At this moment, if there is still no general concept of the identity of Youziyi, then Qin Yi's game in the next few years can be regarded as a wasted play, and the dynasty line is really blind.

After staying overnight in the county hall, he and Qingluo rode horses the next day and left Hakuhua County.

It is not unreasonable for you to leave a message, the legacy of the Jinshi Dynasty is officially exposed, and I am afraid that what will happen next will be a real bloody storm. This piece of fat is not only needed by the prince's forces, but the forces of the rivers and lakes may not want to get a piece of the pie.

Qin Yi's decision to get a vote and flash was obviously correct, the thing was too hot, there was no need to spend so much money to maneuver.

"Fake Xiucai, why do you know about Qingming Xuangong?" On the way, Qingluo finally caught the opportunity to ask.

If Qin Yi has a plot against Qingluo, it can only be said that it is a plot with a sense of déjà vu. Even if Qingluo is no longer the same person, in Qin Yi's eyes, this Qingluo is not annoying.

It's just that the reaction is a little slower, and it's not particularly smart, and if you mix the rivers and lakes with this kind of mind, you will suffer sooner or later.

As for the matter of Qing Ming Xuangong, it was in the previous life, and Qing Luo said it herself.

After Qin Yi organized the language, he said: "Mix the Qingming Xuanqi practiced by the Qingming Xuangong with the Yellow Spring Water, so that you can control the Yellow Spring Water freely. Since the appearance of Biluo Huangquan hundreds of years ago, it has been passed down through three generations, each with its own style. But the world only knows Biluo Huangquan, but they don't understand that Qingming is the key to controlling them. ”

Qingluo's heart is dark, and he can tell the relationship between the three in such detail, who is he?

Listening to Qin Yi's words, Qing Luo Lian's eyes became vigilant when he looked at him.

"Don't look at me like that, I just read a lot of books, classical records. However, I still have a little experience in martial arts, and if you are interested, we may be able to communicate. Qin Yi said sincerely.

In the previous life, when Qingluo appeared, Biluo Bow could already condense five or six points, and her strength could be called a first-line.

Calculating the time, it was also two years later, the current Qingluo Biluo bow is only condensed by three points, Qin Yi remembered that Qingluo in his previous life said that it was extremely difficult to cultivate Qingming Xuangong.

Doubling your skills in two years is not an ordinary difficulty. After all, not everyone can practice like they do!

Over the years, he has studied martial arts alone, and he does have some experience, and it may not be possible to help Qingluo develop ideas.

Qingluo was extremely vigilant at this time, and did not exchange her cultivation experience with Qin Yi for her unique martial arts.

But at the same time, she was very curious about Qin Yi, reading the book and knowing that there was such a thing as Qingming Xuangong, even she could hardly believe it.

"Do you know where Jiangshan Drunken Dream Pavilion is?" Qingluo took the initiative to change the topic.

Qin Yi smiled faintly and didn't break it. He thinks it's a little cautious like this, it's really dangerous to be pure stupid and sweet!

"Ten miles northwest of Luoyang, there is a towering Huaiyang Peak, and the Jiangshan Drunken Dream Pavilion is on it."

This world is very large, and Qin Yi is not particularly familiar with other places, but he can be said to know the environment around Luoyang and Ying Emperor City - of course, this understanding is limited to the names of landmarks. The map is so big, who has nothing to do when playing the game? Anyway, he's not a runner.

So when he left Xinghua Village more than a year ago, he walked blindly on the road for more than half a month and took a lot of detours.

Back in Luoyang, it was a few days later.

Luoyang is still prosperous, and the day I came back, it was a market.

Qingluo is full of freshness about the things on the street, stopping and stopping all the way, looking at all kinds of gadgets, and can't put it down.

Just after the New Year, the middle-aged taste of Luoyang City still exists, Qingluo bought some good-looking lanterns, and reluctantly left the market.

On the outskirts of the city, it is still desolate.

"Why is there no one here?" Qingluo said strangely.

Qin Yi didn't know much about this, he only knew that since Shen Shanru's family was killed, no one had been active on this street.

The building opposite the courtyard was already empty, leaving it alone.

"Childe, you're back." When Qin Yi walked to the door of the small courtyard, he happened to meet Uncle Zhang who pushed the door out.

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, could it be that the two husband and wife servants recruited by Jingxin Yu were still there?

"Uncle Zhang, why are you still here? Heart Rain...... Will the net girl come back? Qin Yi asked with a hint of anticipation.

Uncle Zhang shook his head and said, "Miss Jing came back a year ago and gave us some silver taels to fend for ourselves. If the house is unoccupied, it will deteriorate quickly...... Childe and Miss Jing treated us as husband and wife well, so we stayed. ”

Qin Yi followed Uncle Zhang into the courtyard, everything was as it was at the beginning, and there was not much change, but the attic facing the pond was empty. The person who stroked the qin had already left.

"It's small, but it's also chic." Qingluo looked around at this small and delicate yard, this year's cold winter, Luoyang did not see snow, although there is no silver and white embellishment, but there is no lack of poetry.

Every grass and tree in the courtyard is arranged with pure heart rain, and it has its own taste, and the green radish is actually just looking at it, and there is not much feeling.

The dinner was Zhang Bo and his wife Zhang Luo, an ordinary home-cooked meal, but Qin Yi and the two of them ate a faint home taste.

Seeing that Qingra's noodles were gloomy, Qin Yi said strangely: "Isn't the food to taste?" "Qingluo is a native of Chongzhou, and there is indeed a difference between the local taste of Luoyang.

But Qingluo just shook her head silently, indicating that it was okay, and then put down the dishes and chopsticks and left.

Watching Qingluo disappear into the night, Qin Yi sighed slightly and did not chase after him. Everyone has their own story and mood, and he is greedy for the reassuring familiar taste when he gets along with Qingluo, but he also understands that this Qingluo is not the same as Qingluo.

Qin Yi fell asleep after practicing for two hours, and during the morning exercise, he happened to meet Qingluo coming back.

I saw that Qingluo's eyes were red, and the true qi on her body was slightly disordered. But the clothes are intact, and the spirit is also renewed, as if she has returned to the appearance of the innocent girl who yearns for chivalry.

On the twenty-third day of the first month, Qin Yi returned to Luoyang on the third day.

He recruited a person who was familiar with the detailed geography of the vicinity of Luoyang, hired a carriage, and wanted to go to the Jiangshan Drunken Dream Pavilion for a while. Qingluo did not accompany her on this trip, and after she came to Luoyang, she also took the opportunity to live in the attic of Qin Yi's house.

At the top of Huaiyang Peak, the clouds and smoke are misty, and there is no way up, but there is an ancient pavilion full of wind and frost to isolate it.

In the pavilion, two people each hold black and white chess pieces to play against each other, one is as elegant as the wind, chic and calm. One is calm and introverted, crippled but not wasted.

"You Gongzi's chess skills are excellent, and he is willing to bow to the wind." The remnant's fingers were never able to fall due to repeated times, and finally admitted defeat.

You Ziyi chuckled, picked up the stone table and folded the fan, and said: "Dream is heavy, and Lun chess skills are slightly inferior." If Menggong used Dream Chess, I would have been defeated. ”

"You Gongzi is polite. Miscellaneous arts, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter the vision of the young man. The remnant said lightly.

"Heh, I can't understand Zhou Gonglin's ability without dreams, if it's just a micro-miscellaneous art, then wouldn't there be no one in the world?"

"If you compare it with You Gongzi, there is really no one in this world." Zhou Gonglin punned.

You Ziyi smiled lightly and didn't care, but asked instead: "Meng Gong is praised, I don't know if I want to ask Meng Gong for something, can Meng Gong agree?" ”