The sun is shining.

The sun's rays shone over the entire eastern capital, gilding the city with a pale golden glow due to the late autumn.

In the Anguo Mansion, Xiao Lie sat on the wide Taishi chair behind the desk, and it was difficult to see a trace of expression on his calm face.

In front of him stood a black-robed brocade man, and the silver pattern on the black robe symbolized his grade, from the first grade.

The clothes of the Metropolitan Governor in the dark guard can be embroidered with gold patterns, which is a genuine product.

The clothing of the Governor of the Outer Guard and the Governor of the Inner Guard can be embroidered with silver lines, which is from the first product.

The black-robed brocade-clothed man looked at Xiao Lie and said, "The people of Tianji Pavilion have been dispatched, and the inside and outside of the Eastern Capital City have generally stabilized. ”

Xiao Lie asked, "Brother Meritorious Service, are there any casualties this time?"

The black-robed brocade-clothed man who was called a meritorious brother by Xiao Lie sighed slightly: "The rest of our side is fine, but the team that was sent to intercept Autumn Leaves, except for the leader Hua Tianfeng, the rest of the guards were all killed. ”

This was expected, Xiao Lie only bowed his head slightly to indicate that he knew, and then asked, "What about those cultivators?"

"Autumn leaves and a few people from the Buddha Sect have nothing to do, no one from the Demon Sect came this time, Qin Mumian has already verified that he was once an outcast of the Demon Sect and is now a person from Peony. Speaking of this, he paused, and then said, "Also, the whereabouts of the sword cultivator who attacked the Anguo Mansion are unknown. ”

Xiao Lie was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, I know, meritorious brother, you should go back to the dark guard first." ”

The black-robed brocade-clothed man glanced at Xiao Lie, saluted, and then turned around and went out.

In the study, only Xiao Lie was left.

He looked at a painting on the wall and was stunned.

Where is a man's most intimate place?

Xiao Lie's study is not allowed to be entered by anyone without his permission.

A lot of the time, he's here alone. Except many years ago when that woman was still around.

I don't know if I remembered the time when I read at night many years ago, and a faint look of reminiscence appeared on Xiao Lie's unchanged face.

This painting was left at that time.

The painting shows a man and a woman, the woman is a beauty in a white palace dress, and the man is dressed in a black robe, and his face is eight points similar to today's Xiao Lie.

Xiao Lie's gaze fell on the woman in white, and the look of remembrance on her face became heavier.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Lie's expression was solemn, and he muttered to himself: "Xuan'er, I promised you back then, as long as he is honest and doesn't have other thoughts, I will let him." Now that he has such a rebellious heart, Hugh blames me for being ruthless. ”

Xiao Lie's voice fell, and a trace of black flame appeared in the corner of this painting, and the black flame spontaneously combusted without wind, and in an instant, there was a tendency to engulf the entire painting.

At this moment, a gust of autumn wind blew in from the window, turning over the thick file on Xiao Lie's desk, and finally landed on this painting, extinguishing all the black flames on the painting.

Xiao Lie's heart was shocked, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a faint blue disappearing outside his window.

......

After Xiao Yu met the middle-aged man, he had no interest in hanging out.

Coming out of the Liuquan Building, he returned to the small courtyard with the ink book.

As soon as I pushed open the door of the small courtyard. Xiao Yu was taken aback.

A cyan figure was standing in the middle of the courtyard with his back to him.

His face changed, and finally he tidied up his robe, and said to the back of the courtyard: "Sir?"

The man turned and looked at him, "You're back." ”

This person is the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi that Xiao Yu just met in Liuquan Tower.

"It's back. Xiao Yu's hand in his sleeve unconsciously supported the hilt of the sword at his waist and said, "I don't know what Mr. is doing here?"

"Didn't I say that?" the middle-aged man smiled, "I heard that the painting of Qingjing Wuchen is here with you, and I want to take a look." ”

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "If Mr. wants to see it, then look at it." ”

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

Xiao Yu glanced at Moshu and motioned for her to go back first. Mo Shu nodded timidly, and went back to his room with a cigarette.

Xiao Yu bowed his hand and led the middle-aged man towards his study.

When he came to Xiao Yu's study, the middle-aged man sat at the desk in a big way, waving his hand to signal Xiao Yu to get the painting.

Xiao Yu smiled, without a trace of complaint, and took out the painting from the place where he hid the painting, which he didn't understand.

He placed the scroll on the table in front of the middle-aged man, and then the scroll slowly unfolded.

The contents of the painting jump out.

There is a pine tree standing in the mountain, a big stone under the pine tree, on the big stone, there is a chessboard, a few sparse chess pieces on the chessboard, other than that, there is nothing else, the artistic conception is far-reaching.

In the blank space in the upper right corner, there is Xiao Yu's inscription at that time: "No one in Panasonic is left in a game, and the pine nuts in the empty mountain fall on the chessboard." ”

After the middle-aged man looked at the painting, he was silent for a moment, and then pointed to Xiao Yu's inscription and said, "It's a little interesting." ”

"You wrote that?"

Xiao Yu said, "Yes." ”

The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Xiao Yu and said, "It's a pity that there are only two sentences, only half of it, I'll help you make up for the second half of it." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man didn't wait for Xiao Yu to answer, picked up the ink pen from the table, dipped it in ink, and waved his hand to write under Xiao Yu's two sentences: "Immortals are more immortals, after all, there is no end to winning or losing." ”

Xiao Yu looked at these four lines of poetry and recited silently: "No one in Panasonic is left behind, and the pine nuts in the empty mountain fall on the chessboard." Immortals are more immortals, after all, there is no end to winning or losing. ”

Xiao Yu looked at the words on the scroll in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time, and those black ink stains were like a long sword slashing into his mind.

These last two sentences don't seem to be written by a scholar, but they are quite a bit of an outsider's state of mind.

With the state of mind of an outsider, all kinds of things and phenomena in the world are summarized.

Life is like a game of chess, you fight for me, back and forth. Even the legendary immortals have their persistence, and there are also some of them who are more clever than the other. In this way, from generation to generation, from generation to generation, the word win or loss is never decided.

It coincides with the "desolate and unrelated Weiyang" in the Weiyang Sword Sutra.

Xiao Yu didn't speak, just looked at the picture scroll in a daze.

He stood at his desk, looking at the scroll with a frown, silent, motionless. Like a statue.

I didn't even notice when the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi left.

Practice, practice, practice.

What is needed is to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and the second is to comprehend the way of heaven.

Xiao Yu's vitality is very abundant now, and the vitality from the gray-robed man and the pupils fills his sea of qi.

But Xiao Yu was only in the realm of harmony and was not able to go further.

Because he lacked an opportunity.

However, opportunities are hard to come by. It's like the arrow that hits the wild goose in the sky, a little sooner, or a little later, it won't hit the wild goose.