The moon and stars are scarce, in the dead of night, a cluster of burning and silent candlelight illuminates most of the room clearly, Xiao Cong sits quietly on the futon, motionless, and a delicate Yunluo chessboard is placed in front of it, and the chessboard is irregularly distributed with contrasting black and white, and there is a faint inexplicable artistic conception between the scattered and faint inexplicable artistic conception quietly diffuse. And Xiao Cong's gaze was heavy at these black and white at this time, he frowned, pursed his lips, and pondered,

"Well, such a clever method is beyond the reach of an expert. ”

He closed his eyes in contemplation for a long time, then slowly opened them again and muttered.

"Well, it's hard to do now......"

If he is now using the book array, then although he dare not say that it is effortless to solve the mystery of Hongsheng, it will not be so difficult now, but it is a pity that he is now using the chess array to deal with these means on Hongsheng, although it cannot be said that it cannot be cured at all, but if you want to govern, it must be a curve to save the country.

Xiao Cong was so depressed, he only hated that he couldn't dabble in all the four major formations at that time, even if he couldn't be proficient in everything, but he would never be at a loss like now, sighing for a long time, and being upset after seeking fruitless. But he has never been a person who gives up lightly, although he thinks in his heart that "there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight to the bridge", but he still does not regret in his heart that "the book is used when the hatred is less, and the right and wrong do not know the difficulty".

Now we can only pray that "the emperor will live up to his wishes, and the willows and flowers will be bright and another village".

After a few more years, Xiao Cong taught Hongsheng to practice during the day, and sat on the futon at night and meditated on the chessboard, but it was a pity that he knew that he had not been able to understand the reason for it now, but he felt that the process of participating in research in practice was also a process of learning, and it was a process of cultivation, but he is still so tireless, even happy.

After struggling like this for a few more times, Xiao Cong felt that it was not enough to just do this, and after thinking about it and weighing it in every possible way, he felt that it was still necessary to go back to Ouyang to find the small courtyard.

So tonight, three years later, Xiao Cong, who had been planning for a long time, sneaked back to Ouyang Xun's small courtyard quietly after returning Hongsheng.

It has been the sixth since Ouyang Xun was called by the master, Ouyang Xun has not come back yet, there must be something important that is difficult to get rid of, Xiao Cong must be so happy, if Ouyang Xun has already returned, wouldn't it be extremely embarrassing to bump into him with this look!

The moon rose very high and bright, and the moonlight cast the shadows of the trees on the open space of the small courtyard, forming a very strange pattern, everything was so quiet and natural, Xiao Cong said to himself:

"As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, when you kill people and sell goods, this is really not a good time to do bad things!"

But think about it the other way around

, but what you do is not a bad thing, but a good thing.

Finally, the lights in the hall went out, and Hongsheng must have fallen asleep.

The corners of Xiao Cong's mouth, which was hidden in the dark, slowly drew a beautiful arc, but he still didn't move, feeling that he should wait a little longer, and wait for Hongsheng to fall asleep before going out.

After about half an hour, Xiao Cong raised his right hand and scrubbed his chin a few times, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and then, he jumped vertically, flipped his body to meet the bright moonlight, drew a beautiful arc under the bright moonlight and landed lightly, under the quiet moonlight, he swaggered forward in the courtyard without hurrying, climbed the stairs, and pushed the door in.

The moonlight rushed into the quiet room with the moment the door was pushed open by Xiao Cong, and then retreated like a tide with the moment when the door was slowly closed by Xiao Cong, through the thin halo that penetrated through the window paper, Xiao Cong could also see the general outline and placement of various utensils in the room with normal human eyes, and before the purple eyes were opened, Xiao Cong walked forward slowly like a gentleman, and then sat down on the chair in front of the hall.

He sat upright, his legs curled up together, his hands naturally resting on his thighs, motionless. I couldn't see the face on his face clearly through the dim afterglow of the room, but I could see that his eyes, which opened and closed in the darkness, became extremely shiny at this time, as bright as cold stars, bright as broken crystals, as if they were the only place in the whole room where they could feel real.

He closed his eyes, and the light faded, and his whole being disappeared into the darkness.

............

There was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door gradually sounded, all of them were broken, and it didn't sound like a thief's secret and well-known footsteps, at this moment, Xiao Cong opened his eyes for a moment, and then slowly closed them, he was still sitting there straight, motionless.

It's already the fourth watch, and it stands to reason that it's really a good time for thieves to do evil, but this Ouyang Xun's small courtyard is extremely crude and has no money to steal, not to mention that the weather is still good tonight, and there is really no reason for thieves to patronize.

Gradually, the footsteps were far away, Xiao Cong opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, his eyebrows were frowning, and his small mouth was slightly flattened, showing a suspicious look.

After a little groaning, he slowly stood up, walked forward quietly, pushed the door open, and stepped into the poetic moonlight.

Following the direction from which the footsteps came, Xiao Cong continued to walk forward, holding his breath, tiptoeing, quietly walking in the shadow beside the path, like a ghost.

After a while, he saw Hongsheng's shadow again, Xiao Cong slowed down appropriately, and his face became more solemn.

The moonlight was still bright and bright, hanging high in the sky like a huge ball of mutton fat that was carved and exquisitely carved and would glow, and with the bright moonlight, Xiao Cong saw Hongsheng stumbling on the road like a walking corpse, which was more vivid, just like the puppet made by the Zhuge family.

This weird and even terrifying image is really incredible, Xiao Cong really doesn't understand how an optimistic, cheerful and innocent twelve-year-old boy can become like this at night.

"Who the hell is such a vicious man!"

Xiao Cong's fist bones were clenched white, almost gritting his teeth, and at the same time, he kept admonishing himself in his heart: "Calm down, calm down, care is chaotic ......"

In the final analysis, his heart is still towards Hongsheng after all.

When his mind returned to calm, Xiao Cong continued to follow up, his every movement made people feel light, weak, and silent, he followed Hongsheng far behind him with a strange method, and Hongsheng didn't seem to be aware of this "ghost".

"He's almost out of the valley, where is he going?"