Dark Night frowned slightly: "Xianggong, I have to stay behind the matter of Xuanji, you return to Beijing alone, is there any danger?" ”

Bi Xuanji wants to rectify the cultivation path of Jindi, to be honest, there is a need to stay in the dark night.

This is because it is not an easy task to straighten out the spiritual path.

There must be a super master who can control the field.

On the path of cultivation, he does not accept the royal power, but obeys the means, although Bi Xuanji is the ultimate Dao fruit, although the shadow art is superb, but he can't raise his hand to press the audience, and he can't do it in the dark!

So, the dark night needs to stay.

Then, Lin Su's return to Beijing can only be done alone.

The dark night was a little tangled, before she came back, Xianggong was tossing in the whirlpool alone, she didn't know anyway, she couldn't see it, she had to let it go or not, after she came back, she never left Xianggong half a step......

"Don't worry!" Lin Su smiled: "Lin Da-stirring stick who comes and goes freely in thousands of troops, you can rest assured wherever you go!" ”

Dark Night sneered: "The name of the-stirring stick, but the court officials gave it to you, and now, I'm afraid that not many people dare to mention it anymore, and you still remember it?" ”

That's just as well.

When Lin made his debut and entered the literary world, the literary world was stirred up by him.

entered the officialdom, and the officialdom was not like him because of him.

When you enter the path of cultivation, the path of cultivation is still the same.

Everyone is jealous of his talent, hates his subversion, and crowns him with a-stirring stick.

And now, he has turned the world upside down, and the emperors have changed.

Lin Su has become an upstart in the officialdom, even the kind that is unspeakably expensive, in this case, the court officials no longer dare to call him a-stirring stick.

Lin Su said: "For a long time, the characters who are used to being suppressed suddenly have no opponents, to be honest, they are really a little lonely, empty and cold......"

"You don't have to talk there......" Dark Night frowned at each other, speechless.

And Bi Xuanji didn't participate in these, her eyes turned over, and her gaze, which was as light as water in the past, was a little lingering today: "Stay for one night, you will go on the road again tomorrow, okay?" ”

Lin Su pondered for a moment: "Okay! ”

At this moment, a voice came from outside: "Lord Qiqi, there is a woman who asks to see her outside the mansion, calling her grandfather Zongchi, and she said that the prince will know it as soon as she hears it." ”

Lin Su Huoran stood up......

He strode out, just bumped into Li Qingquan, who was wandering outside, and the two faced each other at the door......

"Zongchi's granddaughter?" Li Qingquan said.

"Check it out!" Lin Su Dao.

The two walked side by side......

The dark night in the pavilion frowned slightly: "Who is Zongchi?" ”

"The emperor of Osumi, the former hidden dragon guard of the Great Jin Dynasty, Osumi took out the deadly evidence of the pseudo-emperor Ji Shang, and Zongchi is the biggest hero!" Bi Xuanji said: "Let's go and see it too!" ”

Night's heart was pounding.

It turned out to be him!

Emperor Dacang transposed, and some people were destined to go down in history.

Lin Su, Li Qingquan, Ji Guang, Li Xiaotian, Chen Geng, Zhang Juzheng, Zhou Zhang, Deng Hongbo, Nanwang Qi Fu......

Everyone played their part.

Even the people of Dark Night, Bi Xuanji, and Zhou Mei also played their own roles.

In addition, there is another person who is unknown to the outside world, but his role is irreplaceable, this person is the mysterious Hidden Dragon Guard, a chess piece buried by the Great Jin Dynasty fifty years ago.

Dark Night didn't know until this moment that his name was Zongchi!

It was he who made a strategy in the capital of Osumi, played a generation of heroes Li Chi in the palm of his hand, and borrowed Li Chi's hand to truly cut off the legal legitimacy of Ji Shang as the king, and played a unique role in the big game of chess to get rid of Ji Shang.

At this moment, this mysterious Hidden Dragon Guard appeared.

The four of them walked through the long passage and came to the front of the Jin Palace, where a woman stood quietly under the stage.

She was dressed as white as snow.

She is as elegant as a plum.

She bowed: "Ying'er has seen His Highness!" ”

Her voice is like a yellow warbler out of the valley.

"You're Zongchi's granddaughter? Where is your grandfather? Li Qingquan said.

The girl slowly raised her head, with tears on her face: "Grandpa didn't wait for His Highness, he has already taken the first step and went to ......"

Li Qingquan's eyes moistened without warning......

Lin Su beside him, the two girls behind him, the smile on their faces disappeared......

The girl choked up and said: "For fifty years, grandpa has been in the domain of tigers and wolves, and he has not thought of his homeland for a day, but he didn't dare to show it slightly, his heart was depressed, and he finally fell seriously ill. I wanted to greet His Highness at Yanmen, but I didn't know that I fell in Liuyuan......"

Li Qingquan let out a long sigh: "Take me to see him!" ”

Zhongshan, Willow Garden, and the remnant garden are still the same.

Old willows, catkins do not fly.

Overgrown with weeds, lonely graves lying among willows.

There is a line of words engraved on it, and the handwriting is beautiful: "The Tomb of the Great Jin Dynasty Sect Pond"!

Soike, Emperor Osumi.

Soike, bachelor of Osumi Hanlin Academy.

Zongchi, a high-ranking official in Osumi.

Zongchi, the grandmaster of the first generation of Wendao.

However, at this moment, he is lying under the loess, and there is none of these illustrious titles, only a simple title: the people of the Great Jin!

On the wall behind the tomb, a three-line poem is inscribed......

"The dream has been broken for fifty years, and the old willow in the old garden does not blow the cotton, and this body has turned into Zhongshan soil"

Behind it was a mouthful of blood, even if half a month had passed, this mouthful of blood was still as red as yesterday.

Several people looked at the tomb for a long time, and this side was on the wall.

"Grandmaster!" Li Qingquan said: "Please allow me to add a line of words to your tombstone!" This "grandmaster" does not refer to the realm of literature and Taoism, but to separate the two words, zong, for the surname, for the teacher, for the title.

With his hand, he used his finger as a knife and added a line of words to Zongchi's tombstone: Li Qingquan, the seventh prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, respected the two generations of emperors!

Li Qingquan, whose real name is Li Qingquan.

His words carry extraordinary weight.

He didn't come to erect a monument to Zongchi in his own name.

He was the first emperor of two generations to erect a monument for Zongchi, Zongchi was the hidden dragon of the Great Jin Dynasty, and he accepted the order of the first emperor.

In this way, this monument is incomparably heavy.

And Lin Su came to Zhaobi and bowed deeply: "This half of the poem left by the grandmaster, Lin Su has the courage to finish it for you!" ”

Left hand together, Holy Gift: Moyantai!

Right hand together, treasure pen!

The treasure pen was pointed at Moyantai, and he finished writing the poems that Zongchi could not finish......

"It's still a trace!"

"The dream has been broken for fifty years, and the old willow in the old garden does not blow the cotton, and this body has turned into Zhongshan soil, and there is still a trace of it!" This hanging is Zong Chi's hatred for his fifty-year homeland, and it is also Lin Su's hanging for this Wendao master!

The holy light floats, the colorful air, even if there is no treasure paper, just a wall, but under the blessing of Lin Suwen Baomo Yantai, it still presents the characteristics of colorful poetry.

This wall, this willow garden, has since become the holy land of the old Jin.

It is the refuge of a generation of Wendao masters, and it is also a historical witness to the return of the old Jin.

Ying'er knelt on the ground and bowed: "Thank you, Your Highness, thank you Grandmaster Lin!" ”

Li Qingquan stretched out his hand to help him up: "Ying'er, how about you stay in the palace from now on?" ”

Ying'er shook her head lightly: "Thank you Your Highness for your kindness, Ying'er actually has a place to go, grandpa's last wish has been fulfilled, and Ying'er should also go...... Farewell to Your Highness, Grandmaster Belin! ”

Worshipping again, the clouds on her body floated, and the next moment, she rose through the air, crossed Zhong Mountain, and her white clothes floated above the clouds like snow, disappearing out of the sky.

Li Qingquan's gaze moved to Lin Su, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

Bi Xuanji's voice came: "In the dark incense intelligence system, there is no one of her masters, there is only one record, which is related to the Heavenly Abyss!" ”

"Heavenly Abyss?" Lin Su's heart jumped suddenly.

"Yes, more than ten years ago, Zong Chi's granddaughter committed a strange illness, and sought medical treatment from all directions in vain, Zong Chi went to the Heavenly Abyss, but no one knew the process and result, and now it seems that this woman may have something to do with the Heavenly Abyss......"

The dark night looked at Lin Su, Lin Su looked at the sky, and there were some fluctuations in his eyes......

She knew that the heavens were boundless, and she knew it from the mouths of the green-clothed women.

She knew that when she went to Wuding Mountain that day, Xiang Gong also accepted a little daughter-in-law named Sun Zhen, the process of receiving was very fast, when everyone still had no lace ideas, Xiang Gong broke through the "lace" at a lightning speed, and directly made a "closing edge", making Sun Zhen a veritable little daughter-in-law, and later, Sun Zhen was taken away by a white-haired woman in Tianjue Abyss, this white-haired woman is very strong, so strong that it is incredibly strong - Qiushui Painting Screen has been certified on the spot.

Dark Night has never seen Sun Zhen.

When Sun Zhen entered the backyard of the Lin family, the night was not there.

When Sun Zhen left the Lin family, he didn't return in the dark.

However, she knew that her husband was still worried about Sun Zhen, because Sister Chen was arranging the big and small things in Sun Zhen's family.

Based on this, Dark Night has also searched for information about the Heavenly Abyss.

However, it is as strong as the dark night, as broad as the Baixiang Building, and knows very little about the information of the Heavenly Abyss.

She only knew that the Heavenly Abyss was very mysterious, the Heavenly Abyss was almost isolated from the world, the Heavenly Abyss seemed to be above this world, but it didn't seem to be there at all, the rumors that it remained in the world were similar to miracles......

Yes, Lin Su was indeed thinking about Sun Zhen at the moment.

Stepping into this world, many readers scolded him for stallion, but in fact, he was really wronged.

How many women does he have? Not much more!

First of all, the dark night!

Followed by Sun Zhen!

Sister Chen was because Sun Zhen was gone, and he wore a nightgown to quench his thirst because of the difficulty of his midnight Xiongguan, and the initial positioning was probably a "inflatable tool man", but Lin was very subversive, and she had to be hurt to death, what could she do......

When the white-haired woman took Sun Zhen away that day, she once said that if it is three years at most, or two years at least, you will send Sun Zhen back to you.

When was that?

The year of the last scientific expedition, the winter moon three years ago!

Now it is the year of scientific research again, and it has come to May 17!

There is only half a year left before the woman said "three years at most".

Where is Sun Zhen?

She must have embarked on the path of cultivation.

Where have you gotten to it?

It doesn't matter what realm she is, what matters is, will she come back?

It's a pity that he didn't know in advance that Ying'er was related to Tianjue Abyss, if he knew, he could have asked about Sun Zhen's current situation......

Ying'er has gone.

Sun Zhen's return is just an expectation.

Lin Su next needed to return to the capital to witness King Chen's accession to the throne.

But tonight he will stay in the north and stay overnight.

On this night, the moon was full in the north.

This night, cool and quiet.

The Jin Palace's Mansion has undergone a major change, and only one-third of the maids in the mansion are left, of course, they are reliable maids after selection.

Lin Su and the dark night were sipping tea in the guest room, enjoying the unique scenery of the back garden of the former Dajin Palace, the dark night was a little absent-minded, and a wisp of voice gently drifted to Lin Su's eardrums: "Go and accompany her, you may not see her for a long time......"

She's talking about Bi Xuanji.

In the past, Bi Xuanji lived in the middle of the West Mountain for a long time, and Lin Su could see her every time he entered Kyoto.

And now Bi Xuanji is no longer the fake monk in the mid-mountain residence, and he is no longer the executor of the dark incense in the Dacang Capital City.

She is now the county lord of the Jin Palace.

Ending her life of revenge and returning to her homeland, where she was born and raised, Bi Xuanji should have been peaceful and happy, however, tonight, she looked up at the sky in the moonlight, and her heart was leisurely, like a small lake in the garden......

The trail behind him, the footsteps are soft......

Bi Xuanji slowly turned his head and looked at him quietly in the moonlight......

"When will you come back?" Eight words, come slowly.

Lin Su said softly: "Maybe soon, but maybe ......"

"But maybe there will never be a return date? Is it? ”

"According to my wishes, I want to see the moon of the Northland, the snow of the Northland, the plum of the Northland, and the changes of the Northland, but you and I both know that the world is changeable, and no one can confirm his year after all."

"Yes, the world is changeable, thinking about the Xishan Poetry Conference three years ago, it seems to be yesterday, and it seems to have been separated by thousands of years...... Bi Xuanji's voice is no longer as light as it used to be, and her voice is turning a thousand times......

Three years ago, she met him for the first time at the Xishan Poetry Club.

From that day on, her life path was different.

Her hopeless path to recovery has another way to open.

She originally only had hatred and no lingering heart, and became lingering.

The girl appeared because of him.

The brother was thrilled by him.

I got out of trouble because of him.

His homeland was returned to his ......

After tonight, he will be gone, and will I ever see him again in this life?

"Impressive, isn't it?"

Bi Xuanji gently raised his cup: "The moon is short and the moon is full to say goodbye, the hometown and the hometown listen to the voice of the hometown, Xishan has a dream for ten years, dare to make an appointment to talk about this life in the coming year?" ”

Dare to make an appointment to talk about life and death in the coming year......

This is a question sentence, do you dare to make an appointment with me?

The dark night in the dark beat slightly, and finally couldn't help it!

At this parting moment, she still expressed her heart - about the next year, talk about this life! For women, this is a show of love!

My hooligan guild won't just take her colorful pot and put down a bowl of Yangchun noodles?

Lin Su raised his hand, a piece of gold paper in his hand, and the treasure pen fell: "I'll have a song with you......"

"It's difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are left, the spring silkworms are dead to the end, the candles are gray and the tears are dry, the mirror is sad but the clouds and temples change, the night chant should feel the moonlight cold, there is no way to go to Nanshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit."

This poem, written in one sentence, is full of golden light.

Four sentences are written, and the colors are empty.

After all the writing, the blue lotus in the sky is blooming, shining on the land of Yanjing, and the green poems are born, and the words are fragrant, covering a hundred miles away......

Bi Xuanji looked at the sky blankly, and at this moment, she was completely and completely knocked out of the Zen Gate......

It is difficult to say goodbye when they meet, this is the whole process of their encounter from meeting and parting, how many difficulties and accidents are there during this period? How many surprises? How much impermanence? Condensed in just seven words.

The east wind is powerless...... This is the season in the north, and it is also a historical witness to the vicissitudes of wind and rain.

The spring silkworm is dead, and the candle turns to ashes and tears begin to dry...... The heartbeat of seeing each other, the flowers withering at the time of separation, just because they are integrated into the feelings of the world, they are so lingering and sympathetic, unswerving!

If the poem ends here, Bi Xuanji may lead her heart astray at this moment, and slowly smooth out the throbbing in her heart for a long time.

However, Shi'er is here to turn around......

Xiaojing but the clouds and temples change, the night chant should feel the cold moonlight, there is no way to go to Nanshan, and the blue bird is diligent to visit.

In the mirror of dawn, my temples will not change, after tonight, I know what lovesickness is!

Because you answered my question clearly, from here to Haining, thousands of miles away, but in the eyes of those who care, thousands of miles away is not far, you will come to see me!

A poem, eight sentences, none of which says lovesickness, but every sentence is lovesickness!

There is no reluctance, but every sentence is also reluctant!

In the dark night, I looked at the blue characters flowing in the sky, and looked at the spring flowers blooming on Bi Xuanji's face, I don't know what it feels like......

Rogue Xianggong, I did think that you would serve a bowl of Yangchun noodles on her colorful misty pot, but you are afraid that this time it is not noodles, but medicine! Bi Xuanji bumped into you on the way to the Buddha and properly bumped into a ghost......

The thoughts of the two women are all swirling around the vague feelings of the poem itself, and the thoughts of the others are different......

Li Qingquan, the king of Jin, looked at the sky from afar, and a thought quietly rose in his heart......

This brother is a poetry master, and writing a poem after the end of the war is completely in line with his status as a poetry master, but this poem was born on the first night he entered the Jin Palace, and as soon as he was born, it was the highest poetry: Passing on the world's green poems, such a powerful display, is there some different meaning?

For example, to announce to the people of Yanjing that the Jin Palace's Mansion is no longer the same as before?

In the past, the Great Jin Dynasty was also a place of literary style, known as the south of the Saiwai River, and the township of poetry, wine and painting.

But after Zhou Kuohai occupied Yanjing, Wendao declined, Zhou Kuohai was born as a general, believed in the long knife in his hand, the green wolf under his seat, and the warriors under his banner, he didn't understand Wendao, and he was not interested in understanding it at all, so in the fifteen years under his rule, in the three thousand miles of rivers and mountains of the Great Jin Dynasty, there was more blood light, and less light of Wendao.

And today, Lin Su's hand-me-down poem rose from the Jin Palace, covering the hundred miles of Yanjing City.

Declare, today's Jin Wangfu is different from the past!

Regardless of whether Li Qingquan, the king of Jin, was nervous or not, the reaction in Yanjing City was as he expected.

The hand-me-down poems came out of the Jin Palace, which was incompatible with the text, and caused a sensation in the entire Yanjing ......

Countless great Confucians rose into the air, feeling the long-lost atmosphere of literature and Taoism.

Countless scholars ran out of the study, looking at the blue lotus in the sky and losing their souls.

"Dajin is back! The Great Jin Wendao is coming back! "Someone cried for a long time.

"Yes, the iron-blooded thug Zhou Kuohai is dead, and the old Jin Palace has become the birthplace of the world's young poems, and it has become a holy place of literature!"

"Today's daytime, on Zhongshan Mountain, the sky is full of colors, tonight is night, green poems cover the night, we are thinking about the great Jin romance, I'm afraid it's really coming back......"

All of a sudden, countless literati were moved to tears......

Zhou Kuohai occupies this world, no matter how many people like it, it is sought after, but the literati of Jin Land can't like him anyway, today Zhou Kuohai is in a different place, and the prince of the Great Jin Dynasty has once again settled in the Jin Palace, and everyone is mixed about it.

Lin Su's poem was born, and he received the heart of the literati for the first time.

Let the literati see the long-lost light of Wendao.

Maybe it was a deliberate effect created by Lin Su, but maybe it was just an accident......

There was another surprise......

Absolutely unexpected......

The holy voice in the air started: "The poem "Don't Be Difficult" has been passed down to the world, and I will give you the treasure 'Cold Moon'!" ”

The blue light in the sky merged, turned into a round of crescent moon, and shot into Lin Su's eyebrows!

Lin Su's Wenshan is bright and incomparably transparent!

And that's when the unexpected happens!

A small jade box on Lin Su's waist cracked with a click, and the butterfly seemed to wake up from a dream, turned into a ray of moonlight, and shot into this round of cold moon, in the cold moon, its figure appeared, still half of its wings, but it had woken up, and with this half of its wings in a circle in the cold moon, swirling, the wisps of cold moon light shot into its body, and its wings became complete at a speed visible to the naked eye......

Lin Su felt all this, and his heart turned upside down......

The Ground Butterfly is a very special existence for him......

When this thing becomes an adult, it is comparable to an ancient real dragon, and it has made several small appearances, which also fully confirms its magical high-end.

With such a sharp weapon, he was reluctant to give up.

However, he also knew that this thing was beyond his control, and he carried an ancient curiosity that he couldn't control at all, and it was very risky to say that Li Xiaotian was worried that it would fan the Flying Dragon Legion to the other side of Ling Ding Yang with one wing, and he was also worried, worried that this thing would fan him Lin Su with one wing.

Just when he was suffering from gains and losses, a little wanting, and a little afraid to ask for it, the Covering Butterfly gave him an answer, and when facing the blood coffin and the inevitable death, the Covering Butterfly saved his life.

In this way, no matter what level of consideration Lin Su has, he can't give it up easily - you can't bully it into being seriously injured and ignore the fact that it is a life-saver.

But this life-saving benefactor, he can't save his life, because it is a wound of the Holy Way.

Who can save it but the saints?

And tonight, the unexpected appeared!

The temple gave him a cold moon, and the appearance of this cold moon was completely different from the previous rewards from the temple, and the things that were rewarded before had instructions to tell him what it was and what it was for, while cold moons, there was no instructions!

Lin Su didn't know what it was for, and now the answer seemed to be revealed, this cold moon could cure the injuries of the earth butterfly!

Could it be an upgraded version of the rejuvenating seedling?

Of course, these are just speculations in front of Lin Su......

"Brother, you came out tonight with a hand-me-down poem, do you want to tell the people of Jin that the current Jin Wangfu is fundamentally different from the Jin Wangfu in the past, which only emphasized violence and not literature?" Li Qingquan's voice came from Lin Su's ears.

Lin Su looked back, looking at Li Qingquan's bright, clear but a little innocent eyes, and wanted to tell him, don't think too complicated, my original intention is not as lofty as you think, I am the one who seduces your sister......

However, he still talked about it seriously......

cough, somewhat of this meaning, you take over the hometown of the Great Jin Dynasty for 3,000 miles, the most important thing is to collect the hearts of the people, and the people's hearts are guided by the literati, the literati, they are obviously closer to Wendao, let's first build your Jin Wangfu into a holy land of Wendao, and let those literati come to the bowl first......

Li Qingquan laughed: "Brother's means, it's really hard to say, let's talk tonight, let's talk about the next Dajin, how to revolutionize ......"

He seems to have understood the word revolution......

This chat, talked about the fifth watch.

Lin Su was sent into the guest room and sat on the bed waiting for him in the dark.

Then, I played until dawn.

The next day, May 18th!

Lin Su has left the north!

As soon as he left, the earth-shaking events in the north began on the same day......

(End of chapter)