"Don't green onions. ”

"Don't put vinegar. ”

"Eat more. ”

The last person to make a request was obviously Chen Pipi, and then he looked at the chessboard as before, his eyebrows as thick as silkworms were raised, his face was full of frustration and shame, Jing forgot that he was in a very terrifying environment at this time, thinking that this little maid could remember the position of all the chess pieces with just one glance, what qualifications did he have to be proud of his head in front of her, and what face did he have to say genius?

Old Man Wei Guangming looked at Master Yan Se and smiled and said, "My female apprentice is very good. ”

Master Yan Se looked at the thin figure that disappeared in the backyard and said with emotion: "It is indeed remarkable. ”

The excellence and greatness that the two old men said had nothing to do with Sangsang's shocked mind, but a certain temperament that only old people of their realm could realize, the kind of unique temperament that seemed to be clumsy because it was absolutely transparent, but could accurately and clearly reflect the world.

Master Yan Se withdrew the daylight, looked at the old man and said: "We are all old, even if we don't fight for life and death, we are close to life and death, after all, this is the last time we will meet, so let's eat a bowl of noodles." ”

The fragrant omelet noodles were served, and a bowl of noodles without vinegar, a bowl without green onions, and a bowl of noodles overflowed the rim of the bowl.

After eating the noodles, the two old men finished the endgame in silence, and there was no number, so they didn't know the winner.

Then they rejected Sangsang's reward for another bowl of noodles and then a game of chess, and began to reminisce about the past.

Sang Sang made three more bowls of tea, and then each brought a small bench with Chen Pipi, sitting like a student and listening to the past.

Yan Se and Wei Guangming are the generation that has lived the longest in Wu Tiandaomen, although one person has been laughing in the world and one person has been confined to the back foot of Taoshan in the past fourteen years, but compared with the time they have met, fourteen years is too short after all, so the past is extremely long, and those common memories are extremely rich.

Starting from when he was a little Taoist priest, to going to the Heavenly Oracle Courtyard to make trouble, and then to going to Zhishouguan together to confer the position of a great priest, the two old men chattered for a long time and didn't finish it.

Of course, most of the time, Master Yan Se, who was a little broken-mouthed, was saying, the Great Priest of Light just listened with a calm smile, and occasionally at certain moments to avoid misunderstanding between the two juniors, he would interject and say a few words, for example, the beard of the dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy was burned by the current master of the sect, not by himself with divine arts, and for example, on the way to Zhishouguan, he was not diarrhea because of nervousness, but was secretly cast by Yan Se with a cold charm.

Those naughty little Taoist boys have become big names in the world today, the person who used to burn the beard of the dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy has become the head of the temple who is not angry and arrogant, someone has become Master Yan Se, and someone has become the Divine Seat of Light, but as long as there have been those times, who can bear not to remember a moment in time?

These memories are warm, with a nostalgic taste of twilight that is unique to twilight.

The Great Priest of Light looked at the warm twilight outside the old pen room, and realized that before he knew it, time had passed so quickly with these memories, and it had reached the real dusk.

It was quiet outside the old pen house at dusk, and there was no sound in Lane 47.

The old man smiled and looked out the door, but didn't say anything.

"We were young and naughty, but you were always the smartest and most honest of all. ”

Master Yan Se looked at him and said, "As reminded you before, you found out that this little girl Sangsang is indeed very similar to you back then, she is transparent from the inside out, and you can't see any impurities. ”

The old man glanced at Sang Sang on the small bench and said, "I'm not as good as her." ”

Master Yan Se said with emotion: "Everyone who can sit on the Divine Seat of Light must be so transparent? In this way, they can be closer to the essence of Wu Tian than us? But what does transparency represent? Can it reflect the original appearance of the world? If the world is black, you are also black? That's why so many Divine Seats of Light eventually go astray?"

The old man shook his head and smiled and said: "Transparency is colorless, black is colorless and bright, and you and I are in this glorious Wutian world, transparency is light, and it is the enemy of darkness." ”

Hearing the five words of the dark enemy, Master Yan Se fell into a long silence, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at the other party with a stern expression and said, "Do you remember Liansheng?"

The old man was slightly stunned, frowned, and said, "How can you not remember?"

Master Yan Se asked, "Is he light or dark?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Back then, he was on the Judgment Divine Throne, and I was on the Bright Divine Throne, and I saw that Fang Moyu Divine Throne was oozing dirty blood, so I began to suspect him, but before I exposed him, he peeked through his fate and left Momoyama first, and finally died under Mr. Ke's sword." The reason why the temple never mentioned this matter and did not mention this person was just because he was afraid of the reputation and reputation of Wu Tiandaomen, but in my opinion, the thirty-two petals of Lotus Sheng, no matter how dazzling and pure as jade, were just some pastels painted on the petals made of mud. ”

Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said in a deep voice: "After the fall of the Demon Sect, the temple has recruited many strong people of the Demon Sect, if the light can't give the night any chance, how do you explain this? If those bloody cases back then were your last resort to destroy the shadow of the night, what is the current shadow of the temple?"

The old man said, "It's different, the shadow of the dark night is the breath of the Immortal King. ”

Master Yan Se slapped the table with great annoyance and said, "Why are you so detoured? The Underworld is just a legend and has never appeared! Back then, you made a bloody storm in Chang'an City with the order of the Sect of Masters, and in the end you didn't find any son of the Hades King, why are you still so ridiculous today!"

The old man said, "In the past, both the master and the master of the sect had already believed what I saw with my eyes. ”

Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said in a cold voice, "But the result is that you are locked up in the Hidden Pavilion!"

The old man calmly looked back at his gaze and said, "I am the light of the world who follows me, and I will not walk in darkness, but I will find the light of life, and he who doubts me will walk in darkness without liberation." ”

Seeing that he didn't get in on the salt, Master Yan Se waved his sleeves angrily and shouted loudly: "Then you tell me where is the shadow of the night you see! Where is the son of the Hades King! Who do you want to kill when you come to Chang'an!"

The old man whispered, 'I don't know. ”

Hearing this answer, Master Yan Se was stunned, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he looked at him and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Just for a son of Hades who you don't even know who it is, whether it is really a zài, the great priest of light who was as transparent as glass and sincere and brilliant as a lamp, actually did not hesitate to become a big devil with blood-stained hands, and was willing to be imprisoned in the secluded pavilion for fourteen years, which made countless people feel sad, don't you regret it at all?"

The old man was silent for a long time, and an occasional trace of introspective confusion flashed on the old man's cheeks, and then those confusions quickly turned into calm firmness: "But the problem is that I know that he has zài." ”

Master Yan Se looked at him with a frown and said, "Then who is he?" ”

The old man looked at the deep night that was gradually covering Lao Bizhai, and said calmly: "Since he is the son of Hades, he is naturally very hidden, and even he may not know his true identity until today. You ask me who he is, I can't give you an answer now, but since I can see him in Chang'an City back then, he must be saved, whether he escapes from the general's mansion or survives the corpses in Yanjing Village, he is him. ”

Suddenly, the old man's brows furrowed, and he looked at Sang Sang and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sang Sang's slightly dark little face became a little pale at this time, and his two little hands were tightly clutching the corners of his clothes, but his expression was quite calm, and he whispered after listening to the question: "I am somehow a little tired." ”

The old man said pityingly, "Then hurry up and go to sleep." ”

Sang Sang turned his head to look at Master Yan Se, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Master Yan Se sighed and said: "If my apprentice knows that I don't let you rest well, he will definitely not let me go, go to sleep in peace, we two old guys will not take advantage of your sleep, we will definitely wake you up." ”

The old man looked at Chen Pipi and said, "It's getting late, the person you are waiting for has already come, let's go." ”

Chen Pipi wiped the sweat on his forehead that seemed to never stop today, bowed to the two old men very respectfully, and then pushed the door and walked out of the old pen house.

The pine branches of the smoked bacon in the backyard were still smoking, and because they had forgotten to come over to take care of them for a while, the smoke became a little bigger, probably because of this, Sangsang's eyes were slightly red by the smoke.

She quietly washed her face and feet, climbed into the cold quilt on the North Kang, and looked at the faint starlight outside the window with her eyes open, thinking that if Ning Que looked at the same starlight as herself at this time, maybe she would start talking nonsense again.

Because of frugality, the kang noodles are a little cool, this year's Chang'an City is colder than last year, she has been lying for a long time and has not felt warm, and she can't help but stretch out her little hand to her lips and take two breaths of heat.

The starlight shone on the palm, and it was full of blood marks from fingernails.

When she heard the teacher talk about the General's Mansion and Yanjing Village just now, Sang Sang's heart was terrified, if it wasn't for the pain to forcibly calm her mind, maybe her body couldn't help but tremble at that time.

She hadn't heard Ning Que talk about the General's Mansion, but she knew, but she didn't ask. Ning Que killed the imperial historian Zhang Yiqi and killed the blacksmith, she also knew, and even wrote a small poem that was not very good, but she still didn't ask.

Ning Que didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask, but as Ning Que said, she wasn't stupid but a little stupid, and she was smarter than anyone else when she needed to be smart, so Sang Sang knew everything.

"Son of Hades...... Sounds like something terrible. ”

Sang Sang's little face rubbed lightly against the cold pillow, looked at the winter starlight falling in front of the window, and muttered to himself: "But I have lived with you for so many years, so I can only live secretly together." ”

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