"I heard they were playing chess. "It's already the end of the game at dusk. ”

"Lian still has to drag you to accompany me to finish this game of chess. ”

"Your Majesty, there is always a time when chess is finished. ”

"I can't sleep well tonight, so I've got to find some way to get through the time. ”

In the imperial study room in the depths of the imperial city, His Majesty Li Zhongyi, the emperor of the Tang Empire, looked at the chessboard and said in annoyance, this game of chess started during the day, but it was late at night but it had not yet entered the middle game, which really made him feel a little impatient.

The Huangyang monk smiled bitterly and replied: "Under the axis, when I reach the realm of the Bright God Throne and Master Yan Se, I am already a person outside the world, no matter how vigilant we deal with it in the world, it really doesn't have much to do with that side." ”

The atmosphere in Chang'an City tonight is tense and depressing, except for the shop in Lane 47, the palace is naturally the most heavily guarded place, according to the rules, since the national teacher Li Qingshan is not there, the monk Duoyang will not leave His Majesty as a royal brother.

The emperor attached his hand to put the chess piece of the body in the waves, walked out of the imperial study and stood in the waves of the remnant snowflake tree, quietly looked at Chang'an City in the dark night, and suddenly said: "Do you believe in the legend of the invasion of the underworld?"

The boxwood monk Heshi was silent for a moment and shook his head.

A gust of night breeze passed, His Majesty the Emperor coughed, the cough became louder and louder, and finally bent down in pain, he waved his hand to drive away the eunuchs and palace maids who heard the sound, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the corners of his lips, looked at the deep night, and said: "Lian only hopes that if the underworld is not a legend, he will come earlier." ”

The Huangyang monk heard the ominous meaning hidden in His Majesty's words, thought of Xiantao's cough, frowned slightly, looked at the emperor's back and said worriedly: "Your Majesty's body is weak, so let's go back to the house." ”

The emperor shook his head slowly and said: "Master once said that the deficiency and cold in my body are not strict, as long as I can suppress it, I can't jump out and rebel, if I can't suppress it, then it's my life." ”

Although Huang Yang is the imperial brother of the Tang Dynasty, after all, he has not been with the emperor for many years like the national teacher Li Qingshan, so he doesn't know those long-ago stories, the story between the Tang Dynasty Emperor and the Demon Sect girl, so he was deeply puzzled when he heard these words, and thought to himself, can't even the master completely get rid of the deficiency and cold in the body of Taoxia?

When Chen Pipi walked out of the shop, the burning fire in Linxi Lane 47 disappeared in an instant, leaving only a tall ancient crown, so he covered his head and walked over and stood honestly behind the other party.

The second senior brother looked at the closed shop door of Lao Bizhai, his expression was cold and calm, but there was a faint flame of excitement in his eyes, just like the mallet on his head that was about to burn in the twilight.

The alley was empty, the doors of the fake antique store and grocery store were closed, and the gray and white wall ether under the winter tree came out of nowhere a square stool, the second senior brother sat on the stool like a green pine on the cliff without trembling, and the young and lovely little scholar was like a white stone under the green pine and stood quietly aside.

The second senior brother looked at the closed shop door, and suddenly asked, "Haven't fought yet?"

Chen Pipi lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Xiantao is directly in Xu......"

A look of displeasure appeared on the face of the second senior brother, Yan Sù, and said: "In the end, it is all old people who are always so muddy and not simple when they start to do things, since they all insist that they are right, then in the end, they still have to rely on their fists to reason, where is the use of narrating the old for such a long time? ”

Chen Pipi wiped the cold sweat remaining on his forehead, where dare he have an opinion.

The second senior brother's absolutely straight brows suddenly frowned, gently lifted the placket of the robe, and then helped the ancient crown that had not been offset by a single point, and said, "If you don't fight all the time, do you want me to wait for a ......?"

When Chen Pipi saw him move, he knew that the second senior brother was a little annoying and spent time on these meaningless waiting, and was about to enter the old pen house, and he was suddenly shocked, and the sweat suddenly soaked the back of his clothes again.

At this time, in the old pen house, such a terrifying figure as the Great Priest of Light and Master Yan Se is in the midst of a confrontation, if the second senior brother joins in again, who knows how much turmoil it will cause, and how many pieces of ruins can be left in this street and alley?

Thinking of this section, he could no longer care about the awe of the second senior brother on weekdays, and he couldn't care about the second senior brother's disgust with others' clothes the most, so he reached out and grabbed the second senior brother's wide sleeve, trembling in a slightly hissing voice, and said with a sincere begging face: "Senior brother, don't go in again." ”

The second senior brother glanced at the wrinkled corners of his sleeves, and asked expressionlessly, "Those two can enter, why can't I enter?"

According to Chen Pipi's true thoughts in the depths of his heart, the wind can enter the rain, the light can enter the light, and the color can enter the reason why the second senior brother can't enter the old pen is very simple, because the two old men in the shop now no matter how many people they have killed, but at least they are calm for now, no matter what decisions they make, they will still think more, Chang'an City can still maintain a state of peace for the time being, but according to the second senior brother, you must be classified into the truth in the direction of your clothes, and insist on not arguing and not fighting the unclear character, once you enter the old pen house, there is still a reason not to fight in an earth-shattering game？

What's more, do you think that when the Twelfth Senior Brother, I Xiantao, didn't see you pretending to be solemn, but there was a flame of excitement burning in those eyes? Do you think that the Twelfth Senior Brother, I don't know, you have been pressed by the master and the senior brother for too many years, and you have to preside over the academy for the past two years, and you can't leave Chang'an to wander around the world, so you are full of battles**, and now you finally meet a bright god seat that can be called an opponent, where are you willing to let go?

It doesn't matter what he thinks in his heart, the important thing is that Chen Pipi knows that if he persuades the second senior brother like this, he will definitely only be beaten up, and the second senior brother will still float into the old bizhai, so he trembled the cute flesh on his face, and persuaded him bitterly: "It's not wrong to be slow, the senior brother is also quite slow, we don't have to wait."

The second senior brother said displeasedly: "Where can the senior brother be the same as others. ”

Chen Pipi saw that moving out of the senior brother had not worked, so he was ruthless, grabbed his sleeve and whispered a few words. (Note)

The second senior brother frowned slightly, waved his hand and signaled the cute little scholar who had been waiting silently to go back to the academy first, he helped the ancient crown, straightened his clothes, and closed his eyes on the stool under the tree, waiting silently and calmly.

From dusk to midnight, many people came from outside Lane 47.

The solemn and iron-blooded General Huaihua came on behalf of the emperor. The iron-clad Imperial Doctor came on behalf of the courtiers, and the slightly pale and haggard national teacher Li Qingshan also came.

The representatives of the forces of the Tang Empire gathered here just for one purpose, for the old man who was lying on his back in the old pen house, for the bloody storm that the old man set off in Chang'an City and Yanjing back then, and for the rebellion of General Xuanwei who had been buried in the depths of the pile of yellow paper.

For more than ten years, the empire has not delved into that matter, because that matter is too deep and too wide-ranging, related to His Royal Highness the Prince and General Xiahou, and more related to the Xiling Temple and the more mysterious source, but the Bright Divine Seat, who planned this matter back then, has now rebelled from the temple and came to Chang'an City in person, where will the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Empire allow him to leave safely again?

Like today, the Chang'an Mansion and the Fish and Dragon Gang are not qualified to appear at all.

These big men with their respective subordinates sat expressionlessly under the big umbrellas at the end of the alley, because they didn't know what the situation was in the old pen house, so no one walked over.

Some people had already noticed that under the gray wall of the old pen door sat a strange man wearing a high crown, and a very fat young man was standing, but after knowing the identities of the two, no one dared to doubt this.

Time passed slowly, the night was full of stars, Li Qingshan walked slowly from the alley, walked to the two of them and waved his hand, and didn't say anything like the two of them looked at the closed door of Lao Bizhai silently.

Sang Sang didn't know that there were so many worldly powerhouses and worldly bigwigs keeping vigil for her outside Lao Bizhai, she just slept with her eyes closed or wanted to sleep, thinking that she wouldn't be so sad after falling asleep, and thinking that if the young master knew that the culprit who murdered his whole family was in the Taomian shop at this time, he should also be sad, right?

Sangsang thought this half-asleep and half-awakened, and then she had a dream in which she dreamed of her biological parents.

Sangsang didn't know who her parents were, she was very curious or missed this and the feeling, Ning Que was only four years older than her after all, and it was difficult to completely replace the storage zài that everyone needed.

Until she met an old man in Chang'an City with a cotton jacket dyed with hot and sour noodle soup, she felt that the old man was very close, that was a natural closeness, she saw from the old man's eyes like Ning Que as unreasonable, unconditional love, so she thought that she had met her parents like Cunzài, she began to call him teacher.

Sang Sang woke up in shock, his cheeks slightly wet.

There was silence all night, like a soybean oil lamp gradually going out, and the morning light outside the door gradually blooming.

"There is no one from the temple, you know the style of the Empire. ”

Master Yan Se sighed and said: "In Chang'an City, you can't use the Xuanqi to kill, if we start with people, we will only lose our lives, but the imperial court can't let you leave, so it's a stalemate now." ”

The old man was silent, he knew very well that since he was discovered by the Tang Kingdom today, then the other party would definitely not allow himself to escape again, although he was the Divine Throne of Light, but when a powerful empire came out with all his might, if there was no protection from this Chang'an City and the inhabitants inside, he would still be in a desperate situation.

"I heard you say back then, you also gambled when you were in the Song Kingdom. ”

Master Yan Se looked at him and said calmly: "Bet again, bet on life and death, if you win, you continue to look for the shadow of the night, if you lose, you will leave your life in Chang'an City, which can be regarded as a knot for the old things of Nalin back then, so that the more than a thousand souls who died innocently and tragically because of you can be comforted." ”

The old man remained silent.

Master Yan Se looked into his eyes and suddenly said, "For the sake of your female apprentice, make a bet with me." ”

The old man thought for a moment, stood up and said, "Reasonable, admired, and worth it." ”

There are three ...... in this sentence The word, admiration is that Yan Se did not hesitate to give up the amazing array of Chang'an City as the background in order to seek the opportunity of a war...... You must know that as a formation controller, as long as Yan Se is in Chang'an City, he is naturally invincible, no matter how powerful the opponent is, at least he can ensure his own safety.

And it is worth saying that this gamble with the victory or defeat of life and death and even life as a bargaining chip, as long as it is for Sangsang, it is worth doing, as for the reasonableness, it is worth the side note: the old man is the light, he wants to leave the light in Sangsang's world, then he should finally make a truly bright choice.

Speaking of which, all qiē is for Sangsang, which is unreasonable in the eyes of many people, but it makes sense in the eyes of the elderly, and it is not worth it in the eyes of many people, but it is very worthwhile in the eyes of the elderly.

Sang Sang is a little black maid, her hair is a little yellowish, not very good-looking, let alone beautiful, she looks very inconspicuous, and her temperament is not very cute and pleasing.

People who don't know her will regard her as a barnyard grass that sways in the cold wind and may annihilate at any time, but those who really know her will regard her as a treasure, and the people who really know her in this world are only her young master Ning Que and her teacher Bright God Thunder.

So when Prince Longqing smiled slightly and threatened her safety with words, Ning Que was anxious and silent on the shore of Daming Lake, thinking hard to break through, and then shot this noble Xiling Divine Son into waste with an arrow.

When Enlightenment upset her and tried to do something to her, the Great Priest of Light left the yellow croaker on the table without thinking and went to the alley, turning the monk from an unknown land into a blind man with a light finger.

Chenguang came to Chang'an City and came to the old pen Zhai in Lane 47.

Master Yan Se and the Great Priest of Light finally ended the negotiation between the old and hidden words, and decided to use a relatively simple way to resolve the deadlock of Dangtao, and write an end to the history of more than ten years.

The old man's hand slowly pushed open the door, and the old man looked back and saw that Sang Sang had come behind him at some point.

She woke up in the middle of the night, and when there was a slight movement in the shop, she woke up and rushed over.

The old man looked at her quietly, and suddenly said, "Want to go and see?"

Sangsang nodded vigorously.

The old man glanced at Master Yan Se.

Master Yan Se smiled and said, "She is indeed the best witness. ”

The old man looked at Sangsang's little face, paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Take that new urn with you, you haven't been lazy with chicken soup, there is no oil stain, it should be suitable to use it for ash later." ”

Master Yan Se listened to this and said, "If you have an old urn with you, speaking of which, your little girl has earned a lot of money by relying on the old chicken soup sticker, but I haven't drunk your lazy chicken soup yet." ”

Sang Sang lowered his head and whispered, "If you don't go out, I'll give you lazy chicken soup to drink today." ”

The old man looked at her, shook his head, looked at Yan Se again and said, "The old urn has oil, and the ash is easy to stick to the wall. ”

Master Yan Se flicked his sleeves, laughed and walked out of the old pen house: "I have always had an oil stain on my robe in my life, and I have never disliked it, do I still care if the handfuls of ashes that become after death will be stained by oil?"