Lao Bizhai does not raise idlers, except for Ning Que.

Sangsang sheltered the old man to live here, and was even persuaded by him to start practicing magic by all means, and sincerely called him a teacher, but she thought about the old man's appearance before she met, so she arranged a lot of housework for him, so as not to turn him into the kind of tired old man who carried a teapot to go shopping in the street to bask in the sun and pick his teeth, pretending to be pitiful and scolding his daughter-in-law for nothing.

The old man was very uncomfortable at first. Since leaving the small Taoist temple in the Song Kingdom decades ago, he has never done miscellaneous things such as washing dishes and wiping the table, whether he is sitting on the throne or imprisoned in the secluded pavilion at the foot of the back of Peach Mountain, there are countless people who serve his life, as a god seat above the clouds, where have his hands been stained with spring water?

However, now he had to learn these things, because that was what Sangsang demanded...... He is Sangsang's teacher, and he also thinks that heirs should learn to respect teachers, but he knows more clearly that if he doesn't listen to this little girl, then he may no longer be her teacher at any time, and this is something he absolutely cannot accept.

As a result, the best Great Priest of Light in hundreds of years, after proudly rebelling from the temple and single-handedly breaking the Fan Cage Array arranged by the Grand Priest of the Judgment, fell into the Fan Cage of Life in front of Sang Sang.

If the devout disciples of Haotian Dao in the world know what happened to the old man now, and know that he is washing clothes, cooking, sweeping dust, and doing chores in an alley in Chang'an City, I am afraid that he will faint with grief and anger.

No matter how incredible things are, once you do it too many times, you will get used to it until you become numb and even start to enjoy it, and the great priest of light doesn't seem to be able to escape this cycle of heavenly principles, the old man rolled up his cotton sleeves, stood by the stove, holding a loofah in his hand and seriously focused on washing the dishes, because the movements became more and more skillful and it seemed that the bowl would not be broken today, and he was subconsciously happy, and the old and graceful cheeks showed a childlike smug look.

After finishing the housework arranged by Sangsang, the old man walked back to the front bunk, used two square tables to make a temporary bed, took out the futon from the corner behind the display shelf and laid it out, blew out the oil lamp and lay down to prepare for sleep.

The starlight of the winter night sprinkled on the forty-seventh lane, and the lattice on the door of the shop penetrated a little, and the old man looked at the frost-like starlight on the ground, pressed the corner of the leaky quilt, and let out a comfortable sigh.

He was very satisfied with his decision to leave Taoshan, very satisfied with his decision to come to Chang'an City, and very satisfied with his current life, so he forgot why he left Taoshan in the first place, why he came to Chang'an City, and rarely even remembered the black shadow, perhaps he subconsciously wanted to extend this period of time longer.

It is a happy thing to be able to find a successor, and it is an indescribable happiness to be able to find a Shinto successor like Sangsang. The old man believes that after a thousand years, there has never been such a character in Haotian Daomen, and there will probably not be a thousand years after that, Sang Sang will definitely be able to inherit his mantle, and will go further than himself, and will eventually see the wonderful world that he once glanced at obsessively.

The old man felt that he was not far from death, but before he died, he could already see the future after death, and it was a bright future that he would be pleased and admired.

Sangsang in the back house was also ready to sleep, filled a bucket of leftover hot water and began to burn his feet, and the smooth and delicate little feet like a white lotus gently kicked the water, like a duckling playing in the water by the pond.

A little girl of fourteen years old, who lived alone, took in an old man of unknown origin, and the old man had been peeping outside the old pen for many days beforehand, which seemed a little inappropriate, but Sangsang did so.

This does not mean that Sang Sang is a kind and easy to deceive, she may be kind, but following Ning Que to roll in this world for many years, where would she not know that people's hearts are sinister, the reason why she took in the old man in the first place was because she saw the holy light oozing from the old man's fingers, and then confirmed that she could help Ning Que fight after learning God.

This reason is important...... In the past ten years, it was Ning Que who fought and killed people for her, she could only hide under the big black umbrella and shout a few times occasionally, and she felt that now that she had become a big girl, she should be able to do more things, such as helping Ning Que fight when necessary, and helping Ning Que kill people.

After getting along for a long time, Sang Sang even had a family-like feeling of closeness with the old man, because she could feel who was really good to her, and she found that the old man was only a little worse than Ning Que was good to herself.

"I don't know what the young master is doing now, it's cold over there in the wasteland, right?"

Sang Sang looked at the roof with her eyes open, her little hands propped up on the slightly cool kang, imagining Ning Que's life in the wasteland, this was the longest time she and Ning Que had been separated, and she couldn't get used to it.

Because Ning Que was not at home, she felt that the newly built kang at the north end of the house did not need to be all warm, so she habitually began to be thrifty.

Taking out the talismans left by Ning Que from the cabinet, she carefully glued them to the outside of her underwear. It stands to reason that except for Ning Que, others can't arouse the heat in these failed fire talismans, and he obviously forgot about it. But I don't know why, maybe because she started practicing divine arts, her small body gradually warmed up.

The winter of the fourteenth year of the Apocalypse came earlier and colder than usual, and Sang Sang raised his little hand to his mouth and gently took two breaths of hot air. Looking at the mist diffused in her eyelashes, she thought of something, and after being stunned, she took out Ning Que's futon from the large cabinet, opened the door and walked into the front bunk, and gently covered the old man's body.

The warm quilt is the most insidious enemy of getting up, so the old man woke up late the next day, and he looked at the bright sky outside the shop, thinking that he had forgotten to line up to buy hot and sour noodle soup, and couldn't help but be shocked.

As he hurriedly got up to wash, he saw a note pressed with a stone on a small bench next to the well.

On the note was Sangsang's green but beautiful handwriting.

"At night, I remembered that a sister called me to go to her house for dinner, I will be there for about a day, teacher, you don't have to wait for me to eat, if you can't buy noodle soup when you get up late, go to the shop next door to eat, I told Aunt Wu. ”

The south gate of Haotian Road looked at the snow on the black tiles, and quietly looked at the vermilion palace wall not far away in the morning light.

Li Qingshan, the Great Tang National Master, coughed lightly twice, looked at the file on the case, and frowned slightly.

The officials of the Heavenly Pivot Office who came to report waved their hands and saluted, and said with a solemn expression: "Mr. Thirteen has left the royal court, presumably he has entered the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain by now, and I don't know if he can find the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, as for the Heavenly Book...... Master Guoshi, if the imperial court does not send a master over, I am afraid that it will be difficult to grab it in front of the temple. ”

Li Qingshan shook his head, and after a moment of silence, he said: "When Your Majesty asked Ning Que to go to the wasteland, the imperial court didn't know about the Book of Heaven, and later decided to let him try, and it has nothing to do with the imperial court, let alone the South Gate and the Tianshu Office, this is what the second Mr. of the academy meant, then this matter is the matter of the academy, you don't need to think about it." ”

There is no need to think about it, it is because there is no point in thinking about it, the book of heaven that fell on the wasteland is enough to attract the attention of too many forces, especially the Xiling Temple, which is obviously very well prepared for this, although the intelligence says that the master of the sect is still in Taoshan, but who knows if there will be people in the temple?

In the face of this situation, unless the Tang Empire makes an all-out attack, it is possible to defeat the temple and grab the heavenly book, but it is obviously impossible for the imperial court to do this, and it is the right way for the academy to come forward, but Li Qingshan is also extremely puzzled why the academy pinned all its hopes on Ning Que, you must know that the realm of that guy is really bad enough.

Li Qingshan didn't spend too much time and energy on this matter, and began to read the other dossiers sent by the Heavenly Pivot Office. His current mind is all focused on searching for the traces of the Great Priest of Light, but there is such a powerful and terrifying divine seat lurking in Chang'an City, whether it is His Majesty or him, he will feel a strong uneasiness.

The ambush at the Late General's Mansion ended in failure, although the empire did not suffer any losses, but the south gate of Haotian Dao and the military conspired for a long time to jointly dispatch, but they gained nothing, which can be called a fiasco.

In that battle, Li Qingshan had never fought head-on with the Great Priest of Light, but he knew that he had lost, and the way he failed made him feel very humiliated, if he knew that the other party was working as a dishwasher at this time, he might be in a better mood?

Where exactly are you hiding?

Stepping on the black paulownia wood floor, the national teacher slowly walked out of the palace gate, stood on the railing and watched the withered flowers and remnants of snow for a long time in silence, and then brushed his sleeves away from the south gate. His eldest disciple, He Mingchi, hurriedly followed, glanced at the clear sky, thinking that there would probably not be snow today, but he still held the yellow paper umbrella under his armpit.

The top floor of the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda Temple.

The Huangyang monk copied the Buddhist scriptures in a serious manner, listened to the sound behind him, looked back, looked at Li Qingshan's slightly haggard face, sighed softly in his heart, and got up to greet him. He looked at the other party's tired expression and said: "According to the Heavenly Oracle Divine Seat, the Ming Scroll should be resurrected in the wasteland, and the location of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate cannot be separated from it, but some time ago, you calculated a volume, and the position pointed by the cinnabar pen on the map is on the shore of the Hulan Sea, and there is still some distance between the two places. ”

The top of the tower is quiet, and Huang Yang does not have the habit of calling the little monk, and the conversation between the two is not afraid to be listened to by others.

Li Qingshan shook his head and said: "That book of heaven is a holy relic of the Daomen after all, the imperial court really has no reason to make a move, and my southern gate is even more embarrassing, now that the academy has taken it, I will no longer pay attention to this matter." ”

Huang Yang looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "Do you want to pay attention to that matter forever?"

Li Qingshan said calmly: "The Bright Divine Seat is in Chang'an City, His Majesty will not allow the Temple to send people here, that is my responsibility, I am the Great Tang National Teacher, so I have the responsibility to protect the empire and this capital." ”

Then he looked at Huang Yang and said seriously: "You have to be careful these days. ”

The Huangyang monk said slowly: "What kind of person is the Bright Divine Seat, I am just a small person who hides in the broken tower and copies scriptures without quarrel with the world, how can he think of coming to confirm his cultivation with me." ”

After saying this, he walked to the side of the tower, looked at the majestic Chang'an City under the clear winter sky, and said with a calm smile: "If he really dares to come, although I am incompetent, if he does not show the true realm, it makes no sense to quietly erase me from this world, and at that time, the great array of Chang'an City will be able to suppress him in an instant." ”

Now whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Tang Empire, it is not clear why the Bright Divine Seat came to Chang'an City after escaping from Taoshan, if it is for the prophecy and the old things more than ten years ago, I always feel that it makes some sense. If he wanted to be detrimental to the Tang Empire, then Li Qingshan and the Huangyang monks were undoubtedly the most likely targets for him.

In this case, the previous words of the Huangyang monk had compassion and fearlessness in the tiger's body, Li Qingshan looked at the old monk's robe on his body, shook his head after a moment of silence and said: "Too passive, we must find him first." ”

The Huangyang monk turned around and found that Li Qingshan had an extra chessboard in front of him, and his hand was stretching out towards the chessbox.

He was slightly startled and said, "Are you going to start a hexagram again?"

Li Qingshan reached into the chess box with his right hand, touched the slightly cool chess pieces, and nodded.

The Huangyang monk frowned and said, "Your ability to peep into the sky has to be at the cost of longevity, why is this?"

Li Qingshan said calmly: "These days, Senior Brother has been looking for traces of the Bright Divine Seat in Chang'an City, and he still hasn't found anything until today, he has taken a huge risk, and I have to do something." ”

Master Yan Se is the most powerful rune master in the world, even in the Xiling Temple, he can be on an equal footing with the master of the sect and the divine seat, Wei Guangming is the greatest light divine seat in hundreds of years, no one in the world knows which of these two big men is more powerful, but this kind of search encounter is extremely unfavorable to the rune master.

The crisp sound is like spring rain coming to the world in advance.

Dozens of pieces jump on the chessboard, spin and then calm down and stop moving.

These chess pieces were randomly grabbed by Li Qingshan from the box, but it was strange that there was only one white piece, and the rest were all black pieces, those black chess pieces made of matte stone, which were silently piled up on the left half of the chessboard, surrounding the white piece in the middle.

Li Qingshan looked at the chess table and was silent for a long time, and then said, "He is still in Chang'an City, not far from us. ”

This winter's Chang'an City seems to have been stimulated by some kind of stimulus, becoming as moody as in summer, last night and this morning had been clear, but in just a moment, the sky was covered with gray snow clouds, and scattered snowflakes drifted up.

He Mingchi glanced up at the sky, listened to the footsteps in the tower behind him, and quickly pulled out the yellow paper umbrella from under his armpit and opened it, looking at the national teacher's cheeks, which were even more haggard than before, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Returning to the south gate from the Ten Thousand Wild Goose Pagoda, He Mingchi went directly to the back kitchen, and personally stared at the miscellaneous decoction, as the eldest disciple of the Tang Dynasty National Master, he did not have too good qualifications in practice, and he knew that he had no way to persuade the teacher not to consume his mind or even the number of years to start the hexagram, so he could only do what he could.

He held the hot medicine bowl and slowly walked into the quiet Dao hall.

Li Qingshan sat by the window and looked at the flying snow outside the window, listened to the footsteps without looking back, and waved him to put down the medicine bowl.

He Mingchi did not put down the medicine bowl, but knelt beside him, lowered his head and held the medicine bowl high with both hands, and silently and stubbornly asked the teacher to take the medicine first.

Li Qingshan sighed helplessly, took the medicine bowl and slowly drank it into his stomach, and then said with emotion: "You are such a silent and stubborn character, even if you are in charge of the Heavenly Pivot, it is not suitable for you, if I die in the future, what will you do?"

(Wonderful Monday morning, please dear big guys, vote for the most fresh recommendation of the night.) ）