Night gradually fell, and the drunken Chu Ci had been sent back to the room by Zhou Ping to rest, and at this time, only Zhou Ping and Zhang Xiaoyue were left on the verdant grass.

The cool breeze was blowing, Zhang Xiaoyue was lying on the ground drunk, and Zhou Ping, who was sitting next to him, burped, muttered for a while, and finally mentioned the name that the two of them didn't want to mention again.

Zhang Hanzhong...... How's it going?"

Zhang Xiaoyue, who was originally grinning, changed her face slightly when she heard this, and she was silent for a long time, and replied, "According to Chu Ci, since Zhang Han's incident reached Chang'an, Zhang Hanzhong has no contact with her......"

"I thought about talking to him, but he never saw me. Come to think of it, the two of us are the father-killers who forced his father to death, and he didn't completely turn his face against us, and he was already very much in the old relationship. ”

Zhou Ping pressed his temples, on one side was the former brother, and on the other hand, he was the enemy who designed to kill his comrades-in-arms, Zhang Han did not die, how could those comrades-in-arms under Jiuquan be blind?

The moonlight poured like water on the two brothers, and they were safe everywhere, surrounded by mountains.

"Brother, do you remember when you were at Kyoto Sage Academy?" Zhang Xiaoyue looked at the small crescent moon in the sky, stretched out her hand and gestured, "Now we can be regarded as getting ahead!"

Zhang Xiaoyue didn't know, and Zhou Ping didn't know either, but the two teenagers who were sitting on the threshold knew it at the beginning......

For a long time, Zhou Ping touched Zhang Xiaoyue's hair with a smile and said softly, "Of course." ”

Listening to Zhang Xiaoyue's gradual snoring, Zhou Ping'an, who had been adrift for a year in the north, fell asleep peacefully......

The next day, Zhou Ping opened his hazy sleepy eyes from the dew-stained lawn and woke Zhang Xiao up for some breakfast.

"Is there a place called Qingliang Mountain in Chang'an?" Zhou Ping asked softly while eating.

Zhang Xiaoyue smiled and replied, "Of course there is, and you have been there before!"

"Yesterday we drank wine on the slopes of Qingliang Mountain. ”

After hearing what he said, Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, and then asked again: "Is there a stone tablet engraved with the four characters of the national warrior on Qingliang Mountain?"

Zhang Xiaoyue frowned when she heard this, and asked, "Brother, do you want to help Mr. Chen finish his unfinished engraving?"

"Of course!" Zhou Ping said firmly, "The words that the teacher left there have been making people laugh at for twenty years, and now that I, Zhou Ping, where is there any reason to let it continue to hang there and make people laugh?"

Zhang Xiaoyue nodded when she heard this, and took Zhou Ping to the stone tablet.

"Brother, this stele is called the bluestone stele, we students can pay homage on weekdays, but we must not touch it, otherwise we will be severely punished......"

After listening to Zhang Xiaoyue's explanation, Zhou Ping slowly raised his head, on the stele more than ten meters high, four strong and powerful characters can be clearly on the bluestone stele, the sun is shining on the bluestone stele, and the gilded font is shining.

Zhou Ping gently stroked the gilded font, looked at the last stroke of the two words that had not yet been completed, and muttered, "The countryman is unparalleled...... It is the last stroke of this unparalleled national warrior, and the teacher has been suppressed under the Xuan Realm for twenty years!"

"It is said that the teacher said that only the defenders of Qingliang Mountain who win the game of chess are qualified to engrave words on this bluestone tablet, right?" Zhou Ping turned around and asked.

Zhang Xiaoyue nodded silently, just want to play chess to win over the mountain keepers of Qingliang Mountain, how easy is it? For so many years, there are only two people who can be qualified to engrave words on the bluestone tablet, including Chen Bi'an.

"Brother, this monument ...... There are still words at the back. Zhang Xiaoyue pursed her lips and said.

Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, then walked to the back of the bluestone tablet, and slowly raised his head again.

I saw that behind the stele of this bluestone stele, a font that was obviously cut by a strong sword qi appeared in front of Zhou Ping.