"Pouring the chest to stop the things in the cup, how can you be happy and famous. The gentleman praised.

I don't know what is the difference between this chrysanthemum wine and the Qingquan wine in Qutang Town, where does it make Mr. like?

Wu Xing didn't ask, and he didn't taste it, presumably most of the wine has the same taste, bitter and astringent, sweet and spicy, but why can it dispel sorrow?

"When you grow up, you'll understand. On the way back, the gentleman said.

The lively streets and alleys of the day fell silent, the whimpering night breeze blew, and the old banyan trees rustled with some sparse branches and leaves, leaving only the first quarter moon, which was half obscured by dark clouds, and a gloomy and cold light fell.

Song Ning also looked at the dark blue sky like ink, and the dark clouds were connected, "There will be fog tomorrow." ”

After washing, Wu Xing didn't want to lie in bed so early, and he couldn't sleep anyway, so he went to Mr.'s room to find Mr.

The night wind is howling and the lights are on.

Mr. sat on the edge of the bed and read a book, Wu Xing climbed up with Mr. 's legs, stretched his head to read, the book was printed with a square grid, and the white dots and black dots were scattered between the grids, it turned out to be not a book, it was a chess game.

"Sir, you can play chess? She discovered another skill of her husband.

"But you'll get one or two of them. Cheng Yanqiu put the book down, "The chess method is yin and yang, and the Tao is the warp and weft." Thinking deeply, victory is inevitable. The truth in chess is not seen in a lifetime. ”

I don't know how many people will make their lives a chess game, and the world will be a chess game, and they will have a big gamble.

Until the last minute, who knows whether to lose or win?

"Ah Wu can't sleep, and he wants to listen to the story?" said the gentleman.

Wu Xing scratched his head and said, "I want to ask Mr., you said that Shura fan, can you win against them?"

"What does it matter to you if he can't win or not? It's only been a few days since we got along, does Ah Wu care about him so much?" Cheng Yanqiu quipped, "Do you want him to win, or not?"

Wu Xing asked herself, she didn't care about He Shuke's life and death, just a person who was still laughing today, but died in a few hours, and always felt a sense of unreal absurdity, she didn't know the dead people she had seen before, if she hadn't had the ability to forget, I'm afraid she would have forgotten what those people looked like.

If He Shuke is really dead, then he is the first person she knows to die.

But if he wins, then he will come back to disturb them, she doesn't like him to always rob him of Mr., Song Ning should also hate him, so it's better not to let him come back.

Wu Xing shook his head.

Cheng Yanqiu smiled with satisfaction, Ah Wu is a member of the Holy Sect, it is better not to get along with outsiders easily, it seems that He Shuke did not get a little care or friendship from Ah Wu.

"He won't die if he wins or not, but he was arrested and locked up in a clean and uninhabited place, and he just listened to some big truths every day, and Xuan Zhenguan didn't intend to kill him. Cheng Yanqiu answered Wu Xing's doubts at this time, "What's more, he may not necessarily lose, his root bone comprehension is excellent, his martial arts talent is superior, and he is two years older than Yuan Hechen, the chief disciple of the Xuanzhen Temple, Yuan Hechen can barely tie with him, even if he adds those junior disciples with mediocre martial arts, he may not be able to catch him." ”

If it is a person next to him, He Shuke may have to worry about his life and death, but Xuanzhen Guan practices Taoism from top to bottom, and he claims to be a person outside the square and does not like to kill.

The night wind is like a knife blowing on people's faces, and the dust and sand mixed in the wind make people unable to open their eyes, He Shuke doesn't know how long he has been running, but it should not be close, there is no half a figure on the road, more and more remote, no traces of people's lives can be seen, a shadow is shrouded in the distance, and it is a bamboo forest when it is close.

I went into the forest and found a dense forest where I couldn't see my fingers, and finally I could rest for a while.

He sat on the ground unobtrusively, he was a little thirsty after running for so long, but unfortunately he couldn't drink a glass of chrysanthemum wine before leaving, these calf noses are really annoying, and the Double Ninth Festival is not over.

Recalling that Mr. poured wine is a trace of wine, the more He Shuke thought about it, the more indignant he became, obviously he could drink Chongyang wine with Mr., but he missed it so much, and he didn't know if he could see Mr. until the next Chongyang, and he must give those stinky boys who disturbed him a lesson.

After resting for a while, he suddenly felt a bulge on the ground through his clothes, he reached out and touched it, and pulled out a small piece of autumn bamboo shoots that had not yet grown out of the soil, Ma Ma Lai Lai was not very good-looking, but he didn't care, he broke it hard, revealing the green and white bamboo shoot meat in the middle, biting on it and sucking the juice inside, barely relieving his thirsty throat.

The slender and straight reflection of the bamboo was reflected in the gray moonlight, and He Shuke looked at the slender bamboo shadow and suddenly had an idea.

He cut off the bamboo tip and stuck it on the ground, but after a while, he inserted a dense bamboo spike, he clapped his hands and showed a smug smile, "It's done!"

After remembering the direction, he picked up his light skills and drifted away, looking for those Xuanzhen disciples who had lost his trace.

In the verdant bamboo forest behind him, the thick night and early morning fog hide the sharp bamboo spikes in the damp soil.

...

Sure enough, there was fog in the early morning, the first quarter moon had not yet set, the sun had not yet risen, Wu Xing got up and opened the door, the visibility on the street was less than fifty zhang, she shivered, tightened her clothes, and the dark passage was much colder than yesterday.

The gentleman came over and tied her forehead for her, straightened it up, and looked at the sky.

This year's cold air seems to have come exceptionally early, after the white dew is the frost, and winter is not far away, and I don't know how thick the snow will fall, and how many frozen bones will fall under the white snow.

"It's a cloudy day. Cheng Yanqiu said, "Then let's go on the road early, so as not to rain." ”

Song Ning also has no objection, they have black cloaks and are not afraid of rain, but Mr. and Wu Xing are not very good in the rain, and it is not convenient to ride a horse with an umbrella, if Wu Xing gets sick in the rain again, Mr. will definitely be in a bad mood.

Although Danyang and Changyang are both Jiuyang, they are far smaller than the other Yang territories, one is the Xuanzhen Temple of Cultivation, the avenue is inactive, and the management is not good, the other is that Changyang Huaxumen and Danyang Xuanzhen Temple are both close to the imperial court, so they naturally want to give the imperial court a face, and in the autonomy of Jiuyang, Danyang Changyang was chosen.

Up to now, Jiuyang is actually not worthy of the name, only Dongyang Yinyue Sect, Puyang Taiamen, Danyang Xuanzhenguan, Changyang Huaxumen, Jiangyang Qingyuan Sect, other Jinyang, Xiayang, Yueyang, Yiyang is no longer a big sect that can be alone, these four places are either divided by the local family, or secretly collected by the imperial court.

Danyang Changyang, as one of the few sects close to the imperial court among the major sects, is also in a similar location, where the boundaries of the two places meet, but it can be arrived in half a day, Song Ning also ordered all the people, so he took advantage of the fog in the early morning, and the group rushed to Changyang.