On the shore of the lake, skinny, yellow-toothed old horseman untied the wine gourd from his waist, and drank wine, he liked to take a horse grass and wander around the palace, like an old horse with a long waiter. When he has nothing to do, he often walks around alone, regardless of whether the ground is clean or not, takes straw shoes under his buttocks, and sits in front of this Xuannu Pavilion, looking at the pagoda in the middle of the lake.

Whenever it is winter, the old horseman often mutters to himself, singing a small poem, "The north wind sweeps the white grass and folds, the snow flies in August, the wind and snow night in front of Yulei Mountain, and the soul is parted from outside the city of Jinzhou", which seems to be a poem from outside the city.

"Didn't you ask a Hu man to be your daughter-in-law when you were young?", Yang Ze stood behind the old groom, looked at his rickety figure, and quipped. The loyal, honest old groom grinned, and didn't say yes or no.

"If this old groom really asks for a daughter-in-law, then eighty percent of the old man will fall asleep", Yang Ze muttered in his heart, he has heard the old groom tell a lot of anecdotes over the years, it seems that he has traveled to many places, and he has done bad things about and peeing on the old groom's head when he was a child, but he also helped him steal a few pots of good wine from the wine cellar.

Looking at the backs of everyone in the distance, the old horseman walked into the Xuannu Pavilion with his hands in his hands.

He looked at the center of the lake for a long time, as if he suddenly understood, and grinned innocently at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his right hand and slapped it lightly at the stone table.

Something magical happened, and the handwriting that Yang Ze had just written faintly appeared on the stone table.

Writing with a soft brush, the power penetrates the back of the paper, the rice paper is intact, but the pen power reaches the stone table, which is not the kung fu of "fighting cattle across the mountains" on the rivers and lakes, but the profound Taoist Xuangong.

He looked at the center of the lake, "Panyue Xuanzhu Divine Skill, Wei Lao Dao, you have been hiding so deeply over the years", he said to himself.

There was a gust of wind blowing on the surface of the lake, and I don't know if the sand had blinded his eyes, and his cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of water droplets. Grinning, showing his yellow teeth, he picked up the leather flask and poured it hard.

"Who is in the Little Red Pavilion, Sijun is like a wind shadow, coming and going never stops. After ten years, he returned, tired of chasing the wine flag and playing the drums, until now the wine has not woken up", he chattered, smiled honestly, stupid.

A melodious Qiang flute sounded coming, and the whimpering Qiang flute sound seemed to be far and near, hazy, making people smell like the green willows in the Yumen Pass, and the spring breeze was slow.

A melodious Qiang flute sounded coming, and the whimpering Qiang flute sound seemed to be far and near, hazy, making people smell like the green willows in the Yumen Pass, and the spring breeze was slow.

The old horseman squinted his drunken eyes, looking at the middle of the lake, a flat boat, the veteran Luo Zi was full of red light, a pair of sword eyebrows, and was playing the jade flute alone in a boat.

"Exquisite", the old groom muttered, squatting on the white marble table, looking up and drinking, and after a while, the wine gourd was empty.

He staggered back to his stables with the gourd on his waist.

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Sanjin Courtyard, West Study.

The black and white chess pieces in front of Wei Zhongcheng are fighting against each other, this endgame has been played for ten years, and the nineteen vertical and horizontal lines on the white marble chessboard are faintly visible, and they have long been smoothed.

The lame Taoist has gray temples, closes his eyes and shakes his fan, and his ears listen to the ever-changing chess game, the black chess is about to fall on the chessboard, he sighs, and the black chess pieces are suspended in mid-air at the original rooting place, clanging, refusing to fall, thinking that this game is better than Zhibai.

Heizi went first, and he had already taken the lead in the morning, but he was still trapped by Baizi, who was in a weak position, which really gave Wei Zhongcheng a headache. "Yang Gongzhen is a genius in the world, and he would rather be burdened by the people of the world than by the people of the world, but under the Nine Springs, do you know who is responsible for the 80,000 soldiers?", he sighed secretly in his heart.

"The prince, the county lord, you are here", Wei Zhongcheng's face was as usual, and his tone was full of laziness.

Sanjin courtyard, planted a lush bamboo forest, in the middle of a colorful glazed vat, containing thousands of catties of water, a few carp in the water, a few clusters of duckweed, the whole book house quietly, solemn.

"Master Wei, you're playing the chess game again", before the county master arrived, a crisp and pleasant voice floated in first.

The lame Taoist looked down at the chess game, shook the feather fan, and sighed, "This endgame was realized when Dingguo Gong accompanied Emperor Han Yin to play chess...... , the old man in this game sees that he only has the only choice for the abandoned son to admit defeat."

"Master Wei, you are the great sacrificial wine of Hongdu Menxue, and there are a few people in the world who can be above you in the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, if you can't untie it, then this chess must be a dead knot. Since it's a dead knot, is there anyone else in the world who can untie it?", the county lord sat on the side of the chess game, picking up a few black chess pieces from the chess niche and fiddling with them, she didn't know anything about chess.

According to her, it was black, white, and white, dazzling, and she was curious that the black chess pieces could float on the chessboard and never fall.

The county lord stepped into the study, so that the dim study suddenly brightened, the county lord is like a lotus in the slanting moon lake, with buds waiting to be released, waiting for one day to bloom, charming and moving.

Ye Qingxuan sat on one side and watched the black and white chess pieces surround each other, catch and fight.

"Falling and taking root", looking at the stalemate chess game, she casually picked up a sunspot and put it on the one hundred and sixty-ninth position, suffocating the sunspot who originally had a glimmer of hope to death.

Yang Ze was about to stop him, but it was obviously too late, and the sunspot was suffocated to death.

Wei Zhongcheng showed a surprised look on his face and muttered to himself, suffocating a sunspot, but the sunspot came out of a new change and surrounded Baizi to death.

Yang Ze's chess skills have been taught by Wei Zhongcheng, and he has been well versed in the mysteries of the nineteen ways of Go. He could also see from the side that the county lord had inadvertently broken the chess game.

This chess game has been popular all over the world for a hundred years. infiltrated the boring hours of countless coquettish ink writers and Qing monks, as well as the famous prostitutes of the Qinglou who had a difficult spring night, but they didn't expect to be inadvertently cracked by Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan didn't know anything about this, looking at the two people in surprise, looking ignorant.

In a game of black and reversi, masters will compete for layout, and who would be willing to cut off their own chess path? Ye Qingxuan just threw the chess pieces around, and the sunspot was put to death and then lived, "born and born, and death is also life".

Wei Zhongcheng smiled bitterly, picked up the feather fan and looked out the window at the dark clouds that were slowly gathering up, Wei Zhongcheng seemed to be relieved, closed his eyes a little tired, and stopped talking.

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"Do you say that the rumors of the Jianghu Warlock are credible? The dragon vein sealed by the chess game has been lifted, is it going to change the dynasty again?" After the prince and the county lord left, the old horseman didn't know when he was quietly standing outside the window of the west study, the window paper was as thin as a cicada's wings, shaking in the breeze.

This time Lao Dao did not speak.

"Wei Lao Dao, did you write the lonely book?" The old horseman smiled innocently, fiddling with the chess pieces on the chessboard, this was the first time he entered the west study, looked at Wei Zhongcheng who was lying drowsy on the Taishi chair, and then continued, "That golden-winged Dapeng seems to be a thing of the Panyue Palace."

The two have never really played against each other in ten years, but they have already played countless games in each other's hearts.

"It's going to rain, and the Tongou River is going to be flooded again this year", Wei Zhongcheng replied to the question, looking at the dark clouds surging up in the sky and said, indescribable.

"Oh", the old groom looked up at the sky and sighed, as if he understood something.

After a while, lightning and thunder roared, the wind was low and the clouds were surging, the rain was like a pillar, and the rain on the eaves became a straight line, and the heaven and earth were integrated in the rain.

The water of the Tongou River has reached the Fengshui line, and the gongs and drums of disaster prevention on both sides of the river are shaking the sky.

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"Bold Mansion Yin, this official is on urgent business, why do you have to beat the drum to meet you?" Tan Zainian, the prefect of Taishou Mansion, held back the fire in his belly, and was dragged out of the concubine quilt by Deacon Yin from the concubine who had just entered the mansion today, and his face still had the rouge powder that had not been washed off, but it looked like a white face of Sichuan Spectrum singing.

"Lord Qiyu, the water of the Tongou River is much higher than last year, and my subordinates are worried that something big will happen", Yin of Xishu Mansion replied in a panic.

"Move, move all for me", the prefect didn't reply, and went back to continue to study the "mandarin duck playing in the water" on the concubine's red belly pocket.

"Subordinates obey orders", Xishu Mansion Yin bowed and quietly withdrew, his face panicked. I secretly rejoiced in my heart, "There is hope for the restoration of Xishu".

That little concubine was the one he got from the Qinglou.

The officials of the Jiangzhou government held oil umbrellas and posted tin foil notices around the city gates, saying, "The prefect has ordered all fishermen, merchants, and cultivators on both sides of the river to move out within three days, and those who do not obey the government order will be fined 30 taels of silver and 2 taels of silver." Fishermen along the river also found that this year's floods seemed to be earlier than in previous years.

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Foreign business travelers sighed that this Jiangzhou is located in the southwest, unpredictable, and it will change.

The prince and the lord of the county went out and went to the business of the palace.

The colorful eggs in the body of the monk Guangzhi are separated from the crickets, and he knows that his life will not be long.

He came to Jiangzhou to promote Buddhism and purify all sentient beings, and secondly, to find his uncle Fuxian, more than 20 years ago, his uncle Fuxian, to trace the whereabouts of the three corpses of the Demon Sect, but he was nowhere to be found.

What made him even more frightened was that a hundred years ago, when the Demon Sect was destroyed, it was clear that someone saw a porcelain doll in the pitch-black wilderness......

While walking, Yang Ze thought about what the monk Guangzhi said, and unconsciously walked to Fuchun Residence.

Fuchunju, in the southwest, is the best place for martial arts reviews, rouge reviews, and literary reviews.

Since the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, there have been frequent changes of dynasties, and the gate lord clan is very vulnerable to punishment, so many scholars have been disheartened and have risen up to talk about the atmosphere.

The Jiangzhou scholars have the elegance of meeting friends with literature, and the style of extravagance prevails.

On weekdays, the gate lord clan drank tea, took a bath, stayed in the Qinglou overnight, and looked like they had no quarrel with the world, and the eight states fell, and finally destroyed the country.

In this green building, the hottest business is still Qianyunxuan, where the Oiran has dominated the first 30 years.

Not far away, in the wilderness of Hexi, the "wild mandarin ducks" who are occasionally absent from their home are secretly playing in the water.

Fuchunju martial arts review business is unusually prosperous, for this daily Mao, noon, unitary three times of commentary, the field is full, the strangest thing is that Fuchunju's "rich" word treasure cover is missing a point.

"The words on this plaque are inscribed by Tianningzi of Niutou Mountain?", Ye Qingxuan opened the Qingluo umbrella, naughtily turned the umbrella handle, and the raindrops fell on the umbrella and bounced out, turning into an arc around her, rotating non-stop, like a stringed pearl.

"Well, Tianningzi has written the five words Fuchunju and Ming'an in his life", Yang Ze looked up, in the hazy drizzle, those words were already a little blurry, hazy, but there was a feeling that they were about to come out.

"This old way is so unlearned and unskilled?", the county lord's personal maid Ying'er said softly, with a look of disdain on her face.

You know, three-year-old children in Jiangzhou know the word rich, who doesn't want to be born rich?

"Ying'er, don't talk nonsense, Tianningzi is proficient in the art of divination. Ten years ago, he collected the incense money from the Fuchunju store, pinched his fingers, this money should not be collected, although the store is a good person, but it is rich and rich, and the business is about to end in half a year. But it is not easy to return the money after receiving it, so he specially wrote such a plaque, and the word rich does not come out, which is the meaning of "rich and headless", and let the store come back and hang it", which is also strange, and the store's business has been booming since then.

Ten years have passed, and Fuchunju's business is still in full swing, and you must know that the shopkeeper now looks at this plaque more important than his own life.

Yang Ze remembered that a few years ago, the fat man on the street, dressed in a white green shirt, carrying a rusty iron sword, dreaming of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, once stood under this plaque and laughed at Tianningzi, and was ridiculed by the coquettish inkman in Jiangzhou, so he slipped away.