Chang'an, Kunlun Temple, there is a guest today, but he is a monk. 、ybdu、

The monk came to the Taoist temple, which was a bit unbelievable.

However, the Taoist temple host Wangji real person was not surprised, and they seemed to have made friends for many years, and they went to the peach blossom tree in the backyard to set up a chess game and catch a game.

The monk's speed of playing chess is very slow, and after a long test, he slowly falls.

Forgetting the real person's eyes, he suddenly said: "The national teacher is this son, but he is idle chess, could it be that there is a deep meaning in it?"

The monk is the current national teacher of the Xia Yu Dynasty, Jingxiang Zen Master, a respected Buddhist master, and said with a slight smile: "Unintentionally, casually rise and fall, that's it." ”

Forget the real person sighed: "You can't help but make a move." ”

"Didn't you shoot too?"

Jing Xiang Zen Master asked rhetorically.

Forget the real person silently, because it is true. On the same day, he sacrificed "The Ballad of the Cowherd" to help Chen Sanlang treat his mental wounds, which was actually an idle chess. And the net to add fuel to the fire, let the emperor issue an order, appoint Chen Sanlang as an official, in essence, should be a means of coping.

For many years, the two of them have lived in Chang'an, an outer city and an inner city, for many years. Sometimes the net goes to Kunlun to play chess, and sometimes the real person forgets the machine and runs to find the net to play.

Looking at the intricate situation and the black and white chessboard, the real person said: "This game of chess, we have been fighting for many years. ”

Jingxiang nodded: "It's a lot of years, and it won't be long before you can tell the winner." ”

"Do you think you can win?"

"Winning or losing is vain, you are persistent!"

Hearing this, the real person who forgot the machine suddenly had a momentum all over his body. Rise up with a bang.

Swish!

A peach blossom on the top of his head suddenly fell and shot towards the monk.

I don't look up. He jerked out his hand - it was white and slender, and it was very well maintained. Delicate and beautiful.

This hand grabbed the peach blossom in an instant, and smiled at the flower, which is the profound Zen Gong of the Buddha.

was invisibly defused by him, and he didn't care about it: "Regardless of victory or defeat, this chess will be played another day." ”

"Well, it's been going down for years, so why rush?"

With that, he put it together, got up and floated away.

The real person who forgot the machine did not move. Suddenly, with a flick of his sleeve, the chessboard disappeared, and he muttered: "Idle chess is cold, but sometimes it becomes the ...... of the winner and loser."

......

Day and night, all the way to the dust, the trivialities of the journey are not mentioned.

On this day, two carriages rushed to Dongting Town, and seeing that it was getting late, they found an inn to stay in the tip. Settled down.

When I went to Beijing to take the exam, whether it was Chen Sanlang or Ye Rongtong and his party, they all took the same route. All stayed in this mysterious town. Now that I come again, I belong to the old place again, but the mood is very different.

When it comes. Although he is full of ambition, he has never taken the hall examination after all. Inevitably, there is some uneasiness, but right now, it is a fame and fame. Full of ambition and returning home, this mood is the most bold.

Along the way, Ye Rongtong can be said to be like an arrow, and he just can't wait to insert a pair of wings and fly directly back to his home in Yangzhou. However, when I arrived at Dongting Lake, I slowed down, and I was ready to stop for two or three days, so that I could enjoy the mountains and rivers.

Dongting Tianxia is water, Yueyang Tianxia is upstairs, the landscape is boundless, if you want to play it all, you have to take a long time. For a few days, it's just a matter of sightseeing.

For this reason, Ye Rongtong went to ask Chen Sanlang's opinion. Chen Sanlang did not object, a while ago, he was very hard, and it was good to stay in Dongting for a few days.

As for Xu Jun, she also counted on finding out her father's news here.

Today, I don't want to go out again, so after staying, I have dinner, take an early bath, and then rest. Ye Rongtong was tired enough to choke, and fell asleep.

Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun are much better, Xu Jun is a martial artist, strong and healthy, needless to say; although Chen Sanlang was suppressed by the dragon qi "Haoran Silk Book", he followed Xu Jun to practice the boxing scriptures, and as time went by, it slowly produced results.

Xu Jun was quite surprised by the speed of his progress, and muttered in his heart: I didn't see it before, this guy's martial arts talent is so good.

Talented, willing to work hard, able to endure hardships and tiredness, a set of boxing methods is unfolded, but it looks like it, and it is no longer the previous flower boxing and embroidered legs. If you encounter some water thieves, you don't need to rely on spells, you can directly fight down.

However, after all, the magic is fundamental, and it cannot be liberated or released, which is very unpleasant. On the way, Chen Sanlang had repeatedly visualized and driven his mind to dissolve the golden dragon qi, but he had no choice but to return in vain and failed completely.

That night, he sat on the bed, to continue to try, looking for opportunities.

"Buzz!"

"Huh?"

Chen Sanlang was overjoyed in his heart, and was pleased to find that the golden dragon qi that had always behaved like an iron plate had loosened a little.

"Alas......"

He was soon disappointed to realize that the dragon aura was not washed away, but a manifestation of their own choice—that a ray of spirituality had sprouted again.

"Is it because of Dongting?"

Long Jun lives in Dongting, the breath is pervasive, the origin is the same, and it is not surprising that he has a sense of touch. It seems that this golden dragon qi is clearly and thriving again. It seems that this place is not suitable for scouring and cracking.

Thinking about this layer, Chen Sanlang gave up abruptly.

Nothing happened overnight, got up the next day, ate breakfast, left Dongting Town with Ye Rongtong and others, strolled away, and came to Yueyang Tower.

It is the peak season to play, and there are a lot of people coming and going to Yueyang Tower, which is quite lively. Everyone held on to the fence and watched, and saw that the reed stems and leaves were growing luxuriantly, and they were all new shoots, which were very reckless. Looking farther away, there are waves that catch the sky, and you can faintly hear the sound of water crashing on the shore, and the sound is grand.

How spectacular!

Ye Rongtong climbed high and looked, only felt relaxed and happy, the poetry was prosperous, and he opened his mouth to chant a song of seven uniques, the rhythm was clear, and it was quite a scene.

Chen Sanlang clapped his hands and praised: "Good poetry!"

Ye Rongtong was leisurely and said with a smile: "Daoyuan, you can also have a song." ”

Chen Sanlang shook his head: "I don't have Brother Ye Yaxing......

"Why be humble when you are far away, your talent is far better than that of a foolish brother, I have already understood. Every time a poem comes out, it will definitely be a masterpiece. ”

And they watched for a while on the pedestal, and then began to step upstairs, and climb the stairs, until they reached the upper floor, and saw more farther.

And after going upstairs, you should appreciate the pen and ink on the wall, the masterpieces of the predecessors.

Whew!

There was a small sound, and it turned out to be a hunchbacked old man holding a broom, slowly sweeping the steps.

The old man is very conspicuous, with sparse hair and a hunched back. His face was like cracked old bark, with old age spots scattered across it. There are spots on the face, on the hands, little by little, oval-shaped, and very regular.

It's him?

Chen Sanlang's eyes narrowed.

The old man suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a hooked eye: "Childe go upstairs, be careful of the steps." (To be continued......)