The sun is just right, and people come and go in front of Jiming Temple. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a few pleasantries, after seeing Luo Weilou and the elegant man instructing their subordinates, they still stood aside, as if waiting for Su Musha.

He folded his hands together and said goodbye, and said: "The rotten Ke Jing is an immortal chess game, the prince bought it with his daughter, and it is also a good story to pass it out, and it will inevitably become famous in the chess world. ”

No matter how strong a person's concentration is, when it comes to the vertical and horizontal chessboard, it is difficult to determine the winning or losing mind.

There was a chess maniac in Youzhou, who played against people day and night without knowing whether he won or lost, and when he reached the critical point, he was disturbed by his wife because of playing chess, and he got up angrily and killed his wife with a knife;

The world is like chess, and it is still so.

Su Musha thanked him, and when he saw it, he walked towards the mountain gate of Jiming Temple.

An old monk is coming out of the mountain gate, wearing a gray-robed monk's robe, with high eyebrows and a sharp nose, similar to the appearance of a Hu person.

The old monk said a few words to Xu, looked up at Su Musha's side, and shook his head when he saw Xu, so the old monk didn't come to disturb, nodded to Su Musha from afar, turned around and led the way in front, leading Xuan into the Jiming Temple.

Luo Weilou took a few steps forward at this time, and Shi Li said: "Luo Weilou has seen Lord Ye Gu, the prince. ”

Ye Qiudi returned the salute, Su Musha snorted, and his eyes kept on the elegant man behind Luo Weilou. The man only nodded, even if he said hello, Luo Weilou didn't mean to recommend, but said: "This is not the place to talk, it is the time of lunch, Luo has prepared a thin wine in the pavilion in the back mountain, please move." ”

Ye Qiudi nodded, pulled Su Musha, who wanted to be sarcastic, and followed Luo Weilou along the yellow wall of Jiming Temple, bypassed the corner, and walked on a sheep intestine path. There was a small stream on one side of the path, the stream was rattling, and after walking a hundred and twenty steps with Su Musha and others, he turned a sharp bend and crossed the stone bridge at the foot of Su Musha and entered the temple.

Wherever the path passes, the plum blossoms gradually thin, and the number of tourists gradually decreases.

There are several cherry blossom trees, not tall, with branches spread out, and the bare trunks are indescribably ugly, but when it comes to flowering, it is a fairyland on earth.

After completely leaving the Jiming Temple behind, a bamboo forest appeared in front of Su Musha's eyes, and the path in the bamboo forest was paved with bluestone slabs, and it was full of green and yellow bamboo leaves.

The bamboo forest trail is not long, and it suddenly opens up when it comes out of the bamboo forest.

An octagonal pavilion appeared in front of Su Musha's eyes, the pavilion was three zhang high, the red pillar was green tile, the heavy eaves were warped, the eight hanging owls kissed, and the gourd pressed the top. The pavilion is located on top of a cliff. Looking across the octagonal pavilion, it is Xuanwu Lake. The surface of the lake is like a mirror, slightly hazy, as if covered with a thin veil. Occasionally, a flock of birds overhead flew towards the surface of the lake, leaving a trail on the lake.

"Nice view. Ye Qiudi praised: "I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful scenery here." ”

"The mountains are secluded, and ordinary pilgrims rarely set foot here. Luo Weilou said, and stretched out his hand sideways to invite Su Musha and the others into the octagonal pavilion.

There is a stone table and four stone benches in the pavilion, and there is a man with a thick back and an unsheathed knife waiting next to him, and wine and food are prepared on the table.

The four of them were seated, and the man with the big knife on his back consciously stood behind the elegant man.

Without waiting for Luo Weilou's introduction, the elegant man poured wine for Su Musha and the three of them in turn, and finally said when pouring wine for himself: "You are very similar to Brother Wen Zhong, just like him when he was young. ”

Su Musha was stunned, and saw the elegant man raise his head and said: "Brother Wenzhong has a great friendship with me, and seriously speaking, you should call me 'uncle'." ”

Seeing that Su Mu was puzzled, the elegant man continued: "When Brother Wen Zhong was wandering in the rivers and lakes back then, on the south bank of the Great River, it was almost such a season, and the four of them, including me, Wu Changsheng, and others, did not know each other, and became friends of life and death. Later, for some reason, he disappeared for a long time, and it was not until your uncle rose up in Langya that Brother Wen Zhong returned to the rivers and lakes, and with our help, recruited the Jianghu rangers and the refugees who fled south to establish the Beifu Army. ”

Su Musha was shocked, stood up and respectfully bowed his hand, "Your Excellency?"

What the elegant man said was true, when arranging the affairs of Su Ci's life between the wine shop and the teahouse, he spent a lot of words on the establishment of the Beifu Army, which repeatedly mentioned Su Ci's four friends of life and death.

"Zeng Thorn Nu. The elegant man was word-by-word.

"It turned out to be Uncle Great-Great. Su Mu gave a salute and said, "Please forgive the boy for being rude before. ”

The thorn slave waved his hand and motioned for Su Musha to sit down, and said: "I waited for the men of the rivers and lakes to be unrestrained, and soon broke away from the Beifu army and wandered the rivers and lakes again, but I asked about the temple." The latter four brothers had their own family business, so they separated, and it was not until I heard the news that Brother Wen Zhong died on the battlefield that the four brothers reunited in the place of righteousness, and they were sad for a long time. “

"Although it is a friend of life and death, there is one thing that Brother Wen Zhong conceals very deeply. The thorn slave changed the topic and said, "We four brothers, we never knew that he had married a wife and had children. So much so that I was surprised and delighted when I learned that the Southern Dynasty had another Shuobei queen. ”

Su Musha smiled bitterly and said: "A certain person has been weak and sick since childhood, and the famous doctor in Langya even asserted that I would not live as a child. In desperation, my father sent me to the Valley of the Medicine King, and I was able to survive under the careful care of my master and sister. ”

"Where's Lingtang?" asked the Thorn Slave.

"My mother died in childbirth. Su Mu replied.

"I see. The Thorn Slave picked up the wine bottle and slowly sprinkled the wine on the edge of the cliff, and sacrificed the dead.

"Uncle Zeng is from Yanzhou?" Ye Qiudi, who had not spoken for a long time, asked suddenly.

"Exactly. ”

"It turned out to be Lord Zengwu, no wonder he would ask Xinglou to go to the palace to get the sword of the Son of Heaven. ”

Ye Qiudi was calm, nodded and said lightly, and immediately swept away the atmosphere, so that the thorny slave could no longer get closer by reminiscing about the past.

The thorn slave smiled "haha", his expression was calm, and said: "It is worthy of being the valley master of the Medicine King Valley, and it is also worthy of being the good daughter-in-law of Brother Wen Zhong." ”

"It's just that I don't know where the woman who put Brother Wen Zhong in his heart is sacred, and I regret it. The thorn slave sighed, changed the topic, and said, "There is a clear distinction between public and private, let's get down to business." Please pick up the star tower and sneak into the palace to take the sword of the Son of Heaven without telling me, it's my fault, I will do it first as a respect and make amends to the prince. ”

The thorn slave said, raised the wine bottle, and drank it all.

Ye Qiudi saw Su Musha's puzzled expression, and said, "Uncle Zeng's dock master is not the leader of the rivers and lakes such as the Twelve Chains of Docks, but the leader of the beggar army. ”

"Beggar Army?!" Su Musha only felt that it was not appropriate to go out today, and he was really surprised and happy.

As the king of Shuobei in the Southern Dynasty, Su Musha naturally knew about the begging army, but his energy has always been focused on the territory of the Southern Dynasty, and Su Mucheng has always been in charge of the affairs of Jiangbei, so he never knew that the leader of the begging army was called the lord of the dock, let alone that the rest of the fathers had such a posthumous relationship.

Su Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but look at the thorn slave again, and he also understood what the thorn slave meant by taking the sword of the Son of Heaven - he wanted to be the king in the north and south of the Yellow River!