The devil is in the details.

There is no perfect crime, and when the wild goose flies across the blue sky, it must also draw a trace, let alone the people walking on the road?

Ouyang Wuji was not blindfolded, his eyes were the carriage, and the woman next to him, there were just the two of them in the carriage, the atmosphere was always a little subtle, but the two of them didn't seem to care.

"Don't you ask who invited you?" the woman asked him with a smile.

"I asked, you may not be able to say, you want to say, I don't have to ask?" Ouyang Wuji looked ahead and replied lightly.

"Why don't you dare look at me, am I ugly?" the woman asked.

"No, you're pretty, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Ouyang Wuji turned his head and said to her.

"More beautiful than your little sister?" the woman asked, still unrelenting.

"What do you say?" Ouyang Wuji asked rhetorically.

The two laughed.

"You have such a good sense of humor. The woman laughed.

"Maybe. Ouyang Wuji replied.

"Who do you say is the richest and most powerful in the entire Chang'an?" Ouyang Wuji asked rhetorically.

"Are you talking to me?" the woman asked rhetorically.

"You can think so. “

"In the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the most powerful person is the son of today; if you say who is the richest, the merchant should belong to the Li family, the merchant should belong to the Sun family, the clan should belong to the Yongwang family, and the family should belong to the Nangong..."

"Well, thank you, is there still some distance from the place where you arrived? Ouyang Wuji asked with a smile.

"It's going to take about an hour. ”

"Okay, I'll sleep first, call me when it's time, by the way, I have a book here, if you have nothing to do, you can read it" Ouyang Wuji stretched his waist, leaned back, and lay down peacefully.

The woman took the book, opened it and saw that it was a rotten chess book, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, she could play chess, but it didn't mean that she would watch it often, let alone carry it with her, he looked back and saw that the person seemed to be sleeping soundly. I really don't know whether to say that he has no heart or is as stable as Mount Tai?

An hour, not long, not short, tryst with the person you like, three lives and three lives do not feel much, when you are suffering, every minute and second becomes so long.

The moonlight is pouring, the rainy season, the mottled shadows of the trees, the rustling of the rain, paved this country road with a hazy veil of smoke, and there are no pedestrians on the path, who will walk on the road at night, people like to be lively and prosperous.

The silence was broken by the sound of horses' hooves, and without the slightest pity, the path continued to gallop, the path which was only a sign of passage.

The carriage was to lead to the end of the road.

"Hey, wake up. The woman pushed Ouyang Wuji, who seemed to be asleep.

"Are you there," Mowgli asked, opening his eyes.

"Come on, here you go. The woman gave the book to Ouyang Wuji.

"How do you see?" asked Ouyang Wuji.

"Maybe you shouldn't have come to Chang'an, and I shouldn't have invited you here. The woman suddenly said such an inexplicable sentence, and even she didn't know why.

"Whether you come to Chang'an or not, it's not for me to decide, whether you invite me or not, it's not for you to decide, isn't it?" Ouyang Wuji looked at him and said with a smile.

"You're such a strange person. The woman said.

"Strange people can always meet strange things, don't they?" Ouyang Wuji didn't care.

"Phew—" As the coachman shouted, the carriage slowed down, and the conversation between them ended.

The woman is gone, and when her mission is over, it's time to return to where she belongs.

No one cares whether he leaves or not, whether he lives or dies, because he is just a grass farmer, grass to be picked and trampled on.

He was greeted by a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties, with sharp edges, and gave the impression that his eyes, his nose, were reminiscent of an eagle, an eagle circling in the sky, waiting and looking for prey.

"Mr. Ouyang, please ask you like this, I have offended a lot, and I hope to forgive me. He spoke in a hoarse voice, as if something had cut his throat, and it was so uncomfortable to hear.

"Where, where, there are carriages and beautiful women, and princes and nobles are nothing more than that. Ouyang Wuji said.

The two were silent.

The two were waiting for each other to speak, the middle-aged man was waiting for the angry Ouyang Wuji, who was inexplicably threatening to come to this desolate place, but he didn't know anything, and everyone would be angry; Ouyang Wuji was waiting, he was waiting for the person to tell him personally, he knew that someone would be more anxious than him, they were waiting.

Whoever speaks first loses the initiative, and both of them know that the two of them will compete with endurance.

The rain rustled outside, but the people inside were silent.

Ouyang Wuji stood up and walked towards the door.

"Are you leaving, sir?" the middle-aged man asked.

Ouyang Wuji didn't answer him, he walked to the door, opened the window next to the door, and suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, carrying the fragrance of earth, paving the surface.

"Sir, why did I invite you here?" the middle-aged man couldn't help it, because he had already opened his mouth to say one sentence, and he wouldn't care about saying the second sentence.

"How are you feeling now?" asked Ouyang Wuji.

"What's going on?" the middle-aged man was a little puzzled.

"How's the air?" Ouyang Wuji turned his back and looked at the rain outside the window.

"Okay, much better. The middle-aged man was unconsciously following Ouyang Wuji's words.

"What did you just ask?"

"Sir, why did I invite you here?" the middle-aged man repeated.

"No, you're wrong. “

"No, that's what I just said. “

I mean "you", not that you invited me, you can't be the master. Ouyang Wuji turned around and said word by word.

"It's me" The middle-aged man repeated, his eyes staring at Ouyang Wuji like an eagle falcon, but he didn't see any expression from Ouyang Wuji, just like an eagle saw a lake of water, in the water he saw only his own figure, and similarly, what he saw in Ouyang Wuji's eyes now was only his weak heart.

"Haha, sure enough, the hero is a young man, Gorou, you step aside. There was a sound in the house, and I saw the screen close to the man slowly open, and an old man of about fifty years old appeared in the house, saying that he was old because his beard was white, but from his voice and complexion, he was still in good health.

"Your Excellency is Nangong's senior. Ouyang Wuji stepped forward and saluted.

"Didn't Tang'er's girl tell you? The old man smiled, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

It turned out that her name was Nangong Tang, and she was as her name suggested. ”

"Why didn't she tell you?" the old man gave the middle-aged man a look, and the middle-aged man asked.

"If I say no, will you believe it?" Ouyang Wuji said lightly.

"Okay, good," the old man shouted, and he used two good words in a row, "It's really worthy of Bai Yuan's apprentice, Goro, you can step down." ”

The old man and Ouyang Wuji were left in the house.

"If you're so smart, why don't you guess what I'm looking for you for?" asked the old man.

"Xiaosheng doesn't know anything but playing chess, can't my predecessors come to me to be a housekeeper? Ouyang Wuji made a joke.

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting, you are much more interesting than your master, your master wanted to have half of you, and I have no objection to marrying my daughter to him......"

"Then where is my senior mother now?" Ouyang Wuji asked curiously.

"Why, didn't he mention it to you?" the old man was surprised, "this bastard, he loves my daughter so much, he forgot about her!" the old man banged on the table angrily.

"Senior, please be cautious, it's always bad to say bad things about people behind your back. Mowgli's voice froze.

"What, behind the scenes, you have the ability to let him come, I pointed at his nose and scolded, the little rabbit cub, his teeth have not grown yet, and he dares to teach the old man a lesson. The old man scolded.

Ouyang Wuji stood up and walked straight to the door, this was the second time he had walked out of the door.

"Do you believe it or not, you can't get out of this manor?" said the old man.

Ouyang Wuji didn't seem to hear it, and continued walking.

"Do you believe that I will ruin your reputation, and life is better than death?" the old man threatened.

Ouyang Wuji continued to walk.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it, a donkey, more tough than your master. The old man scolded angrily.

Mowgli stopped and walked back.

"What's the matter with the seniors?" asked Ouyang Wuji.

"Can you not shout one by one, I'm very old, I go up the mountain to hunt, go down to the sea to catch turtles, and walk. Besides, I'm also the father-in-law of your bastard master, do you have to call me master, or call me grandmaster.

Ouyang Wuji smiled bitterly, this scoundrel's appearance is somewhat similar to Xu Sanjin, he should really be introduced to him one day.

"Hey, boy, what are you thinking?" asked the old man.

"I'm thinking about the rules of our chess valley. Mowgli replied respectfully.

"What kind of bird rules can you have in that place. The old man pouted.

"Where are our rules, the first rule is to judge seniority according to chess skills!" Ouyang Wuji replied without humility or arrogance.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then stroked his hair and laughed, "Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, it's interesting, even I like you, okay, I want to see, what kind of apprentice can Bai Yuan's kid teach? I hope your level should match your tone."

"Wait, I'll go get chess. "The old man is going to enter the inner room.

"Wait," Ouyang Wuji interrupted him.

"Why, regret it?" the old man asked, turning back to him.

"The trouble is making two cups of hot tea. Ouyang Wuji said calmly.

The old man almost fainted in anger. The patriarch of the dignified Nangong family wants to make tea for a hairy boy, and this is spread out to make him where to put his Nangong success or failure!

"Wait," said the old man angrily.