Sangsang didn't know how to play chess, and her moves were terrible. No matter how the old man thought about how to deal with it, he could not turn the situation around. As the chess pieces fell one after another, Black's side was obviously in an advantageous position and was about to win the midgame. However, there was no pride on Chen Pipi's face. His expression was unusually solemn and serious. He did not know why there was sweat on his temples, but it kept flowing down his round cheeks.
On the contrary, the old man looked calm and relaxed. He drank the tea that Sangsang had just brought to him and casually put down a chess piece. He sighed and said, "I haven't played chess for 14 years. I'm really rusty."
Hearing the words "14 years", Chen Pipi wiped the sweat off his face. Although he didn't show any abnormality, he was screaming in his heart, "It's him, it's him!"
The old man looked up at him and said with a smile, "I let you play. Why did you leave?"
Chen Pipi said respectfully, "Because you are stronger than me. I can't beat you, so I left."
The old man looked at the sweat on his face and asked with a smile, "What are you afraid of?"
Chen Pipi answered honestly, "I'm afraid of you."
The old man shook his head and sighed, "I've served Haotian all my life, but I don't want others to be afraid of me."
After a moment of silence, Chen Pipi said, "The original intention and the result often don't correspond."
The old man looked at him and suddenly asked, "Your surname is Chen?"
Chen Pipi answered, "Yes, I'm Chen Pipi."
The old man nodded and said, "You know, I just came out not long ago. When I was in there, I heard that you ran away from the abbey and are now a disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy?"
Chen Pipi stared at the chess pieces on the chessboard and said, "Yes."
The old man smiled and said, "Then why are you afraid of me? In fact, even if you're not a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy, I won't make things difficult for you for the sake of the abbey. Peach Mountain is not far from the abbey. "
Chen Pipi raised his arm again and wiped the sweat off his face. He suppressed his nervousness and put a black chess piece on the chessboard in silence.
The old man lowered his head to look at the black chess piece he had placed. He gently shook his head and said, "It is said that the affairs of the world are like a game of chess. In my opinion, it is not the chess pieces but the path of the game. No matter how far two lines look, there will always be a time when they meet."
Chen Pipi smiled bitterly and said, "I'd rather be a chess piece. Black and white will never come into contact."
The old man said, "It's really a coincidence. I met a monk from the temple yesterday."
Chen Pipi was slightly surprised and asked, "Someone from Xuankong Temple is in Chang 'an? What happened next? "
The old man said, "He's blind. I think it will take some time for him to regain consciousness."
This sentence was said in a calm tone, but Chen Pipi gasped and scratched his head angrily. He stared at the old man and said in a trembling voice, "Look! Look! You can blind the people in the temple if you want, but so what if I come from the temple? I'm unlucky to have met you, yet you insist on telling me not to be afraid. Aren't you teasing me?
The old man smiled and said, "That monk is the illegitimate son of the preaching monk. You are different from him."
Hearing this, the anger on Chen Pipi's face gradually disappeared and he became silent again.
The old man asked, "How is the abbey dean recently?"
Chen Pipi shook his head and said, "I've been in the Academy for many years. I don't know how he is now. I guess he's still wandering around."
The old man nodded and said, "He's used to staying in the south sea."
At this time, Sangsang came over with the new urn. The cured meat in the backyard was still hanging on the pine branches. She didn't need to keep an eye on it for the time being, so she came to ask the teacher's opinion, "How about this urn?"
The old man looked up and asked curiously, "What is it used for?"
"To stew chicken soup." Sangsang answered.
The old man was puzzled and asked, "Isn't there an old urn at home?"
Sangsang explained, "The old urn is too small. When the young master comes back, he'll worry that the stew won't be enough for the three of us."
The old man knew how important the young master was in Sangsang's heart. Listening to her words, he knew that this girl was anticipating that the young master would live with her after he returned. For some reason, he, who had experienced the vicissitudes of the world while sitting on the divine throne, felt a warmth in his chest, and an indescribable feeling of happiness.
Then he thought of something and looked at Chen Pipi across the chessboard. He slowly frowned and said, "Do you know my female disciple or … her young master?"
Hearing this, Chen Pipi was so shocked that he was tongue-tied and could not say a word. The greatest Great Divine Priest of Light in the West-Hill Divine Palace for hundreds of years had actually accepted Ning Que, a little handmaiden with a black face, as a disciple?
Understanding what he was shocked about, the old man smiled and said, "It's all Lucky Chance. It's hard to explain."
Chen Pipi carelessly wiped the sweat on his face with his hands and then wiped the sweat on his palms on his thighs. With these two actions, he resolved his chaotic emotions and said, "Her young master is my Younger Brother."
Then it was the old man's turn to be shocked. He looked at Sangsang and could not understand why the successor he had found was actually the handmaiden of the core disciple of the Headmaster of Academy. How did fate arrange this drama?
Chen Pipi stared at the chessboard and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "I know that he knocked you off the Divine Throne and locked you up in the You Prison. When I was a child, he once told me that you were the real great person on the Peach Mountain. So I don't understand. It's rare to meet me in this Vast Thousand World, but you are still unwilling to do anything."
At this time, Sangsang noticed the strangeness on both sides of the chessboard. Holding the new urn, she looked at the two in surprise.
The old man was silent for a while and put a white chess piece on the chessboard. He calmly said, "The abbey dean is the abbey dean, and you are you. And you can't control the relationship between you and the abbey dean. So this matter has nothing to do with you."
He raised his head and looked at Chen Pipi curiously. He asked, "In your opinion, I am a cruel and murderous person?"
Chen Pipi smiled bitterly and said, "The Great Divine Priest of Light is pure and quiet. You are known as the person closest to Haotian in spirit. But everyone in the world knows that you are not an ordinary Great Divine Priest of Light. In the last twenty years, the Hierarch of the Divine Hall and the Great Divine Priest of Judgment and the Great Divine Priest of Revelation have not killed as many people as you."
The old man sighed softly and said, "This is about the two things that happened more than ten years ago."
Chen Pipi slowly raised his head and bravely looked at the old man's eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the light and darkness in the world. He said honestly and fearlessly, "The Headmaster and Eldest Brother are not here. But since I know that you are in Chang 'an, I have to try to make you stay. Otherwise, I will not have the face to go back to the Academy to see Second Brother."
The old man shook his head and looked at him disapprovingly. He said, "Before I was imprisoned, the Headmaster of the Academy was never the most disgusting kind of moral peddler in the world. Why do you trap yourself like this?"
Chen Pipi honestly said, "If I saw you but did not dare to say a word and watched you leave Chang 'an, Second Brother would definitely beat me to death when he knew about this."
The old man sighed and said, "Mr. Second, you are not young anymore. Why do you still have such a temper?"
Chen Pipi sincerely said, "Why don't you let me ask Second Brother to come and meet you?"
The old man smiled and shook his head. He thought that this child's shamelessness was somewhat cute. After thinking for a moment, he turned back to look at Sangsang and said with regret, "I have to leave."
Sangsang held the new urn and listened for a long time. But she did not understand anything. She only understood the last few paragraphs and realized that the teacher who taught her Divine Skills was the Great Divine Priest of Light from the West-Hill Divine Palace. She also vaguely understood that the whole world seemed to be looking for the old man.
The new urn did not fall from her arms and smash into pieces on the ground. But she held the edge of the urn tightly because she could not suppress the shock in her heart.
The old man looked at her and suddenly said very seriously and solemnly, "The Shadow of the Dark Night is no longer in Chang 'an. Now the Academy has met me, so I have to leave. Are you … willing to go with me?"
Sangsang looked down at the mouth of the urn and smelled the fresh sand. She was silent. The old man was very kind to her. The old man was very lonely. He seemed to put the last weight of his life on her shoulders. The old man hoped that she could leave with him. She knew all these, but she had a reason not to leave.
She looked up at the old man and said, "I want to wait at home for young master to come back."
The old man had already expected to hear this answer. He smiled slightly, but there was some sadness in his smile.
At this moment, a very angry scolding sounded outside the Old Brush Pen Shop. "Who knows when your young master will come back? But I am curious, who dares to kidnap my disciple's handmaiden?"
Tatter, tatter, tatter. An old Taoist priest walked in with his head up. His triangular eyes flashed with wretchedness and anger when he saw the person beside the chessboard, who was wearing an ordinary cotton-padded jacket and stooping like an ordinary old man.
The wretchedness in his triangular eyes suddenly disappeared when he saw the person beside the chessboard, who was wearing an ordinary cotton-padded jacket and stooping like an ordinary old man. He turned into a flowing spring on the peak and was extremely calm.
The moment before the storm, it was always extremely calm.
Great Divine Priest of Light Wei Guangming, who escaped from Peach Mountain, lived peacefully in an inconspicuous bookstore in an inconspicuous side alley of Chang 'an City for a period of time. Then he met Master Yan Se on a very inconspicuous winter day.
One was the most unfathomable Divine Priest of Light in the West-Hill Divine Palace for hundreds of years, the other was the Divine Talisman Master who had gone the furthest in Talisman Taoism for hundreds of years, the traitor of Haotian Taoism, and the Minister of Offerings of the South School of Haotian Taoism. What would be the result of such a sudden and inexplicable encounter that even fate would be shocked?
There was a long silence in the Old Brush Pen Shop, as if it was dead.
Master Yan Se looked at the old man.
The old man looked at Master Yan Se.
Sangsang stared at the two of them.
Chen Pipi stared at the chessboard in front of him, with cold sweat pouring down.
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Master Yan Se sighed and said with emotion, "I have been looking for you in Chang 'an City for many days."
The old man sighed and said with emotion, "I have been hiding from you in Chang 'an City for many days."
Master Yan Se continued to say with emotion, "I don't want to meet you like this."
The old man also said with emotion, "I don't want to meet you either."
Master Yan Se gradually stopped sighing and looked at his old friend who he hadn't seen for many years. He said calmly, "But since we have met, in addition to talking about the old days, there are always some things that must be done."
The old man stood up, bowed to his old friend who he hadn't seen for many years, and said calmly, "Please."
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(Tomorrow morning, I will send my leader to the airport to attend the class reunion. I have to drive, so I must sleep. So I will update first. After I come back from the airport in the morning and sleep, there should be another chapter in the afternoon or … On a rest day, I feel uneasy and can't have a good rest. Double monthly votes are really annoying. I don't want to be so diligent. Don't force me like this. This is the plot of an old friend coming to meet me in twenty years. I really want to write slowly and happily … Ah ah ah! The monthly votes are about to be used up. You should vote for me quickly to comfort me.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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