"No scallion."
"No vinegar."
"Add more noodles."
The last one who made the request was obviously Chen Pipi. Then he looked at the chessboard that had been restored to its original state, and his thick eyebrows were raised. His face was full of frustration and shame, and he actually forgot that he was in an extremely horrible environment at this time. He thought that the little handmaiden could remember all the positions of the chess pieces with just a glance. How could he be proud of his head in front of her? How could he still have the face to say that he was a genius?
The old man Wei Guangming looked at Master Yan Se and said with a smile, "My female disciple is very excellent."
Master Yan Se looked at the thin figure disappearing in the backyard and said with emotion, "She is really amazing."
The excellent and amazing that the two old men said had little to do with Sangsang's mind, which shocked Chen Pipi. Instead, they were talking about a kind of temperament that only the old men in their state could understand. It was the kind of unique temperament that seemed stupid because of absolute transparency, but actually could accurately and clearly reflect the world.
Master Yan Se withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man and said, "We are all old. Even if we don't fight to death, we are close to death. After all, this is the last time we meet, so let's have a bowl of noodles."
The fragrant noodles with fried eggs were served. One bowl without vinegar, one bowl without scallion, and one bowl with noodles over the edge of the bowl.
After eating the noodles, the two old men finished the endgame in silence. There was no number, so they didn't know the result.
Then they refused Sangsang's reward of another bowl of noodles and another game of chess, and began to recall the past.
Sangsang made three bowls of tea again, and then she and Chen Pipi each took a small stool and sat down like students to listen to the past.
Yan Se and Wei Guangming were the oldest generation in Haotian Taoism. Although in the past 14 years, one was laughing in the world, and the other was imprisoned in the back of Peach Mountain, compared with the time they knew each other, 14 years was too short. So the past was very long, and those common memories were very rich.
They started from the time when they were still little Taoist. They talked about how they went to the Revelation Institute and how they went to the Zhishou Abbey to be appointed as the Great Divine Priest. The two old men talked for a long time and still could not finish.
Of course, most of the time, it was Master Yan Se who talked a lot. The Great Divine Priest of Light just listened calmly with a smile. Occasionally, in order to avoid misunderstandings between the two juniors, he would interject to argue. For example, the beard of the headmaster of the Revelation Institute was burned by the current Hierarch Lord, not burned by him with Divine Skills. Also, on the way to the Zhishou Abbey, he did not have diarrhea because of nervousness, but was secretly cast a Cold Talisman by Yan Se.
Those naughty little Taoist children had become big shots in the world today. The man who once burned the beard of the headmaster of the Revelation Institute had become the powerful Hierarch of the Divine Hall. Someone had become Master Yan Se, and someone had become the Divine Priest of Light. However, as long as one had those times, who could not help recalling them occasionally?
These memories were very warm, with a unique feeling of twilight nostalgia.
Looking at the warm twilight outside the Old Brush Pen Shop, the Great Divine Priest of Light found that time passed so fast with these memories, and it was already the real dusk.
It was quiet outside the Old Brush Pen Shop at dusk, and no sound could be heard in Lin 47th Street.
The old man looked outside the door with a smile and did not say anything.
"At that time, we were young and naughty. But you have always been the smartest and the most honest one."
Master Yan Se looked at him and said, "After your reminder, you found that the little girl Sangsang is really like you in those days. She is transparent from inside to outside, without any impurities."
The old man lovingly looked at Sangsang on the small bench and said, "I am not as good as her."
Master Yan Se sighed and said, "Those who can sit on the Divine Priest of Light must be so transparent? So that they can be closer to the essence of Haotian than us? But what does transparency mean? Can it reflect the original appearance of the world? If the world is black, you are also black? That's why so many Divine Priests of Light eventually went astray? "
The old man shook his head and said with a smile, "Transparency is colorless, but black is colorless and lusterless. You and I are in the world of Haotian full of light. Transparency is light and the enemy of darkness."
Hearing the words "enemy of darkness", Master Yan Se fell into a long silence. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the old man seriously, saying, "Do you still remember Lotus?"
The old man was slightly stunned and frowned, saying, "How can I not remember?"
Master Yan Se asked, "Is he light or dark?"
The old man shook his head and said, "When he was on the Divine Priest of Judgment and I was on the Divine Priest of Light, I began to suspect him when I saw the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade oozing with dirty blood. But before I exposed him, he saw through fate and left Peach Mountain. Finally, he died under the sword of Mr. Ke. The reason why the Divine Hall never mentioned this and didn't mention this person was that they cared about the reputation of Haotian Taoism. But in my opinion, the 32 petals of Lotus, no matter how dazzling and clean they are, are just some pastel on the petals made of dried mud. "
Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said in a low voice, "After the destruction of the Devil's Doctrine, the Divine Hall recruited many powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine. If you say that light can't give any chance to the dark, how do you explain this? If the bloody cases in those years were the last resort to destroy the dark shadow, then what about the shadow of the Divine Hall now? "
The old man said, "It's not the same. The dark shadow is the Son of Yama."
Master Yan Se slammed the table angrily and said, "Why are you so pedantic? The Underworld is just a legend and has never appeared! Back then, you violated the hierarch's order and made a bloody storm in Chang 'an City, but you didn't find the Son of Yama. Why are you still so absurd today? "
The old man said, "In fact, both the Abbey Dean and the hierarch believed what I saw."
Master Yan Se stared at his eyes and said coldly, "But the result is that you are locked in the You Prison!"
The old man calmly looked back at him and said, "I am the light of the world. Those who follow me will not walk in the dark, but must get the light of life. Those who doubt me will walk in the dark and can't be free."
Seeing that he was so stubborn, Master Yan Se waved his sleeves angrily and shouted, "Then tell me where the shadow of the night you saw was! Where is the Son of Yama! Who do you want to kill in Chang 'an? "
The old man said softly, "I don't know either."
Hearing this answer, Master Yan Se was stunned, and a bitter smile appeared on his face. He looked at him and said in a trembling voice, "Even you don't know who the Son of Yama is and whether he really exists, the Great Divine Priest of Light who was as transparent as glass and sincere as a bright lamp did not hesitate to become a big devil with blood on his hands. You were willing to be imprisoned in the You Prison for 14 years, which made countless people sad. Don't you regret it at all?"
The old man was silent for a long time, and a trace of confusion occasionally flashed on his old face. Then the confusion quickly turned into calmness and firmness, "But the problem is that I know he exists."
Master Yan Se frowned and looked at him and said, "Then who is he?"
The old man looked at the dark night that gradually covered the Old Brush Pen Shop and calmly said, "Since he is the Son of Yama, he naturally hides himself very deeply. Even he may not know his true identity until today. You ask me who he is, and I can't give you an answer now. But since I could see him in Chang 'an that year, he must exist. Whether he escaped from the General's Mansion or survived the corpses in the village of the Yan territory, he is him. "
Suddenly, the old man frowned and looked at Sangsang and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sangsang's dark little face became a little pale at this time, and her two little hands tightly grasped the hem of her clothes, but her expression was still calm. After hearing the question, she whispered, "I don't know why I'm a little tired."
The old man said with pity, "Then go to sleep quickly."
Sangsang turned to look at Master Yan Se and pursed her lips without saying a word.
Master Yan Se sighed and said, "If my disciple knows that I let you not have a good rest, he will definitely not let me go. Go to sleep peacefully. We two old guys won't do anything while you are asleep. We will definitely wake you up."
The old man looked at Chen Pipi and said, "It's late, and the person you are waiting for is already here. Let's go."
Chen Pipi wiped the sweat on his forehead that seemed to never stop today, and very respectfully bowed to the two old men. Then he pushed the door and walked out of the Old Brush Pen Shop.
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The pine branches in the backyard were still smoking. Because Sangsang forgot to take care of it for a while, the smoke became a little bigger. Probably because of this, Sangsang's eyes were a little red because of the smoke.
She quietly washed her face and feet, climbed into the cold bed on the north brick bed, and opened her eyes to look at the faint starlight outside the window. She thought that if Ning Que saw the same starlight as her at this time, he might start to talk nonsense again.
Because of frugality, the surface of the brick bed was a little warm. This year's Chang 'an City was colder than last year's, and she still didn't feel warm after lying down for a long time. She couldn't help but put her little hands to her lips and take two hot breaths.
The starlight shone on her palms, which were full of blood marks caused by her fingernails.
Sangsang had a great fear in her heart when her teacher talked about the General's Mansion and the villages in the Yan territory. If she hadn't forcibly calmed her mind with pain, perhaps her body could not help but tremble at that time.
She didn't hear Ning Que talk about the General's Mansion, but she knew it, but she didn't ask. She also knew that Ning Que killed the censor Zhang Yiqi and the blacksmith, and even wrote a not very good poem about it, but she still didn't ask.
Ning Que didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't ask. But as Ning Que said, she was not stupid, just a little stupid, and when it was necessary to be smart, she was smarter than anyone else, so Sangsang knew everything.
"The Son of Yama … sounds like a terrible thing."
Sangsang's little face was pressed against the cold pillow, and she looked at the winter starlight falling in front of the window. She muttered to herself, "But I've lived with you for so many years, I can only live with you secretly."
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