"I heard that they are playing chess."
"It's over at dusk."
"I have to drag you to finish this game with me."
"Your Majesty, the game of chess will end eventually."
"I can't sleep well tonight. I have to find some ways to get through this tiredness."
In the imperial study deep in the imperial city, Li Zhongyi, the emperor of the Tang Empire, looked at the chessboard in front of him and said angrily. The game of chess had started in the daytime, but it had not reached the middle of the night, which really made him feel a little impatient.
Monk Huang Yang smiled bitterly and replied, "Your Majesty, when you reach the realm of the Divine Priest of Light and Master Yan Se, you can be regarded as people outside the world. No matter how vigilant we are in the world, it really has little to do with them."
The atmosphere in Chang 'an tonight was tense and depressing. Except for the shop on Lin 47th Street, the imperial palace was naturally the most heavily guarded place. According to the rules, since the Nation Master Li Qingshan was not here, Monk Huang Yang, as the younger brother of the emperor, would not leave His Majesty's side.
His Majesty reached out to sweep the chess pieces in front of him, walked out of the imperial study and stood in front of the remnant snowflake tree. He quietly looked at Chang 'an City under the night sky and suddenly said, "Do you believe in the legend of the Underworld Invasion?"
Monk Huang Yang put his palms together and shook his head after a moment of silence.
A gust of night wind blew, and His Majesty coughed. The coughing became louder and louder, and finally he bent down in pain. He waved away those eunuchs and palace maids who heard the coughing and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to gently wipe the corner of his mouth. Looking at the deep night, he said, "I only hope that if the Underworld Invasion is not a legend, it will come earlier."
Monk Huang Yang heard the ominous meaning hidden in His Majesty's words. Thinking of the previous coughing, he slightly frowned and looked at His Majesty's back, saying worriedly, "Your Majesty's cold deficiency is acting up. You'd better go back to your room."
The emperor shook his head slowly and said, "The Headmaster once said that my cold deficiency is not serious. As long as I can suppress it, I can't jump out to rebel. If I can't suppress it, then it's my fate."
Although Huang Yang was the younger brother of the Emperor of Tang, he did not get along with the Emperor for many years like the Nation Master Li Qingshan. Therefore, he did not know the story between the Emperor of Tang and the girl from the Devil's Doctrine. Therefore, he was worried and puzzled when he heard this. He thought that even the Headmaster of Academy could not get rid of the Emperor's cold illness completely.
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When Chen Pipi walked out of the shop, the blazing flames in Lin 47th Street instantly disappeared, leaving only a tall ancient crown. He covered his head with his hands and walked over, standing obediently behind the crown.
Second Brother looked at the closed door of the Old Brush Pen Shop with an indifferent and calm expression, but there was a faint flame of excitement in his eyes, just like the club on his head that was about to burn in the twilight.
There was no one in the alley. The doors of the fake antique shop and the grocery store were all closed. A square stool appeared out of nowhere beside the gray wall under the winter tree. Second Brother was sitting on the stool with his tall and straight figure, like a pine tree on the edge of a cliff. The delicate and lovely little attendant was quietly guarding him like a white stone under the pine tree.
Looking at the closed door, Second Brother suddenly asked, "They haven't started fighting yet?"
Chen Pipi lowered his head and replied respectfully, "They have been talking about the old days."
Second Brother's serious face showed a displeased expression. He said, "They are all old people after all. They always do things in a sloppy way. Since they all insist that they are right, in the end, they still have to use their fists to reason things out. Why do they need to talk about the old days for such a long time? They are so clingy that they don't deserve to be called gentlemen. "
Chen Pipi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and dared not to say anything.
Second Brother's absolutely straight eyebrows suddenly frowned. He gently lifted the front lapel of his gown and then held the ancient crown that did not move a bit. He said, "They still don't want to fight. Do they want me to wait for a whole night?"
Seeing Second Brother's movement, Chen Pipi knew that Second Brother was a little impatient to waste time on these meaningless waiting and was ready to enter the Old Brush Pen Shop. Suddenly, he was shocked and his back was soaked with sweat again.
At this time, in the Old Brush Pen Shop, such horrible figures as the Great Divine Priest of Light and Master Yan Se were confronting each other. If Second Brother joined in, who knew how big the storm would be? How many broken tiles would be left in this street?
Thinking of this, he could no longer care about the respect he had for Second Brother and the fact that Second Brother hated to be messed up by others. He reached out and grasped Second Brother's wide sleeves tightly. With a trembling voice, he sincerely begged, "Senior Brother, please don't go in again."
Second Brother looked at the wrinkled sleeves and asked expressionlessly, "If they can enter, why can't I?"
According to Chen Pipi's real thoughts, wind, rain, light, and color could enter, but the reason why Second Brother couldn't enter the Old Brush Pen Shop was very simple. No matter how many people the two old men in the shop had killed, at least they were calm now. No matter what decision they made, they would think twice and Chang 'an could still maintain a state of peace for the time being. But according to Second Brother's temperament, even the direction of his clothes should be classified into the truth and he insisted on fighting without arguing, once he entered the Old Brush Pen Shop, there would be an earth-shattering fight.
What's more, do you think I didn't see the flame of excitement in your eyes when you pretended to be serious and solemn? Do you think I didn't know that you had been suppressed by the Headmaster of the Academy and Eldest Brother for too many years, and you couldn't leave Chang 'an to wander around the world these two years because you had to preside over the Academy? That's why you were full of fighting desire. Today, you finally met the Divine Priest of Light who could be called an opponent. How could you let it go?
It didn't matter what he thought. What mattered was that Chen Pipi knew that if he tried to persuade Second Brother like this, he would definitely be beaten violently and Second Brother would still walk into the Old Brush Pen Shop. So he tried to persuade Second Brother earnestly, "It's not wrong to be slow. Eldest Brother is also very slow, but we still have to wait."
Second Brother said unhappily, "How can Senior Brother be the same as others?"
Seeing that bringing up Eldest Brother didn't work, Chen Pipi made up his mind and grabbed Second Brother's sleeves and whispered a few words. (Note)
Second Brother frowned slightly and waved his hand to signal the cute little attendant who had been silently waiting by the side to return to the Academy. He adjusted his ancient crown and tidied his clothes. Then he closed his eyes and waited quietly on the stool under the tree.
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From dusk to midnight, many people came to the Lin 47th Street.
The Huaihua General, who looked solemn and iron-blooded, represented the imperial military. The Imperial Censor, who looked unyielding, represented the civil officials of the imperial court. So did the pale and haggard Nation Master Li Qingshan.
The representatives of all forces of the Tang Empire gathered here for only one purpose. They were here for the stooped old man in the Old Brush Pen Shop, for the bloody storm that the old man had set off in Chang 'an and the Yan territory, and for the case of Xuanwei General's rebellion that had been buried deep in the yellow papers.
For more than a decade, the Tang Empire had never looked into that case, because it involved too much and had too wide an impact. It was related to the prince and General Xiahou, and even more related to the West-Hill Divine Palace and a more mysterious source.
However, the Divine Priest of Light, who had plotted this back then, had betrayed the Divine Hall and come to Chang 'an in person. How could the emperor and ministers of the Tang Empire allow him to leave safely again?
The Chang 'an Local Government and the Fish-dragon Gang were not qualified to attend such a grand occasion.
These bigwigs and their subordinates sat expressionlessly under the big umbrellas at the entrance and end of the alley. Because they did not know the situation in the Old Brush Pen Shop, no one walked over.
Some people had already noticed a weirdo with a tall hat sitting under the gray wall opposite the Old Brush Pen Shop, and an extremely fat young man standing beside him. But after knowing their identities, no one dared to express any doubts.
Time passed slowly, and the night was full of stars. Li Qingshan walked slowly from the entrance of the alley, walked to the two, and saluted with hands folded in front. He did not say anything, and just silently looked at the closed door of the Old Brush Pen Shop like the two.
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Sangsang did not know that there were so many Unworldly Powerhouses and secular bigwigs keeping watch for her outside the Old Brush Pen Shop. She just closed her eyes to sleep, thinking that she would not be so sad after falling asleep. She also thought that if the young master knew that the culprit who murdered his family was in the shop in front of him, he would be very sad.
Sangsang thought like this in her half-asleep state, and then she had a dream. She dreamed of her biological parents.
Sangsang did not know who her parents were, and she was very curious or missed this feeling. After all, Ning Que was only four years older than her, and it was difficult for him to completely replace the existence that everyone needed.
Until she met an old man in Chang 'an, whose cotton-padded jacket was stained with hot and sour noodle slice soup. She felt very close to the old man, and it was a kind of natural closeness. From the old man's eyes, she saw unreasonable and completely unconditional love, just like Ning Que. So she thought that she met the existence like her parents, and she began to call him teacher.
Sangsang woke up with a start, and her cheeks were slightly wet.
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It was silent all night, like a bean oil lamp gradually going out, and the morning light gradually brightened outside the door.
"No one from the Divine Hall came. You know the style of the empire."
Master Yan Se sighed and said, "In Chang 'an, we can't use the black cavalry to kill you. If people like us take action, it will only lead to misery and suffering. But the imperial court will not let you go, so now it is a deadlock."
The old man was silent. He was very clear that since he was discovered by the Tang Empire today, they would certainly not allow him to escape again. Although he was the Divine Priest of Light in the Divine State, when a powerful empire came out with all its strength, he would still be in a desperate situation without the protection of Chang 'an and its residents.
"I heard you said that you also gambled when you were in the shabby temple in the Kingdom of Song."
Master Yan Se looked at him and said calmly, "Let's make another bet. It's a bet of life and death. If you win, you can continue to look for the shadow of Nightfall. If you lose, you have to leave your life in Chang 'an. It can be regarded as an end to the old thing and comfort the thousands of innocent souls who died because of you."
The old man was still silent.
Master Yan Se looked at his eyes and suddenly said, "For the sake of your female disciple, gamble with me."
The old man thoughtfully stood up and said, "That makes sense. I admire you. It's worth it."
There were three words in this sentence. Yan Se did not hesitate to give up the God-stunning Array of Chang 'an as the background in order to seek a chance to fight. As the controller of the array, as long as Yan Se was in Chang' an, he would naturally be in an invincible position. No matter how strong the opponent was, he could at least ensure his own safety.
As long as it was for Sangsang, it was worth it to do this gamble that involved life and death, as long as it was for Sangsang. As for the reason, it was worth it. The old man was the light. If he wanted to keep the light in Sangsang's world, he should make a choice that was truly light for the last time.
In a word, everything was for Sangsang. It was unreasonable for many people, but it was very reasonable for the old man. It was not worth it for many people, but it was very worthwhile for the old man.
Sangsang was a little black handmaiden. Her hair was a little yellow, not good-looking, not to mention beautiful. She looked very inconspicuous, and her temperament was not cute and pleasing.
Those who did not know her would regard her as a piece of barnyard grass swaying in the cold wind that could be annihilated at any time. However, those who really knew her would treat her as a treasure. Up until now, only her young master Ning Que and her teacher, the Great Divine Priest of Light, had known her.
So when Prince Long Qing smiled and threatened her with words, Ning Que anxiously pondered in silence by the Daming Lake and tried hard to break the realm. Then he shot the noble Divine Son of West-Hill with an arrow without hesitation.
When Wu Dao made her unhappy and tried to do something to her, Great Divine Priest of Light put down the yellow croaker on the table and went to the alley without thinking. He casually pointed at the monk from the Unknown Place and turned him into a blind man.
The morning light came to Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street in Chang 'an.
Master Yan Se and Great Divine Priest of Light finally finished talking about the old days and negotiations hidden in their words. They decided to use a relatively simple way to resolve the current deadlock and write an end to the history of more than ten years.
The old man opened the shop door slowly with his old hand. He looked back and saw that Sangsang had come behind him.
She was half awake and half asleep all night. When there was a slight movement in the front shop, she woke up and rushed over.
The old man looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "Do you want to have a look?"
Sangsang nodded hard.
The old man glanced at Master Yan Se.
Master Yan Se smiled and said, "She is indeed the best witness."
The old man looked at Sangsang's little face, paused for a moment and said with a smile, "Take the new urn. It has not been stewed with chicken soup, so there is no grease. It should be suitable to store ashes later."
Hearing this, Master Yan Se said, "If you have an old urn, take it with you. Speaking of which, you have earned a lot of money from my Chicken Soup Calligraphy, but I haven't tasted your chicken soup yet."
Sangsang lowered her head and said softly, "If you don't go out, I will stew chicken soup for you today."
The old man looked at her tenderly and shook his head. Then he looked at Yan Se and said, "The old urn has grease, and the ashes are easy to stick to the wall."
Master Yan Se flicked his sleeves and walked out of the Old Brush Pen Shop with a big smile. He said, "My Taoist robe has always been greasy in my life, but I have never disliked it. Do you think I will care about whether the ashes will be stained by grease after I die?"
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(Note: I really can't think of how to persuade Second Brother. I have spent more than an hour on this reason, but I still can't figure it out. I can't persuade such a stupid person … Why don't I just let him appear? That won't do. The Academy must have a firm stand on this occasion. Chen Pipi is not a good choice. In addition, no matter the new urn or the old one, they are all my favorite urns. This is the first chapter of today. On the first day of the month, please support the monthly vote. Thank you.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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