Yun Qing has been writing almost non-stop these days. In addition to copying books, she has also begun to organize her own practice experiences. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
This is a place very close to the chaos of the world. Mr. Zhuang Rusheng next door would come to her from time to time to chat and drink tea. There is a fat girl behind the house who also likes to come to her place to read. The people here are very poor, and after counting, Yun Qing has the largest collection of books. Soldiers who rarely patrolled occasionally came to her once or twice to blackmail her, but there were only books left in Yunqing's wooden house, and there was nothing interesting about these soldiers who didn't know a few big words.
Yun Qing has always been open to anyone. She can infer the subtle emotional changes of these people and get a glimpse of various changes in people's hearts from their inadvertent actions. She could see the joys, sorrows and joys of mortals so close, but she couldn't blend in at all.
But she stayed here patiently, as she said to Jianchen, she had to wait for someone.
That afternoon, Yun Qing set up a chess table in front of the house. While basking in the sun, she arranged the chess game that she had not finished yesterday.
The autumn sun still carries some lingering heat of summer, but the surrounding clouds are as cold as the dead of winter. She changed out of her eye-catching Six Paths Yama Sect Taoist robe and put on a heavy coarse cloth shirt, which was sewn by the fat girl at the back of the house. She prepared clothes for her husband-in-law for the winter, but the emperor was going to expand the imperial mausoleum this year, and her husband-in-law might not be able to come back until winter. She couldn't afford to hire a messenger, so she simply lent the clothes to Yun Qing.
Yun Qing remembered that the girl who had some difficulty in reading told her that winter was coming, how could Sister Yun survive wearing such little clothes, so she should change into men's clothes if she didn't mind.
Yun Qing placed the black and white pieces according to the chess records copied yesterday, and then asked Xu Wutong, who only she could see, "Whose turn was it yesterday?"
Xu Wutong sat down on the stone chair opposite her. Although there was only a shadow, his demeanor and aura were like a real person: "It's your turn. I wanted to regret the game yesterday, but I stopped me and postponed it until today. The Demon Lord is really good at this game. It stinks enough.”
Yun Qing touched a black chip without changing his expression, and then said: "Mr. Xu Wu used his power as a national scholar to bully me as a beginner, but he didn't want to teach me the rules properly. This chess piece, sir, is quite stinky."
She thought for a while, and dropped a piece in the corner. Xu Wutong's hand was also very fast, and the white piece made a slight collision sound with the stone chessboard: "The Demon Lord clearly knows the rules, why should I give you up for this reason? Anyway, even if I give in, the Demon Lord can’t win.”
Yun Qing was choked by him and could only look at the chessboard in silence. Only when she was playing chess did she know how eloquent a famous Moling scholar like Xu Wutong, who traveled around the world and lobbied countless princes and kings, was. His attitude was extremely humble, but after listening to his words, people couldn't help but feel that it was him no matter what. Makes sense, but can't argue with it at all.
She felt that it was quite reasonable for Mo Ling to be able to hold his breath and huddle under the ground for a whole thousand years. Compared to Lu Tiantan, who concentrated on political practice, they were also quite accomplished in various skills of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. In short The other is that there are rich cultural activities. "Elegant * Wen * Yan * Qing * first * published" After such a thousand years, playing chess, playing the piano, and writing have passed by, and they are nothing at all.
She was waiting to be bored in this barren and impoverished place, but Xu Wutong was able to relieve his boredom by playing chess and playing the piano while worrying about the country and the people all day long. Later, Yun Qing couldn't stand it anymore. She felt that with such a good resource like Xu Wutong by her side, she should ask him some questions about heaven and fortune, but she didn't expect that after just three sentences, he would drag her away from her real job.
"Sir, how can I make a move if you leave like this?" Yun Qing reached out to stop Xu Wutong, preventing him from making a move.
Xu Wutong stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the white piece was placed squarely in the air. He said calmly: "In addition to regretting the move, did the Demon Lord learn another move today?"
Yun Qing is now sealing himself with the Sin Suppression Talisman, but he can't stop him, so he has to accept his fate: "I have never won since I learned Mo Ling's chess skills..."
Xu Wutong consoled him kindly: "It's okay, everyone gets through this."
"But I always feel that it is very difficult for me to walk." Yun Qing sighed, her black child was forced into a desperate situation again, and her white child surrounded her tightly, trapping her layer by layer, and her defeat was determined.
She took out the chess record and copied down the half of the game. Xu Wutong also looked at the chessboard quietly without saying a word.
Between the two of them, only the autumn wind rustled through the leaves.
It was already evening when Yun Qing finished copying the chess records, and it was getting dark. She packed her things and said, "I don't know when I will win again."
"The Demon Lord is too focused on winning and losing, so it's not interesting to play like this." Although Xu Wutong gave instructions, he could not hear the condescension. He said, "Actually, the Demon Lord's chess skills are pretty good. After all, he was taught by the Marquis of Fengjiang himself. .”
Yun Qing remembered He Qingqiu who explained Mo Ling's chess skills to her. He was a bit pretentious, but he was still a nice person. Such a great human being was actually looked down upon by such a small mortal, and his body was even opened and the coffin was opened... I don't know how Mo Ling could support such an emperor back then.
Yun Qing stopped clearing the chessboard and suddenly asked: "Is Senior He buried nearby?"
There is some connection between the sword spirits, and I think Xu Wutong also knows He Qingqiu.
Xu Wutong was about to go back to the scroll, but he stopped when she said this: "The Marquis of Fengjiang was buried in Langfeng Mountain. The specific location should be in the bamboo forest where he lived in seclusion. I just don't know where that place is after so many years." …”
As Xu Wutong spoke, he also remembered the matter of opening the coffin and exposing the body. He looked gloomy and whispered: "Probably he is gone."
Yun Qing thought for a while and asked Xu Wutong: "Let's go and worship tomorrow. I heard that tomorrow's Double Ninth Festival is also the day of ancestor worship of the Gaya Dynasty. I wonder if sir, would you like to go with me?"
Xu Wutong was startled. He didn't expect Yun Qing to have such thoughts. Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly heard a sputtering sound above his head.
A big living person fell from the sky and sat down on the chessboard that Yun Qing was sorting. It seemed that he stepped on the roof and tried to leap to the tree, but the branch broke and fell down. This man was about 16 years old. He was dressed in simple clothes, but he was full of energy and had an unfettered feeling.
He rubbed his butt in embarrassment and wanted to explain something to the girl who was sorting out the chessboard, but there was a sound of horse hooves at the entrance of the alley, and his expression suddenly changed, and his evil spirit suddenly appeared.
"Excuse me, you're sitting here playing chess." Yun Qing frowned. Although his eyes were not open, the young man could feel her gaze.
"Sister, do you have a place to hide here?" The young man spoke with a Northland accent. He didn't seem to be from the town. He stared at Yun Qing closely. If the other party had the slightest intention of tipping off the news, he might be in danger of losing his life.
Yun Qing packed up the scroll and unfolded it outside. At this time, a dozen cavalrymen also walked into the alley and were looking inside. However, this huge meticulous painting perfectly blocked the sight of those at the entrance of the alley. The young man was sitting on the stone platform. From the perspective of the cavalry, only Yun Qing had a pair of feet. They heard some movement in the north, so they quickly left the place.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Yun Qing: "Chess records."
He hurriedly got off Yun Qing's chess table and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I also want to thank my sister for helping me..."
Yun Qing put away the chess records, folded the scrolls again, turned around and went back to the house, no longer paying attention to that person.
Xu Wutong followed her and glanced at the young man inexplicably before Yun Qing closed the door. He said, "There is purple energy lingering around. Could it be that the Demon Lord is here for him?"
While Yun Qing locked the doors and windows, he rubbed his brows and said, "No, that's not his purple energy."
In the monastic world, purple energy is mostly a sign of the appearance of those who have attained Taoism, but it is not invisible to mortals, so it is also a sign of the appearance of emperors and sages. Yun Qing's Qi-gaining technique has also made great progress since he entered Taoism. His cultivation level is currently blocked, but he still has no problem looking at his Qi count.
Xu Wutong looked at the young man carefully through the door and nodded: "Yes, there is only purple energy, but no purple starlight. It seems that he is someone related to the emperor."
"Well, sir, can you master the art of stargazing and fortune-telling?" Yun Qing put out the compass and began to adjust it bit by bit. She couldn't use her own cultivation now, so she had to use a little help from artifacts and stargazing to more accurately find the person whom she was destined for.
Xu Wutong shook his head: "I'm not good at this, but there is more than just calculation to find someone. Demon Lord can try other methods."
Yun Qing thought for a moment and opened the door again. The young man was still wandering outside. He fell from a tall tree and twisted his foot. He didn't dare to rush out at this time.
"If you are inconvenienced, you can rest here for a while." Yun Qing said with a smile, his expression indescribably gentle and friendly.
The young man thought for a while, even if he broke his leg, there was no need to rest, right
"I'm in good health, I don't need this..."
Yun Qing interrupted him with a smile: "I didn't say anything about you."
The young man's expression froze, and then his face changed instantly. He asked murderously: "Who are you?"
"When you think about it, come here and find me." Yun Qing closed the door again and ignored the surprised young man.
Xu Wutong sat in front of the desk: "The Demon King's chess skills are not improving, but his deception skills are getting better and better."
"Thank you for your guidance over the past few days, sir." Yun Qing bowed and saluted, and then unfolded the scroll, "Sir, it's better to rest. I have to pay homage to my senior tomorrow."
Xu Wutong sighed and turned into clear light and disappeared into the painting.
The Gaya Dynasty has seen its decline, but the centipede will never die. In the process of its gradual decline, countless people with the spirit of kings will rise. There is always more than one person chosen by destiny. In troubled times, heroes will rise up to compete in Beichuan, becoming kings and defeating bandits. Yun Qing came to seek enlightenment in this world of mortals, and of course she couldn't seek help from heroes, beauties, romance, beauty, and love. What she wanted to witness was the fall of the emperor's star and the loss of the king's way.
This means that she must stand on the side of the new king, and this move may lead to death for her.
The world of Beichuan Continent is of great significance to Mo Ling, just like the Kingdom of Mirror is to the Temple of Heaven. This is the foundation of the entire sect.
The change of dynasties in this land has always been promoted by Mo Ling Jiange. If the new king chosen by Yun Qing is consistent with Mo Ling, then she will be easily exposed to the orthodox eyes of the Holy Land, and the danger will be greatly increased. If she chooses a new king who is different from Mo Ling, it means that she will help the new king fight against Mo Ling's selector. She may have to follow Zhu Wuxia's example and fight against the entire Mo Ling sword pavilion alone.
In any case, Yun Qing planned to put his chips on the person behind the young man this time.