These days Yun Qing has been working almost non-stop. In addition to copying books, she also started to sort out her own practice experience.
This is a place very close to the turmoil of the world of mortals. The old man Zhuang Rusheng next door would come to chat with her and drink tea from time to time. There is a fat girl behind the house who also likes to come to her place to read books. The people here are very poor, and after counting, Yunqing has the most books. Soldiers who seldom patrol would occasionally come to her to blackmail her once or twice, but there were only books left in Yunqing's wooden house, and these soldiers who didn't know a few big characters didn't care much.
Yun Qing never refuses anyone who comes. She speculates on the subtle emotional changes of these people, and sees all kinds of changes in people's hearts from their inadvertent movements. The emotions of mortals are so close together, she can see them very clearly, but she can't get involved at all.
But she stayed here patiently, just as she said to Jianchen, she had to wait for someone.
In the afternoon of this day, Yun Qing set up a chess table in front of the house. While basking in the sun, she arranged the unfinished chess game yesterday.
Qiuyang still carried some hot and dry meaning of unfinished summer, but the surrounding area of Yunqing was icy cold, just like winter. She changed the Taoist robe of the Six Paths Yan Mozong with holes in it, and put on a thick coarse cloth shirt, which was sewn by the fat girl behind the house herself. She prepared clothes for her husband for the winter, but the emperor will expand the imperial mausoleum this year, and her husband might not be able to come back in 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 difficulty in reading and writing told her that winter was coming, how could Yun Meizi survive in such a light dress, she might change into this men's clothing if she didn't dislike it.
Yun Qing arranged the black and white pieces according to the chess record copied yesterday, and then asked Xu Wutong, who was only seen by her, "Whose turn was it yesterday?"
Xu Wutong sat down on the stone chair opposite her. Although there was only a phantom, his demeanor was like a real person: "It's your turn. I wanted to regret the game yesterday, but I was stopped by my subordinates and I dragged it until today. Mozun's chess skills are really good!" It stinks enough."
Yun Qing touched a sunspot without changing his expression, and then said: "Mr. Xu Wu deceived me as a beginner with the power of a national scholar, and he is still unwilling to teach me the rules. The master's chess skills are not good enough."
She thought for a while, and dropped a piece at the corner, Xu Wutong was also fast in his hand, and the white piece made a slight collision sound with the stone chessboard: "The demon king clearly knows the rules, why bother to let you play for this reason? Anyway, if I give in, the Demon Lord can't win."
Yun Qing choked on him and could only look at the chessboard in a muffled voice. Only when she was playing chess, did she know how capable Xu Wutong, a famous Moling scholar who traveled to various countries and lobbied countless princes and kings, was very capable. Makes sense, can't argue with that at all.
She felt that it was not unreasonable for Mo Ling to be able to hold his breath and huddle underground for a whole thousand years. Compared with the political practice of walking in the Temple of Heaven, they are also quite accomplished in various skills of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In short It is rich in cultural activities. After such a thousand years, playing chess, playing the piano, and writing have passed, which is nothing at all.
She is waiting to be bored in this barren and poor place, but Xu Wutong can play chess and piano to relieve her worries all day long while worrying about the country and the people. Later, Yun Qing couldn't stand it any longer. She felt that with such a good resource as Xu Wutong by her side, she should ask him about the laws of heaven and fortune, but she didn't expect to be dragged away by him after three sentences.
"Sir, how can I play if you go like this?" Yun Qing stretched out her hand to stop Xu Wutong, preventing him from making a move.
Xu Wutong stretched out his hand and flicked the white piece squarely on the empty space. He said calmly, "In addition to regretting chess, Mozun learned another trick today?"
Yun Qing is now sealing himself with the Sin Suppressing Talisman, but he can't stop him, so he has no choice but to accept his fate: "I have never won since I learned Moling Chess..."
Xu Wutong comforted him kindly: "It's okay, everyone comes here like this."
"But I always feel that I'm going very hard." Yun Qing sighed, her black son was cornered again, and her white son surrounded her impermeably, trapping her to death layer by layer, and her defeat was sealed.
She took out the chess record and copied down the half game, and Xu Wutong also looked at the chessboard quietly without saying a word.
There is only the rustling sound of the autumn wind piercing through the leaves between the two of them.
By the time Yun Qing finished copying the chess record, it was already evening, and the sky was getting dark. She packed up her things and said, "I don't know when I will win again."
"The Demon Venerable pays too much attention to winning and losing, so it's meaningless to play like this." Although Xu Wutong pointed out, he couldn't hear the meaning of being condescending. .”
Yun Qing remembered that He Qingqiu who explained Moling chess to her, the other party liked to put on airs of elders, but he was still a good person. His kind of humane power was actually looked down upon by such insignificant mortals, and even opened his coffin to expose his corpse... I don't know how Mo Ling could support such an emperor back then.
Yun Qing stopped tidying up the chessboard, and suddenly asked, "Is Senior He buried near here?"
There is some connection between the sword spirits, Xu Wutong also knows about He Qingqiu.
Xu Wutong was going to go back to the picture scroll, but she stopped her pace when she said: "The Marquis of Fengjiang was buried in Langfeng Mountain, the specific place should be in the bamboo forest where he lived in seclusion, but I don't know where so many years have passed. …”
As Xu Wutong spoke, he also remembered the opening of the coffin and exposing the corpse, his face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Probably not here."
Yun Qing thought for a while, and asked Xu Wutong: "Go and worship tomorrow. I heard that tomorrow is the ninth day of the Double Ninth Festival, and it is also the day of worshiping the ancestors of the Gaya Dynasty. I wonder if you would like to go with me?"
Xu Wutong was taken aback, he didn't expect Yun Qing to have such thoughts, and was about to answer when he suddenly heard a rattling sound above his head.
A large living person fell from the sky and sat down on the chessboard that Yun Qing was arranging. It seemed that he stepped on the roof and tried to leap to the tree, but the tree branch broke and fell. This man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his clothes were simple, but his spirits were high, and he felt uninhibited.
He rubbed his butt in embarrassment, and wanted to explain something to the girl who was arranging the chessboard, but there was a sound of horseshoes at the entrance of the alley, and his expression suddenly changed, showing a fierce look.
"Excuse me, you are sitting on the chess record." Yun Qing frowned, although his eyes were not open, but the young man could feel her gaze.
"Sister, do you have a place to hide here?" The young man spoke with a northern accent, and he didn't seem to be from the town. He stared at Yun Qing closely, if the other party wanted to tip off the news, he might lose 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 in, but this huge meticulous painting perfectly blocked the sight of those people at the alley. The young man was sitting on the stone platform. From the cavalry's point of view, there was only Yun Qing's feet. They heard some movement in the north, so they left the place quickly.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something when Yun Qing interrupted: "Chess play."
He hurriedly got down from Yun Qing's chess table, and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I want to thank my sister for helping me..."
Yun Qing tidied up the chess record, folded the picture scroll again, turned her head and went back to the house, ignoring that person.
Xu Wutong followed her, and looked at the young man inexplicably before Yunqing closed the door, and he said: "There is purple energy lingering, could the Demon Lord come for him?"
While locking the doors and windows, Yun Qing frowned and said, "No, that's not his purple energy."
Ziqi is mostly a sign of the appearance of people who have attained the Tao in the world of Taoism, but it is not invisible to ordinary people, so it is also a sign of the appearance of emperors and sages. Yun Qing has also made great progress in the art of looking at qi after entering the Tao, and his cultivation base is currently sealed, but it is still no problem to see his qi.
Xu Wutong looked at the young man carefully through the door, and nodded: "Yes, there is only Ziqi, but Ziwei's starlight has not been attracted. It seems that he is related to the emperor."
"Well, sir, can you master the art of stargazing and destiny?" Yun Qing put out the compass and began to adjust it little by little. She can't use her own cultivation right now, so she has to borrow a little help from utensils, and the art of stargazing can more accurately find the person she is destined to be.
Xu Wutong shook his head: "I'm not good at this, but finding someone is not just a matter of calculation, Mozun can try other methods."
Yun Qing thought for a while, and then pushed the door open 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 inconvenient, you can rest here for a while." Yun Qing smiled and said with an indescribably gentle and friendly expression.
The young man thought about it, even if he fell a leg, there is no need to rest, right
"I'm in good health, but I don't need this..."
Yun Qing interrupted him with a smile: "I didn't mention you."
The young man's expression froze, and then his face changed instantly. He asked murderously, "Who are you?"
"Come here to find me when you've figured it out." Yun Qing closed the door again, ignoring the bewildered young man.
Xu Wutong sat in front of the desk: "Mozun's chess skills have not improved, but his tricks have become more and more proficient."
"Thanks to Mr. for your guidance for many days." Yun Qing bowed and saluted, and then unfolded the scroll, "Sir, let's rest, and tomorrow we will go to worship and congratulate Senior."
Xu Wutong sighed, turned into a clear light and disappeared into the painting.
The Gaya dynasty has seen decline, but centipedes are dead but not stiff. In the process of its gradual decline, countless people with the spirit of being kings will rise. Destiny has never been favored by more than one person. In troubled times, there will be heroes who will rise up to compete in Beichuan, winners and losers. Yun Qing came to this world of mortals to seek the Tao, of course it is impossible to seek heroes and beauties, romantic affairs, what she wants to witness is the fall of the emperor star and the loss of the kingly way.
This means that she must stand on the new king's front, and this move may bring her death.
The human life in Beichuan Continent is of great significance to Mo Ling, just like Jing Country is to Lutian Temple, it is the foundation of the entire sect.
The change of dynasty in this land has always been promoted by the Jiange of Moling. If the new king chosen by Yunqing is the same as that of Moling, then she will be easily exposed to the orthodox eyes of the Holy Land, and the danger will increase greatly. If she chooses a new king who is different from Mo Ling, it means that she will help the new king fight against the chosen one of Mo Ling. She may follow Zhu Wuxia's example and fight against the entire Jiange of Mo Ling alone.
In any case, this time Yun Qing intends to bet on the person behind the young man.