Gu Jiao ambitiously said: "I have inquired about it, and there are not many people who know the Six Kingdoms chess master. The place I am going to, including the people I may meet along the way, only the national teacher has seen him, and I entered the country after a while. You will come out immediately after the teacher's palace, and you don't need to meet the national teacher."
Mr. Meng said blankly: "You are quite thoughtful."
"That's it!" Gu Jiao cleared her throat and changed her voice to a youthful voice, "I have a few lines for you."
The corner of Mr. Meng's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether she was silent about her voice or silent, and she even had her own plot.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Accompany you to the next game of chess."
Mr. Meng: "..."
Is it worth only one game if I really play
"Wait!" Gu Jiao suddenly thought of something, jumped out of the carriage, and went to the house to change into a teenage outfit that was convenient for traveling.
The uniform of Tianqiong Academy is too ostentatious, and it is not good for people to be blocked at the gate of the inner city.
Ma Wang didn't need anyone to drive the car, Gu Jiao pulled the reins to tell him whether to turn left or right, and if it should be avoided, it should be avoided.
Gu Jiao took out charcoal and a small notebook in the carriage, and wrote two large pages of paper, listing all the emergencies that might be encountered along the way on the paper.
Then, show it to Mr. Meng Lao.
Mr. Meng looked at the shameful lines and almost couldn't help telling her that there is no need to act, I am.
Gu Jiao suddenly said, "You have to be in a hurry to get out, and forget about the driver."
The main reason is that Ma Wang is so powerful that he can walk by himself, which makes people feel that the driver is not necessary.
Unlike the horses in the old family, they wouldn't go without two whips.
Gu Jiao said sternly: "You are a chess master of the Six Nations, you must have a coachman to match your status."
"I think you can be a driver." Mr. Meng said.
Gu Jiao sighed, "I can't be a coachman, but don't I want to enter the National Teacher's Hall later? I won't come out if I go in. The carriage is empty, isn't it suspicious?"
Mr. Meng's mouth twitched again. You can understand this logic. Have you ever thought that there is no way for the Six Kingdoms chess master to pretend to be someone casually
Mu Qingchen didn't know Gu Jiao's idea of impersonating, otherwise, she would definitely stop her with all her strength.
Someone once pretended to be a Six Nations chess master, and after being discovered, he directly asked him to kill him in public. Since then, no one dared to make such a crooked idea again.
Furthermore, Mu Qingchen's understanding of Mr. Meng Lao is not all correct. When Mr. Meng is playing chess, he doesn't like to look at him with a face, and he always pulls a screen or curtain, just to concentrate on playing chess, not He wants to keep any spooky mystique.
He often leaves the city and enters the city, and there are quite a few gate guards who know him.
As for saying that only the national teacher has seen him, it is also Mu Qingchen's personal guess, and does not represent the reality.
Mu Qingchen didn't know that he had been to Zhao Kingdom, had been a beggar, and spent money to find someone to play chess, which showed how unreliable Mu Qingchen's understanding of Mr. Meng was.
"By the way, how did you find this token?" Gu Jiao asked.
Mr. Meng glanced at her: "Just picked it up like that."
Gu Jiao: "Oh, then you're pretty good at picking it up."
When passing the inner city checkpoint, Gu Jiao sat outside and acted as the driver. She asked the old man to hand over the token of the Six Kingdoms Chess Master to the guards guarding the city, then turned her head, and blinked at Meng Lao Xian who was in the car.
It's time to say the lines!
Mr. Meng Lao held his thighs, holding back the huge shame in his heart, and said to the guards of the city: "I am the great Six Nations chess saint Meng Lao."
The guards guarding the city were all startled.
What a mess this girl wrote! Do you call yourself that
Mr. Meng took a deep breath, and said in Gu Jiao's indomitable ancestor's tone that he emphasized in bold and black: "Why don't you let it go?"
The guards in the city were stunned, they wanted to let go. When did you come to us to stop you? Didn't you show us the token yourself
Mr. Meng slammed down the curtain!
Gu Jiao gave Mr. Meng a thumbs up.
The on-the-spot performance of smashing the curtains is good, the finishing touch, and the character design is highlighted!
Mr. Meng gritted his teeth, I was angry, ashamed, and ashamed!
After successfully entering the inner city, Gu Jiao found a nearby car dealership and hired a driver.
The coachman knew the terrain of the inner city very well, and quickly drove the carriage to the National Teacher Hall.
He didn't know who was in the car, but he also heard that ordinary people could only enter the corner door, so he parked the carriage outside the corner door.
Mr. Meng said lightly: "Go forward and go through the gate."
Gu Jiao had already sat back in the car, she nodded: "Yes, as Elder Meng, you should go through the door."
She glanced at the old man admiringly, she understood the role very thoroughly, and she had learned to add drama to herself!
Mr. Meng has a dark face, I don't want to pay attention to you.
Gu Jiao sat on the carriage and held up a small book to speak for Mr. Meng.
Mr. Meng clenched his fists tightly, is it okay not to say it
Gu Jiao shook her head decisively.
Mr. Meng opened the curtain: "Stop."
The carriage stopped.
Mr. Meng handed the token to the disciple of the National Teacher's Hall on duty, glanced at the small notebook that Gu Jiao rushed to him, and said with great shame: "I am the distinguished guest of your National Teacher's Hall, and the National Teacher is the most sincere. My friend, the great Six Nations chess master, Mr. Meng."
Disciple of the National Master Hall: "..."
The carriage drove straight in.
"Okay, you can go. I'll go in and have a walk by myself." Gu Jiao said to Mr. Meng.
She has a bottom line for cheating, and she usually does things that are too dangerous by herself.
Mr. Meng suddenly didn't know what to say, he didn't bother when he needed to, and worked hard when he didn't.
He stopped her: "What do you want to do when you come to the National Teacher's Hall?"
Gu Jiao didn't hide it from him: "Gu Yan needs surgery, I want to see if there is any suitable place for him in the National Teacher's Hall."
The National Teacher's Hall has excellent medical skills, and Mr. Meng knows about it, but he has never treated in the National Teacher's Hall. He paused and said, "Wait a minute, I'll find someone to take you there."
After all, Mr. Meng lifted the curtain of the car and waved to a disciple of the National Master Hall not far away: "Come here."
The disciple walked over quickly.
Mr. Meng Lao said: "I am Meng Lao."
That disciple thought, I know.
Mr. Meng coughed lightly and said, "Is your national teacher here?"
The disciple said: "Master Guo Shi has gone on a trip."
Mr. Meng said again: "Then is your senior brother here?"
The disciple hurriedly said: "Yes, do you want to see our senior brother? I'll go and call him."
Mr. Meng looked at Gu Jiao and said, "No, this little friend of mine wants to ask him about something, you can take him over to find your senior brother."
Mr. Meng said slowly, and said to Gu Jiao, "I'll wait for you outside."
Gu Jiao was just about to slap him, this acting is so consummate!
Mr. Meng Lao was waiting for Gu Jiao outside the National Teacher's Hall. Gu Jiao had no worries, and followed the disciple to find the big brother he said.
Because someone led the way, Gu Jiao was not able to walk around in the Guoshi Hall, and could not appreciate the whole picture of the Guoshi Hall, but the scenery along the way was excellent, with Qionglou Yuyu, pavilions and waterside pavilions, simple and elegant without losing the grandeur and luxury.
The deeper the color of the building, the darker the building, Gu Jiao faintly felt a quaint and mysterious atmosphere.
And inexplicably a touch of familiarity.
"Is it the dead man?" Gu Jiao asked.
The disciple looked around and looked at Gu Jiao in amazement: "This son, can you detect the dead man nearby?"
"Yeah." Gu Jiao nodded.
She seems to be naturally sensitive to the breath of the dead, perhaps because they have something in common in fighting.
The deceased in the National Master Hall are all powerful, and after walking for less than a quarter of an hour, she has already felt at least ten auras that are not weaker than Sirius.
Gu Jiao was suddenly a little thankful that the old man had made such a move. If she really searched in secret, it would be difficult for her to go under the noses of so many experts.
"arrive."
The disciple pointed to a library and said, "Elder brother is inside, please allow me to report."
"It's work." Gu Jiao said.
The disciple went to report, and after a while, he came out of the library and said to Gu Jiao, "This son, my senior brother has a request."
Gu Jiao nodded, walked up the steps, glanced at the shoes left at the door, and took off her own shoes, only the white foot clothes stepped on the spotless floor.
In the library, the rows of bookshelves were extremely full, and the strong aroma of books rushed to the face. The attic was quiet, and there were about a dozen disciples of the National Master Hall sorting the books on the bookshelves, but no one issued a trace. sound.
Across the bookshelf, there is a wooden table about one foot high, which looks like a small open study.
A man in a dark blue robe sat behind the low desk on the wooden platform, facing the direction of the bookshelf, and was burying his head in writing.
You saw Gu Jiao's figure projected on the ground. He raised his head, revealing a handsome young face, and smiled slightly: "Is it Mr. Meng's little friend?"
Gu Jiao nodded: "Yes, my surname is Xiao."
"Please take a seat." He pointed to the group mat just placed opposite him, "Young Master Xiao can call me Ye Qing."
Gu Jiao sat down opposite the eldest disciple Ye Qing.
Ye Qing's robe is not the same as the robes of the disciples of the National Teacher's Hall, and it can be seen that his identity in the National Teacher's Hall is outstanding.
There's something out of this world about him that makes him feel close when he smiles, but doesn't want to get too close.
It's an appropriate sense of distance.
Ye Qing put down the pen and paper in his hand, and a disciple brought a water basin to let him clean his hands.
His hands are actually very clean, but it is a courtesy to pour tea for the guests after washing them.
The disciple backed away.
He poured tea for Gu Jiao himself, and also poured himself a cup of tea, and asked with a smile, "I don't know why Young Master Xiao came to the National Teacher's Hall?"
Gu Jiao looked at him and said, "My brother is suffering from a heart disease and needs surgery."
"Heart disease surgery?" Ye Qing pondered for a moment, "Our National Teacher's Hall is indeed proficient in medical skills, but ordinary doctors are afraid that such a large operation cannot be performed."
Gu Jiao's eyes moved slightly, and she felt that she saw Gu Yan's hope of healing: "So your National Teacher Hall can perform such a complicated operation?"
Ye Qing smiled and said, "My master can do it. My master is very skilled in medicine. He once performed heart surgery on a patient."
Gu Jiao asked, "Did the operation succeed?"
Ye Qingyu said: "Success, but unfortunately, although the patient's heart disease was cured, he did not survive the accident. It is really impermanent."
Gu Jiao said, "Accidents are accidents, and surgery is surgery."
"What the young master said is very true." Ye Qing smiled and nodded, "However, how did the young master know that your brother needs surgery?"
Most people don't think about it.
Gu Jiao said, "I know a little about medicine."
"So that's the case." Ye Qing said regretfully, "Unfortunately, Mr. Xiao came by accident. My master went out. If Mr. Xiao had come a few days earlier, he might have met my master."
It doesn't matter, she can operate on her own.
Gu Jiao said bluntly, "I can operate on my own, can I borrow your operating room?"
Because of Mr. Meng Lao, Ye Qing treated Gu Jiao very generously and politely. He said pleasantly, "You can borrow any ordinary operating room. I don't have a key to my master's operating room. I have to wait for his old man to come back."
Even the operating room can understand it, the National Teacher Hall really has a time-travel culture.
Gu Jiao thought about it, and suddenly said: "Odd change and even change?"
Ye Qing was stunned.
"Forget it, it's nothing." Gu Jiao waved her hand and changed the subject, "When will Master Guo Shi come back?"
"Ah." Ye Qing came back to his senses and said, "Master had instructed before he left that he would be twenty days at the fastest and one month at the slowest."
A month is not too long, and with Gu Yan's current situation, he can wait.
This trip was much smoother than Gu Jiao imagined. Not only did she enter the National Teacher's Hall, she confirmed the existence of the operating room, and she also obtained permission to use it.
Gu Jiao thanked Ye Qing, and was escorted by her disciples out of the National Master Hall.
She got into the carriage, weighed the token in her hand, and said with emotion, "I didn't expect the identity of the Six Nations Chess Master to be so useful."
Mr. Meng calmly straightened his old waist: "Humph!"
Meng Lao: "Don't try to flatter me!"
Jiaojiao: "It's time for you to walk the horse."
Meng Lao: "..."
(End of this chapter)