Fengguixu

Chapter 75

When Feng Yin returned to Naihe Palace, she was drunk.

Pale hands, black doors.

The pale hand pushed open the black door, and the creaking sound was long, and he narrowed his wine-soaked reddish eyes.

Under the bright candlelight, someone sat cross-legged on a low couch, thinking hard over the endgame on the chessboard.

Feng Yin was not surprised, she frowned, walked over, put the wine jug in her hand on the side of the chessboard with a "bang", then turned around, lifted her robe, and sat down.

The person on the opposite side was no longer young, he could be called old, with white beard and white hair, his hands were folded in his sleeves, he raised his eyebrows when he heard the sound, his clear eyes turned around Feng Yin's gloomy face, and then returned to the chessboard.

The two sat quietly across the chessboard, silent for a long time.

The sound of the candle crackled and tears rolled down the candle.

Feng Yin stretched out his arms suddenly, picked up the chess cup in front of him, picked up a sunspot, dropped it, and parted his lips lightly: "When did you come?"

The old man frowned, threw it in meditation, and said casually, "The third quarter of Haichu."

Feng Yin glanced out the window: "Ah, it's almost dawn, you waited for this deity all night."

The voice was full of tiredness, but there was no embarrassment in it, as if it was only natural for others to wait for him no matter how long they waited.

His sitting posture is not very dignified, rather than sitting, it is better to say that he is half lying down, with his elbows bent to support his upper body, playing with chess pieces: "Aren't you curious where this deity came back from, and who did you go to see?"

The old man said with a smile: "Looking at your appearance, I have already guessed eight or nine to ten, so there is no need to ask."

A sneer flashed in Feng Yin's eyes: "It seems that you are not worried at all."

The old man stroked his beard: "How about going to test him today?"

Feng Yin replied truthfully: "His sword is already very fast."

The old man leaned forward, his eyes suddenly like lightning: "Compared to you?"

Feng Yin turned her head and thought for a while, and had to admit: "I'm afraid it's not slower than me."

The old man asked again, "What about his heart?"

Feng Yin: "His heart is firm enough."

The old man showed his face: "Yes, I have expected it."

Feng Yin raised her eyebrows, and gave a cold snort with unknown meaning.

Old man: "You don't have to be discouraged."

Feng Yin said with a straight face, "I don't."

The old man complimented: "Your martial arts have taken a different approach, and you rarely meet rivals in the world."

Feng Yin yawned, waiting for his next words with disinterest, and sure enough——

Old man: "But he is different from you."

Feng Yin: "What's the difference?"

Old man: "He is a genius."

Feng Yin stared at the chessboard for a long time, then nodded slightly in agreement: "He has indeed improved very quickly."

It's ridiculously fast.

"And he will never stop, unless he dies." The old man stood up with a flick of his sleeves. He seemed to have sat for too long and didn't want to sit any longer. He walked up and down with his hands behind his back, stretching his stiff legs. He stopped suddenly, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, "Geniuses usually die early."

"Don't worry, he won't die earlier than me." Feng Yin held the pot, the spout was tilted down, and the spicy wine poured into his scalding throat, like a raging fire, hoarse his throat, his eyes were dark, Whispered promise, "I promise you."

On September [-]th, frost fell, and frost flowers condensed on the dead grass.There is no wind, there is fog, and the world is boundless.

Beside the official road, a green cloth flag was picked out obliquely, with a large "tea" embroidered on it.

The tea pavilion not only sells tea, but also sells wine, not only wine, but also dim sum, pasta, stewed eggs and dried tofu.

Today, the business of this small dilapidated tea booth is unexpectedly booming, and the only two employees are so busy that they don't touch the ground, like a spinning top being whipped around.

Wang Mazi knocked on the oil-stained table with a copper dry pipe, and said loudly, "Boss! Give me some broad beans. Those who are open for business don't even have the vision to see it?"

"Come on, it's not easy for people to start a small business. These broad beans are given away for free. If you eat plate after plate like you, even if the boss has gold and silver, he will eat up for you." The thin bamboo pole at the same table held him down and persuaded him, "Let's talk about it."

The man lowered his voice, "This has reached the boundary of the holy religion, don't cause trouble."

When Wang Mazi heard the word "Holy Teaching", his expression changed instantly. He restrained his voice and muttered: "What's wrong with Shengjiao? He's capable of everything? He's in charge of the sky and the earth, and people shit and fart?"

"Oh, my elder brother!" The thin bamboo pole hurriedly covered his mouth, "You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately! Don't forget what Master told us before we left..."

"Go, go! What a fool!" Wang Mazi, who was a fool, refused to listen to persuasion, and blocked his hand with a dry pipe, and said angrily, "I can say whatever I want, no one cares! Let's go!" ! Rory is such a long-winded thing, what kind of nonsense holy religion, a few dishes and a few drinks? Just dream of dominating the rivers and lakes!"

When this person's temper came up, he couldn't choose what to say, and the skinny bamboo pole's face changed again and again, turning blue, and finally he had to keep his mouth shut, and secretly prayed that no one with malicious intentions would hear his words.

"Hahahaha, Suwen Diancang School Wang Yuen Wang Daxia is straightforward and has no taboos. It's a pleasure to meet you today, and he really deserves his reputation!" A black man on the next table laughed.

The pockmarks on Wang Yuen's face seemed to be huddled together, and he frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The man in black stood up and clasped his fists: "I'm in the lower classmate palace, Xiao Guan."

Behind Meiwu Ridge, the University Student Palace was notorious, now the trees are down and the monkeys are scattered, and gossip rumors are flying everywhere. Lived for 8000 years.

Wang Yuen glanced at Xiao Guan up and down, and laughed disdainfully: "I don't know who it is, so it's Old Monster Qiu's disciple."

Xiao Guan was not annoyed, he just said: "Now my college student palace is enjoying the blessings of the Holy Religion with all sects and factions, and today is such a grand day as the Chengguang Festival, everyone is going to the Baili Monument to congratulate , Daxia Wang, don’t spoil the fun by talking too much.”

"Disappointing? I, Wang Mazi, have spoiled whose interest?" Wang Yuen rolled his eyes, and slapped the table with his iron palm, making the bowls and bowls on the table dance wildly, pointing at Xiao Guan and scolding, "You are so boring." If you are willing to be a running dog of the Demon Cult, then go yourself, and if you want to come out like this disgusting person, the ancients will not deceive me, the dog just likes to meddle in other people's business and take mice!"

Xiao Guan sneered and looked sideways: "If you don't want to worship the Holy Cult, what are you going to do on the Bailibei today? Isn't this making yourself unhappy?"

Wang Yuen was stunned by him, she was speechless immediately, blushed and stood there for a while, then said angrily: "You should ask, who is willing to come up here?"

Isn't it forced by lust?

Can live, who wants to die?

When he asked this question, the noisy tea pavilion suddenly became very quiet.

After a while, a heroic one-armed woman suddenly stood up. She was holding a knife, her face was as frosty, she didn't look at anyone, she didn't say anything, she led a group of people and walked out quietly. .

Everyone knew that it was the owner of Luoxia Villa, Chu Jinghan.

Even Luoxia Mountain Villa, the head of the three major martial arts families, had to succumb to the thunderous tactics of Tianchi Shengjiao. What else can other small sects say?

Looking at her straight and proud back, Wang Yuen sat down slumpedly, knocked on his pipe again, and muttered back and forth: "The sky has changed, the sky has changed, this time it really has changed."

After Meiwuling, in less than three months, the power of the Tianchi Holy Cult has infiltrated the entire Central Plains martial arts. They have planned for a long time from top to bottom, both soft and hard, and stirred up a deep and terrifying situation in the Jianghu. black swirls.

This black is the black of the Black Crow Pill.

It is said that the heads or leaders of all sects and sects have swallowed this terrible poison.

It is said that the spies and eyes and ears of the Holy Cult lurk in every corner of the world.

It is said that Shengzun Fengyin and Shenggu Sikong Zhufeng have obvious ambitions, and the mother and son even want to dominate the world.

They also sent invitations for the Shengjiao Chengguang Festival to all sects.

Where is this invitation?

This is a humiliating letter of consolation!

Accepting it means handing over a certificate of submission and loyalty!

The conspiracy of the surname Feng is not insignificant!

The Central Plains martial arts are in danger.

But no one dared to object.

Because anyone who dared to object has already gone to see the King of Hades!

The leaves of the ginkgo tree in the yard have all fallen, and the bare branches are exposed under the gray sky.

Shen Xu sat under the tree, holding a coarse cloth, and focused on wiping the sword.

The black and shiny blade of the Do not bully sword reflected his faint eyebrows and eyes.

He wiped slowly, as if what he wiped was not the sword, but his lover's face, or his thoughts.

Every time he wiped it, the distracting thoughts in his mind became less, his heart became clearer, and his odds of winning increased.

The four heroes of Lu Qi stood under the eaves and looked at him, each with a more serious expression.

Countless hexagrams have been calculated in the Yin and Yang night, good and bad, bad and good, and the hexagrams are different. He frowned: "It's not good."

Miao Jinxian was fiddling with his silk puppet, when there was a sudden bang, one of the threads broke, and the puppet's head fell off. He was shocked and tremblingly said: "It's not good, it's not good."

The black face on the left of Li Wuchang turned down his mouth, and the white face on the right also turned down his mouth, shaking his head: "It seems really bad."

Sun Poxi routinely hangs her voice every morning, and halfway through the babble, her voice splits, her hair explodes instantly, and she screams, "It's not just bad, it's really bad!"

Compared with them, Xiao Zhang Shiro looked very calm.

In just a few days, he has become very familiar with duck eggs.

Duck said: "They seem to be very nervous."

Little Zhang Silang nodded, and said in a low voice, "Because your elder brother Shen is going to do something big."

Yadan also became nervous: "What's the big deal?"

Xiao Zhang Silang: "He's going to kill someone!"

Duck's eyes widened: "What? He's going to kill people?!"

Xiao Zhang Silang quickly made a silent gesture: "Hush! Listen to me, what he wants to kill is the worst bad guy!"

The duck egg was terrified: "Oh!"

Xiao Zhang Silang patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, when your elder brother Shen is away, my uncle and uncle and I will protect your family."

Duck Egg wondered: "Do we need protection?"

Little Zhang Silang put on the posture of a big brother, folded his arms around his chest: "Children don't need to know so much, you just need to remember one thing, that is, don't run around before Brother Shen comes back."

Duck Dan is very sensible. Although there are great doubts in his little head, he can understand the atmosphere and nod solemnly.

Duck Dan is a sensible child, and Grandma Lin is also a sensible old lady.

There were four menacing-looking people living in the house temporarily, and she didn't panic. When it was time to cook and feed the ducks, she didn't even ask a single extra word.Today, she made a special meal, including fish and meat, and even killed a duck to make soup. It was as sumptuous as New Year's Eve.

Even Lin Baizhi was unusually quiet today, she didn't run around, she didn't giggle, she just sat on the threshold with big confused and empty eyes, staring at Shen Xu in a daze.

As long as Shen Xu polished the sword, she stared at it for as long as possible.

Finally, Shen Xu put the sword back into its sheath, and she stood up extremely nervously, biting her finger.

"Are you leaving?" Grandma Lin wiped her dry hands with an old apron, her face full of worry.

Shen Xu pursed his lips and nodded.

He didn't know how to make this matter clear, so he chose to remain silent.Silence is golden, and it is also a kind of silent protection.

The old man hesitated for a while, and finally walked towards him, reached out to hold his thin but strong hand, and patted it heavily.

Shen Xu: "Grandma..."

"Go, go." Tears welled up in Grandma Lin's cloudy old eyes, "We'll wait for your safe return."

Before Shen Xu could nod again, she let go of her hand, turned and went back to the room.

There is a little more weight in the palm of your hand.

Shen Xu bowed his head.

It was a red and shriveled little cloth bag, sewn densely with stitches, and inside was stuffed with amulets from the temple.