Chapter 52

Since he had not yet arrived at the restaurant, it was sunny after rain. Wang Yanqing understood that he was not in a hurry to go to the restaurant until he saw the fate of the old gentleman. He just walked slowly along the official road and listened to the book "Jiazi mountain and river travels" that Chunshui was reading. He nodded occasionally, and his expression remained unchanged.

The book Jiazi mountain and river travel notes in Chunshui's hand was written by a frustrated scholar. This scholar has been traveling mountains and rivers all his life, and his level of continuous writing is not high in Wang Yanqing's view. It was a good book because of the sincere feelings between the writings. In the end, even the name could not be handed down. The scholar had only such a book that was handed down to the world. The emperor of Yanling loved it very much. Otherwise, he would not have picked it out and let Chunshui leave the palace for Wang Yanqing to read.

After reading the last sentence of the book, he did not open the new book. Instead, he looked for the water bag and drank a few mouthfuls before he said with a soft smile: "Sir, I don't seem to be in a good mood these days. If I said that the heavy rain had disturbed my husband before, but now it's sunny after rain, why is it still like this? It's hard to see what else you have in mind."

Wang Yanqing said with a calm smile: "I have been blind for many years. I can't see when it rains or when it's sunny after the rain. There's nothing disturbing about it. It's just that I don't take that chess game with me this time. I have nothing else to do after listening to books every day."

Spring water soft voice way: "Sir, playing chess with oneself, not also very boring?"

When Wang Yanqing heard this, he just laughed and didn't say much. Even the national player of Yanling was not his opponent. In this imperial court, where could he find an opponent who could match his chess ability? Who could he go with if he didn't play with himself?

However, apart from reading books, the only hobby is playing chess. The scholar really wants to find an opponent with the same level of chess skills.

But how difficult it is!

The carriage passed through a wooden bridge, and a pavilion appeared in front of it. After a long journey, he thought that the horse was tired. The groom turned his head and asked, "Mr. Wang, there is a pavilion in front of you. Would you like to stop and rest for a moment?"

Wang Yanqing nodded and agreed, "it's so good."

The carriage stopped by the pavilion, and the spring water helped Wang Yanqing out of the carriage and sat down at the stone table in the pavilion. Wang Yanqing looked old-fashioned and put out his hand to trim his sideburns. Since his eyes were blind, he could only rely on feeling. As for whether or not he had done it, he actually did not know. After a moment, Wang Yanqing turned his head with interest Spring water, smile asks a way: "I this face can also pass?"

Spring water stretched out his hand for Wang Yanqing and pinned a few strands of hair on his forehead to the ear, and said with a smile: "Sir, spring water has seen the best person."

Wang Yanqing chuckled: "but how do I hear that the most beautiful man in Yanling is in Luoyang City, haven't you seen it?"

Spring water small face is tiny red, low voice way: "can Sir smile best look."

Wang Yanqing's old face was slightly red, and he didn't say much.

And the groom simply went further to find some fodder for the horse, and did not pay attention to the things in the pavilion, so as to avoid injury.

Only when the groom came to the river, he saw an old man standing in the distance, smiling at him.

The groom was startled and was about to open his mouth when he found that the old man had no feet on the ground and was hanging in the air. The groom is not a monk, but he is also a person that many friars deal with all day. Therefore, he is not directly frightened. He just thinks that there is such a water devil in this river?

"Where are you from?" he asked aloud

This is just to let Wang Yanqing, a monk in the Taiqing state, know what happened.

The old man stood in the distance for a moment. Ignoring the silly groom, he went into the pavilion and came to Wang Yanqing. He put his arms on the stone table and sat down with his eyes wide open. However, the old man didn't care and ignored Chunshui's surprised expression. He said with a calm smile, "Wang Yanqing, you Yanling national hand, talk to me How about the bureau? "

Wang Yanqing "looks forward" to the front, looking a little confused. In his perception, in addition to this voice, he does not know that there is a person before he knows his body.

The old guy waved his hand and said, "I'm out of the body, how can you feel this state? On the contrary, it is not as good as an ordinary person, at least you can see me with your eyes open. "

Out of the body!

Wang Yanqing was soon relieved with a smile. He thought for a moment and said, "Mr. must be the old gentleman in that wine shop. It was from the gentleman's handwriting that he killed the friars who were with the army in the northern military mansion?"

The old Confucian scholar who was drunk and wandered out of the body laughed and said, "I remember you correctly. Now you are not only the first national player of Yanling, but also the sacrifice of the penalty Department of Yanling. Why do you want to talk to me about some truth?"

Wang Yanqing spread out the chessboard on the stone table and said with a smile: "what reason does the old gentleman say in his cultivation like this? It's only in the chess game that you can see whether you are bothered."

The old Confucian scholar pushed the white son to Wang Yanqing and said with a angry smile, "do you really think that Wang Yanqing is the first national player in Yanling?"Wang Yanqing refused to comment, but asked, "Mr. Black?"

The latter snorted and put a piece on the board.

Wang Yanqing is blind, but every time he plays chess, someone tells him the position of the opponent. Then he remembers the positions of these pieces on the board in his mind, and then he has the saying of playing chess. But now there is only Chunshui beside him. So after the old Confucian scholar put down the chess pieces, Chunshui quickly lowered his head and told Wang Yanqing the position of the black spots.

After that, Wang Yanqing said in a low voice, and only then did spring water put white pieces on the chessboard.

This time, in order to trace out the young scholars in Luoyang, Wang Yanqing asked, "is it the young girl who is chasing after the young scholar?"

Wang Yanqing said calmly: "the emperor's will is like this."

The old Confucian scholar nodded, put down a sunspot, and then said, "I don't lie to you. The young girls are in that restaurant, but I can't let you take them back to Luoyang."

Wang Yanqing looked calm and said, "I would like to hear its details."

The old Confucian scholar laughed with satisfaction. The last thing he wanted to do in his life was to force reason with unreasonable people. Since the Yanling national player was willing to reason, he would reason with him.

"That girl has a great head and is not easy to provoke. Of course, there is a school school behind Yanling. It's not that you dare to provoke her. But if you really kill this girl, maybe the one behind you will not be so willing to reason with you like me. However, this is not a reason for you to give up. It's just the cause and effect. I know that Yanling is really unreasonable. As for the young man, I have to protect him. "

Wang Yanqing frowned and asked, "why is this?"

The old Confucian scholar said with a bitter smile: "seven years ago, when I was in the demon soil, I met Chao Qingqiu."

Chaoqingqiu, as soon as these three words were spoken out of the mouth of an old Confucian scholar, Wang Yanqing unconsciously held his breath and held his breath. It was because the name was too loud. If the names of other saints in the mountains and rivers were respected by other monks, the name of chaoqingqiu was that they all felt in awe.

The sword immortal has the highest killing spirit in the world. Killing people alone is enough to stand on the top of the mountain and river. There are twelve saints in the mountain and river plus several big demons in the demon soil. Who will not frown when meeting the sword spirit of this sword immortal?

The old Confucian said quietly: "I owe him a favor, so I quietly decided to protect the descendants of this swordsman once for him. In the past seven years, the young man was the first swordsman I met, and naturally he had to fulfill his promise. As a matter of fact, this boy is the first place to deal with the luosang river. He should not have a chance to make a move. "

Wang Yanqing left a son and said quietly with a smile: "it's OK, there is an old gentleman here, in fact, Wang Yanqing can't do anything."

The old Confucian scholar was surprised and said, "is it so nice to talk?"

Wang Yanqing said calmly, "when he left Luoyang City, his Majesty's will was very clear. If you can't stop it at the border, you don't need to pursue it. Now there are old men escorting him. Wang Yanqing can't stop him even if he gives up his cultivation. But Wang Yanqing can't believe his one-sided words, So I still want to see that boy. I don't know what the old gentleman thinks? "

The old Confucian scholar nodded, but soon he was sad.

Wang Yanqing no longer let the spring water drop, and said with a smile: "it seems that although Yan Qing's state of cultivation is not as good as the old gentleman, but his chess power is still better than that of the old gentleman."

The old Confucian scholar's face was ugly. In the chess game in front of him, the black one was killed, while the white one did not seem to have done his best.

"What a good Wang Yanqing!" the old scholar praised sincerely

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after a round of talks in the pavilion, the old Confucianist was out of his wits and left alone. Wang Yanqing returned to the carriage and asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the restaurant.

From the beginning to the end, Chunshui didn't know why the strange old gentleman came and why he disappeared now.

Wang Yanqing didn't say much about it. Although the monks in the world are divided into three religions and have a line of swordsmen, they have the same realm in fact. Those who have the ability to get out of the body and enjoy the spirit show that they are at least the friars in the twilight realm. Since they are monks in the twilight realm, Wang Yanqing actually said so much that people could take it for granted. In fact, it is useless to reason It is the high realm to the low realm, but now this situation is obviously his Wang Yanqing is in the low realm side, and the truth is always in the old Confucian scholar.

Driving the carriage to the restaurant, Wang Yanqing got out of the carriage and came to the broken restaurant. He sniffed and asked with a smile, "is there any wine?"

Standing in front of the counter, the middle-aged woman was surprised to see Wang Yanqing, and soon found that the handsome man was blind. She whispered, "yes."

Wang Yanqing did not know the scene of the wine shop. After a few steps, he came to Li Fuyao, who was getting up. He said with a smile, "the rain has stopped, but can you please stay for a while?"

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "why?"

Wang Yanqing said calmly, "there is one thing that needs to be consulted from you."Without waiting for Li Fuyao to open his mouth, Wang Yanqing solemnly said: "in the lower Wang Yanqing, now it is the Yanling Ministry of criminal worship."

Li Fuyao was so nervous that he looked at the Ministry of punishment and did not speak.

Forgetting Yanqing calmly asked, "on the Bank of the luosang river a month ago, a dozen friars in Yanling all died on that river. But what did two or one of them do?"

The green locust frowns, want to step out one step, press this idea is to start fighting.

Li Fuyao grabbed her arm and calmly replied, "Yanling attacked me. As a member of Zhou Dynasty, Fuyao naturally wanted to do something. I killed not only a dozen monks, but also the commander of state Chen. If Mr. Fu wants to investigate this matter, Fuyao won't be at his wits' end. "

Wang Yanqing said with a smile: "it's reasonable to fight for the country."

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "what does that mean, sir?"

Wang Yanqing didn't say good or bad, but asked Chunshui to take the chess and put it on the wooden table. After sitting down, he said calmly, "the next game of chess, after playing, I will let you cross the border of Yanling, and I will return to Luoyang City."

Li Fuyao sat down without hesitation and said a good word. For these Confucian monks, in fact, in his heart, some can be called scholars, some can only be said to be monks, but he happened to think that the man in front of him was a real scholar, the third scholar he met after he met Huang Jin and the old Confucian scholar!

Before playing chess, he asked a question that Wang Yanqing had asked before, "Mr. Black?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head and said very seriously: "no one in Yanling can go out of my chess power. If you stick to the black, I'm afraid you won't last long."

Li Fuyao also said seriously, "but I like white sons."

Wang Yanqing smile, did not say much, just let Chunshui take the sunspot, put a on the chessboard.

Then Li Fuyao thought for a long time before he put down a white piece on the chessboard very seriously.

Chunshui looked at Li Fuyao strangely, and then whispered something in Wang Yanqing's ear. The latter was dumbfounded, silent for a moment and then had another son.

This time, Li Fuyao thought for a long time before he put down his second white son.

After Chunshui whispered something to Wang Yanqing's side for the second time, Wang Yanqing's expression became extremely strange this time. He shook his head and said in a soft voice, "this game of chess is not going to play."

Li Fuyao raised his head and looked surprised.

The revived old Confucian scholar stood up and looked at the chess game. He found that Li Fu's two moves of chess were unreasonable. He was totally ignorant of anything. The old scholar said with a angry smile, "Li Fuyao, Wang Yanqing is the national player of Yanling. Yanling is the first in the world. You are also the first, just the last one!"

Wang Yanqing stood up and sighed, "the most boring thing in the world is to play chess with the rotten chess basket."

Hearing this, the old Confucian scholar burst into laughter.

The corners of the mouth of the green locust are all in an arc.

The middle-aged woman had a smile on her face.

Li Fuyao was helpless to put down his chess pieces. He didn't say he could play chess.

After a game of chess, Wang Yanqing walked out of the wine shop. However, before stepping out, the criminal Department of Yanling said to the middle-aged woman: "the border is not peaceful. If you keep your own peace, Wang Yanqing will make it clear with the northern military government and try to ensure your stability. But all this is based on the premise that you keep your own position, otherwise I will come out of Luoyang city again."

The middle-aged woman looked at the gentle faced scholar, nodded and promised, "OK."

Out of the wine shop, on the carriage, set foot on the journey back to Luoyang City.

Chunshui, sitting in the carriage, looked at Wang Yanqing and asked curiously, "Sir, why did you decide to return to Luoyang City after a game of chess?"

Wang Yanqing said meaningfully: "because he is a rotten chess basket."

Spring water frowned and thought, sir, what is this truth?

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in the wine shop, the old Confucian scholar waved his hand impatiently and said, "Li Fuyao, don't ask too much. I'm too lazy to tell you about this. You really want a reason. I can understand that the little girl beside you is really your noble person. But in fact, I also believe that as long as the little girl wants to leave, Wang Yanqing estimates it I can kill you. "

Li Fuyao was speechless and choked.

The old Confucian scholar rubbed his head and said with a smile, "go away to the sword mountain. I can't wait to see if you can make me feel worthy of your hand one day."

Li Fuyao and Qinghuai were about to leave. Qinghuai hesitated for a moment and said to the old Confucian scholar, "my father mentioned that there was an old man in the mountains and rivers who had not read books for a few days, but he always liked to walk around. The realm was not good, the wine was poor, and the speech was hard to hear. The only thing worth praising was that this man was OK."

Li Fuyao was confused when he heard what he said.

The middle-aged women are in a trance.

The old Confucian scholar stood still for a long time before he regained his mind. Looking at the two little guys' far away backs, he whispered with a smile: "your father's wine is not very good, but his realm is high. Everything you say is reasonable."After a long time, the old Confucian scholar turned to look at the middle-aged woman, and suddenly said with a smile: "shopkeeper, after eating that pill and curing the old wound, I will go to the demon soil. I have been in this wine shop for a long time. I have not finished watching the scenery of the mountain and river. I have to walk around while I can still walk."

The middle-aged woman was angry and said, "it's OK to go. I'll pay for the wine."

The old Confucian scholar had no choice but to say, "shopkeeper, can you be reasonable? I've solved such a problem for you. Are you willing to charge me for those jars of wine?"

"How many jars?"

The middle-aged woman put her hands around her chest and said with a smile, "remember, it's 16 jars of wine, 300 taels of silver! If you can get the money now, I'll let you go at once! "

The old Confucianist put his hands on his forehead and murmured, "it's just it. Take some more jars of wine."

The middle-aged woman said with a smile, "why, are you rich?"

The old Confucian scholar said boldly and dryly, "if you don't have money, you owe it first."

The middle-aged woman pulled the corners of her mouth. She had never seen credit so natural.

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