Chapter 233： 233 Yang Qingzhao

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Some people are destined to be extraordinary in their life since they were born, and it may be Fuze who has only been cultivated for a few years. The little Yang Ning, who has fallen into the ground, never dreamed of it, even though he came to a family envious of jealousy and jealousy. Parents have grandfather who plays a pivotal role in China, but this did not make him stand at the top of the pyramid above ten thousand people. Sadly, he also carried three near-unsolvable numbers.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, Yang Ning's name represents the surnames of the Yang family and the Ning family. It is the crystallization of the two people, even Yang Ning thinks so. But in fact, the word Ning is just that Mr. Yang hopes that his grandchildren will spend the rest of their lives peacefully and peacefully, more important than others.

When several cars were parked under the Evergreen Mountain, it had been three hours and the sky was getting brighter now. Mr. Yang supported his cane and looked at the mountain surrounded by clouds, and there was recollection on his face. An accompanying man, "Come up with me, the others are waiting under the mountain."

No one dared to question the decision made by the old man. Even the guards who took care of the old man day and night turned around at this moment, guarding any road leading to the summit of Evergreen Mountain.

From this moment on, Evergreen Mountain is equivalent to being blocked.

The old man stepped on the bumpy stairs and stopped from time to time with emotion.

"The cardamom years, tea and rice are worry-free, do not want to make progress."

"Year of crowning, uprising, embroidering loyalty!"

"In the year of standing, hit the chaebol and cut off the hypocrisy!"

"In a year of no doubt, aid South Korea, fight against power, perseverance, and peace!"

"Gong robe is added to the year of the Fate, standing up to the Jiuding, the tree is supremely majestic!"

"In the years of ears and ears, I tasted the warmth and warmth, my old friends in Burma, and the chill in the heights, I just begged my children and grandchildren.

"The year of the heart is hidden behind the scenes. If Dazhi is stupid, the heart of a strong country will not die!"

"In the year of the dynasty, the boiled green plum wine pointed to the mountains and rivers, and sang high praises of the current figures."

The man behind him looked deeply at Grandpa Yang in front of him and knew that this was the life evaluation that Grandpa Yang made on Changqing Mountain. He remembered it silently, writing these comments one by one while waiting to go back.

In the old days, he didn't understand and couldn't understand how old Yang Yang sent young Yang Ning to Nanhu. He simply thought that this might just be the cornerstone of the old man's ability to polish the heart and mind of the younger generation. At first, he was not optimistic, but now, he admires from the heart.

"Purple Qi Qi Hao Ran travels east, dust and smoke diffused to the middle of Sichuan. Thoughts gradually clouded up, the heart of Yue Peng has become the wind."

When Mr. Yang slowly climbed to the top, not far away, there was a chuckle immediately.

In front of me, a small courtyard of less than 80 square meters was built, which seemed to be in disrepair for a long time, and it seemed to be very broken. The stone road leading to the courtyard was covered with moss. If it rained, it was easy to fall if one was careless .

Outside the courtyard, there are several chickens and ducks, and an ancient acacia planted in front of the door, I do not know the annual rings, but the thick branches are afraid that they are some years old.

A big yellow dog tethered to a stranger appeared, but only slightly opened his eyes and closed it again. Obviously, he was no stranger to Mr. Yang.

In the courtyard, I saw an old man in a white Tang suit, drinking a small wine, sitting on the Taishi chair, smiling and looking at Grandpa Yang who appeared. In front of him, there is a plain-dressed woman, who looks like a bi-year-old, showing a little slenderness, wearing a mask on her face, and is stroking the Guzheng in front of her.

"Looking at today's weather, you know that friends come from a distance." The old man in Tang suit smiled and said: "Specially prepare turbid wine and drink with friends."

"You are waiting for me here." Mr. Yang asked the following man to wait in place, and after speaking, walked towards the courtyard.

"Please." The old man in Tang suit smiled and pointed to a wine glass in front of him.

Grandpa Yang sat on another Taishi chair, picked up the glass and drank it, then said: "Good wine." Then he put down the empty glass in his hand.

"Full?" The old man in Tang suit smiled.

"Full." Mr. Yang nodded.

The old man in Tang suit smiled and filled the empty glass with wine again. When I saw Grandpa Yang looking at the mask girl in front of him, he smiled and said, "Will there be wine alone, or listen to a song?"

"Fine." Master Yang answered.

The eyes of the mask girl were even alive, she lowered her head and gently touched the guzheng in front of her, whispered: "I don't know what Grandpa Yang wants to hear?"

"Guangling San." Master Yang finished, leaning on the Taishi chair, and slowly closed his eyes.

Soon, the early stage was full of vigour, but the later stage was suddenly bright and dark, and the strange sounds of the piano were slowly played everywhere. The girl was very human and had her own ingenuity. Her exquisite and transparent, she could not talk about Guangling. Thrilling and smart, she knew that this was just an appetizer, a song, and the girl said again: "What about the next song?"

"Ambush in ten directions." Mr. Yang's tone was still dull.

After a moment of hesitation, the girl looked at the old man in Tang suit and saw that the other party was always smiling and even more puzzled, but the beating of her fingertips did not stop.

The girl is very clear that this grandfather Yang, who is selecting the music, is probably brewing a game of chess, a world of chess for the world, and all beings for chess.

Taking the hidden Tibetan front in the background of the assassination of Guangling as a guide, and taking the tenth-faced ambush as a transitional keynote, then what will the next third song be?

While the girl was stroking the piano, she was secretly guessing...

The song ended, the song was scattered, the people weren’t scattered, just because the girl playing the piano was not playing the piano with the cow, the two old and the young knew each other. For a long time, the old man in Tang suit sighed: "The piano can produce sound, but the sound is invisible, but it stops in the heart. Quiet, you named you in the past, just don't want you to be dyed with trees to calm down and the wind stops."

The girl looked down like she was doing something wrong, and said softly, "Shu Jing knew it was wrong."

"Knowledge can be changed, good, child, I wonder if you can guess the next song?" The old man in Tang suit showed a faint smile and glanced at Master Yang, who was leaning on the Taishi chair.

The girl played the piano again, and the melody involved gradually caused Grandpa Yang’s smile. For a long time, Grandpa Yang suddenly opened his eyes and smiled, "A good song Pingsha Luoyan, before Grandpa Yang was still hesitant, but the tree quietly looked at it thoroughly. Understand."

The girl bowed her head and said: "Grandpa Yang already has an answer in his mind. Shu Jing is ashamed and dare not accept Grandpa Yang's praise."

"It's okay." Grandpa Yang waved his hands, then looked up at the sky, and said with a smile: "Aning was born to commit three robberies, fight against the sky, fight with the ground, the sky can't be picked up, the ground can't be concealed, assassination? Ambush? Haha, these little means are just mirror flowers and water moons in the end, and my descendant of Yang Qingzhao, there is no one! From today, Aning’s life will not return to heaven, not to the earth, only to himself, the three robberies are broken!"

"Grandpa Yang, you are drunk." the girl whispered.

"Drunk?" Master Yang picked up the muddy wine in his hand and laughed: "The wine hasn't been imported, why are everyone drunk, I woke up alone? In the year of the stick, life should have been white, life and death have life and wealth in the sky, After drinking this wine, even if Lin Tincture was drunk, he would still be sober, even if he had a glorious life, he could not get rid of the years! If there is an afterlife, can he still get this wine and hide behind the scenes to witness the prosperity of his descendants? If there is no afterlife, Why not drink three thousand drunken dreams and die, dead and decayed, and just seek peace of mind and sleep forever?"

The old man drank the wine out of the glass and shouted: "Child, you are doing, I am watching, and when you are dying, can you watch you spell a glorious life?"

ps: I finally got 7 chapters~~