Nightfall

Lanke Temple is far southeast, the road is far away, and no one is willing to make the time too tight, so although the time of the Yulan Festival is in autumn, most of the tourists and missions that the Tang State is going to participate in the event are certain ahead of schedule. Time, choose to start around these early summer days.

The Academy was the first place to receive invitations from Lanke Temple. Ning Que was sent as a representative. Of course, Sang Sang, who has recovered, is also beside him. Their departure time is today.

Except for the brothers and sisters who want to travel with their masters, the disciples of Houshan of the Academy rarely appear in the world. These idiots stick to their own world to feel happy, and for them, Houshan is big enough, not at all. Need to go to the red dust to provoke what is wrong.

It is precisely based on this concept that they not only have little envy for the younger brothers who need to practice in the WTO, but they are very sympathetic, so when Ning lacked his journey, just like when he went to the wasteland two years ago, all the brothers and sisters came to him Say goodbye, and send a small gift of comfort.

Brother Four and Brother Six often designed and manufactured good things for Ning Que, so this time I did n’t send anything special, just an obscure box. Brother Ninth Palace and West Gate Ten Brothers were still the least talked about and stood on the lake. A parting song became a gift.

Listening to the mournful flute and piano sound, Ning Que regained half of the yellow essence from the mouth of the **** horse, and looked at the two brothers who were dancing with their own eyes, angrily said: "Is this a farewell or a funeral? Can you not be so unreliable? Spectrum? "

At this time, the **** horse was also very annoyed, but no one ignored it. The big white goose was slowly swimming deep in the pretense of Jinghu. The little white wolf squatted half beside Tang Xiaotang ’s leg, listening to her and Sang Sangman. The reluctant conversation leaned slightly towards the wolf head, seemingly incomprehensible.

After a whimper, Bei Gong Weiyang stepped forward, took out a stack of thin paper from his arms, and reluctantly handed it over, saying, "Young Master, this is the Baling Sanqu Qin that the world thought has been lost. The score is extremely precious, and you ca n’t give it to your brother anymore. ”

What does Ning Quexin want to get a score for? Tang Xiaotang, the deity of Mozong, is now calling her uncle, is it possible that he might meet a holy aunt on the journey? But he thought to himself if it was really precious, he should be able to sell a lot of silver, and he took it without hesitation.

"Qin score is not a score? Rely on credibility and credibility, do you know how to rely on words? Reliance is the term for chess, so the term" respective score "refers to chess scores."

Brother Wu proudly walked among the people, bringing endless sour odors, and did not know how many days had not taken a bath. Sister Seven couldn't help but frowned, but he didn't care.

"The Lanke Temple is not a Longtan Tiger Cave. Where is it worth blowing such a sad song, it is tragic and ridiculous, but the broken temple is named after the allusions of the chess world, and the monks in the temple are really good at the chessboard."

The five senior brothers, who have always ignored the world, looked at Ning Que with unprecedented determination and said: "My eighth elder and I worked hard in the academy, so that the monks were lucky enough to invite the big name, younger brother, you are bad at this trip. We must not weaken the prestige of the academy in the chess course, and lose the old face of the brother. "

The speech fell, and Brother Eight came over with a thick pile of chess pieces, and looked at Ning Que and urged him to say: "Little Brother, you watched dozens of games when we played chess. Even if you are stupid, you want to come to the realm. A lot higher than those monks, but you are too lazy on weekdays, so your basic skills are not good. This is a chess book carefully prepared by the two brothers. On the way, you may wish to practice a lot of practice ... "

Ning Que has been stupid already, thinking where is this?

At this moment, Brother Five took the game in the arms of Brother Eight, and scolded: "Stupid! What use are these games for the younger brother?"

Ning Que was overjoyed and nodded and said, "Yeah yeah."

However, he did not expect that Brother Five turned around and stuffed the thick pile of chess pieces to Sang Sang.

"Sang Sang's understanding on the chessboard is far superior to the younger brother."

Brother Wu looked at Sang Sang and Yan Yuese and said, "Sang Sang, the first task of maintaining the world of chess in the academy ... it is yours."

The academy is located in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City. There is no need to worry about the city gate closing. So in order to avoid the heat, Ning Que and Sang Sang didn't leave until the sun was slanting and the night was coming.

Seeing that the black carriage gradually disappeared into the mountainside clouds, Brother II's brows frowned slightly, and always felt that the atmosphere today was a little weird, hiding some things that he could not see clearly.

The master watched the black carriage leave and turned away after a moment of silence. Twilight shone on his old cotton jacket. Some dust could be seen faintly, as if the cotton sleeves were shaking slightly.

Brother II looked back at the back of the master on the mountain road, and his heart moved slightly, catching up

The older brother walked slowly, but somehow, it was difficult to be chased by him.

When the brother walked to the grass cottage, the sunset would go out.

The night shrouded the valley, and stars appeared one after another on the black sky.

The Confucius was standing outside the cottage, half-skinned, squinting one eye, and was looking at a cylindrical iron thing. I did n’t know what was in the iron cylinder.

The master went behind the master and asked, "Teacher, what are you looking at?"

"I'm watching the stars ... well, it should be stargazing, which is more elegant."

The Master gestured for him to come over and said, "This is what the sixth and thirteenthmen made to honor me. They gave it a star-gazing mirror, but I tried it before. The star is still that star, but it can The scenery in the distance zooms in and zooms in. I might as well see the telescope. "

Brother Master put his eyes in front of the iron canister and found that indeed, as the teacher said, the stars in the iron canister did not become larger, but if you look at the mountains under the stars in the distance, it will appear clearly enlarged.

"It's really interesting, and the little teacher knows so much."

He said with a smile, but his smile seemed worried.

The Master looked at the stars in the night vault above his head and said, "There may be people in the world who know by life, but there are no people who know everything. No matter what your little brother knows, there are always many things that I don't understand, and I am the same It is said that the seven volumes of the Heavenly Script are made by Haotian ’s will. I was able to read the remaining six volumes when I was a blue-shirted scholar like you, but now it ’s already old, but I still do n’t understand the monk. The words left on the scroll. "

The master said sincerely: "The disciples can't understand."

"Nonsense, what the teacher can't understand, how can you understand."

The Master looked at him and said with a smile: "But since you can't understand it, don't worry about it day and night."

The master said, "You have to worry about such things."

The Master looked at him sternly and said: "If this is a story, no one knows how to develop it, you don't know me or the world, so why do you think the end of the story must be like that?

Everyone in the backyard of the academy knows that no matter how cute Chen Pipi is, how much he would rather cut into the subject, the teacher ’s favorite apprentice is always the brother. The teacher rarely criticizes the master, as harsh as this time. The reprimand is almost never there.

The brother said after a long silence: "If there is no worry tomorrow, there will be today worry."

The Master said: "People should be worried today, not tomorrow."

The elder brother said: "If the teacher is not worried about the prospects of the world, why should he let the younger brother go to the Keke Temple?"

The Master looked at the forest shrouded in Yinhui and listened to the sound of a waterfall faintly heard from afar, saying, "The night that your little brother killed Xiahou, I discovered that Sang Sangna's body was worse than expected. To be serious, if I really use Xiling's magic to cure it, I am afraid that it will eventually cure the problem. I asked him to take her to the Lanke Temple to see if there is any way for Buddhism to cure her disease. "

The brother said sadly: "What if the disease is not cured?"

The Master turned to look at him and said: "If the disease is not cured, your younger brother will be very sad, so even if there is only a silver lining, she will have to work hard with a hundred times, and she should not have been sick."

"Where is the door?"

The elder brother said: "Sangsang is the successor of the bright throne in the Xiling Temple. If Daomen knows that she is seriously ill, she will certainly be worried that they should have their own methods of healing and saving lives."

The master looked at his favorite disciple and suddenly laughed a little, saying, "Healing the sick and saving people ... If Daomen will heal the sick and save the people, why should I be so distressed now? Sometimes I think, when we go to treat the sick and save the people, maybe it's just me Saved her own illness. "

The brother is thoughtful.

The Master said seriously: "You love everyone in the world, so you can't love only one person, and your little brother is different. He doesn't love anyone in the world, only one person, so after killing Xiahou, he will be happy in his life. No one knows where they can go in the future, but you have to bear the pain of struggling to make choices. If you ca n’t see through this pain, then your income will be limited. "

The field was quiet.

After a long time, a clean and gentle smile appeared on the master's face again, he said: "Teacher, I am willing to continue to be anxious like this, because I am not the one who is not anxious."

Confucius looked at him with admiration and said, "I'm wrong. Your love for the world does not involve any cultural stereotypes. It is purely intent, so how can you limit your future?"

"It's a teacher. It's always the wild grass that is swaying on the wall. I always want to follow the wind, but now I don't know where the wind starts ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I don't know what your little brother will meet, but I believe If you do n’t walk, you wo n’t encounter anything. As long as you walk, you will always meet the future. When he meets the day when we meet the real future, let ’s think about how to do it. ”

The Master said with emotion: "Unfortunately, the guy who had to scold me for three days and three nights for a bowl of braised meat ... already dead, otherwise I would like to ask him what he would do.

I do n’t know when, Brother 2 came to Caolu, and stood silently, listening to the conversation between the teacher and his brother. He never spoke, until this time he finally could n’t help saying, “Teacher, although I do n’t understand you and Da Brother is talking about something, but I think I can guess what Uncle Xiao will do. "

Confucius looked slightly different, and Fusu asked, "What will your uncle do?"

Brother II said of course: "Fight."

Confucius found that these disciples are more and more like themselves, so everything is taken for granted, but where is the reason? He wondered: "Who hit?"

Brother II was also very distressed, and after a while said seriously: "No matter who it is."

(I will also travel to meet everyone.) (To be continued)