The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 133: Boarding

Qintian Supervisor is connected to the rooftop.

The top floor, apart from many complicated observation instruments, is also used as a collection of books and slips. The three book walls are as high as several feet, so that multiple ladders are needed to take books. It is late at night and there is only one elderly person. Staying here with the book boy, the old man read too much, so that his eyes were bad. With an ancient book under his arm, he staggered out of the inner room and came to the road of picking the stars, which opened a wall and protruded outward. The abrupt stretch of the attic is six feet long and is made of nine, nine, eighty-one large pieces of white marble inlaid, crystal clear. Walking on the road, looking down, the timid must shake his legs. Standing here, you can enjoy the panoramic view of the palace, which is a violation of regulations. Therefore, there is no record of Tongtiantai in any map and chronicle of this dynasty. The old man walked to the end of the jade road and looked up. The little book boy hurriedly He came to put a coat on Mr. Jianzheng. The book boy with red lips and white teeth was not afraid of heights. He sat down beside him, his feet dangling in the air, and accompanied the old man to look at the vast starry sky, holding his cheek in a daze. Trance.

Little Shutong asked softly: "Grandpa Jianzheng, can you really see anything? I heard Master Shuhu said that he saw eight huge pillars rising into the sky on the map of the Eight Kingdoms, and one of them gradually collapsed. Miles, only our Liyang Dynasty is left to reach the heaven at this moment."

Since he was called to be a prison guard, he was naturally the first person of the Qin Tianjian, Nan Huaiyu. The old man gathered his coat and chuckled: "I'm old, my eyes are not easy to use, I can't see clearly anymore. ."

The young book boy said disapprovingly: "Grandpa Jianzheng, you have a celestial eye, can you not see clearly?"

The old man smiled helplessly and said: "Tianyan? You can believe what Huang Sanjia said? Little bookcase, this is the old evil man who wants to use the position under my **** to lay out for him. Don't take it seriously. If you say the sky, he himself That’s why my Wangqi effort is far worse."

The book boy said: "No, didn't Grandpa Jianzheng play two chess games with the yellow devil? You lose first and then win. What's worse than him! If he plays next, he can only call himself yellow. The top two!"

The veteran was shaking his head and said: "I didn't win, I didn't win. It was only halfway through. Huang Sanjia didn't want to play again. Although I had the advantage on the chessboard, he would be defeated if he played ten more moves. I think it can be equal. Ten years ago I thought about it and I felt that I would lose with 20 moves. Now I'm thinking about it. There are only 10 moves left. God knows if I think I have to lose with 5 moves, maybe. Before he died, he knew that Huang Sanjia could turn things around with just one move. This is the real power of this man. The imperial court set up chess to wait. The southern faction is led by Wang Jixin, and the northern faction is led by Song Shutong. Similar, in fact, they are far inferior to Huang Sanjia. Wang Jixin said that Huanglongshi played chess like Huaiyin using soldiers to attack. This is clearly a foreign language that only looks at the game record and never personally played the game. The real power of the top three is in the mid-game, and the final result will be seen. It's a pity that no one in the world can talk to him until the final. It must be the reason why he provoked the Spring and Autumn National War. After all, the three-foot chessboard, yes. For him, it's too small."

The book boy who was nicknamed Xiaoshuqi by Nan Huaiyu, who was treated as a national teacher by his majesty, slapped his tongue and said: "Then this demon is truly invincible in the world, is there really no one who can beat him in chess?"

The old man thought for a while and smiled: "It seems that none of them have won him, but there is a draw."

The book boy beamed his eyes, pulled the sleeve of the old supervisor, and couldn’t wait to ask: "Who?"

The old man was afraid that the little bookcase next to him would catch a cold, so he asked the book boy to sit up first, and then put the book under the boy’s buttocks. Then he said in a hurry, "The first emperor personally came out to welcome hundreds of thousands of people in Tai'an City. Welcome to the road, little bookcase, who do you think it is?"

The book boy wowed, "I know, the white-clothed monk, the **** who came up with the epiphany at Liangchan Temple! Grandpa Jianzheng, can I really become a Buddha? Does it mean that I will become a Buddha while standing? ? If it is true, then I want to be a monk too."

The old supervisor said in a serious tone: "I don't know the true or false of the epiphany, after all, I am not a scholar, even if I read some Buddhist scriptures, I can't say anything. But it is true that the monarchs of a country are obsessed with Buddhism. It’s certainly not a blessing. Advocating Huang Lao to be clean is okay, because it hurts the country’s wealth, it can also be regarded as taking it from the people for the people, but if you worship the Buddha, it’s hard to say. Ascend to heaven. When Buddhism first entered China, it was greedy. It may not be just the superficial ambiguity of the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. In fact, it is the two most important Confucianism and Taoism that worry that Buddhism will ruin the Chinese culture."

The little book boy said bitterly: "Then I will not be a monk anymore."

The old man smiled and touched the boy's head.

The book boy raised his head and asked: "Grandpa Jianzheng, during the day the Northern Liang King came to our Qintian Supervisor, why are everyone else scared to death? I'm not afraid."

The old supervisor stood up and said, "It’s fine if you’re not afraid. It’s alright, it’s enough to be lazy. My father and I should go back to work. When we hurry up and revise this new calendar, I should also close my eyes. The white-clothed monk took the lead, and it was another immeasurable disaster. Fortunately, my old-eyed dying man has your little bookcase to help. Oh, I guess I can’t be a man in my next life. This is a leak of the fate of heaven. Now."

The little book boy has a sad expression on his face.

Nan Huaiyu squinted her eyes with some effort, turned her head to look towards Beiliang, pointed her finger, and said softly: "Little bookcase, after I die, I will rely on you to suppress that python~ IndoMTL. com~ Bonfire has two clusters. Wei Laodao has a few unusual followers, plus the "female families" like Yu Youwei and Jiang Ni occupy one cluster, and Feng Ziying surrounds the other cluster. The two are far apart. To avoid suspicion, Pei Nanwei still tried her best to maintain the dignified posture of Princess Jing'an even if she only fell into trouble with Phoenix. When she was free, she paid attention to the movement of Fengziying, and you could see those Qingqi who took turns to watch the night. Often, in order, after the war, both generals were seriously injured, but no matter whether the generals or the soldiers, there was no frustration on their faces. Judging from their mouths, they seemed to be talking about the majesty of the eldest son. /

The more the Fengziying army is so concentrated, the more uncomfortable Princess Pei will be. The original thoughts of escaping from the cage have gradually become cold, and the prisoner is so down to clean the carriage. How can it be compared to Qingzhou's unique Princess Jing'an? Disheartened, Pei Nanwei stretched out his hand near the fire, warmed up a bit, and looked to the left of his side. There was a beautiful woman holding a white cat. They accompanied him to the water pool. Only a few words on the road, they knew how to talk. Not bad. The young woman with weird identity on the right is really alive. Pei Nanwei, a peerless stunner in Rouge's review, still dare not say that she can beat this plainly dressed woman in a few years, saying that she is a maidservant. , It's not very similar, how can there be a maid who can compete with Beiliang Shizi glaringly at each other? But if you say you are pretty girls, it's not right. Those rough little hands that can't talk about Baiyu Ningzhi are obviously children from poor people. This Beiliang is really strange people, and I can't figure it out.

Pei Nanwei couldn't help but look in the direction where His Highness Shizi disappeared. What is this shameless **** doing?

Beiliang Palace, listening to the tide pavilion.

This night, the face of the white fox with no swords on his waist climbed to the third floor. My QT room is open! The official QT room number [1655] of the princes of the beacon play, click to enter