The wind blew.

Blow a pool of spring water.

The chessboard is on the chessboard, and the water in the pool ripples open.

Pei Lingsu was wearing a black robe, tucked her shoulders, and sat cross-legged barefoot. The thin cloak swayed in the wind, wrapping her whole body in a cloth, looking like a seriously ill little girl.

I sat alone in the chessboard at the Huxin Pavilion and sat all day.

A pair of warm hands fell on her shoulders.

"I came back very early... I didn't have a good conversation?"

Pei Lingsu moved her mind away from the chessboard. She raised her head, looked at Ning Yi, and said softly: "Why is there no joy on her face?"

Ning Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The talk went very smoothly, and he stole the prince's fault."

"This is not the expression that the prince should have." The girl smiled, put her hands on Ning Yi's shoulders, looked at the board, and said tiredly: "This game of chess is too difficult, and it is overdrawn, so it can't be calculated... The Liuyao technique cannot be solved. I don't know how long it will take to break the fortune in this mansion."

Ning Yi hugged the girl's calves and held her up around her waist.

The body in my arms is as light as straw.

The water in the pond sways.

Stepping on the water of Tianqing Pond, Ning Yi said slowly: "It's good to play chess in this mansion with fun. If you really can't break it, it means that we don't have the opportunity to be in our destiny. Sometimes we must have it, but don't force it in our destiny."

Pei Lingsu smiled weakly and refused to speak.

He hugged the girl back to the bed.

Ning Yi took off her cloak, kneaded her shoulders, and was silent for a long time, saying.

"The ambush encountered by two disciples of the Queen Mother Temple in the West was designed by Jin Yi."

Pei Lingsu's body was slightly stiff.

It quickly recovered as usual.

The girl whispered: "Mr. Song Que is going to kill someone."

Ning Yi nodded dumbly in his throat.

Pei Lingsu raised his head.

It was sunny all day today.

It was just that the sun was about to set, and the sky seemed gloomy at dusk, and the sound of the wind was hoarse outside the window, pulling the window paper and blowing the pool water, vaguely showing a continuous and terrifying ferociousness.

"In order to force the Grand Guest to leave... the Sect Master of the Literature Sect will take his life at the cost of his life." Pei Lingsu murmured softly: "I'm really a madman. I'm giving my life for the future of Lingshan...even if there is no need for this."

She suddenly asked, "What does Master Shao Yun hope you do?"

Ning Yi was stunned, "Do you know I've been to the Palace of Light?"

The girl smiled and said, "I'm not stupid... The negotiation at noon is at most one hour. You and the prince are not old friends for eight hundred years. You only need to return home in more than two hours. What else can you do to return late than to meet the master of the Mainland Palace?"

Ning Yi smiled and gently placed his chin on the girl's head, his eyes were facing down, and he praised vigorously: "My little girl is too smart, right?"

Pei Lingsu turned his head, like a cat rubbing hair. He fell backwards and collapsed in Ning Yi's arms. Huxinting played chess with him all day long. Shenhai was already very tired and seemed powerless to speak. "You have won the negotiations for Lingshan... You should have won the trust of the master. He hopes you stop Song Que?"

Ning Yi shook his head, and he gently "pulled" the girl's hair, his movements were soft, and the vitality of the new word roll spread out on the bed of the two people.

Inside the curtain, it is as warm as spring.

"The master hopes that I won't take action, or even show up."

Ning Yi sighed and said, "Just stay quietly in Tianqing Pool and don't go anywhere."

Pei Lingsu's eyes closed slightly, her narrow eyelashes flashed, and her breathing sound became even. Ning Yi whispered: "I will be by your side."

"Always."

...

...

Little Lotus Mountain.

Song Jinglian, who was hanging upside down on the tree, looked uncertain under the shadow of the tree and the hat. He frowned and hugged his hands behind his head, like a bat hanging upside down in the shadow, staring at the patterns on the ancient trees.

He suddenly asked.

"Cinsha, why am I always restless?"

The cinnabar, who was leaning against the tree trunk, has always been handwriting beautifully and neatly, but today's ancient pages are filled with absent-minded scribbling traces. She closed the book, her chest was undulating, and said in a deep voice: "I am... upset and frustrated today. Do you have any fortune telling?"

Song Yiren shook her head and said, "The feeling of sending Yun Xun away from the Lingshan city is faintly emerging. Jin Yi, the leader of the Literature Sect, has not come back since then. He has been waiting for the city. I don't know who he is waiting for."

Zhusha said with slight silence: "Dad has been out for a week."

Song Jinglian's expression suddenly became cloudy.

He fell silently down from the ancient tree, landed on the ground, pulled out the three ancient knife scabbards inserted into the grass one by one, and inserted them into his waist.

...

...

Outside Lingshan, yellow sand rolls.

The master of the Literature Sect stood at the top of the city wall.

The expression was calm.

Jin Yi looked at the distant mountains and rivers, and there was a figure in the wind and sand. In the flash, the sky and the earth were scaled and the road was simplified.

Like thunder thunder roaring on the flat ground.

In an instant, he had arrived ten miles away from Lingshan.

In another moment, five miles passed by.

This figure was dragged by two carriages and galloped from Little Leiyin Temple for a hundred miles ago. Now there is only one person left, his clothes are swaying, passing through the yellow sand, and in his breath, he came to the city wall of Lingshan.

The thin blue shirt shook a delicate thunder sound under the slap of yellow sand, making a buzzing sound like black iron.

Song Que could not see any joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in her expression. Just as usual, her sleeves sag naturally, but the linen material of the large sleeves was stained with spots of blood.

Song Que held a token in his palm.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi.

Jin Yi narrowed his eyes and stared at the man standing under the city wall. After noticing the blood-stained Holy Lord Order, he realized something.

The master of the Vinaya Sect murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

"Have you already fought at the Queen Mother Temple in the West... Yaochi has quite a lot of enemies..."

Release the news that Gu Shengzhu was seriously injured.

The candidates who ambushed two small temple masters.

At the weakest time, Yao Chi attracted enemies... He covered up the secrets of heaven in the Guqing Mountain, practiced with Buddhist sons, delayed the arrival of the Holy Order to Lingshan, and all kinds of methods interfered with Song Que's "deduction".

If nothing unexpected happens, then after Gu Shengzhu went into seclusion, Yao Chi suffered a bloody blow.

And Song Que... should be late.

The two sleeves were stained with blood and killed some enemies. Song Que's aura became a little disordered, and the power of cause and effect was no longer stable.

As Nirvana, if you kill for no reason, you will cause karma and karma, and eventually lead to "ominousness".

The Bodhisattva of the Uncovered Obstacle is also called "Vajra of Abstinence".

The more you violate the original wish of twisting fire, the more you will be punished.

Obviously... For Song Que, if he violates his bottom line, he will no longer care about karma and cause and effect.

In the yellow sand.

Song Que stared at the leader of the Literature Sect and asked blankly: "This matter has something to do with you."

The leader of the Literature Sect, wearing a gold foil robe, fell from the city wall with an iron stick in one hand, splashing dozens of feet of yellow sand. He stood up and walked forward, his thin body slowly strolling like a mountain, his voice was steady, and he responded in an indifferent tone.

"I did the ambush outside the border."

"I released the news from Gu Shengzhu."

The disciples of Lingshan on the city wall could not hear the conversation between the two great practitioners. Yellow sand flew past, and ominous signs began to surge in their hearts, as well as... a huge fear.

Someone has witnessed the Lingshan tragedy more than ten years ago.

A ascetic standing at the top of the city felt the riot of sand and stones, and his face suddenly turned pale.

After the guest arrived at the Lingshan City Wall, he never took a step forward. His hands fell from nature and turned into behind his back. His strands of hair were blown by the wind, and the amplitude became larger and larger. The yellow sand formed a huge "canopy", rolled up from all directions of the two, as if they were to build a monstrous building, wrapping them up, but a thread was left on the dome.

The four directions became dark.

Jin Yi's pace is still stable.

He held the Vajra Stick in one hand and smiled, "The Great Guest is in a murderous mood."

The man in blue troused his fingers together, as if he was looking at a dead person.
To be continued...