Chapter 271: Broken Ke
On the outskirts of Hong Town, on a piece of fertile land near the Wanshou Mountains, there is a sea of bamboo, and in the middle of the sea of bamboo there is an elegant pavilion.
This is clearly a place where monsters often appear. Logically speaking, even if this pavilion is not trampled into ruins, it should be in tatters at best.
But what Xue Qing saw was new. Yes, very new! This pavilion looked like it was newly built.
In the pavilion, Xue Qing watched several Jindan realm monsters crawling through the bamboo forest, but without exception, they all carefully bypassed the pavilion.
"They seem very scared..." Xue Qing's eyes showed more curiosity, but at this moment a laugh suddenly interrupted her.
"Master Xue, what's wrong? Why do you look so surprised? This is not the look a person who will be in charge of the world's intelligence in the future should have."
Xue Qing turned his curious eyes to the face of the person sitting opposite him: "Master Shenshu, is this pavilion your masterpiece?"
Shen Shu was still smiling, and asked back, "What do you think?"
"Uh, this." Xue Qing was stunned.
She looked at Shenshu's kind smile. Although he was smiling, after so many times of cooperation, Xue Qing had already known that this monk was a devil in robes, with unpredictable moods.
If you accidentally say something wrong and make him angry, you will be the only one to suffer.
Xue Qing thought about it, put his hands together, and humbly asked: "Master, please help me solve this doubt."
Shen Shu swept the bamboo leaves that fell on the stone table and said slowly, "The previous imperial teacher of the Xuanyuan Dynasty."
As the branch leader of the Eastern Wasteland, Xue Qing naturally knew who the person Shen Shu was talking about, even though he was not from the Eastern Wasteland.
"Wei Juzheng?" Her voice was three parts confused and seven parts curious: "But didn't he die more than five hundred years ago? How could the pavilion built five hundred years ago still be so new?!"
"Moreover, the monsters in this mountain range give me the feeling that they seem to be filled with deep awe for this ordinary pavilion."
Yes, awe!
At first Xue Qing thought these beasts were afraid of them. After all, one of them was a Mahayana and the other was a tribulation-relief practitioner. Even if they did not emit any aura, they could not look up to them just by standing there.
Shen Shu looked at Xue Qing as if he were an idiot: "You already know his name, and you still come to ask me the answer. Don't you know what Wei Juzheng was called five hundred years ago?"
Xue Qing couldn't help but think of a few words when he heard this:
The reincarnation of a Confucian saint, the foremost Confucianist in the Nine Realms, and the national teacher with a higher status than the emperor in the history of the Nanming Realm.
It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people.
He was a hero who had a 100% chance of succeeding in the imperial court, but he was sentenced to death by Xuanyuan Jingyuan (the previous emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty).
No one knows the reason for the death penalty, but the world has guessed a flawless reason: his achievements are greater than his master's, and the people of the Nanming Territory are surnamed Xuanyuan, not Wei.
However, as the intelligence chief of Donghuang, Xue Qing knows something that others don't know.
There is no such thing as his achievements surpassing his master. Even the claim that he was sentenced to death is false. There is another hidden reason behind Wei Juzheng's death.
As for the reason... Xue Qing seemed to have thought of something. He glanced at Shen Shu who was fiddling with the chessboard on the table and asked with a smile:
"Master Shenshu, if I remember correctly, more than 500 years ago, when the Xuanyuan Dynasty was at war with the Southern Xinjiang Gu Tribe, you seemed to have appeared in Southern Xinjiang."
Shen Shu seemed not to have heard Xue Qing's question. Instead, he buried his head and kept wiping the dust off the chessboard with his hands. He only spoke after the chessboard was completely wiped clean.
"Can you play chess?"
But what he said made Xue Qing stunned again: "Ah?"
She glanced at the 19 vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard, then nodded: "As for Go, I know a little bit about it. Master, do you want me to play a game with you?"
Shen Shu nodded: "According to the time, my old friend should be here soon. I was planning to play a game of chess with him, but I don't know why I can't see him now."
Xue Qing smiled and said, "Maybe the master's good friend is having a happy time and has forgotten the time."
"Maybe, but that old guy is not a man of broken promises."
Shenshu said this and there was no more words. The only sound in the pavilion was the rustling of the breeze blowing through the bamboo leaves.
Until Xue Qing asked weakly, breaking the quiet atmosphere: "Um, Master, where are the black and white pieces?"
Shen Shu stared at the chessboard on the stone table, and said in a deep voice, word by word, "This game of chess does not require chess pieces!"
Xue Qing asked in confusion: "Don't you need black and white pieces to play Go?"
Shen Shu's tone seemed very certain: "I don't know if I need chess pieces for other chess games, but for this game, I definitely don't need them!"
Shen Shu's tone, is this chessboard very special?
With a curious look, Xue Qing carefully looked at the chessboard. To be exact, he drew 19 vertical and horizontal lines on a stone table to make a stone chessboard.
He looked left and right, and even Xue Qing touched it, but there was nothing there except a feeling of cold stone.
Seeing her like this, Shen Shu sighed softly: "It seems that what you said is true, but you can't tell."
Xue Qing smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Master."
"That's all. If that's the case, then I'll open your eyes."
After saying this, Shenshu tapped the stone chessboard twice with his index finger.
It was these two strikes that made the originally dull chessboard suddenly emit bursts of golden light, and black and white pieces appeared on the nineteen lines crisscrossing the chessboard.
The black pieces and the white pieces were crisscrossed, the black pieces were like dragons and the white pieces were like tigers. Xue Qing seemed to see the black dragon and the white tiger fighting each other vaguely.
The chessboard was extremely hazy, with the force of time flowing in a trance, making it impossible for Xue Qing to see clearly what the fate of the chess pieces would be. Was it the black dragon that killed the white tiger with its horns, or was it the white tiger that bit the black dragon to death?
However, in the dim light, Xue Qing felt that it was because of Shen Shu's move. She finally knew the name of this chess game:
【The game of Lan Ke. 】
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Bai Xian'er was still thinking about what Jiuyou had just said. She felt that the teacher was right. Sexual happiness had to be achieved through one's own efforts. With Senior Brother Ning's popularity, he would definitely be surrounded by many women in the future.
Jiuyou cannot appear in front of everyone, let alone help me snatch a man. Even if she can, she will not agree to help me.
Therefore, in order to be able to lie on Senior Brother Ning's bed and cry and shout in the future... instead of hiding under the bed and eavesdropping, she must work harder and harder, struggle again and again, even if it means suffering for herself, but not for her nephew.
Everything is for her Senior Brother Ning!
"But, will Senior Brother Ning easily tell me about this cultivation method?"
Just as Bai Xian'er was struggling over whether to ask Ning Changge directly what kind of martial arts he practiced, an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in front of her and said excitedly:
"Girl, I see that you have an extraordinary figure, a one-in-a-million demon cultivator... Ugh! You are a genius cultivator, you must worship me as your master, I will teach you the art of fortune-telling, and I guarantee that you will become a god in three years, and a great master in five years. It won't be a dream to ascend to the Dragon Gate in the future!"
Bai Xianer gave the old Taoist a look as if he was mentally retarded:
"Thank you for your kindness, Grandpa, but I don't need it. I already have a master."
The old Taoist immediately became anxious when he heard this, and he was about to grab Bai Xian'er's arm, but fortunately Bai Xian'er reacted quickly, dodged and shouted:
"Brother Ning, please come and save me! There is a weird old man here who wants to catch me!"