Eight miles east of Shanyin City, there is a mountain called Baiyun.

The sky is about to set off, and the snow is lingering in the mountains. There is a view in the middle. The white walls and black tiles are adjacent to the five-color clouds. It is a fence with green pine trees, which is called Qingfeng. The old Taoist in the view is also called Qingfeng. The old Taoist is too old to tell the eye, but he sees white beards floating, crane hair and childish face, and his body is wearing a water and fire robe with white intersecting ink and white, holding a blue-handled snow cucumber, sitting upright in the reed mat, straight as pine.

The short table was also placed under the pine tree. The old Taoist was leaning against an ancient tree, holding a ruler and long white beard, and watching the chessboard on the table.

Opposite the chessboard, the handsome man's eyes were as bright as stars, leaning against the short table, catching the wine pot in his hand, drinking and making a move. When he was well, he would drink a big drink. If he fell into the formation, he would not be discouraged. Haha, he would laugh and drink for a while.

A young man in his teenage years old was squatting on the side of the short desk. His hands were supported, and his eyes were turned around like water, without stopping for a moment. He looked at the old Taoist and suddenly looked at the handsome man.

Less tilt.

The little boy looked at the handsome boy, curled his lips disdainfully, and muttered: "Brother Seven is playing a bad game, and at most it won't take thirty moves, so you have to win again in this game."

The handsome husband wiped the wine stains on his mouth indifferently, and squirted out a sip of wine, and squeezed at the young husband, smiling and said, "If Jingyan is impatient, why don't you come?"

These two were Lu Na and Lu Jingyan, the young man from Lu's family. Because the old Taoist Qingfeng and Lu Wan had an old age, Lu Na hurriedly rushed for hundreds of miles to visit. The old Taoist Qingfeng is worthy of being the name of Qingfeng. Jielu Temple here only cared about eating wind and drinking dew, and did not care about the world. In this way, the excuses Lu Na thought on the way were useless.

Lu Jingyan glanced at the old Taoist who was calm and gentle. In just half an hour, Brother Seven had already made two games. One was that Brother Seven had a bad chess skills, and the other was that the old Taoist Qingfeng was as vague as an immortal. Every time he made a move, he would fly out of the sky and make it difficult to catch traces. He thought to himself, "Brother Seven must have lost too quickly and could not bear it in his face, so he deliberately asked me to make a fool of himself!"

Thinking of this, he pouted and stood up, and shouted: "Sun Tzu's Art of War says: 'Those who know that they can fight or not can win'! Brother Qi knows that they can't fight but fight, is really unwise! I'll go to my sister and see how many games you lose in a row!" After saying that, he shook his sleeves, turned around and left.

"Ha ha!"

Lu Na laughed loudly, then held the wine pot and snorted, shouting to Lu Jingyan: "Jingyan. Brother Qi's chess is not about winning or losing!"

Lu Jingyan was too lazy to pay attention to him and said without looking back: "If there is no victory or defeat, why should I play chess? What should I do with Seventh Brother?" As he said that, he thought about it for a while, and suddenly turned around and made a cute face at Lu Na, and then ran away without a trace. Four close maids behind him peered at each other, then raised their skirts and raised their skirts. The call of calling, chasing him.

"Haha. Wonderful..."

Seeing this scene, Lu Na was so happy that half of his body was tilted on the chessboard, slapped his thighs and applauded. Suddenly, his elbow leaning against the short table accidentally knocked over the chessboard.

"Crackling..." The chess pieces rolled all over the ground.

Lu Na looked at the black and white pieces all over the ground. He looked stunned, and spread his hands helplessly, and said with emotion: "It's hard, the chess game has been destroyed. Lu Na originally had a wonderful move. He couldn't use it without expecting it. I guess God's will is like this." His voice was sighing.

The old Taoist Qingfeng bent over and picked up the chess piece on the ground and said calmly: "It's okay, I can review the game, and I can definitely teach you how to show it."

"ah!"

Lu Na was shocked and asked while picking up chess pieces: "The chess has been played for hundreds of times, how can the uncle replay?"

The old Taoist Qingfeng glanced at him, with a generous smile on his face, shook his head and said nothing, swept away the chaotic chess piece in the chessboard with a snow-capped chess piece, stroked his long beard, and held it and then fell. At first, he had to think about it, and it was like flying in the middle and late stages. Soon, he heard a crisp sound of "pa, pa" and the chessboard was densely covered with chess pieces.

Looking at the black and white anxious situation in the chess game again, it is the chess game I have just played.

The old Taoist Qingfeng waved his hand and laughed: "Zuyin, let's do it well."

"It's wonderful...this..."

Lu Na held the wine pot in a daze, and was already shocked. He flew away twice and looked around subconsciously. When he saw the distant horizon, the red sun broke through the clouds and rose slowly. His eyes turned, and he suddenly felt happy in his heart. He stood up and smiled, "How magnificent! How beautiful! How can such a beautiful scenery be missed? Uncle, it's better for you and I to watch the sunrise first and then go on wonderful things?"

The old Taoist Qingfeng lowered his eyes to the chessboard and said calmly: "The sun and the moon are in my heart, so why do you need to see the magnificence again? Zu Yan should not talk about other things anymore, and you will be on the verge of wonderful things." But Lu Na, who looked embarrassed, glanced at the corner of his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he could not escape, Lu Na had to sigh in secret and looked at the chessboard. Baizi had already shown signs of decline, and there was nothing wonderful about it. While fumbled through the slippery chess pieces, he suddenly made up his mind and raised the wine pot to drink slowly. He didn't even look at the chessboard, but he pinched the chess pieces and fell in a mess.

"Bang!" There was a slight sound.

The old Taoist Qingfeng jumped his eyebrows and held back his smile and looked down. Unexpectedly, this gaze would be difficult to escape from his spirit. The sitting body couldn't help but lean forward slightly, the long eyebrows gradually flipped, and the expression in his eyes was solemn.

Lu Na held the wine pot and waited for a while without hearing it. He was very surprised. He lowered his head and swept across the chessboard casually. His eyes suddenly stopped. His hands loosened. The wine pot fell to the ground, and he turned around the reed mat several times, rolling into the grass.

After a little slow, the old Taoist Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Zu Yan is so wonderful, where does it come from?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Na paused and thought to himself: 'Where did you come from? Could you say that you were random?' Shao Qing slowly straightened up, shaking his way to the grass, picked up his wine pot, and then bowed to Qingfeng Old Taoist, "No one, I have wonderful things in my heart, why do you need to say anything else?"

"Ha ha……"

The old Taoist Qingfeng's eyebrows suddenly opened after a long time, stroked his foot-long beard, looked at Lu Na with a smile, and said happily: "Lu, Jiangdong, has more than 20 sons, I love your freedom and freedom. Don't worry, why did you and Shu Yao come? I don't know or want to know. Zu Yan's heart is not in chess, so what's the benefit of doing? In this game, I'll give up." He looked at the wine pot in Lu Na's hand and said: "Drinking less can make you feel at ease. Too much will cause stagnation to hurt your body. Zu Yan needs rhythm."

After saying that, without waiting for Lu Na to reply, Xuemali swept the sweeping robe, held it in his arms, and stood up and walked into the temple.

Lu Na stared at the old Taoist's back as he slowly left, but saw the green mountains, white clouds, red sun, green hedges, white walls and black tiles. The old Taoist's mo white figure was missing, and it was as if it was one, and it was hard to distinguish you and me. He couldn't help but murmur: "Shiwang, a god!" He wanted to hold the wine pot and take a mouthful, remember what the old Taoist said, smiled, hung the wine pot around his waist, and walked towards the back of the observation.

Qingfeng Temple is not big, there are only a few dozen houses. The front yard is the main room of the Three Officials, and the side wing is the living room of the old Taoist Qingfeng and Taoist children.

The young man Lu Jingyan walked along the green wall, walked through the narrow sidewalk, and walked straight into the backyard through a small door. He walked into the backyard without stopping, shook his sleeves, stepped on the wooden clogs to the front of the room on the left, lifted the bamboo curtain in front of the door, and crawled in: "Sister, are you doing your makeup?"

In the room, the four maids of Yunyao, Ruolan and Mo Ju were circling around Lu Shuyao.

Shi Er handed over two 日日日日日日本 and asked, "Little lady, can this 日日日日日本?"

"It's too simple." Lu Shuyao shook her head.

Suddenly, Yunyao walked over with a gorgeous skirt and said softly: "Little lady, is this good?"

Lu Shuyao said: "This one was the last time. Change to someone else."

Jier, Ruolan held a pair of golden silk shoes and tilted her head and said, "Little lady, this is the best."

Lu Shuyao blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at the pair of little golden bells on her ankles. She didn't know what she thought of, and smiled sweetly at the corner of her mouth and said softly: "Well, let it go, and you'll wear it in a while."

After a moment, Mo Ju held the beautiful and long black snow of the little lady. The jade comb slid over and over again, but she was still unsure of her mind, so she leaned over and asked softly: "My lady, are we still wearing a horse bun? "

Lu Shuyao narrowed her eyes and thought for a while, murmured, "I saw him as a horse, change it."

Mo Ju said, "Then she lingers on her bun, and the maid's bun is praised by the mistress."

Lu Shuyao frowned and said, "No, my tribe mother is much older than me. She is just dignified when she combed her bun, and I..."

"ah……"

Mo Ju put the little lady's hair on her back and frowned. She started to be busy early in the morning. After most of the hour, she combed several types of hair buns for the little lady. The little lady was not satisfied. How could this be better?

The young man came into the room and caught the tea bowl on the table and drank it. Then he couldn't help but burp. He was stunned for a moment, and quickly covered his mouth and shouted in disguise: "Sister, if you don't comb it well, the person will come. Do you want to see him like this?"

"Well?!"

Lu Shuyao smiled sweetly in front of the mirror. When she heard this, she narrowed her big eyes and looked at herself. She had been busy for so long, but she had never applied any makeup on her face, and her body was covered with underwear, and her small cherry lips were slightly bent.

Tushao quickly smiled and said, "Even if our little lady doesn't dress up, she is still beautiful."

Mo Ju said: "Yes, the little lady is more beautiful if she doesn't comb her bun..."

Really?

Lu Shuyao looked at the little beauty in the mirror quietly. The more she looked, the more she looked, the sweeter she looked, and thought to herself: 'If I saw him like this, would he be happy? I know that he liked my little golden bell the most, then, should I give him one...' As she thought about it, her face turned red, she held her fist tightly, and her body was trembling slightly, which was so embarrassing...

"Puff!"

Lu Jingyan looked at the sister's clenched fist and could no longer help it. The princess smiled, but was caught by Lu Shuyao and asked him: "Jingyan, I don't have a bun, how beautiful it looks?"

"well!"

Lu Jingyan looked at Ajie blankly, blinking his eyes and thought, "Yes, weird, how will Ajie become like this? Meihe, so terrible..." He shivered in secret, but his eyes turned around. He picked up the golden hairband on the dressing table casually, waved the ribbon, and the princess smiled and said, "It's better if I don't comb my bun. I just need to use it to tie it. Then, looking at his beautiful smile, I will definitely be fascinated by Meihe."

As he said that, he spread his hands and showed a dull look, while his body trembled from side to side, demonstrating to his sister the strange look of Meihe falling from side to side.

"Jingyan, don't laugh at him."

Lu Shuyao said angrily, gently tapped Lu Jingyan's forehead, then whispered around the four maids, held their hands, and said in a soft voice: "Who am I meeting today, don't say anything to anyone, otherwise, I will marry her to Lu A San."

"Yes, my maid, I will never say anything, and I won't say anything if I beat you to death." The four maids answered in unison, and their hearts were trembling. Lu Da's son Lu A San, bald, square ears, a flat nose, a thigh, and a macaque on his face. No one wants to marry him.

After one stick of incense.

Lu Shu floated out slowly, wearing a light gold-length-length skirt. The golden ribbon with dark patterns of plum blossoms was tied with a bow on his chest. The ends of the ribbon fell along the perky chest to the hem of the skirt. Qiaoqiao exposed the pointed corners of the lotus; without combing, three thousand green snow was wrapped around the back, tied loosely with a golden streamer, spreading across his waist, straightening his hips, hanging to the bend of the legs, swaying gently with the pace; there was no powder on his face, but it was more delicate and transparent. Lingjie's eyelashes were slightly exposed, and they were two small combs. Who could withstand how many times it was cut?

From a distance, my graceful and slender waist is unbearable, and my face is beautiful. If I have been right recently, my eyes and white teeth are swept through the spring water, how can I give birth to a beautiful word?

"Dingling..."

Lu Shuyao held her skirt and turned around in the yard. Suddenly, the golden bell was shattered and the beautiful little fairy quietly fell into the mortal world.

But she was still worried and asked, "Calmly, is that right?"

"Sister, it's very good, it's great." Lu Jingyan frowned, rolled his eyes, patted the forehead, and felt that his sister was terminally ill. He made up his mind to stay away from Meihe in the future, otherwise it would be terrible.

"So naughty."

Lu Shuyao narrowed her eyes, smiled sweetly, took Lu Jingyan's hand, and flew out of the yard lightly. Eight beautiful maids followed behind her, all of whom were lowered their eyebrows and smirked without daring to speak.

Waiting to the front yard, I met Lu Na.

Lu Na looked at the charm of his younger sister, but smiled without saying a word, and was really happy for her. In the past two days, he had already sent someone to Shanyin City to inquire. Meihe really lived up to expectations. Not only did he enter the Kuaiji Academy, but he also became friends with Wang Xie and Yuan Xiao's children. The name of Meihe Huating is spread throughout Shanyin City. If he could persevere, Meihe would no longer be expected to marry her younger sister.

The group came to the high place and looked forward to the Pavilion. Lu Na retreated and was left alone with his younger sister.

Lu Shuyao gently held the railing, her bright eyes lowered to the mountain, and she ignored the beautiful scenery in the mountains and the clouds.

Lu Na carried his hands on his back, his eyes waving and clouds. Sometimes he could see the eagle circling by, and the cry was as exciting as a whistle, but his heart was surging.

The beautiful crane of Huating Liu Zhan is just like the crane in Licang, which is vast and vast, and is full of green clouds. When it comes to talent and etiquette, who can match it? Even the Wang family’s son Wang Xizhi, who is famous inside and outside Jiangzuo, may be slightly inferior.

However, the hunting is a proud crane...

Thinking of this, Lu Na's heart was slightly dark. Liu Nong took Zhu Tao's name to Shanyin to study, but Xie Zi had already said it first, and the school was not recommended by anyone. Lu Na and Lu Shuyao knew this. Lu Na intended to remind Liu Nong, but was secretly stopped by Lu Shuyao. In this regard, Lu Na once asked Lu Shuyao why. Lu Shuyao did not say it clearly, but just smiled softly and said that if you want to reach the other side, you need to go against the current. The seventh brother reminded him now, which may cause chaos in his heart.

well!

Lu Na sighed inwardly, and he naturally knew the little sister's thoughts, and said to himself: Don't misunderstand the little sister's wishes...

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