Master wants to hug

After the rain, the moss-covered stone steps are more slippery than in the past. The Taoist temple was built in the middle of the mountain. After years of war, it has been dilapidated. Fortunately, the surrounding peach blossoms are bright, and there are still scenery to enjoy. The hard work of climbing up is not in vain .

From a distance, it still looks like carved railings and bucket arches, but it is really too dilapidated when viewed up close, even the blue-gray gate has a hole.

Fang Su clasped his fingers and tapped.

No one was knocked out, but a whole yard of birds flew away.

She pushed open the gate, and a rabbit ran across the long grass and disappeared immediately.

Fang Su walked forward, and weeds covered most of the stone road, most of the houses in the courtyard were destroyed, and the only one that was still intact was the one in front of her.

She was about to go in, but felt a chill for no reason.

Fang Su looked up, and saw a green snake wrapped around the beam, with a bright red tongue, and black eyes staring at her quietly.

Fang Su said: "The Taoist priest raises snakes in the room, isn't he afraid of hurting people?"

A figure in the room moved, and said with a smile: "The fortune-telling of the poor way depends on the fate. If there is a destiny, Anu will not hurt half of his vellus hair. If there is no destiny, he will force his way, so I don't blame the poor way."

What fate does a snake know?

I'm afraid it's not a way to play tricks and drive up the price.

But she came all the time, and went down without any results, wasting her half-day climbing the mountain road.

Fang Su said: "I don't know if there is any fate between this Marquis and Anu?"

The figure said: "Anu has nothing to do with Fang Su."

Fang Su looked at the man with a half-smile, and slowly touched the pattern on his sword hilt.

This is not a threat, just an unconscious move, but in the eyes of others, it is no different from a threat.

The figure said again: "But Pindao is destined to be Pingyanghou, Lord Marquis, please."

"Anu, go back."

The snake tilted its head, and retreated into the shadows.

Surrounded by the aroma of peach blossoms, there is a faint smell of blood.

It's very faint, if Fang Su hadn't been on the battlefield for a long time, he wouldn't be able to smell it at all.

I'm afraid that those who have neither fate nor influence, but who want to force their way in, will become the fertilizer of this peach blossom.

But she didn't stop and walked in.

The room was very clean, there were two cups of steaming tea on the table, and a game of chess that hadn't been played yet.

The Taoist priest is very young and very handsome. His blue and gray cloth clothes do not look shabby, but on the contrary, he looks a bit like a fairy.

"Your Majesty." The Taoist gave a salute, "The poor Daoist cleans the north."

Fang Zuo walked up to him, picked up the teacup casually, and said, "For this marquis?"

"Yes."

Fang Su raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "The Taoist priest knows that this queen is coming?"

Jing Beidao: "Today, after a fortune-telling, there are distinguished guests coming."

"How does the Taoist priest know who he is?"

"The honorable guest wants to go west, and you are the same as the prince. With such a prominent status, the only one who goes to the west is the king of Pingyang, because the prince's fiefdom is in the west-Cutzhou."

Fang Su played with the teacup and said, "It's interesting." She lifted her robe and sat down, Jing Bei saw her sitting down, and then she sat down, not so much to observe etiquette as to please her.

Although this kind of flattery is deliberate, it is useful.

"Hou Ye is twenty one this year?"

Fang Su said: "The Daoist figured it out clearly."

Jing Bei shook his head and said: "No, it's not calculated by Pindao. Pindao met Hou Ye in his early years, but Hou Ye Xu doesn't remember anymore."

Fang Su nodded and said, "Indeed."

"At that time, Pindao was only fifteen years old, and Lord Hou was very young. Back then, Lord Hou had a hand-to-hand negotiation with Master Pindao, and Lord Hou finally won. But Master Hou couldn't figure it out. How to win when the first step is to kill, today, I hope Lord Hou can clear up the confusion for Pindao. Pindao is willing to devote all his life's knowledge to make a fortune for Lord Hou."

Fang Su's chess game was not played by her at first, but by the emperor.

Five years ago, the emperor was not the emperor, the emperor was just a king with a different surname. The master who traveled to Zhongzhou played against the emperor by accident in a teahouse. The emperor was busy with official duties, so he left in the middle of the game, and his younger brother did the rest. However, the opponent didn't know how to play chess very well, and he lost half of the game, and couldn't bear to lose face, so he pulled Fang Su over to fill up the number and finish the game on his behalf.

Fang Su won, and he won very gloriously.

That year was only sixteen years old, and while talking and laughing, he already had the demeanor of the later famous military lord.

But after thinking about it for five years, he couldn't figure out how Fang Su won.

"I don't know Lord Hou, what do you think?"

Fang Su smelled the tea, the aroma was tangy, she just dipped the corner of her mouth with the tea, and said, "How many years can the Taoist priest count?"

"The first 100 years, the next 20 years, there is no mistake."

Fang Su said: "Then, doesn't the Taoist master know the winner or loser of this game?"

Jing Bei was taken aback.

"You never counted?"

"Yes... yes." Jing Bei said in a dazed voice.

He looks like a shrewd person, how could he be so stupid?

"If you can really calculate so accurately, it would be good to calculate the result sooner. Why bother with it for so many years?"

Jing Bei pinched the hem of his clothes with his hands, but didn't speak.

"Respecting the master's chess skills is good, but his temperament is unstable. He despises the powerful and has no fear. It's a pity that he is afraid of me."

"What are you afraid of, Master Hou?"

"Maybe it's because I'm afraid that I will draw my sword." Fang Su still smiled.

She intentionally suppressed the murderous aura and malevolence on her body, but when she was a teenager, she didn't hide her edge like a sharp blade out of its scabbard, revealing her sharpness, even the hostility from the battlefield, she didn't take that she had seen before. The Taoist priests, who are all children of noble and elegant families, were terrified, and there were many loopholes in the chess they played.

"As for you, Daoist, you are still young, so you are not supposed to be teasing. I am afraid that when the Daoist knows the identity of His Majesty, his mind will not be on the chessboard."

Every move I made was afraid of being disrespectful and causing dissatisfaction with the nobles. Such caution, of course, missed many details in the chess game. When the chess game was over, I didn't understand how Fang Su won.

Jing Bei was speechless.

Fang Su put down the teacup, looked at the handsome Taoist leader, and said boringly: "The confusion is solved, so there is no need to forget the hexagram."

She was bored on the way, so she came to the Taoist temple on a whim, but she didn't expect to be so boring when she arrived.

She nodded towards Jingbei and said: "Thank you, Taoist priest, for the tea." She got up and left.

Jing Bei chased him out, and said, "Your Majesty, do you still want to go west? Go to Qilian?"

Fang Su held down the sword, but this time he really wanted to kill.

If such a person can really figure out the route, it is okay to use it for oneself, but there will be endless troubles if used by the enemy.

"What if it is? What if it isn't?"

"The evil star is in the west," Jing Bei said, "Master Hou, it's better not to go."

"Shaxing?"

"Things that hit each other."

"What does the Daoist mean, this thing will be kept for a lifetime?"

"If you kill him, everything will be safe, if you hide, you will be safe forever."

Fang Su laughed suddenly, completely startling the birds on the branches above their heads.

"Master Hou?"

Fang Su drew out his sword and pointed it at Jing Bei's neck impartially.

Jing Bei was taken aback for a moment, his face turned even paler, but he didn't dare to move.

This is a strangely shaped sword, the blade is made of something unknown, but it is dark red, as if it was made from drinking human blood.

"So far, I don't know how many people I have killed before I got into this marquis's hands. In this way, Zhi Sha is also a evil star. But Zhi Sha has been by my side for more than three years. It has never been maintained, but it has never rusted."

"This Marquis thinks that something that can be called evil has some advantages. If the evil star can be used by this Marquis, then if it wants to harm this Marquis,"

She flew over with a sword, Jingbei closed her eyes subconsciously, and when she opened them again, her neck was still there, but a peach blossom was falling on her shoulders.

This is Fang Su's warning.

Not only was she showing her attitude towards the so-called evil star, but she was also telling him to be more peaceful.

"Then I will take this sword and cut off her head, to see whether it is the so-called evil star Sha, or the evil that I stopped killing."

The demon sword stops killing, meaning to control violence with violence, stop execution with punishment, stop killing with killing, there are countless dead souls under the sword.

I don't know how many high-spirited generals who have made great achievements in battle were backlashed by this legendary sword, but now they are safe and sound in the hands of this 21-year-old young military lord.

To order Zhisha to surrender, there is only a stronger murderous intent than Zhisha.

Fang Su had already left the yard, but she could only see her black brocade dress, which was particularly conspicuous in the green grass.

Jingbei's hands were cold, and he touched the peach blossoms on his shoulders tremblingly. As soon as he touched them, they immediately became dozens of pieces.

The flakes are the same size and similar in shape.

This Marquis...

If it is said to be the emperor's weapon, it is better to say it is a murder weapon.

He finally understood the master's fear back then.

……

Fang Su poured a glass of wine, which she liked better than tea.

Tea makes people sober, but wine does not. It can make people drowsy, forget their worries, and relieve pain.

She touched her back, it was a little wet, and the wound seemed to be open.

"Lord Hou?" Someone outside the carriage asked softly.

Fang Su casually stuffed a handful of spices into the incense burner, and then said lazily, "What's the matter?"

This was a tacit consent to let her in. The sergeant opened the curtain and said, "Master Hou, there are two official roads ahead, Qilian and Lin Zhi, but they are both in disrepair. I don't know which one Master Hou will take?"

"Which one is closer to Guzhou?"

"It's basically the same, except that there are some families near the Qilian official road. If Hou Ye thinks the carriage is uncomfortable, they can still live in the village."

Fang Su held his wine glass, smiled slowly, and said, "Let's go to Qilian."

She really wanted to see what the so-called evil star was.