Lanke Chess Edge

While the others at the banquet were still exchanging cups, King Jin quietly walked to his teacher Li Mushu's side.

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"Teacher, tonight Big Brother seems to have annoyed the royal father, so he came to me temporarily..."

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"Shh... Don't say it, His Royal Highness King Jin, you don't know."

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Li Mushu looked in the direction of the emperor over there, his words were light but heavy, and the King of Jin believed him very much.

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"By the way, is Yin Jieyuan still used to eating at this king's family banquet?"

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King Jin faced Yin Zhaoxian on the other side of Li Mushu. At least on the surface, he was not very cautious, and he quickly put down his chopsticks and surrendered to King Jin.

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"Thank you, Your Highness, for your invitation. It's delicious food and wine, but this stool is still hot..."

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Seeing that Yin Zhaoxian was actually joking, King Jin nodded with a smile.

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"Yin Jieyuan, don't be restrained. The court and the opposition in the capital all know my temperament. The friends I invite have no important official positions. They can't be regarded as forming a party for personal gain. You are naturally white."

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These words just came out of King Jin's mouth. Yin Zhaoxian's spine felt hot when he heard it, but he felt a little more at ease.

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"Haha, when it comes to the hot stool, the storyteller over there is even worse than you."

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Yin Zhaoxian is often no more than a table table seven or eight feet away, so the storyteller obviously doesn't even dare to drink tea.

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The emperor didn't know about this meeting at all. From an ordinary person's point of view, there were two immortals in this banquet hall. This meeting was asking Mr. Storyteller what happened to mortals after they died.

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"Mr. Wang knows if people really go to the underworld after death? Where is the underworld located?"

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The storyteller's name is Wang Li. Facing the emperor for such a period of time is more tiring than performing ventriloquism for several times.

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"If you go back to the sage, I have heard that the Yin Si is the dwelling place of the soul, and there will be emissaries to lead the way before death. It is not clear where the next mortal is. I have also heard that it seems to have some relationship with the city gods in various places. The great gods will judge a person's achievements in the past and determine the outcome after death, after all, there are judges in the temple."

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The emperor stroked his beard and drank the wine, thinking about it in his heart, and asked the storyteller again with a smile.

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"The few people have also read a lot of historical materials. The city gods in various places also recommended temples for the villagers. There are also officials of the dynasty who were virtuous and talented after their deaths. The ancestor Zhengyuan Emperor also ordered the city gods to appear. But they are all clay sculptures, how can there be any righteous gods."

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Mr. Storyteller didn't know how to answer at all. He wandered around to collect stories, and he also had some special knowledge. He would not dare to judge the words of the emperor or the city god.

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The emperor also asked whether there were real immortals in the famous fairy mountains, whether there really was a dragon palace in the rivers and seas, and whether there was a way to attract some gods and immortals to see them. The dialogue made the emperor not very satisfied.

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After a while, the emperor finally let go of the storyteller and ordered someone to move the screen back to its original position and let the storyteller continue to tell the story.

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Ji Yuan and Lao Long had already walked from the round table to the screen. Looking at the storyteller's back, it was obviously cold, but he was already wet with sweat.

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The old dragon smiled and said:

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"Among mortals, this person is considered to be well-informed, and he has answered all the ghosts, spirits and spirits to the point."

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The old emperor was dissatisfied with the storyteller's somewhat ambiguous answer, but Ji Yuan and Lao Long looked at the storyteller differently. For example, there was a place where "wild ghosts" entangled people to ask for "water rice", and the "porridge stand chopsticks" turned their backs on their backs. The native method poured out of the house, this storyteller said very interesting.

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Ji Yuan also smiled.

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"It's a pity that what the emperor wants to know is not this kind of folk trail, what he wants is to become immortal, and what he wants is immortality!"

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"Hehe, he has all the benefits of the world, but he is not satisfied. This is the king of the world!"

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Lao Long said this, but there is no irony, but a statement of facts.

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The emperor returned to eat and drink, and the back kitchen kept bringing hot new dishes.

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Dazhen has always had the habit of keeping the year old. For example, in this palace of the King of Jin, there are wines, dishes and programs. The banquet needs to last until the child's hour, and the back kitchen will be busy until after the child's hour. Anyway, when the prince and the sage put down chopsticks, the dishes must be hot.

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By the end of Hai Shi, Ji Yuan had already felt the turbulent atmosphere between heaven and earth. Obviously, there were indeed different changes when the old and the new alternated.

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"The hour is coming, Jingli!"

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A servant shouted loudly at the door. Hearing this sound, even the emperor put down his chopsticks, and the lutes and lutes in the house stopped one after another, waiting for the new year to come.

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Ji Yuan and Lao Long were already out of the house. The former opened his eyes wide and looked at the sky and the earth. In the gray mist, there was clear air that was accumulating and rising, while the turbid air was dissipating as it descended, as if a new space was torn between heaven and earth. , and it seems that the curtain rises to the sky with the clear air hanging from the clouds.

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The aura of humanity in the entire Gyeonggi Prefecture also continued to rise, as if hitting the gray fog in the air, causing the turbid to rise and roll over.

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"It turns out that this is saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new!"

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Ji Yuan sighed full of emotion.

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Lao Long also opened his eyes wide to look at the sky and the earth, but at most he could feel a special kind of throbbing. He clearly felt that what Ji Yuan saw was absolutely different from what he saw, but it was hard to ask what he saw.

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"Crackling, crackling, crackling..."

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The sound of firecrackers began to sound in the capital, and it became more and more dense. Even at the gate of the Prince of Jin's residence, some servants lit long firecrackers.

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There may be no fireworks in this era, otherwise the sky over Gyeonggi Prefecture would be dazzling.

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Watching the change of heaven and earth once a year, the Qi of the five elements in Jiyuan's body is also driven to become more active, and there are even five colors in the eyes, ears, nose, nose and other apertures in the breath. The atrium of King Jin is as warm as spring.

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The old dragon took two steps away with a strange expression on his face.

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No wonder he didn't want to go to the Water Mansion because of his fate. It turned out that he could cultivate even after the change of the year. It really is a wonderful method, and he has never heard of it.

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And although this burst of heat is just warmth, it contains a feeling that makes the body of a real dragon fear, and it seems to be another powerful technique.

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An ivy sword has long been flying by itself, and it seems to be able to see what it sees when it communicates with Jiyuan. It scurries in the sky, capturing the clear air for Jiyuan. With the immortal sword stirring in the sky, there is immediately a cloud of air. Sweep down.

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Although it is insignificant in the whole world, it has a unique breath and rhythm that rolls through it.

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Several pieces of chess pieces have already appeared, and the cloud qi is quickly guided into Ji Yuan's body under the attraction of it and directly pours into the mountains and rivers of artistic conception, which is pulled by the Dan furnace.

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The true Samadhi fire in the furnace is like a furnace of ordinary fire filled with nourishing qi, and it overflows from the eyes of the stars in the furnace body.

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At this moment, Ji Yuan's whole body became even hotter, and even Lao Long subconsciously took another half step back, and all the snow and ice in the garden of Jin Wangfu melted...

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"The Spring Festival Spring Festival, the Yuanshuo of Spring, the fresh air leads the New Year, and all things are alive!"

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Lao Long was still in shock when he heard Ji Yuan say this out of nowhere.

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As if realizing something, Lao Long looked down at his side and found that in the atrium garden of the palace, some vegetation had already branched and grown in a short period of time, and some had even buds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and were just about to bloom.

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"Mr. Ji, you..."

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Before Lao Long could finish his words of shock, a servant who was passing by the palace delivering food suddenly screamed.

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"Ah...! It's blooming in the garden! The flowers in the garden are blooming, the garden, really... ah!"

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The female servant's words were incoherent, and then the servants came to take a closer look with a lantern. Sure enough, the garden was full of green and even red flowers.

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"Really! It's really blooming!"

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"Auspiciousness from heaven, auspiciousness from heaven!"

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The screams of the people below also vaguely spread to the inside of the banquet hall, but it was so noisy that the people inside could not hear it clearly.

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The people in my house were shouting on such a day, which made King Jin frown, for fear that his father would be unhappy.

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But before he had time to ask the guilt, the steward trotted into the banquet hall and told the reason why people were excited.

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Emperor Yuande was the first to stand up.

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"Is there such a thing?"

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Others also had expressions of disbelief, but the steward was full of assurances.

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"Go back to the sage, go back to the lord, this matter is absolutely true, open the door and go out and see it, if it is false, remove the villain's head!"

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"Okay! Let's go and see!"

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Regardless of the emperor or the guests, they all stood up impatiently.

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"Your Majesty, put it on quickly!"

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The queen took the emperor's cloak from the servants, and the latter hurriedly put it on and went straight to the door of the banquet hall. Naturally, the others did not dare to walk in front of the emperor.

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The servants of the palace held lanterns to guide the light in front, and a group of guests followed, and within seven or eight breaths, they had already entered the atrium garden.

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Looking around, as expected, in the atrium, the ice and snow melted and green, and there were even red flowers blooming secretly and fragrant.

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"There is such a thing, there is such a thing!"

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The emperor muttered to himself in amazement, and the other guests couldn't restrain their shock.

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"Your Majesty, this is auspiciousness from heaven! It is an image of auspiciousness!"

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"Today's banquet really didn't come for nothing!"

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"Congratulations to the Holy Highness, congratulations to His Royal Highness King Jin!"

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"God bless me Dazhen!"

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In the compliment ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the emperor seemed to be thinking of something, looked around and suddenly shouted.

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"I am Emperor Dazhen Yuande. If there is a goddess here, and I would like to see you, the widow will build a temple for you and give you an eternal enjoyment of the incense in the world!"

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Ji Yuan and Lao Long, who were almost close to Emperor Yuande, were also stunned. The latter looked at Ji Yuan with a smile, while the former shook his head helplessly.

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"Let's go, there's nothing to see here."

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Ji Yuan said this, and walked towards Yin Zhaoxian, who also came out of the crowd. With a flick of his finger, a small remnant of fresh air was poured into his forehead, and his spirit was bright.

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Yin Zhaoxian was originally horrified by the changes in the garden, but in vain, he seemed to be watered by a clear spring without appearing to be cold, and his popularity was refreshing.

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Under Haoran's righteousness, his eyes blurred for a while, and he vaguely saw the two of them walking away, and their backs were somewhat familiar.

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Taking a closer look, the blurring was gone, the palace was still in front of me, and there was no back.

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"Is that Mr. Ji?"

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Li Mushu, who was close, heard the murmur, and looked sideways at Yin Zhaoxian, only to feel that he was clear and distinguished.

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As for the emperor's repeated shouts, naturally no gods responded.