Lanke Chess Edge

The appearance of Taoist Qingsong has not changed much from before, but the changes in temperament and appearance have been too great. The Taoist robe is elegant and the long sword is behind his back, and the dust brush and arms are like tassel. In addition, the two heads held in the other hand and the With an indifferent expression, the sergeant who saw the Taoist coming over knew that it must be an expert, and at this time and place, it was most likely someone from Dazhen's side.

Before Qingsong Daoist approached the barracks, Du Changsheng was already waiting at the entrance of the barracks with several disciples. The surrounding soldiers and officers also gathered to watch, and a familiar captain asked Du Changsheng.

"National teacher, is it my Dazhen master who came over there?"

Du Changsheng didn't have much air, he nodded and smiled.

"The comer must be my Dazhen master, and the objects in his hands are two heads, but I don't know which two demons in the enemy camp!"

Du Changsheng's voice just fell, and Daoist Qingsong's voice had already come from afar.

"Pin Dao came to the North for the first time, and of course he didn't know who these two evil obstacles were. He could only be identified by the National Teacher. He killed him in a hurry last night and didn't ask anything."

With the lingering voice of his words, Taoist Qingsong slightly exceeded the speed of his visual senses, as if he had already reached the barracks in a dozen steps. On the ground, he rolled to one side, and at the same time, Taoist Qingsong also gave Du Changsheng a slightly different Taoist salute than the usual one.

"The poor Taoist Qi Xuan, the Taoist name is Qingsong, and he has practiced for many years and is ignorant of the world. This time, it is considered that my Dazhen and Zu Yue have a long-term dispute, and I came here to help!"

Du Changsheng didn't dare to neglect, and returned the salute with his disciples.

"My lord, Du Changsheng, holds an official position in the imperial court and enjoys a royal salary. I would like to thank Daoist Qingsong for his help."

Speaking, Du Changsheng looked at the head on the ground, and then sneered.

"These two people are both followers of the right side, but they also have some skills. In addition to the other two heads this morning, the 'Four Immortals of Lin Gu' have reunited, hum, it's very good! Oh, I neglect the Taoist master, hurry up Come in, please, come to my tent and talk."

Of course, Taoist Qingsong would not refuse, but his eyes swept the surrounding faces, happy or curious. These are the soldiers of the Northern Army of Dazhenzheng. They have perseverance on their weathered faces. There were bloodstains on the torn armor, but the death energy lingered around them, showing that their fate was more ominous than good.

With a sigh in his heart, Taoist Qingsong went to the camp with Du Changsheng.

On the way, there were rickety old women who showed up to greet each other, some strong and exaggerated men appeared to greet each other with a demonic aura, and some normal practitioners came to greet them. Although Daoist Qingsong saw that some of them were not very correct, but Everyone here is a camp, and they all return their gifts politely.

After taking a photo of each other, Daoist Qingsong followed Du Changsheng to the camp. It was rare to find someone who seemed to be a real expert. Du Changsheng received him very attentively, and ordered people to follow him with tea and snacks.

Daoist Qingsong did not refuse anyone who came. After drinking some tea and some snacks, he suddenly asked.

"By the way, Master National Teacher, where's Madam Bai?"

Du Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then frowned in confusion.

"Mrs. Bai? Who is it?"

"Uh, Mrs. Bai has never been to the camp? Oh, Mrs. Bai is a female cultivator with a high level of Taoism. Before entering the realm of Qizhou, when the poor Taoist was bathed in starlight at night, Mrs. Bai once I have seen Pindao in person, and his people also came to the north to help. Daoxing is much better than me, so he should have arrived long ago."

Du Changsheng shook his head.

"I really haven't seen it, maybe I don't want to show up for the time being?"

"maybe."

Taoist Qingsong thought about it, and then his eyes fell on Du Changsheng again. That gaze made Du Changsheng a little uncomfortable. Just now, he discovered that Taoist Qingsong would observe him carefully for a while from time to time. so.

'Could it be that this Taoist Qingsong has the habit of breaking his sleeves? ’

Even the current Du Changsheng couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, Daoist Qingsong, what's wrong with Du Mou?"

"Ah? Oh, the national teacher has been thinking too much..."

Daoist Qingsong was stunned for a moment, then he reacted immediately and hurriedly explained.

"Pin Dao is an old fault. When he sees a strange face or aura of fate, he can't help but want to count a hexagram for the other party. Du Guoshi's immortal style is outstanding, and looking at Pin Dao is a bit itchy..."

Du Changsheng heard the strings and knew the meaning of elegance, and of course he understood what the Taoist Qingsong meant. He presumably used fortune-telling to pat his horses. After all, this is a battle of qi and numbers. It is a great advantage for Dazhen to win. Dazhen practice sacrificial ceremony, among the cultivators, he is the spokesperson of the court's qishu, and there are many people who flatter. Although Qingsong Daoist is a master, since he is involved in the matter of Dazhen, qishu will inevitably involve the practice. relationship is still very good.

And Du Changsheng also wanted to get closer to Daoist Qingsong. After all, the most pleasing person in the camp is this new Daoist priest.

"Okay, then I will trouble Daoist Qingsong to calculate a hexagram for Du Mou. Since he entered the practice, Du Mou has never measured his own destiny, hehehe."

"Hahaha, that's good, the poor Taoist will make a hexagram for the national teacher, and also ask the national teacher not to use too much mana to disturb the gas phase, this is accurate!"

"That's natural!"

The two were polite and peaceful, Du Changsheng also restrained his mana, revealing a peaceful face, sitting cross-legged on the futon like a real immortal in silk fairy clothes.

Taoist Qingsong had a happy expression on his face. Of course, there are peculiar faces among ordinary people, but there are many of them. The vicinity of Yunshan has long been unable to satisfy him. This time, he came to the North to help the North Army, and he could even tell the fortune-telling of National Master Dazhen. , It is a worthwhile trip, it is absolutely worthwhile. When I think about it, how can the hexagrams of ordinary people be as curious as the hexagrams of cultivators!

"Good, good, wonderful, wonderful..."

Du Changsheng watched Daoist Qingsong neither make tricks nor make hexagrams with objects, and he didn't even mention his mana.

"Uh, Daoist Qingsong, what's good, what's good?"

"Hahaha, of course, the good thing is that the cultivator's appearance is good, and the wonderful thing is that the cultivator's appearance is wonderful, looking at the appearance of the national teacher, you and I are really the same people, must have been beaten many times by mortals, right? Hahaha, to tell the truth from the national teacher, Pindao almost broke his leg at the beginning..."

Du Changsheng's peaceful face immediately stiffened.

"Haha, the Taoist priest is joking, Du Mou has never had such an experience..."

"Hey, I understand, Pindao will definitely not talk nonsense!"

Qingsong's face was a little serious, and he realized that he was slightly rude, so he quickly went on.

"Let's talk about the fate of the national teacher. The national teacher is worthy of being a gift from heaven and man. The more the future is, the more mysterious the number of fate is, which shows that the national teacher's practice is infinitely changeable..."

"Oh?"

Du Changsheng showed a smile again, temporarily suppressed the previous discomfort, and asked with a beard.

"Appreciate further details!"

"Well, Du Guoshi is the pillar of the Dazhen court. He links Guozuo's qi and the cultivation context of the country. The role of the national teacher is not small. Well, there are some words from the poor Taoist, so don't be angry with the national teacher!"

Du Changsheng raised his brows and nodded.

"But it's okay to talk!"

"The national teacher won't be angry?"

"Can what Du Mou said be false? You and I are both monks, do you want Du Mou to make an oath?"

Du Changsheng was also amused by this man, and his anger just now disappeared. This man is quite sincere.

"Hey, the national teacher's words are serious, there is no need for this!"

Taoist Qingsong was relieved, but after thinking about it for a while, he still secretly pinched a seal in his sleeve to prevent unforeseen events. After a few pieces, Qingsongdao only spoke up.

"Pin Dao said that the practice of national masters is mysterious and infinitely changing. In fact, it means that the upper limit is extremely high, and the lower limit is the same. It is very important to be in the center of the court."

Du Changsheng nodded in agreement and stroked his beard.

"That's right, some elders and masters also warned Du Mou like this. The Taoist priest can understand it clearly, so Du Mou has cultivated his self-cultivation for many years, collected his thoughts, and kept his mind as one. Being in the government and the opposition is like sitting in the mountains and forests!"

Daoist Qingsong listened well, and when he heard this, his brows became tighter and he couldn't help speaking bluntly.

"Oh, the national teacher, you don't do a good job of keeping your heart as close as you can. It's a shame that I'm not your elder. Otherwise, I'll say this to you, and a scratch will be indispensable."

"you……"

Du Changsheng's fingers almost lost his temper, he only felt that his blood was surging a little, and Taoist Qingsong said quickly.

"Self-cultivation, self-cultivation!"

Du Changsheng took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Hehe, the Taoist priest is right, you have to cultivate one's self-cultivation, I think we should talk about the frontline war!"

"Hey, the words of the national teacher are too bad. The poor way has not finished the calculation. The fate of the national teacher is very promising, and there is a lot to talk about!"

Du Changsheng frowned.

"But Mr. Du doesn't want to hear it!"

"Look at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ National Teacher, what the poor Taoist said just now, you are still far away, no, you don't want to listen to it if you say a few words, it's all for it, don't finish the poor road. I'm so panicked, or I can beat me up after the national teacher, and the poor road will never fight back!"

Du Changsheng was really **** off, but looking at this person's appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. Is this person serious?

……

Half an hour later, Du Changsheng walked out of the tent with an ugly face, hurriedly walked to the school grounds, and kept breathing deeply into the sky.

Du Changsheng could feel that Taoist Qingsong was sincere, every word was sincere, and he couldn't hate it, but it had nothing to do with being angry or not.

Daoist Qingsong felt that some words were unpleasant, so he said it all in one go, and then seeing Daoist Qingsong's look refreshed, Du Changsheng was even more angry.

But after taking a dozen deep breaths, Du Changsheng couldn't help thinking about what Daoist Qingsong said, why he was angry, and it wasn't that some inadequacies or even unbearable points were pointedly pointed out, leaving no room for affection.

"Huh..."

Du Changchang exhaled a long breath, calming down temporarily, and then at this moment, the voice of Taoist Qingsong came from a distance.

"National teacher, Pindao said that you can be beaten for a meal. Are you still fighting? If you don't beat Pindao, you can go to rest."

The word "Roll" didn't roar out, Du Changsheng turned towards the tent in the distance with a stiff expression, and said.

"When the Taoist priest goes to rest..."

Taoist Qingsong walked out of Du Changsheng's tent, shook his head and whispered.

"Loyalty is hard to hear!"