Lanke Chess Edge

Taoist Qingsong's appearance has not changed much from before, but his temperament and appearance have changed greatly. His Taoist robe is elegant and his sword is on his back, his arm is like tassels, and the other hand is holding two heads and that With a calm expression, all the sergeants who saw this Taoist coming knew that it must be an expert, and at this time and place, it was most likely someone from Dazhen's side.

Before Taoist Qingsong approached the barracks, Du Changsheng and several disciples were already waiting at the entrance of the barracks. Soldiers and generals gathered around to watch, and a familiar school captain asked Du Changsheng.

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

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

"The person who came must be my master Dazhen. The objects in his hands are two heads, but I don't know which two monsters in the enemy camp they are!"

Just as Du Changsheng finished speaking, Taoist Qingsong's voice was heard from afar.

"Pindao has just come to the northern border, and of course he doesn't know who these two scoundrels are. Only the master of the state can tell them apart. Last night, he killed them in a hurry, and he didn't ask anything."

With the lingering sound of his words, Taoist Qingsong slightly exceeded the speed of his visual senses, as if he had crossed a hundred steps to the front of the barracks in a dozen or so steps, and with a flick of his right hand, two heads had been thrown on the ground On the ground, he rolled to the side, and at the same time Taoist Qingsong also saluted Du Changsheng, which was slightly different from the usual salute.

"The poor Daoist Qi Xuan, the Daoist name is Qingsong, and he has practiced for many years and is ignorant of world affairs. This time, I, Dazhen, and Zuyue have a dispute over the number of days. I am here to help!"

Du Changsheng didn't dare to be negligent, and returned the gift with his disciples.

"My humble Du Changsheng, I have a small official position in the court and enjoy the imperial salary. Thank you, Daoist Qingsong, for your help."

As he spoke, Du Changsheng looked at the head on the ground, and then sneered.

"Both of these two are heretics, but they also have some skills. In addition to the other two heads this morning, the 'Four Immortals of the Forest Valley' are reunited. Hmph, it's very good! Come inside, please, come to my camp and talk."

Of course, Taoist Qingsong would not refuse, but his eyes glanced at the happy or curious faces around him. These are the soldiers of the Northern Army of Dazheng. There were bloodstains on the torn armor, but the death energy lingered on their bodies, showing that their fate was more or less fatal.

With a secret sigh in his heart, Taoist Qingsong followed Du Changsheng to the camp.

On the way, a rickety old woman appeared to salute and greet, a strong and exaggerated man appeared to greet with a monstrous aura, and there were also seniors with normal cultivation who came to greet. Although Taoist Qingsong saw that some of the ways were not very correct, Here is a camp, and they all return politely.

After taking photos, Daoist Qingsong followed Du Changsheng to the camp. It was rare for a person who seemed to be a real expert to come. Du Changsheng also received him very attentively, ordering him to follow him with tea and snacks.

Taoist Qingsong never refused to come, and after drinking some tea and eating some snacks, he suddenly asked.

"By the way, my lord, where is Mrs. Bai?"

Du Changsheng was slightly taken aback, and frowned in confusion.

"Madam Bai? Who is it?"

"Uh, has Mrs. Bai never been to the camp? Oh, Mrs. Bai is a female cultivator of immortality with profound morality. I have seen Pindao in person, he 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. Du Changsheng was slightly uncomfortable with that gaze. Just now, he found that Taoist Qingsong would observe him carefully from time to time. He thought he was just curious at first, but now why? so.

‘Could it be that Taoist Qingsong still has a habit of breaking sleeves? '

Even today's Du Changsheng couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, Daoist Qingsong, is there something wrong with Du Mou?"

"Ah? Oh, the national teacher is worrying too much..."

Taoist Qingsong was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized and explained quickly.

"Pindao has an old problem. When he sees a strange face or aura of fate, he can't help but want to make a fortune for the other party. Du Guoshi's immortal face is outstanding, and he is a bit itchy to see Pindao..."

Du Changsheng knew the elegant meaning after hearing the strings, so of course he understood what Taoist Qingsong meant. He probably patted his horse through fortune telling. Dazhen practiced rituals, and among the practitioners, he was the spokesperson for the court's aura, and there were quite a few people who flattered him. Although Taoist Qingsong was an expert, since he was involved in Dazhen's affairs, his aura would inevitably involve his practice. The relationship is still very beneficial.

And Du Changsheng also wanted to get closer to Taoist Qingsong, after all, the new Taoist priest he liked the most in the camp now.

"Okay, then please trouble Taoist Master Qingsong to do a fortune-telling for Du. Speaking of which, Du has never measured his fortune since he entered the practice, hehehe."

"Hahaha, that's good, Pindao will count a hexagram for the national teacher, and ask the national teacher not to use too much mana to disturb the aura, this is accurate!"

"That's natural!"

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

Daoist Qingsong showed joy. Of course there are strange faces among ordinary people, but how can there be many? The vicinity of Yunshan has long been unable to satisfy him. This time he came to the northern border to help the Northern Army, and he was able to tell the fortune of Dazhen State Master , This trip is worthwhile, absolutely worthwhile trip, think about it, the hexagrams of ordinary people are not as curious as the hexagrams of practitioners!

"Okay, okay, wonderful, wonderful..."

Du Changsheng watched Taoist Qingsong neither make formulas nor use any objects to make hexagrams, and he didn't even mention his mana, he just looked there with his naked eyes and said "good" and "miaomiao".

"Uh, Daoist Qingsong, what's so good about it, what's so wonderful about it?"

"Hahaha, of course the good thing is that the face of the practitioner is good, and the beauty is the beauty of the face of the practitioner. Judging by the face of the national teacher, you and I are indeed people of the same path. We must have been beaten many times by mortals, right? Hahaha, to tell the truth from the national teacher, Pindao almost broke his leg back then..."

Du Changsheng's tranquil expression froze immediately.

"Hehe, the Daoist was joking, Du Mou has never had such an experience..."

"Hey, I understand, the poor will definitely not talk nonsense!"

Qingsong's face was a little serious, and he also realized that he had lost his composure, so he hurried on.

"Let's talk about the fate of the national teacher. The national teacher is worthy of being a gift of heaven and man. The fate of the national teacher becomes more mysterious and unclear in the future. It shows that the practice of the national teacher is infinitely changing..."

"oh?"

Du Changsheng smiled again, suppressing his previous discomfort for now, and asked with his beard.

"Appreciate further details!"

"Well, Guoshi Du is the pillar of the Dazhen court. It connects Guozuo's energy and the cultivation of the middle school. The role of the national teacher is not small. Well, if the poor Taoist has something to say, the national teacher should not be angry!"

Du Changsheng frowned, nodded and said.

"But it's okay to talk!"

"Will the national teacher be angry?"

"Can Du's words be false? You and I are both monks. Could it be that you want Du to make an oath?"

Du Changsheng was also amused by this Taoist, and the a little bit of depression just now disappeared. This person is quite sincere.

"Hey, the national teacher's words are serious, there is no need to do so!"

Taoist Qingsong was relieved, but after thinking about it, he secretly pinched a immovable mountain imprint visualized in the magic method of heaven and earth in his sleeve to prevent accidents. How much, and then Daoist Qingsong said.

"Pimply speaking, the state teacher's practice is mysterious and unpredictable. In fact, it means that the upper limit is extremely high, and the lower limit is also the same. It is very important to be in the middle of the court and hold your heart."

Du Changsheng nodded in agreement and stroked his beard.

"That's right, some elders and masters once warned Du in the same way, and the Taoist priest can see it clearly, so Du has been cultivating himself for many years, keeping his heart and mind in one place, and being in the government and the field is like sitting in a mountain forest!"

Taoist Qingsong listened well, but he frowned more and more when he heard this, and couldn't help but speak bluntly.

"Hey national teacher, you are not doing very well with your heart and mind. It is a good thing that I am not your elder, otherwise I will say this to you, and it will be a slap in the face."

"you……"

Du Changsheng almost lost his composure with a touch of his finger, he only felt that his blood was surging, Taoist Qingsong hurriedly said.

"Cultivate the body and cultivate the character, cultivate the body and cultivate the character!"

Du Changsheng took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Hehe, what the Taoist priest said is true, one must cultivate one's self-cultivation, I think we should talk about the frontline warfare!"

"Hey, the teacher's words are wrong. I haven't finished the calculation of the poor way. The fate of the teacher is very promising, and there is a lot to say!"

Du Changsheng frowned.

"But Du doesn't want to hear it anymore!"

"Look, National Teacher, what the poor Taoist said just now, you are still far behind, no, I don't want to listen to it after a few words, forget it all, if I don't finish talking, the poor Taoist will be in a panic. If you don't finish talking, the national teacher can beat me up, and the poor will never fight back!"

Du Changsheng was really laughed at, but looking at this Taoist's appearance again, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, is this Taoist serious?

...

Half an hour later, Du Changsheng walked out of the tent with an ugly expression on his face, hurriedly walked to the school grounds, and kept taking deep breaths towards the sky, so he didn't get angry.

Du Changsheng could feel that Taoist Qingsong was very sincere, every word he said was sincere, and he couldn't hate him, but it had nothing to do with whether he was angry or not. He really almost hit someone just now, so he couldn't help it.

Taoist Qingsong felt that some words were unpleasant, so he said them all in one go, and seeing Taoist Qingsong's refreshed face, Du Changsheng became even angrier.

But after taking a dozen deep breaths, Du Changsheng couldn't help but think about what Taoist Qingsong said, why he was angry, was it because some deficiencies or even unbearable points were pointed out sharply, without leaving any room for mercy.

"call……"

Du Changchang exhaled a long breath, temporarily calming down, and then at this moment, Taoist Qingsong's voice came from afar.

"National teacher, the poor Taoist said that he can beat you up as much as he wants, do you still want to beat him? You can go to rest if you don't beat the poor Taoist."

The word "roll" was barely uttered, Du Changsheng turned towards the tent in the distance with a stiff face, and said via voice transmission.

"The Taoist priest has gone to rest since then..."

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

"Loyalty is harsh!"