The ancient pines sway, and the sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the mottled falls on the ground.

The light and dust fly.

When there was a slight sound, Geng Qing walked down the stone steps of the side hall and passed an old pine in front. He saw four young handsome scholars doing their own things and didn't care about Geng Qing's appearance at all.

"Geng Qing, I'm lucky to meet four of you."

Geng Qing was polite and polite, but the smile on his face didn't last long. The four scholars over there seemed to have not heard of it and were still doing their own thing.

"Four?" Geng Qing asked again tentatively, and the scholar holding the book over there shook his head as he looked at the book.

"A mortal will lie when he speaks, and if he keeps silent, there will be evil."

"No, no." Nearby, the scholar who had a twisted piece to the chessboard came over and muttered, "I can still save myself if I have a ulterior motive, but I'm afraid I can't turn back if I take a wrong step."

Among the other two, the scholar holding an umbrella suddenly stood up and opened the paper umbrella, and took one hand alone, walked past Lao Song with a resentful look, and sighed melancholy: "It's hard..."

The last person played with the squirrel in his palm, teased his soft belly, and smiled: "It's OK to change it."

The four of them were confused, which made Geng Qing frown even more and more. He raised his foot and took two steps forward, and raised his hand again.

"Four people, right in front of you, can you talk to me?"

As soon as the words came, Lao Pan's lower body suddenly became quiet. The four scholars all turned their faces, gathered together, and said in unison: "We are talking to you!"

The four of them swept their sleeves and looked at Geng Qing in front of them, shook their heads and sat back on the stone table with a sigh.

Geng Qing was even more confused, "Four people, come here recklessly. Can you tell me where this is and who is worshipped in the temple?"

The Four Scholars, look at me, I look at you, one of them turned around and pointed at the hall over there.

"Didn't the True Lord Lingxian write? Look at it myself."

The other three came over and started talking whispering.

"This man is stupid." "A gentleman should not talk about the right and wrong of others!" "I can't even hear the words in my words, alas, there is no cure!"

After a while of murmuring, the four of them sat upright, looked at Geng Qing with a solemn expression and sighed together, shook their heads and raised their sleeves and brushed them. Lao Song suddenly made a clamor.

Geng Qing felt a strong wind blowing on his face, making him unable to open his eyes, and his body was as light as if he had flew up.

When I opened my eyes, I was already outside the dark palace hall.

"It's so damn hell. He's a little confused and blown me out? No, he's a god..."

Geng Qing realized the problem and was about to step on the stone steps, but he took it back. He suddenly remembered that he had heard a story about a woodcutter meeting two old men playing chess in the mountains. After he finished watching the chess game, it had been decades since he went home.

‘Get out now!’

After all, there are so many wives and children in the family. Geng Qing couldn't give up these things, so he turned around and entered the hall behind him, walking all the way until he stepped out of the threshold, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

etc!

Geng Qing suddenly turned around and saw four clay statues standing on four divine platforms on the empty hall before, with handsome and serious faces, laughing and funny, holding a sword, a green umbrella, or holding a squirrel in his palm.

Seeing this scene, Geng Qing's hair stood up. Isn't these the four scholars just now?

He quickly folded his hands together and bowed, turned around and walked out. As soon as he reached the stone steps, his foot that had stepped out stopped again.

The Heavenly King Palace...aren't it the Four Heavenly Kings?

"Remember, it seems to be the Demon Liqing... the Demon Li..."

As he murmured, Geng Qing suddenly sounded in his ears: "Wrong!" He came to his senses, his eyes flashed, and in the open hall door opposite, four clay sculptures seemed to move, and slowly turned their heads.

There are different sounds overlapping.

Valley

"We are four people, Wang Feng, Ma Liu, Zhang Ti, Zhao Tang!"

The sound was like a bronze bell falling heavily, and the heavy palace gate was in front of his vision, dragging thick dust without wind, and it rang out with a loud bang.

When ~~

It was like a dusk bell echoing in my ears. Geng Qing's vision was getting farther and farther away in the bells. The mountain gate was farther away, the forest was farther away, and the cave quickly retreated until the moment when the vision was difficult to keep up.

Geng Qing screamed "Ah!" and suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

The surroundings are still in front of my father Geng Youxi's tomb, but it is already dusk, and the setting sun is shining through the dense branches and leaves.

Listening to the gentle singing of birds in the forest, Geng Qing breathed a sigh of relief, held his father's tombstone and stood up, raised his hand and brushed his sleeves, and looked at the group of people coming from Xiaolou with a slightly face.

"I just had a dream, no fuss, I retreated!"

He waved the guards, Jiuyu, Dou Wei and others who came to hear the sound, and Geng Qing calmed down and looked at the empty feet and the bushes in front of him, but he felt quite disappointed.

The red fox has never appeared at all, let alone become a sperm.

He went to open the bushes, and there was no path at all. Even if he forced himself to pass through them, he would come to the mountain, and there was no short hole.

‘It’s really a daydream.’

Touching the cold mountain rocks, Geng Qing sighed, and finally gave up looking for the place he dreamed of.

"Dad, you see, it's really hard to be a human being. If you accidentally fall asleep, you'll dream of becoming a god. You must have wanted to do something too much." Geng Qing smiled and touched his father's tombstone. The smile on his face suddenly froze. The memory just now was frozen on the four scholars of the old Panasonic and the other party's words to himself.

A mortal will lie when he speaks, and if he keeps silent, he will be in trouble.

There is still a way to save yourself if you have a ulterior motive, but you are afraid that you will not be able to turn back if you take a wrong step.

Difficult...

It can be changed.

......

Is it hard to change my mind?

When attacking the Khitan, was it because he was trying to persuade me?

Geng Qing couldn't think of this question for a moment, so he returned to the yard of the small building over there and quietly attracted Jiuyu.

"How long have I slept? What happened in the middle?"

Jiuyu looked at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong? You left alone, and we followed from afar, watching you fall asleep in front of my father's grave, that's all."

"......that's nothing, it might be a dream."

Geng Qing hoped that it was not a dream. If the Four Heavenly Kings were alive, it would be better. He raised his eyes and said that in the courtyard, the little red fox seemed to be still happily playing with stones in the courtyard, holding it in front of him.

More than ten years have passed, and the yard is full of yellow leaves, so where are there any foxes?

Finally, he looked at the courtyard. Geng Qing had dinner at the third wife's house, talked about some trivial family matters in and out of the village, and refused the old man's kindness to let him stay overnight. He left the village entrance and looked back at the village where he lived, and bowed down.

After a while, he turned over and whispered: "Let's go..."

In the low and dumb words, Geng Qing's words suddenly stopped, his eyes stopped half an inch above the cuff, with a slight light red that was invisible.

"Dazhu, what's wrong?" Jiuyu turned his horse's head and asked.

"It's nothing." Geng Qing curled his lips slightly, and carefully twisted the light red and put it in a small bag to seal it. He turned toward him, and smiled even more. He looked at the torches lit by the infantrymen.

"Let's go, it's time to do our business. Don't let Yelu Abaoji wait in a hurry!"
Chapter completed!