In the exquisite house near the river, Yu Changkong sat in the house with a chessboard in front of him. He each held a piece and played against himself.
Sifang yawned. Although his young master looks pleasing to the eye, watching him play chess with himself can really make people sleepy.
He looked at Daqiong, who was sitting cross-legged at the door, forming a mudra with his hands and reciting the inner strength and mental method silently.
Uncle Qian came in from outside the courtyard, stood up straight, and bowed his hands to Uncle Qian.
"Sir." Uncle Qian held a scroll in his hand.
Yu Changkong didn't even raise his head. He hummed and asked, "But have they sealed the golden statue?"
"Don't worry, young master, it has been sealed and can be sent to Qingping Temple in the afternoon. It will not delay the consecration of the code tomorrow." Uncle Qian said with a smile.
Yu Changkong raised his head and slightly curled his lips: "That's good."
Uncle Qian looked at his sparkling eyes and felt a little nostalgic for a moment. The young master's eyes could be seen again, just like the young lady's eyes when she was alive.
Yu Changkong saw the old servant's expression of nostalgia, his smile faded slightly, and his eyes fell on the scroll in his hand: "Is there anything else?"
Uncle Qian came back to his senses, looked slightly straight, and said: "Sir, a message came from the clan that the clan leader is ill. We are afraid that we have to return to the clan."
Yu Changkong's face changed slightly, he took the paper and unfolded it, there were only a few words on it, saying that the clan leader had been ill and had been in coma for two days, and hoped to return soon."
He held the note, pursed his lips slightly, and his delicate and beautiful face showed a somewhat cold look.
"Master?"
"After participating in the code tomorrow, you can return to the clan." Yu Changkong's eyes flashed with boredom.
Uncle Qian wanted to say that if he really didn't want to go back, he could stay here longer. After all, when he stayed in Licheng for a short time, the young master's smile seemed to increase, especially after his eyes could see things again, he became more cheerful.
The young master actually doesn't like people in the clan.
But now that the patriarch is ill and has fallen into a coma, he can't stop the young master from returning to fulfill his filial piety. After all, he is his biological grandfather.
"Master, you can stay for two more days." Uncle Qian said dryly.
Yu Changkong shook his head: "Go back, I also want to visit the library."
The bookstores outside were never as good as Yu's library. He had many books he wanted to find and read, as well as his father's notes.
Even after this trip, he didn't know when he would come to Li City again, and he still hadn't learned how to control the various auspicious and evil auras of this pair of people.
Yu Changkong looked at the little man he had cut out. It was dry and flat, just a piece of paper. Unlike the one cut out by Qin Liuxi, it had a soul and could move.
If he leaves, can she use the little paper man to send messages to herself again?
The white piece in Yu Changkong's hand fell down with a clatter, landing right in Heizi's trap. From then on, Bai Zi lost everything.
He seemed to worry too much about gains and losses.
inappropriate.
Yu Changkong threw the black pieces into the chess cup and stood facing the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes gradually clearing and condensing.
If he wants to walk a good path, he must first remove the obstacles in front of him, otherwise, he may not be able to squeeze into the opponent's path.
"After you go back, send a message to Yun Ge and ask them to come see me."
Uncle Qian's face was filled with joy: "Sir, have you finally figured it out?"
Yu Changkong looked over, but there was no joy on his face. Instead, he poured a basin of cold water on his face: "Uncle Qian, don't be happy yet. It's been ten years. Will everyone really be waiting for me where I am?"
Uncle Qian was startled: "No, Miss treats them with great kindness. Yun Pavilion was founded by Miss, so it should be yours."
"Death is like a lamp going out." Yu Changkong lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "When people leave, the tea gets cold."
