The name of the bookstore was Pepsi. Listening to people in the city, this bookstore was originally a well-known theater building. Later, a fire burned over half of it and was put on hold for several years before it was changed into a bookstore.
"Theatrical building?" Song Ci thought as he walked. The first picture he saw in the mirror earlier was that he was dressed in costumes, red and blue clothes, and white and soft water sleeves, as if he were dressed in a theater.
Rong Bai turned his head, "What are you thinking?"
"I think this theater has something to do with girl Feng." Song Ci didn't dare to assert and wondered what the connection was, but I always felt that there was some unknown connection between these things.
But a central point must be found in these things to solve all the puzzles.
Song Ci had a fog in his head.
Rong Bai said, "Why bother? You just have to go forward, you know everything."
"Go forward? Where?" He didn't respond for a moment and allowed Bai Yi to point.
"Say it to the library," Rong Bai answered.
When they left Feng's house, they took a carriage prepared by Feng Changyue and headed west.
Song Ci sat opposite Rong Bai and saw him crooked on the wall of the carriage to rest with his eyes closed as soon as he got into the carriage. Although he knew that he was not sleeping, he was embarrassed to bother.
After hesitating for a while, he decided to ask another time.
At this time, Rong Bai opened his eyes slightly, and his dark eyes looked at Song Ci, "What do you want to say?"
Song Ci grinned embarrassedly and said, "Uncle Rong, do you know what is the Starboard?"
Rong Bai's look didn't change much. After a pause, he slowly said, "The Xingluo chessboard is a formative method passed down in ancient times. The enclosure is a board, with one player and one player. It is a positive and evil one."
His explanation was too simple, Song Ci didn't understand it very much, and asked, "Is it a game of chess? Or do people in the array have to play a game of chess to break the game?"
Rong Bai Gou smiled, and in detail, "Xingluo chessboard is a very wide array. As long as the things that are pressed and the person who casts them are strong enough, the whole world can be classified as a chessboard. The people inside are all the chess pieces. Each chess piece is under the personal control of the chess player. If the chess piece escapes the originally set chess path, it will be absorbed by the matrix method, become ash, and become Power is poured into the chess player. "
Song Ci seems to understand a little, "What do you mean by righteousness and evilness?"
"It depends on how the chess player thinks. If he just wants to play a game and close it after playing, then all the pieces will return to normal, but if he has another picture, it will be another result." Rong Bai said lazily, "This law was originally created by the devil when he missed his lover, so it is not an evil law."
Song Ci shrinks his neck, suddenly flashes, and blurts out, "That Qinchuan ..."
Rong Bai raised his eyelids and gave him a glance. The tone was still undulating. "The whole Qinchuan is classified as a chessboard. All the people in the city are in-game pawns, so this city can only go in and out."
"No wonder the old man Jing is so anomalous, he already knew it!" Song Ci said, "I already knew that the Xingluo chessboard is set up here, so we won't come in!"
It was only after speaking that Rong Bai seemed to know it early on, but still walked into this Qinchuan city silently, Song Ci looked at him in confusion.
Rong Baidao, "Everyone who enters Xingluo's checkerboard array has been tampered with, thinking that he is the chess piece, and the time in the array is different from the outside world. If I don't want to miss the next monster gate, I can only break it myself. Array. "
"How to break?" Song Ci interface asked.
"Two methods." A mild smile appeared on Rong Bai's face, and he was very patient with the curiosity of Song Ci. "One is to enter the formation and break from the formation."
Stop after talking.
"What about the second one?" Song Ci asked.
"The second one is the man who slaughtered the whole city and destroyed all the pieces, and the formation was naturally broken," he said.
Song Ci pouted and said with a smile, "I think the first method is quite good."
Having said that, Rong Bai should also plan to use the first method. One is that he is not like the most ferocious and unscrupulous person to achieve his purpose. The other is that if he really wants to kill the whole city, he can do it outside the city. So why bother coming in again.
Rong Baiwen laughed, "Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?" Song Ci looked confused.
He didn't say anything more, just beckoned to Song Song, "You sit over."
Song Ci was obedient to Rong Bai's side. When he wanted to ask what to do, he suddenly felt his shoulders sink. Rong Bai leaned his head over, yawned lazily, took a deep breath, and said softly, "Xiao Song You are so fragrant. "
Song Ci froze suddenly and heard the nice voice in his ear. Somewhere in his heart suddenly pounded violently, and that kind of image appeared in the mirror again.
Having been with Rong Bai for so long, this is the first time that Rong Bai has been called without any suffix.
Rong Bai had few words at all. He never took the initiative to talk to others, not to mention the names of others. Even after hearing Chang Chang, he was also called by a cub.
But today, after hearing Rong Bai calling him Xiao Song twice, he felt a little flattered.
If you think about it, it seems that he has not solemnly introduced his name to Rong Bai.
Song Cidong thought about it, his brain was in a mess, and he didn't notice that Rong Bai sounded like the next sentence, "This is my taste."
Rong Bai leaned on his shoulder for a long time without moving, Song Ci bowed his head slightly, seeing him closed his eyes, his face was quiet, as if asleep. Fiction baby novel network www.xiaoshuowa.com
He remembered that when he saw Rong Bai, the god-like priest also yawned one after another, and looked like he hadn't woken up for several days. Later, when he went to Moyao together, Rong Bai was better.
Maybe Rong Bai himself was drowsy, but because of something, he was forced to drowsiness. When he thought that he was tired for himself, he couldn't help feeling guilty, so he relaxed his shoulders and wanted to make Rong Bai comfortable.
Song Ci did not dare to move at will, sitting upright, and when he was bored, he lowered his clothes and drew his head until the carriage reached the west of the city.
Chengxi was one of the most prosperous streets in the city of Qinchuan more than a decade ago. At that time, there was a theater building called "Three-foot Terrace". People from south to north like to come to the theater.
In the play, the princes embraced each other, scholars, and various characters in various identities, all in the story, and in the eternally long opera tune.
When he followed Rong Bai into the library, he saw a three-foot-high Zhutai in the hall. On the table was a wooden table. On the table was a folding wooden fan, and a cup of hot tea.
The people on the platform were sparsely pulled, maybe because of Feng Feng's affairs, so not many people came to listen to the book.
On both sides of the three-foot platform are extremely strange spiral staircases that lead directly to the second-floor saloon. The structure of the theater is still used throughout the storytelling hall. The first-floor and second-floor surrounding the three-foot platform can be seen in various places. Landscape.
At the moment there was an older woman sitting in front of the table in a dark robe, wearing a turquoise head, shaking her eyes with closed eyes, "Dear officials, you listen well, let's not talk today Yes, let ’s talk about old things from decades ago.
Song Ci was surprised by this. For the first time, he saw the storyteller as an old woman.
Wen'er walked in front and opened his mind to pull back his thoughts. "That fan was hanging on this wall."
It was a wall full of all kinds of things, and a red lantern was hung on each side. At this moment, it was not lit. Wener came to the wall and pointed at an empty place, "Here it is."
A few people entered the library, and they immediately caught the attention of the people in the library. At this moment, they saw Feng's family, and everyone knew the purpose of the several people, and they couldn't help talking about it.
The old storyteller heard the change, opened one eye and looked at it, and the old voice said, "The new janitor enters the museum to sit down and not disturb others."
Song Ci was not interested in the story she was about to tell, but she felt familiar with the stairs on both sides, so she couldn't help walking towards the stairs. She just touched the escalator, and the storyteller's waking wood slammed.
Song Ci scared a puppet, but he listened to the old woman's words, "Ten years ago, a three-foot opera house became famous, and the famous lady Jiang was all over the world. A fire wiped away the trace of Jiang's existence. But they ca n’t erase the beautiful deeds they left behind. "
He immediately stopped and stood on the first step, staring straight up at the step, while listening carefully to what the elderly woman said.
"Speaking of this Mrs. Jiang, when there is another person who is known to everyone, that is the brother-in-law who has passed on a tangible deed with Mrs. Jiang, Feng Zhuojun." He answered, "Isn't it called Feng Changyue now?"
The old woman said, "It is true, but decades ago, he was also called Feng Zhuojun."
"At that time, Feng Zhuojun was very romantic, and I didn't know how many girls captured him in Qinchuan City. He went to Sanjitai to listen to the drama and happened to catch up with an opera by Lady Jiang. The two of them fell in love at first sight. Feng Zhuojun promised to Lady Jiang's promise of redemption. "
"Later Feng Zhuojun was arrested by the thief, his temperament changed, and he turned away and turned his back on him. Although he redeemed himself for the lady Jiang, she no longer interacted with the lady Jiang. She married and gave birth to her own wife. She also sent someone to burn the lady Jiang. Clothing, and let her stop thinking. "
Suddenly someone answered him, Song Ci looked with a look of confusion, and met an acquaintance who surprised him.
The man was dressed casually, with long hair arbitrarily ponytailed, and smiled at Song Ciyingying. "Song Ci, I didn't expect to see you here."
"I didn't expect it." Song Ci was surprised.
This man was Liang Jiujiu. Since the rebellion in Moyao, Song Ci has never seen him again, but he does not want him to go to Qinchuan City.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Most of the disciples from Moyao Pingran came here before, but never returned. Moya had such a big deal. I had nowhere to go. I had to find the group of people who came before and wait for them to recall. Head, I didn't expect you to come here. "Liang Jiujiu seemed a little different from before.
Song Ci thought to himself, who knew that the person in front of him was not Liang Jiujiu, so he tentatively tempted, "Liang Jiujiu, are you alone?"
He smiled. "I came with my brother."
After a pause, I said again, "Don't call me Liang Jiujiu. I have a new name now, Zhu Zhuan."
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Happy Lantern Festival everyone ~~
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