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The imperial capital, a private garden that spans more than half of the city from Beishan.
Rather than saying it is a garden, it is better to say that it has been built like a park.
Mountains are green hills.
Water is clear water.
In the bottom of the lake, many swimming fish competed for fun.
In the center of the lake, a pavilion stands proudly.
There are two people in the pavilion.
One is elegant in white, and the other is like fire in red.
The man in white looked like a scholar, with a folding fan in his left hand and a teapot in his right. After dropping a sunspot on the chessboard in front of him, he picked up the teapot and took a sip of tea into his mouth.
Very enjoyable, very comfortable.
"A big dragon was slaughtered, Miss Dong, you are about to lose."
Facing the scholar's words, the woman in red showed a look of anxiety on her face, but in this anxious look, she calmed down quickly and stared carefully at the expectation in front of her.
Holding a white ball with her small hand, she gently pressed it against her chin, giving her already pretty face a little more of a naive look.
The scholar was not in a hurry. After taking a sip of tea, he put the teapot aside, fanned himself quietly, and looked at the distant mountains and lakes around him.
I don't know how long it took, the scholar looked at the woman in red and really couldn't think of what to do, and sighed softly: "Ningfeng, don't think about it, you have nowhere to go in this game of chess."
"Admit defeat"
Hearing the scholar's words, the woman in red named Dong Ningfeng slowly raised her head.
There is no emotion in those beautiful phoenix eyes, and it can even make people feel a little chill in them.
Seeing Dong Ningfeng like this, the scholar's heart tightened, and he quickly raised his hand to grab his teapot.
brush!
However, just when he was about to touch his teapot, a white shadow passed by and took his teapot away.
The scholar's face changed drastically, and he said quickly: "Don'tdon't, I admit defeat! Can I admit defeat!"
"no!"
Export broken jade.
Dong Ningfeng snorted softly, raised her hand suddenly, and directly threw the teapot she had just snatched back.
"boom!"
With a crisp sound, the teapot hit the steps of the pavilion and shattered instantly.
Looking at the broken pieces of the teapot on the ground, the scholar was dumbfounded. After a pause for a while, he jumped up angrily: "Dong Ningfeng! What the hell are you crazy woman trying to do!"
"Every time you take the initiative to come to me to play chess, but every time you can't play chess, I will smash my teapot!"
"Do you know, this is a teapot from the Ming Dynasty! You almost smashed a few of my antiques! You are too prodigal!"
"I, I, I Let me tell you, if it wasn't that I couldn't beat you, I would have to let you know what would happen if I smashed so many antiques!"
Facing the scholar's angry words, Dong Ningfeng seemed to have gotten used to it a long time ago, and didn't care at all.
Just glanced at the scholar indifferently, and said softly: "Isn't it just a few teapots, and I will pay you when the time comes."
"How many teapots do you need for your fortune teller?"
"Am I missing those teapots? I'm sorry for these antiques!"
The divine fortune teller has a heartbroken look on his face: "Do you know that these are all unique products in the world, which cannot be bought in the market!"
Dong Ningfeng didn't bother to talk to him: "So, I will give you what you can buy in the market then, think about it carefully, don't you still make money?"
"What kind of logic are you talking about" the divine operator had a black line on his face:
"I don't care, you have to compensate me today, otherwise, I will"
"Boom¡ª¡ª"
Before the divine operator could finish speaking, a loud bell rang directly into the garden.
Hearing the ringing of the bell, no matter if it was the fortune teller or Dong Ningfeng, they were all taken aback.
In the next second, seriousness appeared on the faces of the two of them.
Although the bell was not particularly loud when it reached them, and it could only be heard in a relatively quiet environment, they did feel it.
The two looked at each other, and they both saw the look in each other's eyes, and said in unison:
"Cold Mountain Bell!"
"It's the Hanshan Bell!"
look atOn the other side, Dong Ningfeng took a deep breath: "How many times is this?"
The divine operator lowered his head to calculate, with a somewhat anxious expression on his face, and then said: "The seventh ring, only the seventh ring of the Hanshan Bell, the bell can reach such a long distance."
"It's just the seventh ringing bell is much louder than the bell that Chu Liaoyuan rang at the beginning!"
Dong Ningfeng did not urge the fortune teller, but just stood quietly and waited for his calculation.
Dong Ningfeng naturally knew about the legend that broke out in Tianji Pavilion before.
It is also because she knows that she has a very close relationship with the divine operator, so she does not need to say much, and the divine operator will directly start to figure out who rang the cold mountain bell.
Tick ??tock!
Sweat falls with time.
Obviously, the pavilion is relatively cool inside, and there is a relatively cool breeze around.
However, at this moment, the divine operator's forehead was covered with sweat.
It looks very strenuous.
Snapped!
All of a sudden, God's operator stopped his hand suddenly, as if he had collapsed, he fell down on his chair, panting heavily.
"How is it?" Dong Ningfeng looked nervous and looked at the magic operator.
The divine operator took a deep breath, shook his head lightly and said, "I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out."
"I can only figure out that this time, my junior sister Yu Xuanji seems to know that there is a person who can ring the Cold Mountain Bell many times, but I can't figure out who the person who rings the Cold Mountain Bell seven times is."
Dong Ningfeng frowned: "There are people in the world that you can't count?"
"It's not that it can't be calculated, but that this person is covered in fog, making it difficult to calculate."
The divine operator took a piece of paper from the side and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It can be calculated by force, but the price of the calculation is probably not something I can afford."
Dong Ningfeng nodded: "I'm going to visit Beishan right now."
After finishing speaking, he got up and walked out of the pavilion.
Looking at Dong Ningfeng leaving in a hurry, Shen Suanzi sighed deeply.
It's not that he didn't figure it out just now, but he figured it out, but he didn't know what to say.
"Is this person also surnamed Chu?"
"Is there any relationship between him and Chu Liaoyuan?"
The divine operator frowned, thinking carefully, but found that he couldn't figure it out no matter what.
And just when he felt that he was almost relieved, suddenly
"Boom¡ª¡ª"
A bell that was louder and louder than before directly reached his ears.
If the bell just now was still relatively weak, then this bell
Just like in the ears!
The face of the fortune teller turned pale instantly!
"The eighth tone!"
"Seven tones shake the famine, eight tones spread the emperor's hope, and nine tones all the people knock!"
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