Chapter 2587 Chess Pieces Fall and Hail Flies
No matter what, time cannot be manipulated by Huang Sheli.
Because time is the most fundamental order of history, no matter how perfect the story is, it will be overturned by the changing time.
Fortunately, Huang Sheli of the Time Inn has not yet reached the top... Otherwise, this history book will not be established in front of her.
Although Zuo Qiuwu was pressed in the mountain and river plate by Jiang Wang, he also turned over the Spring and Autumn Period--
Under the Bodhi tree, a dust net suddenly formed.
This is the secret technique created by Zuo Qiuwu, [Quiet Thinking].
The only function is to lock others in their practice. If Huang Sheli had not opened his heart to Bodhi, even this dust net would not be visible.
Even if Huang Sheli's chance of reaching the top was one in a hundred, Zuo Qiuwu carefully erased the "one". Then he raised his eyes, risking a finger being frozen by Jiang Wang. He also picked out a ray of literary spirit--
Above the high sky, a yellow dragon suddenly descended. Its scales are like wheels, and its whiskers are like heavenly vines. The light of the sky was spinning and the sea of people was surging.
He had naturally cultivated all the thirty-six kinds of Confucianism. Only at this moment, all of them were transformed, and the dragon-like literary spirit was the most obvious.
This yellow dragon of literary spirit, bearing the weight of hard work, towered between the sky and the sea, and in an instant it crossed the daydream bridge and pounced on the ice coffin that froze the sea of thoughts.
To be more precise, it pounced on the yellow relic standing on the ice coffin.
The yellow dragon exhaled, and thousands of Confucian magic spells fell like a waterfall from the sky.
Huang Relic's face was covered with blood, but she grinned and said: "The beauties in the world are like beautiful scenery, you should climb to the top to see it!"
She wiped away the dust nets with her bloody hands, and looked at the various killing techniques with bloody eyes.
The yellow robe seemed to roll up the sandstorm of the northern desert, and her body was as tight as a cheetah... but only heard a voice -
"My Buddha!"
The demon-subduing pestle on the Leiyin Tower was spinning.
The smiling face of the yellow-faced Buddha on the Pudu Demon-Subduing Pestle suddenly stopped smiling.
Instantly, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and in front of the surging Confucianism waterfall, a little old man appeared inexplicably and coincidentally - this fate did not exist, but the Buddha forced it.
The old man was wearing an old cotton coat, holding a long pipe, half squatting in the air, as if he had just returned from farming. His body was tanned, his forehead was deeply wrinkled, and his sweat beads were connected into beads... He looked harmless to humans and animals.
But the hand, which was used to doing rough work and was so rough and cracked, just grabbed it with the backhand, and easily reached into the Confucianism waterfall, and grabbed the yellow dragon that was laughing at the sky in the palm of his hand, just like reaching into the mud and catching a small loach.
Then he raised his head, opened his mouth, threw it in, crunched a few times, and chewed it and swallowed it.
Among the top masters of his generation, none of them reached the top before the age of 40. Those who pursued the ultimate perfection repeatedly polished themselves in the realm of Dongzhen, hoping to be able to look forward to transcendence after reaching the top...
Zhongshan Yan Wen gave up the way to the top, Lou Yue fell into the realm of Xiu Mojun, Lu Shuanghe blocked the way to Yu Zhi, and only started to take steps in recent years... But only he finally fulfilled his old wish and achieved perfection.
It is really a hundred boats competing for the current, and it is difficult to cross the other side.
Even the top-level Dongzhen who has been repeatedly polished is not as powerful as Dongzhen Jiang Wang, who has never been seen before. But the road to the top has been paved early. Yu Caoyuan took advantage of the situation and built the Buddha body first. At this moment, he showed a strength far beyond the initial proof.
He moved the long pipe with green smoke, lowered his head and looked down, and finally saw the yellow relic covered with blood on the ice coffin. His eyes, which were even a little honest, were full of heartache and pity.
"Old thing!" He suddenly looked at Zuo Qiuwu in the deep of the ice coffin, his eyes were as cold as a knife: "How dare you hurt the Buddha's daughter?"
Zuo Qiuwu didn't look at him, but looked at Huang Sheli: "Excuse me, Huang Pavilion Member. Dou Zhao carries a knife, Jiang Wang carries a sword, and you... carry a father with you?"
This is indeed not reasonable.
If these people in Taixu Pavilion really want to go out with a backer, who doesn't have seven or eight Zhenjun behind them?
It was agreed that when Taixu Pavilion does something wrong, you should call dad...what does it mean?
"Dad! What are you doing!" Huang Sheli did not retreat when faced with a life-and-death crisis, but now he jumped up and his voice trembled with embarrassment: "It's too embarrassing, go away!"
When she was a child, her old father did always stand up for her and beat up the bad boys who dared to argue with her. Later, she could beat everyone down by herself, and her old father only showed up when the other party's parents came to the door-either saying that the child's affairs should be handled by the child himself, or saying...if you don't agree, come and fight.
She really didn't know that after her father made the Buddha statue, he actually put his spirit into the demon-subduing pestle and protected her... He really didn't think of her as a master!
"Okay, okay, my dear daughter, Dad will leave right away." Huang Fu hurriedly coaxed her, habitually agreeing to everything first, but looked at Zuo Qiuwu coldly: "After this matter is done - kill this old thing, no one will know that Dad has helped you. My dear daughter, you won't lose face."
He was a little proud again, and said loudly: "Good! Good!"
Looking at the father and daughter, Zuo Qiuwu could still laugh: "You, the fire-burning monk, have no shame, Huang Sheli is a member of the Taixu Pavilion, a proud child of the times! Now you are in the Qinku Academy, and your history will be recorded. Covering your ears and stealing the bell, how can you ? "
Huang Fu smiled like a Buddha, his eyes turned fierce, and he jumped down: "You sour scholars, you write snow but don't see the snow, write wind but the branches are low! You write in a roundabout way, it's not smooth, the Buddha is very dissatisfied - let's make some changes now!"
"Dad!" Huang Sheli glared at him, very dissatisfied with his old father's move, as if to force him back, but he raised his hand and threw the universal salvation pestle over: "Bullying others by taking advantage of power is like a raging fire, killing people and robbing goods should be done under the dark moon and strong wind - if you want to do it, do it quickly! Otherwise, you will be laughed at by others, but you will not get the benefits. "
"Good daughter!" Huang Fu, in the air, has revealed the Buddha's precious body. He grasped the demon-subduing pestle and stabbed it down without hesitation--
It was as vicious as an old farmer hoeing the ground!
Every page of history where Zuo Qiuwu's "time body" was located was turned over like the fields tended by the old farmer.
Turning the ground is a spring and autumn.
Dou Zhao was slashing at him, from the Confucian knife to the Mohist knife. In the past, "the nameless died" and hundreds of schools fought for the door. He learned from many. At this moment, the killing came out, gradually integrated into one body, the more he fought, the braver he became, the more he killed, the more he enjoyed it, and his eyes were burning with golden flames.
Suddenly, every time and space in the history of this hardworking academy was turned upside down.
All the worlds are fields, and the old farmer walks on the ridges.
Huang Fu used the pestle as a hoe, and his moves were fast and fierce. The Buddhist magic he used was extremely compassionate, and every move sent people to nirvana, regardless of whether they were willing or not, he would send them to heaven.
The sharp edge brushed past his face, and Dou Zhao, whose blood was boiling with battle, was also shocked by a cold sweat. This strange Buddhist power actually left a mark on his golden body for a long time.
His sword movement was restrained for a while, and he didn't curse out loud, but just said: "Master Huang, don't hurt me by mistake!"
"You are so talkative!" Huang Fu walked away impatiently: "What a useless Spring and Autumn Annals, I have also read the Spring and Autumn Annals - it's nothing more than spring planting and autumn harvest! Which is the seedling and which is the grass, the Buddha can see clearly. Don't worry about it!"
If this wasn't the father of his colleague Huang Sheli, Dou Zhao would never be so easy to talk to.
He curled his lips and raised his head in a step: "It's too chaotic here, let's change someone else to play!"
Suddenly, a white silk was cut out with a knife, and the frost-colored streak hung in the sky and turned into a daydream bridge.
While speaking, he glanced at Jiang Wang from a distance.
The Jinghai, which had already solidified into an ice coffin, was also cut out of an ice ridge, leaping in the air, suddenly spreading into waves, surging on the bridge.
The look at Jiang Wang was not to ask him for help, but to tell him... not to stop.
Daydream Bridge, the sea of subconsciousness.
Yin and Yang are connected, and the Three Paths Bridge appears.
The blue waves are like a dragon entwined around the white bridge...This [Three Paths Bridge] spans the Spring and Autumn Period.
Dou Zhao flicked the blade and jumped onto the bridge, and Chong Xuanzun, who was dressed in white and white, just met him.
On the other side of the bridge, rituals and music collapsed, and the devilish energy was surging.
On this side of the bridge, the white bridge ice coffin, the history book turned a page.
Jiang Wang has in fact connected the sea of everyone's subconsciousness together. Dou Zhao only dug out Chong Xuanzun's subconsciousness and exchanged spring and autumn with him.
It was frustrating to kill here, but he had to give face to Huang Sheli and endure Huang Fu, so his fighting spirit could not be relaxed. There was no one to worry about on the side of the Holy Demon?
He was in a killing mood, and the more he fought, the more crazy he became. Chong Xuanzun pointed directly to his true self and cut off all delusions, but he was more suitable for this side.
So they passed each other on the bridge.
This change of shape was Dou Zhao's decision before the battle, and he was whimsical, but Chong Xuanzun seemed to have been prepared for a long time and cooperated tacitly. When they passed each other, the moon was in the middle of the sky.
Every page of the history book was opened by the demon-subduing pestle, and every page of the history book was illuminated by the bright moon.
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Huang Fu said "rice seedling" and "grass", and his words were rough but the truth was not rough. He also shined the moon on the past and the present, and raised his knife to find... the most important "human world" of Zuo Qiuwu.
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Just as Jiang Wang used [Ruyi·Qianqiu Coffin] to freeze Zuoqiu Wu in the deep sea of subconsciousness, Ju Kui also came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Li Yi's figure still stood quietly on the top of the pavilion, like the statue of Chao Feng. A sword pierced through the past and the present, and the raindrops passed around him, but his figure was ethereal and vague, appearing and disappearing from time to time, obviously not only here.
Zuoqiu Wu had been swept away, but the stone chess table in the pavilion in the middle of the lake did not stop.
The chess game was still going on.
Ju Kui walked in step by step, walked to the empty side where the stone bench had been moved, and sat down slowly again - the horizontal and vertical "rules" intertwined into a cage and stood up as his square bench.
It was clearly a pure white [Fa Wu Er Men] chain, and it was clearly an intertwined chain cage. There were large gaps between the chains, and it was impossible to see what was imprisoned between the cages.
Only the sound of collisions that refused to give up could be heard faintly, as if some evil beast was locked up.
Zuoqiuwu took away the white chess piece that was hanging in the air, and Chongxuanzun took another piece casually before Yu left the pavilion.
Now Jukui sat here and became the chess player with white pieces.
He sat upright, not like he was playing chess, but like he was interrogating in court.
The corners of his clothes were like iron, not blown by the wind, and he did not think about the sound of rain outside the pavilion. He was not a person who was sad about the passing of spring and autumn since he was a child, and he only knew that he had responsibilities according to the rules. He reached into the chess basket, as if he took out the "behead" order, and picked up a white piece - his white chess piece was shining with lightning, and there was a hidden power of heavenly punishment.
He picked up the white chess piece, like picking up an axe to open the sky, a guillotine to break the neck! The majestic and terrifying atmosphere seemed to turn this pavilion in the middle of the lake into a place of execution.
But his eyes were calm and silent, silently watching the black pieces on the chessboard.
Tap-tap-tap, there was a sound of rain knocking on the pavilion.
Dong-dong-dong, the pieces fell on the chessboard, and it was like the sound of war drums.
Ju Kui started playing chess.
Playing chess in the rain is a leisurely experience, but at this moment, the black and white pieces on the chessboard are fighting like a battlefield, and they are determined to win or lose.
The two black and white dragons are already entangled in one place, and it seems that the victory will be decided...
The black chess piece that flew out the latest suddenly stopped in the air, and there was a leisurely sigh in the meantime -
"It's a change of players."
Jugui didn't say anything, he just waited. The process of playing chess is the process of him understanding the "rules". Every move he made in the chess game helped him better understand everything that happened in Qinku Academy. It made him feel why Zuo Qiuwu was sitting here fighting, and why the player opposite was making moves.
His [Black and White Dharma Realm] is "setting the right foot."
He will judge the game.
The black chess piece continued to speak: "Looking at chess is like a human being. The piece that Zuo Qiuwu made after the exam was supposed to be a ruthless 'break'. But when it fell, it was a step like that of an antelope hanging its horns. It was completely natural. I thought this would be my next opponent, but after that move, my style changed again - you play chess like an iron rope across the river, step by step, rigorous, cold and murderous. .
Black sighed at the chess board: "I never expected that I, who enjoys the joy of suffering and is a once-in-a-lifetime chess player, could see such a wonderful visitor."
Ju Gui thought quietly for a moment, and the white chess piece he was holding finally made a sound, but it was majestic and indifferent: "The person who took the first step is indeed a big player. But my chess is very mediocre, just a few Stupid rules don’t deserve what Mr. said is wonderful.”
"If your chess is called 'mediocre', then the game of chess will be ruined!" The voice inside the black chess pieces said: "Where did Zuo Qiuwu find a good helper? He has fulfilled his bold words back then and will join the Diligent Academy. He has been brought to an unprecedented height, and he has actually cultivated such talents? Or is he making wedding clothes for others, seeking the skin of a tiger, and burning books with fire?"
Ju Gui remained calm and responded through the chess pieces: "What do you think, sir?"
The voice in the black chess piece said: "You two probably only became famous in the past thirty years."
Ji Gui thought thoughtfully: "Sir, have you been trapped here for thirty years?"
The voice in the black chess piece was very calm: "Calculating from the year 3901 of the Dao calendar... it should be so. This year is the year 3931 of the Dao calendar, right?"
Ju Gui's heart moved.
The history recorded in "The Sword of History Cuts the Sea" starts from the beginning of Dao Li and ends in the year 3900 of Dao Li.
The entire history book was completed in the year 3901 of the Dao calendar!
From then on, Sima Heng never appeared in front of others.
Some people said that he was practicing in seclusion; some said that he was so annoyed by the many people who wanted to change his books that he hid; some said that he was searching for the true history...
There are many theories, but the only confirmed truth is that he never showed his face again.
"The Swordsman Cuts the Sea" was originally scheduled to be revised every sixty years, and many people were waiting for the new chapter in 3960.
In the past thirty years, there have been too many earth-shattering stories, but they must be truly recorded in history books and embodied in words in the pages of "The Swordsman Cuts the Sea" to be convincing.
But will Sima Heng appear again?
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be trapped in a special time and space at this moment. Time does not flow, and time is like a sea of tranquility." Ju Gui said cautiously: "I can't feel time in your voice."
The voice in Black Chess was silent for a moment, and there seemed to be an imperceptible bitter smile.
"This is a special time and space that I discovered in my early years. This time and space wanders in the 'historical cemetery' where time can be buried. I call it the 'lost chapter'. I have relied on it to escape many historical dangers. I once thought that It’s also my page.”
The man said, “One cannot help but mistake luck for talent—and now I’m stuck here.”