Chapter 2588: Trial

Ju Gui is no stranger to "historical cemeteries", which are absolutely forbidden places in the long river of time. It is a place that those strong people who can freely walk in the past and future avoid. Even if you are simply tracing history, once you find the projection of the "historical cemetery", you must stay away from it - this is a taboo clearly outlined in the information on Tianxing Cliff that can only be obtained at the top.

If he was only six points sure before, now he is eight points certain that the chess player corresponding to this black chess piece is Sima Heng.

He paused: "How can you still remember the time in the historical cemetery of decaying time?"

"This is my foundation. People who have no concept of time are not qualified to describe history -" the voice in the black chess piece said: "Time does not exist, it also exists because of me."

"Time exists because of you, but it also exists not only because of you." Ju Gui said.

The voice in the black chess piece agreed: "Yes, heroes are the banner of history, and history is the mark of time!"

He was very emotional: "The reason why the long river of time flows endlessly is because there are endless heroes in this land."

"I wonder if Zuoqiu Wu is considered a banner of history according to Mr.'s standards?" Jugui asked.

"Just banishing me is not enough for him to engrave history." The voice in the black chess piece said: "Because my story will eventually be lost in the 'Lost Chapter' and buried in the cemetery of history. He has to write a new story before he can Able to be forever engraved in time, or...transcending time."

Jugui said slowly: "Since you know Zuo Qiuwu so well, you shouldn't be unable to beat him in chess, let alone be trapped here for so long... Did you just say, thirty years?"

The voice in the black chess piece was silent for a while: "...He also understands me. In other words, he understands me better."

This chess piece was hovering in the air above the chessboard, with a bit of unspeakable bitterness: "If you look at this chess game again, there are many unreasonable moves in it. He will definitely make this move, and I have to respond."

"The story is very clear at this point -" Ju Gui said seriously: "A righteous passer-by passing by should defeat the evil Zuo Qiu Wu, stabilize this chessboard, and use it as a projection of the historical window to find a way to guide you. You rescued it from the graveyard of history.”

"But?" the voice in the chess piece asked.

"But who defines 'justice'?" Ju Gui said: "Those of us rushed into the sealed-off Diligent Academy and forced the door open regardless of resistance. Although we were looking for our colleagues... who knew that Zhong Xuanyin was not like this? The culprit of this disaster is still unclear. Can we really get better results by changing the situation? "

The voice in Heiqi was slightly confused: "Xuan Yin...?"

Jugui continued: "Furthermore, Mr. Zuo Qiuwu stopped you here and turned Qinku Academy into a history book. Is it to harm you or to save the academy? But it's not necessarily that-the information we know so far is enough." Those hot-blooded young people gave him a good beating, but it wasn't to the point of deciding his life or death."

"As expected of a master of Legalism, he is very disciplined in doing things." Black Qi's voice said: "It seems that he is going to be promoted to court here today."

Ju Gui did not answer his words and just said to himself: "Finally, I am eight points certain about your identity as 'Sima Heng', but I am still two points unsure."

Taixu Pavilion is taking over this history book - Qin Zhizhen is walking in the void, helping him solidify the space, solidifying this page as an "iron book" among the many pages of history, and then helping him carve [Black and White] Dharma Realm].

At present, it seems that it is not a problem for Jiang Wang and Li Yi to stop Zuo Qiuwu.

He didn't need to rush for an answer. Everyone was dispatched today, and they had enough confidence. You can sit down, hold this history book, and read it slowly.

"The two points are not necessarily certain. How can we make it certain?" asked the voice in the black chess piece.

Jugui said: "It's a pity that you will never get these two points from me before I really see you."

"I understand that this is not against me, but about the rigor of the law and the caution of punishment." Black Qi's voice calmly accepted the answer and said: "Then, where did Zuo Qiuwu go? Is it convenient for you? inform?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ju Gui actually heard some concern in this voice.

"In the place where he should be." Jugui said.

"You must have never had a good chat with Zuo Qiu Wu." Black Qi's voice said.

"Before I answer you, I want to know how you make your judgment -" Ju Gui said cautiously: "If my observation is not wrong, your feelings about the world should be limited to this game of chess and My voice at chess.”

He has seen that this chess game is a historical window opened deep in time and space, or to put it further, it is the projection of a certain historical window. The currently known information is that it is used to establish communication across time and space, and is specific to the "historical cemetery" and "this page in the history of Qinku Academy" - but it is unknown whether Zuo Qiuwu created it, or whether it was the black The person in the chess game who was suspected of being Sima Heng completed it.

This is quite a terrifying method.

True to his words, when traveling in history, he could occasionally use "historical cemeteries" as a safe haven to avoid historical dangers - this fact has already subverted the drama's cognition.

"Your sensitivity to the rules is amazing! I can indeed breathe a sigh of relief because of the existence of this game. I am limited to this game and cannot see more." The voice in the black chess piece said slowly: "As for where my judgment comes from Come here... even while playing chess and talking, you have been in contact with me for more than a quarter of an hour. "

Ju Gui immediately grasped the white chess piece. He sat like a rock and asked calmly: "A quarter of an hour?"

The voice in the black chess piece said: "This game between me and Zuo Qiu Wu has been played for many years. It is played intermittently. He will come back and make a move every once in a while - if you are serious with Zuo Qiu Wu After talking, you won’t leave this quarter of an hour for me.”

"It sounds like you are saying that a quarter of an hour is enough for you to find your way out of the historical cemetery and land here."

Ju Gui is just a joke, or a test.

Gein's "Historical Cemetery" is the tomb of all the wonderful stories. Even if a legendary chapter falls into it, it will eventually be forgotten by time.

If the tombs of all realms are the old tombs of space, the "historical cemetery" is the mass grave of time.

Many powerful people who have unfortunately passed by the historical cemetery throughout the ages are buried in it and have become part of the decaying time. It is almost impossible to escape from there. It can't be that simple!

But the voice in the black chess piece said: "...Yes."

This voice sounded inside the chess piece, and it was a faint sigh: "I have... seen the road."

This is absolutely terrifying!

A rather simple stone chess table now contains the mysteries of the universe. Every chess piece on the chess table is a star in the universe, reflecting different worlds in the vast void.

"Really?" Ju Gui suddenly pressed down the white chess piece! Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky, piercing through the pavilion and dancing high in the sky. In this dazzling light, he pressed the pieces on the chessboard, and it was like pressing the roaring thunder into the time and space connected to the chessboard!

Sizzling——

The electric light danced like a wild snake, and the whole pavilion in the center of the lake looked like a bright moon that flickered on and off.

The finger that Ju Gui uses to play the chess piece is an indestructible monument of law.

At this moment, the electric light is shining, and there is indeed the embodiment of the Dharma on the finger. The words of the Dharma——

"Heaven can punish, the earth can punish, and people must follow the rules!"

With the [Finger of the Legal Monument] and the [Heavenly Punishment Thunder], only at this point in the play can the power and majesty of a true Legalist king be truly revealed.

He is a representative figure of the younger generation of contemporary Legalists, although he is no longer young.

He is an old acquaintance of Yu Beidou. Not to mention friends, because true Legalist monks have no friends.

Along the way, it’s just about setting rules and making judgments.

A dogmatic life, a dull life, as he himself said - "obeying some stupid rules."

But this is the path of a Legalist monk. In other words, it is the path of monks like him who are from the "Jiu Dharma Sect".

Looking at the entire Qinku Academy incident, the truth of the matter has not yet fully emerged.

The known information is that Qinku Academy has indeed become a history book, Zuo Qiuwu exists in every page of this history book, and Cui Yi was sealed by Zuo Qiuwu. There is a person blocked on the opposite side of the chessboard, suspected to be Sima Heng.

Douzhao then circled Zuoqiu Wu with his sword, and a few people fought, almost destroying the entire history book.

With Zuo Qiuwu's interference eliminated, Cang Meng used the statue of destruction to descend upon the world, but still could not find Zhong Xuanyin!

Zhong Xuanyin may have died, and what he wrote to Ju Gui was the last letter in his life.

But if he is still alive...

When the truth is unknown, whether he helps Zuo Qiuwu or Sima Heng, it may lead to Zhong Xuanyin's death.

Not to mention the current round, there is still the shadow of Shushan.

Everyone in Taixu Pavilion is present, there is no need to choose sides. They themselves are on one side.

What Ju Gui is currently doing is the tacit understanding reached within Taixu Pavilion——

No matter which side is good, the changes that have already occurred cannot be changed again.

No one will give it any face. Unless the six major hegemons issue certificates of credence, which palace master will come from the Sanxing Palace?

They have to press down on every party in this incident. It is necessary to review it in three halls, to clarify the cause and effect, and to open and dry this history book called Qinku Academy over and over again. See clearly the shadow of history and where Zhong Xuanyin is.

If he died, why.

If he is alive, then where is he.

As long as there is still a possibility that Zhong Xuanyin is alive, this possibility must be held by Taixu Pavilion. At least in this matter, no matter Shushan, Zuo Qiuwu, Sima Heng, even the Holy Demon, or any other existence, they are all untrustworthy.

So this black chess piece wanted to flip and change, and Ju Gui suppressed it without hesitation.

The monument fell irrevocably, and the white chess piece pressed by the drama cabinet was about to nail the window of history——

Read the error-free version in 6Ⅹ9ⅩBookⅩ! 6Ⅹ9 Shuyiba publishes a novel for the first time. Read at Liujiu Book Bar

Snap!

There was a sound of chess pieces hitting chess pieces.

The hanging black chess piece was actually close to the white chess piece, lifting both the punishment thunder and the dharma tablet finger.

At this moment, this chess piece is like a mysterious eye. There is indeed a depth of history in the dim light.

Under the ravages of violent lightning, there is still order.

"Now is the time for me to make a move..." the voice in the black chess piece said: "Is your move against the rules?"

With just one collision, the white chess piece collapsed into millions of debris, but between the debris, there were electric threads shining... The electric light stitched the chess piece together.

Ju Gui's face was expressionless: "Sir, you are a senior, you might as well let me go first."

The collision of two chess pieces has the potential to destroy the world.

The ripples that destroyed everything started from the pavilion in the middle of the lake and spread——

Whether it was the stone bridge or the small lake, they all disappeared one by one. The entire Qinku Academy was flattened in an instant.

Only this small pavilion became an immortal space at this moment because of the [Black and White Dharma Realm] that had been cast and shrunk in an instant.

"Since you know I am a senior, you should know how to respect the elderly!" The voice of the black chess piece at this moment actually reflected the grandeur of the legalists.

This is the voice of Xue Gui, the master of the legalists in the Middle Ages!

The opposite side was indeed a historian, who summoned Xue Gui's historical voice at this moment to shake the [Black and White Dharma Realm] that had been laid for a long time.

But the reason why this [Black and White Dharma Realm] is indestructible is not only because Ju Kui has understood the world and established rules, but also because there is a man named Qin Zhizhen who repeatedly refined the void with a horizontal and vertical knife and cast an iron wall!

So when the word "respect the elderly" sounded. Then a man in black clothes with a sword hanging appeared next to him, and he put his hands together and hugged the chessboard... In the endless void, an infinitely tall King Yama embraced the universe.

At this moment, there were endless cracking sounds.

Qin Zhizhen said nothing. He is a silent reef, an immortal iron wall, and an indestructible warrior!

Bang!

The iron arms surrounded, and the space was forever solid.

Ju Kui still sat on the regular square stool, lowered his head and looked at the chessboard, and pressed the pieces with his fingers: "I am your junior, but in Taixu Pavilion, I am the oldest one."

The voice in the black chess asked: "Do you want to say that you can be responsible for your decision, and you have to take responsibility for them-your so-called colleagues?"

"I really want to say that, after so many years, I should indeed take responsibility and protect these respectable colleagues from wind and rain... but in fact it is not."

The lightning pattern between Ju Kui's eyebrows, like a living thing, actually cracked at this moment, and in between was a vertical pupil with blazing white electric light interweaving!

Throughout the history of Qinku Academy, all the thunders from ancient times to the present were controlled by him.

The sound of thunder and lightning was extremely harsh at this moment. The vitality between heaven and earth seemed to be trembling.

And Ju Kui's voice was still calm: "I mean - I am the one with the worst talent among our group."

He calmly gave Xuan Sheng: "If I lose, you don't win either - instead of struggling hard, you might as well wait for the result."

Rumble!

The blazing white lightning turned into a long spear that seemed real and unreal, piercing through the Fabei Finger, Tianxing Thunder, and the white chess piece stitched by the lightning... and pierced the center of the black chess piece!

Crack, crack, crack -

The black chess piece finally opened a crack.

But there was another sound of rushing.

As time turned the pages, the black chess piece was as good as new again.

That voice could no longer be calm: "Thirty years of time has not flowed, eight thousand years of day and night have been tormenting! Those who do not know the suffering here actually dare to say the word 'wait' - who are you waiting for, why do you stop me from returning home!?"

Every breath in the historical cemetery is the continuous extension of time. Thirty years... is indeed too long.

The power that seeps out of the black chess is baring its fangs and claws on the chessboard like the universe. Each chessboard square is like a historical cage. In each chessboard square, there is a roar like a trapped beast.

Spanning time and space, writing the pain in the window of history, projecting it on the Qinku Academy at this moment.

That kind of pain, even Ju Kui can feel it!

But the chess lines on the chessboard are all glowing with cold iron color at this moment. It is called a line, and it is established as an [iron wall].

Qin Zhizhen's power also spreads to this chessboard.

Crack!

The black chess that had just been closed has cracks again.

It was Li Yi, who had been illusory on the top of the pavilion, who suddenly solidified at this moment, his eyes falling like swords.

"I can understand your feelings, but what if it's not me sitting opposite you?" Ju Kui said slowly: "Wait as if we didn't come."

His electric pupils were like the sun and the moon hanging high in the sky, making him more majestic and sharp, like the wise judge in the opera, who came to judge this major case that confused history.

However, no matter what kind of opera it is, it can't write the two words Ju Kui, and can't write his life.

The voice in the black chess finally sank, as if falling into the deep sea: "... Waiting for what?"

Ju Kui raised his head and looked at the sky outside the pavilion, looking and looking, until a black dot suddenly appeared in the depths of the sky, getting closer and closer, clearer and clearer, clearly reflecting a human figure...

Bang!

A scholar wearing a ceremonial crown and a formal dress, with a dark jade hanging from his waist, fell from the sky and landed in the pavilion.

The voice was clear and melodious, like a song: "A traveler from the mountain of books, an old man from the sea of ​​learning, you came on the road, you leave as a person. The world has been rude for a long time! Greetings to you!"