Hidden Blade Chapter 25: The world is chess

　　 Linglong Pavilion is the leader of the Great Zhou Jianghu.

　　 There is no doubt about this.

　　Xu Han had already understood this matter, but when he was at the foot of the mountain, he had seen the great robes that came from the top of the mountain and fell in front of them. The first sect has a deeper understanding.

　　 And Ye Hongjian's weight in Linglong Pavilion can naturally be seen from it.

　　 Of course, this statement may not be accurate. More accurately, it should be the weight of the Secretary blank behind Ye Hongjian.

　　 Anyway, after a while of cold and warmth, Ye Hongjian was greeted by the mountain gate, and Youdao was the one who got the Dao ascended to heaven. Xu Han and Chu Qiuli were also touched by Ye Hongjian's light, and followed her. At Linglong Pavilion, everyone had no time to inquire about the identities of the two, and only Ye Hongjian was left in their eyes.

　　 At the same time, in the north far away from Linglong Pavilion.

　　 is located at the junction of Xia, Zhou and Chen.

　　 there is a lonely mountain.

The height of the 　　 peak is 2,700 feet. Although this height is not so extraordinary, the danger of lonely peaks is rare in this world.

　　 hence the name of this peak-Yaqi.

On the 　　 Qi Yafeng, there is a huge academic palace.

The style of 　　 academy is simple and elegant. I don't know how old it has been. It seems that this academy has existed since it was recorded.

　　 There are two halls, four houses, and eight rooms in the palace.

The location of 　　 is mysterious, which is in harmony with a certain mystery of heaven and earth. Outsiders can't see the doorway, but they can feel the extraordinary when they are in it. It is in response to the Zen saying, it is indescribable.

　　 This academic palace is called the Taiyin Palace.

　　 is the place that the whole world dreams of.

　　 At this time, in the Taixuan Hall, one of the second halls, two old men are playing against each other.

　　 The sandalwood incense is lit in the hall. The smell is peculiar, and it is light and sweet. Just a sniff can make the tired person instantly sober.

　　 But the main hall is surrounded by bookshelves full of dangdang books, on top of which are full of various ancient books.

　　The two old men in the game, one of them dressed in gray tights, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, looks cold and solemn, white hair is meticulously groomed, and a wooden hairpin jumps up on top of his head. Although he is old, he is tight. But there seems to be enough power in his body to break mountains and rocks. At this moment, he was sitting in distress, holding Baizi in his hand and he was still unwilling to lay down.

　　 Opposite him, the old man was wearing a large white robe, with white hair scattered on his shoulders. Both the outstretched hand and the face with his half-squinted eyes were covered with snakes. The gully made him look like an old tree that had grown for hundreds of years. It was extremely crumpled and ugly. It seemed that he would fall to the ground with a slight carelessness, and he would never wake up again.

　　 "Elder Sikong has been thinking about the incense sticks for a while, are you still reluctant to settle?" The white-robed old man asked with a smile, his voice hoarse, like when the corrupted branches of the forest were broken. The sound made.

　　 The gray-clothed old man smiled slightly when he heard the words, but the white child in his hand still did not fall.

　　"The power of real people slaying the dragon has been achieved, and this son will not fall. Is there really any difference?"

　　 The old man in white robe heard the words, he crouched, lowered his head, his eyes drifting away from the chessboard.

　　 But at this moment, seeing the white pieces on the chessboard connected together, becoming a big dragon, but unable to find a way out, being surrounded and suppressed by the black pieces, it seems as if it is dead.

　　 "This person, from the moment he was born, was doomed to die. Did he know that he would not live? But he didn't fight you to die and live to be able to wait for death." The white-robed old man sighed quietly. It seems to be talking about people, and it seems to be talking about chess.

　　 Hearing this, a cold light flashed in the gray-clothed old man's eyes. He retracted his gaze on the chessboard and turned to look at the white-robed old man, asking speciously. "What the real person said is very true, then I would like to ask the real person, should I fall here?"

　　 "Lost, how can you not fall. The old man has not played a decent chess game for sixty years. Since the dragon hasn't been slaughtered, does Elder Sikong want to abandon his son?" The old man didn't even think about it. So he gave his own answer, and there seemed to be some eagerness in his voice, as if he was urging the gray-clothed old man.

　　 "But there is one thing I don't understand, this confusion is not cleared, this child is hard to fall." But the old man in gray did not hear his urging, and he responded lightly, and there seemed to be something in his eyes. Hot things ignite.

　　 "What's the matter?" The white-robed old man met his scorching gaze, but the scenery in his eyes looked like a dry well, and the waves were calm.

　　"The real people say that mortals survive by knowing death, and they have to lose their lives. This is an unintentional act, why bother?"

　　"When the time of death is not here, why is it bitter to speak? The dust is not fixed, why is it to fail?" The white-robed old man faced the gray-clothed old man's questioning and talked freely. The hoarse voice had a strange charm.

　　 "Really?" The gray-clothed old man asked rhetorically, his eyes burning hotter and brighter. "What about the previous game played by the real man? Was it a victory or a defeat?"

　　 "If you don't take that step, no matter how much you beat, you will inevitably lose." The old man said lightly.

　　 At that moment, the flame in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man was suddenly extinguished, his body trembled, and the aura all over his body seemed to weaken at that moment.

　　"A real man, he is the best in the past and present, and he would lose a game without thinking." The gray-clothed old man sighed deeply, feeling a lot of sadness.

　　 "The world's affairs are nothing more than victory or defeat, nothing more than life and death. Victory leads to defeat, and life leads to death. This is a definite number. Elder Sikong doesn't know this at all, right?" But the white-clothed old man's face On the other hand, there is no trace of loss, on the contrary, it is an extremely free and easy way of comfort.

　　 "But the real person still didn't teach me. Since I know I will lose, why do I still have to settle down?" The words of the old man in white robed shocked the old man in gray. , Asked.

　　" Elder Sikong joked, this day chess players, insisting on winning and losing, there is no way ~ IndoMTL.com~ Only by enjoying the process and deliberately playing the game can you be a national player. The old man is defeated, but the old man plays After that one, and also through this one, this is enough. As for victory or defeat, why bother to hold on?"

　　As soon as the words fell, the gray-clothed old man’s holding hand trembled abruptly, and he paused for a long time as if he was severely injured. When he raised his head again, there was a burning thing in his cloudy eyes again. .

　　 "Thank you Mr. I for teaching." He said sincerely, and his real name has already been called Mr.

　　 Looking around the world, the person who can make the gray-clothed old man so convincing can never find a second one.

　　 At that time, the gray-clothed old man no longer hesitated, the white in his hand finally fell towards a certain place on the chessboard.

　　 As that one fell, the situation on the chessboard became strange again.

　　The big white dragon and the outsiders became one piece, and there was an image of counterattack against the sunspots.

　　 "Since Mr. has lost, Si Bailan is willing to follow his ambitions, ask for another battle, and ask him to teach me."

　　 The old man in gray clawed his hands and said at that time.

　　 But the white-robed old man smiled and smiled in anticipation of the situation turning around, and sighed, "Good chess, good chess."

　　 At that time, the two in the Nuo Da Tai Xuan Palace smiled at each other, sandalwood swelling.

　　 Although they are playing this game, their hearts have already gone to the world.

　　 The year of the year is September in the seventeenth year of the Thai Yuan.

　　Linglong Pavilion Taishang elders came to the Taiyin Palace.

　　, the supreme real person who has been sitting in the Taiyin Palace for six hundred years asks for a hexagram with his life.

　　 counts as a piece of motto, hand it to Secretary blank.

Said in the hexagram of 　　.

　　 The Great Killing the Father is against the Way of Heaven.

　　There is a sword to punish the sky, which is rebellious and fierce.

　　With this sword, the son can kill the father, and the minister can kill the king.

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