Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 105: Yanqi people

Even though his body was staggering, Ji Yuan's pace gradually accelerated.

‘The calamity…the calamity…’

While his thoughts were raging, Ji Yuan swayed forward aimlessly, like a wandering spirit. The severe pain in his eyes showed no sign of abating, and his already blurry vision became even more clouded. color.

Ji Yuan's right hand just pressed firmly on his eyes, as if his eyes would explode if he didn't.

His physical condition was very poor, but Ke Jiyuan tried his best to think about his two lifetimes of knowledge in his mind, eager to find an answer to understand the world of chessboard and the method to crack it.

Thoughts in my heart were running wild, and my body was wandering around aimlessly with blood-red eyes. Ji Yuan was staggering and rampaging on the streets of Juntianfu, subconsciously looking for one thing, but he couldn't find anything. He also had the time to think clearly.

‘There must be, there must be…’

Suddenly, he found a Go chess set for sale in front of a street vendor. In an instant, his thoughts became clear. Ji Yuan rushed forward, grabbed the chess board and chess box, and left without even bothering to pay the money.

"Hey, hey, you... steal my chess piece..."

The originally low-spirited hawker was about to have a fit when he saw someone snatching things, but was frightened by the ferocious look of Ji Yuancang with blood streaming from his eyes. His words changed from strong to weak, and he actually didn't dare to chase after him and **** back the chessboard and chess box. .

"Hoo...ho...hoho..."

My breathing was trembling, and I was a little confused as I kept mumbling a sentence in my heart.

‘I am a chess player…I am a chess player…’

Ji Yuan, who looked like a madman, staggered out of the city all the way. His center of gravity was obviously unstable, but his pace kept accelerating. In the end, he almost turned into an afterimage, heading straight into the wilderness forest.

He ran wildly for a whole day and night, running directly from Juntianfu City for more than 300 miles, and rushed up to the deserted Junyuan Mountain. He ignored the thorns, vines and weeds all the way, and rushed wherever he went.

Ji Yuan rushed through the mountains for a long time. When he saw a cave on the mountain wall in front of him that was only two feet deep, he immediately seemed to have found a savior and rushed towards it with the chessboard in his arms.

Staggering into the cave wall, Ji Yuan untied the Ivy Sword and placed it beside the cave. He put down the chessboard and chess box. Ji Yuan sat in it like a maniac, with the previous images and fear lingering in his head. .

Open the chess box and take out the black and white chess pieces. What you see in front of you is no longer a mundane chessboard, but the general trend of the world and the world. With the sound of "click", the chess pieces fall, the artistic conception once again spreads across the world, and the fate begins to make moves.

Having a glimpse of the great changes in the world, Ji Yuan absolutely cannot or dare not tell anyone about it.

He has an almost certain intuition. As a chess player, he is trying to see changes in the world, and his job is to change the world and change the world. Once he tells the truth to others, the end will be far worse than that of Taoist Qingsong. Times, I am afraid that if he plots against someone or even anyone who hears this, they will all be turned into ashes in an instant!

The heavy pressure was like a mountain, weighing Ji Yuan out of breath. He had to find an answer by himself, and there was no one to turn to!

Once in the small pavilion courtyard of Ju'an in Ning'an County, Ji Yuan and Yin Zhaoxian played chess, and they could play many games in a long time. But at this moment, every chess piece that falls has gone through countless changes in the emptiness of the mountains and rivers of the artistic conception. Project the disappeared chessboard of heaven and earth onto the chessboard in front of you, and dropping a stone is like lifting a mountain.

The artistic conception alchemy furnace has always been blazing with fire, and the magic power in the body has been running crazily for a moment, just to support the completion of this game.

The change in time has lost its meaning to Ji Yuan's consciousness at this moment, but it is clearly reflected on the body.

The stars move, the moon rises and the sun sets, the thunderstorms and clouds rise and the sun sets...

Even though the situation and intention are special at this moment, it has been very slow, but the fate is gradually getting thinner...

One night.

"Ouch~~~~~~~~~"

A sad wolf howl sounded not far away. Not long after, an old lone wolf who had been driven out of the pack carefully approached the wall of a mountain cave in the night and saw a man frozen there.

The man's body remained motionless, his hands hanging above the chessboard in a holding position. His clothes were somewhat ragged, and dead branches and leaves were piled around him.

"Hoho~~~~"

The old wolf lowered his body and cautiously approached the cave wall, saliva dripping from his face as his fangs were exposed.

"Buzz~~~"

Leaning against the outside of the cave wall, the edge of the ivy sword whistled. The blade slipped out of the scabbard less than half an inch. The cold light from the sword edge made the old wolf feel as if he had entered an ice cave.

"Woo...Woo..."

The old wolf was greatly frightened and ran away with his tail between his legs...

. . .

In the fifteenth year of Dazhen and Yuande's reign, there is no sound of reading in Ning'an County School today.

Among the students in the school, less than half of them were older. Except for a few who returned to live at home, the rest actually got the opportunity to go to higher education and went to several academies in Desheng Mansion.

At this moment, the schoolchildren in the hall, the youngest is seven years old and the oldest is sixteen years old, all look at their master with reverence and reluctance. Yin Qing, who is already fifteen years old, is also sitting upright among them.

Yin Zhaoxian did not speak, but just wrote an article in front of the master's desk. After a long time, he finished writing an article, then he blew it gently a few times to make the ink dry faster, and then placed it on the side of the table.

Seeing that the writing on the piece of paper on the table where I had written the article had dried, I took it over and folded it carefully, then put it into an envelope. Then I picked up a pen and wrote on the envelope: A gift from Master to Du Ming.

After finishing writing, he closed the envelope and put it aside, stacking it on top of a dozen thick paper envelopes that had grown on the other side of the desk.

After doing this, Yin Zhaoxian took the pen again, dipped it in ink and started writing the next article.

Today, Mr. Yin of Ning'an County School will write a letter to every student, just like the one those students who dropped out of school and returned home received before leaving, just like those who went to distant colleges for further studies. The letter that the student received when he left.

The whole school was completely silent. No children disturbed their master while he was writing, and everyone below was sitting respectfully and no one was talking to him.

This kind of school discipline is based on respect from the heart. Today's Yin Zhaoxian, the majesty of a master does not require a ruler, and the ruler of Ning'an County School has been covered with dust for a long time.

About half an hour passed before Yin Zhaoxian put the pen back on Beacon Hill and waited for the ink on the last piece of paper to dry before putting it away in a envelope.

"Okay, there are sixty-seven letters in total. They are all finished. I will send them to you one by one after the private school class."

In this move, Yin Zhaoxian imitated his close friend Ji Yuan. He was very self-conscious and could more or less strengthen the students' ideals.

The students below all looked at Yin Zhaoxian, and Yin Zhaoxian felt a little sympathetic. He stood up and smiled.

"Why read the books of saints? You want to repay the world. However, in today's world, it is not easy to practice the ways of saints. It is not something I, a commoner, can do."

Yin Zhaoxiang held a handwritten volume of "An Essay on Birds" in his hand.

"Master, after all, I also got a B grade in the article in Zengzhou Interpretation Examination. I am determined to take the exam again this time, so that I can fulfill my ambition in the future. Master, I will educate thousands of people in one life, and educate tens of thousands of people in order to govern the world!"

"Master...I heard from my father that officialdom is very cruel, and there is no bloodshed in temple battles..."

A thirteen-year-old boy at the front of the class hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke. This is the second son of Ning'an County Magistrate Chen Sheng, named Chen Yuqing. Looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com is also Yin Zhaoxian's favorite. One of the admiring students.

In fact, in the past two years, Ning'an County Master Yin Zhaoxian has gained some fame in nearby counties and even two or three academies. This is because he is very good at teaching and educating students. Senior students can enter the academy based on their talents and insights.

As a result, people from other counties often send their children to Ning'an to go to school, which also leads to a lot more students in the county school.

Chen Yuqing heard her father Chen Sheng comment on Master Yin at the end of last year, saying that he had great ambitions. Although his works "The Theory of Birds" and "The Theory of Knowledge" are still being improved, they are not simple books at present. , but this kind of person is too righteous and is most likely to fail in officialdom.

Chen Yuqing was a little scared about these words. For some reason, he didn't dare to say them out now, because he was afraid that if he said them out, his wife would really not be able to come back.

Yin Zhaoxian naturally didn't know the complicated thoughts in the students' minds, but felt the students' reluctance and concern for him, which made his heart warm.

"Well, Master, although I am just a scholar, I have talked about temples with my friends, so I have a certain understanding of them. But you don't have to worry, Master, maybe I am not knowledgeable enough and will be kicked off the list!"

Yin Zhaoxian joked and made the students below him laugh, but perhaps only the youngest students were serious about it. The other children believed that their master would definitely pass the exam.

Yin Zhaoxian held the book on his back and looked at the green bamboos in the garden outside the school. He took the state exam again after nine years. Now he is in his thirties. He is not that old, but he is not a young scholar anymore.

Only this time, I felt much less anxious.

After writing two good articles, Yin Zhaoxian felt more and more that education was important, but educating people in this school alone was too weak. It was so weak that it was difficult to push out these two books.