Yingmeng looked around the antique, dimly lit room. The colors of the room were bright white and light blue. There was a very tall bookshelf on the wall, which was filled with books and bamboo slips.

Ying Meng hugged a white soft blanket and was so happy! She had not slept on such a comfortable bed for a long time. She remembered that the quilt she used to cover when she was a Xuanxian was made of Tibetan antelope cashmere and silk mixed with tapestry.

It's done. There are 250,000 words of meaningful scriptures on it, all woven with gold thread.

Look again, I can't get along well now. I can only be shy. I was a rich man in the past.

"Unknown Young Master." A waiter entered the living room from outside.

Yingmeng quickly set up the shelf, sat on the chair, and rubbed the rim of the white jade cup between her fingers. She glanced at the waiter: "What's the matter?"

The waiter said: "Young Master would like to invite you to go to the mountain to see the scenery of Yuntian Sect. I hope you will not refuse."

Yingmeng put down the tea cup and said calmly, "Lead the way."

Ying Meng raised her eyes and looked up at the pavilion. She wondered why the young sect leader wanted him here at this time. Could it be some kind of drama about seizing power? But out of courtesy, the host invited her to come out as a guest. What could she say as a guest? Of course it was by the way.

Come and watch the show.

Yingmeng slowly flicked her spotless wide sleeves, and then walked up to the pavilion on the hill.

Looking at the two people chatting happily in the pavilion, Ying Meng's eyes were cold and cold. Damn it! If I had known about it, I wouldn't have come. Life is not important when watching a show.

It was too late to run now, so Yingmeng had no choice but to pretend to be calm and walk forward.

When she got closer to the two of them, Yingmeng realized that the two were playing chess.

Seeing Yingmeng coming, Wang Huansheng leaned lazily on his chair, his whole body showing a bit of weariness. "Young Master Wuming, I'm afraid he didn't expect that the Yuntian Sect's surname is Yang."

The surname is Yang? Yingmeng's heart skipped a beat. She thought of the noble temperament that Yang Cang occasionally exuded, of Yang Cang's mysterious identity, and of Yang Cang's extraordinary talent. Could Yang Cang be related to the Yuntian Sect?

Ying Meng had a lot of thoughts in her heart, but her face showed no expression at all: "I don't know, Young Sect Leader, why do you want to see me?"

"It's not a political matter. There is no need to call me Young Sect Leader. I asked Brother Yang to call you here. I heard that you are very smart, why not come and see how this game of chess goes." Wang Huansheng's lazy voice was particularly penetrating.

Sex, the ending sound is slightly rising, which is a bit seductive.

Only then did Yingmeng notice the chessboard on the table. The moment she saw the chessboard, her eyebrows jumped. It was a white jade chessboard.

The white jade chessboard is designed for a special kind of chess piece. It was once a thing of the immortal world. When the Yuntian Sect was founded, it was presented to the founder of the sect by a certain immortal king in the immortal world.

There is also a special legend associated with it. It is said that before his death, an immortal master used what he had learned throughout his life to design a set of chess techniques, and his men designed a white jade chessboard for him. Later, one person understood it.

He discovered the path on the chessboard. He left a piece of the chess score and committed suicide the next day.

Later, all the people who understood the Tao in this chessboard died one after another. The strange thing is that the way of death was suicide. However, the more people died, the more people flocked to this chessboard. And

The more people die, the more powerful it is. People always have a sense of luck. What if I happen to gain enlightenment, what if I happen to not die?

Ying Meng glanced at the placement of the chess pieces on the chessboard again. This was exactly the chess score that she had been lucky enough to see in the library. Well, she sneaked out of the forbidden area to look at it.

She only glanced at Yingmeng and quickly looked away. She didn't want to die by suicide one day.

Wang Huansheng's lazy gaze fell on Yingmeng's face, his eyes flickering unpredictably. "Brother Wu's reaction is very strange. Is there something special about this chessboard?"

Don’t you know? You even know the chess records, and you often go to forbidden areas. And you asked me, if you want to die, don’t drag me with you.

Yingmeng complained happily in her heart, but she didn't show any emotion on her face, "That's not true, I just think that the Yuntian Sect is really rich. The two of you really live a life of poverty and poverty, which is extravagant and corrupt. They use white jade to play chess pieces.

checkerboard."

He is a treacherous minister, and his words are treacherous and treacherous.

Nothing wrong with it.

Wang Huansheng raised a nasty smile, "I think Brother Wu has an extraordinary temperament, he must be from the immortal world."

A pawn on the chessboard crosses the border between Chu and Han.

Yingmeng was startled. She lowered her eyes and looked at the table, her eyes as deep as the sea. With Wang Huansheng's character, he must have some evidence to ask this question. If he answered casually, he might reveal his identity.

"Brother Wang asked, could it be that you have seen someone similar to me in the fairy world?"

"Nothing, just ask."

"Young Master Wuming, look at this chess game. Do the chess pieces look like people? They can only obey the instructions of the chess players. And the chess players are like counselors in the overall situation of the world. Each one arranges troops for his own monarch.

"To put it bluntly, it's just a chess piece. I wonder who the ruler of the unknown young master is?" Yang An's eyebrows swept over Ying Meng coldly.

His eyes were as cold as snow in winter, and the biting coldness penetrated directly into Yingmeng's body.

The cannon is moved behind the pawns on the chessboard.

The corner of Yingmeng's lips raised a sneer, "I was born in this world, and my monarch is the current Holy One."

Yang An withdrew his inquiring eyes, "The arrival of the unknown young master is very different from the rumors outside."

Wang Huansheng smiled slightly, "What rumors are there out there? Why haven't I heard of them?"

A trace of tenderness flashed in Yang An's eyes, "The nameless person has an unstable temperament, is cruel and uncaring, is cruel and insensitive, and is as cold as an evil ghost crawling out of hell."

Wang Huansheng glanced at Ying Meng, pretending to be surprised and said: "Isn't it? I think Brother Wu is as bright as the wind and the moon, just like the rumors. It can be seen that the rumors cannot be fully believed."

Yingmeng lowered her eyes, and the eyes under her eyelashes were as deep and vast as the starry sky, and she couldn't see the bottom. She just stood there, quietly listening to the two of them discussing themselves.

Seeing that Ying Meng had no obvious reaction, Wang Huansheng's lazy eyes narrowed slightly, "As a human being, it's better to just hit the breaking point. Am I right? Ying Meng."

The knight on the chessboard jumps to the bottom line. Checkmate!

It seems that he has been recognized. With his character, he should be 100% sure to say so. Of course, Yingmeng will not recognize it. Even if he does recognize it, he can't do anything to him without evidence, and she

Now he is an envoy of the imperial court. In the Yuntian Sect, he was inexplicably given a name and was solved. The political impact is very bad.

"Although my envoy's reputation outside is not very good, your Excellency will not humiliate me."

Wang Huansheng didn't say anything. He casually shot out a burst of spiritual energy. Most people couldn't detect it. Ying Meng naturally noticed his little move, but in order to maintain her identity, she had to resist the next move.

Seeing that nothing happened, Wang Huansheng raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly surprised. He raised his hand and gestured to Yang An.

Yang An pressed and understood immediately. "The unknown young master Huansheng has been walking around in the world for many years and does not understand the rules. Please forgive me if I have offended you. Since you don't like this topic, let's continue playing chess. I don't know what you think of me."

What’s the best way to take one step?”

Ying Meng reflexively looked at the chessboard. It was okay if he didn't look at it, but it was worse when he looked at it. This move...

As the two men continued to follow the chess plan, Yingmeng fell deeper and deeper into the game.

The rule of square and circle, "Heaven is round", also refers to the way of heaven. The disk is a square, which is the earth. The Qian hexagram in the Bagua is the sky, which is the circle; the Kun hexagram is the earth, which is the square. The chess pieces are people, walking in the rules.

Wandering among the rules, helpless among the rules, and living and dying among the rules.

"You can't resist, you can only wander in the times, you can only be helpless in the times, so what does life and death matter?" A familiar bewitching voice sounded again.

Shadow Dream was pulled into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

She seemed to be in endless darkness, looking down at the light in the distance. The twinkling stars were shattered under her feet.

A familiar figure walked towards her. No, it was not just familiar, it was her, another her.

The other woman stood in front of her with a seductive smile. A dagger slowly appeared in her hand. She handed the dagger to her.

The endless void keeps echoing, "What's the matter with life and death? What's the matter with life and death?"

"Come on. Kill me, or kill yourself. Then you will be free, free, free from this miserable era."

Yingmeng's eyes were empty, and he slowly raised the dagger and put it close to his forehead.

What's wrong with life and death? Liberation?

"You made the wrong mistake." The sound was as clear as the sound of spring flowing on the top of the snow-capped mountains, breaking the darkness. Yingmeng suddenly opened his eyes, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. The clothes behind him were soaked. The clothes between his sleeves were soaked.

My fingers continued to tremble, and my palms were covered in cold sweat.

She looked up and saw Yang An holding Wang Huansheng's hand. "A true gentleman watches chess without saying a word, and a man who plays chess without regrets. Huansheng, don't regret chess."

"Oh, I accidentally made a mistake. Let me regret it just once."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Yang An's eyes, and he didn't stop him anymore.

Wang Huansheng regretted and made another move, but Yang An held his hand and moved the chess piece to a certain position.

"Um?"

"You should go down here."

Ying Meng, who was standing by, no longer knew what to say, so did these two people let him go on purpose, or did they want him to wake up and give himself a hard time?

Yingmeng's heart sank, and her face became very ugly.

That chessboard...

It can awaken the inner demons.

For a moment, she seemed to remember how her inner demon came about.

It was the same feeling just now. She had the same feeling after reading the chess records.

In fact, her inner demons already existed. It was just that her mind was stable before, so the inner demons never had a chance to come out. When she was bullied by everyone, her mentality collapsed, so the inner demons had a chance to come out.

So, is the so-called great road the inner demon? No, it is not like the inner demon, but more like another self, a body full of energy...

She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down, but her blood flowed faster and faster.

No, I can't think about it anymore. Her mood is very unstable right now, and she might be exposed in front of these two people. She needs to find a reason to leave quickly. Fortunately, the two of them didn't pay much attention to it, and just let him go.
To be continued...