Volume III Yinjiang Chapter Fifty-Eighth Playing Chess and Treading the Snow
"countless."
"What about yourself?"
"I haven't counted." Qingqing raised her head and stared at the fierce glint in Jimo Xing's eyes. "I never thought about being a good person. I only knew that the sword flashed across me.
In front of me, the person opposite——"
After saying this, Qingqing suddenly used the crook of his elbow to knock Jimo Xing's knife-holding wrist away. Then his knees rushed to Jimo Xing's chest, and in one breath, he pushed the thin and small Jimo boy to the ground.
"Must fall."
Before Jimo Xing could stabilize his body, Qingqing used his hand to form a palm and struck him at the wrist joint. The short scimitar suddenly fell out of his hand. The blade arced across the air, and Qingqing used his backhand to slash the sword.
The handle of the knife was lifted, and it was pressed against Xingxing's temple.
Jimo Xing heard several "plop, plop" sounds, and it was his own heartbeat that could be heard in his ears.
Xingxing regained the ruthless look in his eyes and asked coldly: "When was the first time you hurt someone's life?"
Qingqing tilted his head and thought: "There is a woman named A Ming in Ruixin Pagoda outside the West Lake Seven Stars Palace."
"Why kill her?"
"She wants to kill me." As if she heard a strange question that was difficult to understand, Qingqing raised the corner of her mouth with a rare sneer, "No one can hurt me or the lives of those around me before trying to kill me."
"What if someone wants to take my life?"
"Then let him step on my body."
The stars raised their eyes, and a leaf fell in the wind.
The calm breathing seemed to blend with the bleak golden autumn. The dead leaf cut through Qingqing's long black hair and fell on Jimo Xing's fingertips. The dead autumn leaves still retained the warmth of the girl, and the boy's white cheeks were slightly rubbed.
, the subtle exhalation rose and fell between the eyelashes. At this moment, Jimo Xing only felt that Qingqing's face, which was still covered with bruises and black scars, was stained with the dust of the northern desert and the dew of the Eastern Mountains, pulling his heartbeat, wanting to leave.
Half a minute closer...
The cold tip of the knife trembled in the palm of Qingqing's hand. As soon as Qingqing let go, the scimitar suddenly fell into the soil. Only a familiar shout could be heard not far away, and a long shadow appeared in the setting sun:
"Qing Qing - the third prince - if you don't come to eat, you will be hungry!"
Holding the short knife in his hand, Jimo Xing was dazed for a moment. He wiped the sharp side edge with his cuff, grasped the handle of the knife and put it back at his waist. Qingqing got up and waved to the owner of the shadow, regardless of the dirt he was covered with.
Jimo Xing saw a neat ponytail swung behind the girl who kept walking. Her long hair was tightly tied, and even the corners of her red phoenix eyes were raised high. Qingqing took the girl's arm naturally and said with a smile: "Qixue Master
Sister, how did you find this place?"
"This is my home!" Qixue put her hands on her hips, "I have been hiding in the night for more than ten years, how can any ant hole escape the palm of my hand?" After a pause, she saw that the two of them were covered in mud, and the beautiful
The Northern Desert Golden Horse was holding his head high and could not help but raise his eyes: "I haven't seen anyone for a long time because of fun. Master knows about it and you will be reprimanded again!"
"Hehe..." Qingqing grinned and hurriedly pulled Qixue out of the forest, "If it doesn't happen next time, it won't happen again!"
Somehow, Qixue let out a long sigh like an adult.
Qingqing didn't understand what he meant. She turned her head and blinked at her senior sister. Qixue pulled Qingqing's arm closer to her and whispered: "Qingqing, do you know that in the poem, 'Lang
Coming on a bamboo horse, the two little ones can guess'?"
Nodding, then shaking his head, Qingqing smiled slightly: "I can't remember clearly."
"On the first day I arrived at Yeping, I saw Master carrying you and the white jade flute down the mountain. Although Master scolded you all the way, I could see in my heart that from the moment you stood in front of Senior Brother Hengshen
, Master values you very much..."
Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes wide.
As if the air around her became quiet, Qixue continued to think about herself: "I didn't understand it at first, so during the Lantern Festival and Hairpin Ceremony, I secretly made up my mind that I would definitely win the chance to be separated." Qingqing nodded.
Head: "I don't practice diligently, so it was expected that I would lose to my senior sister."
"Until later..."
"later?"
"Later at the Eight Music Club in Xuantan." Qixue swallowed and clenched her fists as if she had made up her mind, "Senior Aunt Zihua told me that if the other sects were less hostile to Linghu's descendants, that would be
I fight in the Bayin Society in the name of Dongshan Linghu clan." At this point, as if she was deliberately waiting for Qingqing's reaction, Qixue suddenly stopped, raised her eyebrows, and looked into Qingqing's eyes.
After just looking at each other for a moment, Qingqing immediately turned around and said, "I met Master Aunt a few days after the Eight Music Festival started."
Regardless of her avoidance, Qixue still persisted in looking at Qingqing between her brows and eyes: "Everyone disguised themselves, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw the four words 'Linghu Qingqing' - written under the name of General Kong in West Lake."
This time it was Qingqing's turn to take a deep breath: she knew what Qixue wanted to say.
The two girls walked forward in silence, with the golden autumn forest receding in their eyes. Even a weak breeze could stir up the roar of broken branches and old leaves falling one after another. Jimo Xing led the beautiful golden horse with him.
Behind, it seemed like the world was filled with the crunching sound of horse hooves crushing fallen leaves.
Qixue and Qingqing, neither of them knew who should speak first.
Finally, Qingqing stared at the ground covered with yellow leaves and said slowly: "General Kong saved me and you, but I couldn't save him." Qixue opened her eyes wide, suddenly remembering that day of ice and snow.
Above, the light and shadow of Pegasus' silver bow pass by.
"So, Xue." Qingqing stretched out her hand to hold Qixue's fingertips and lowered her voice, "I have never been a great hero who helps the world, but I must protect everyone around me."
In the blink of an eye, another half month has passed. Winter has entered the night, and the mountains are covered with snow. As soon as you go out, the soft snow can sink into your knees. Lianggui chessmen who travel alone in the mountains and rivers rarely come back - with
Qing Qing’s long-lost white jade flute.
Qingqing was wrapped in a thick green robe, carrying a bamboo hat, and walked along the mountain in the snow.
Standing outside the chess player's door, snowflakes continued to fall from the sky. After a while, Qingqing seemed to be a standing ice sculpture. It was not until Qingqing felt that her eyes were blurred, and even her eyelashes were covered with snow beads, that she finally saw the bamboo on the door of the house.
The curtain moved. Qingqing hurriedly stepped forward, shook off the snow all over his body, took off his bamboo hat and leaned over and said:
"Disciple Linghu Qingqing, I have seen a chess player."
The chess player's skinny back was first exposed behind the bamboo curtain, and then he turned around and walked out, holding a square chessboard in his arms. The chessboard had empty squares, no chess pieces, no chess pieces, just like an ordinary piece of old wood.
, was placed in the middle of the snow by Xia Liang.
Liang Gui shook off his clothes, sat cross-legged on one side of the chessboard, and slightly lowered his eyes to the position opposite him.
Qingqing stepped forward and sat down on his knees in the cold snow, looking at the plate, puzzled. Liang Gui seemed to smile slightly:
"It's a pity to play chess without a game. Since Young Master Linghu is here today, why don't you finish the game with the old guy yourself?"
As soon as he lowered his head, Qingqing said softly: "This disciple doesn't know how to play chess."
Liang Gui closed his eyes indifferently, shook his head and said: "Young Xia and Qixue grew up in Yeping Mountain since childhood. They specialize in different chess skills. The way they learned to play chess does not need to be strict with eye-catching, strategizing, etc. Young Xia needs to learn among them.
, nothing more than two words." After saying that, the chess player gestured to Qingqing to stretch out her hand and write two words on her palm -
"Heart-to-heart talk".
Qingqing couldn't help but frowned as if he didn't understand what he meant. Liang Gui then continued: "The so-called heart-to-heart talk means talking with others and talking with yourself. The game between black and white is nothing more than testing each other in silence. The so-called '
This is the principle of "playing chess in leisure time".
"Today, I asked you to review this game. The old guy discovered that Master Linghu only taught you half of the principles. Today, the old guy has no ability and wants to try to teach you the other half."
Hearing this, Qing Qing suddenly raised his eyes. Faintly aware of the chess player's intentions, he lowered his head silently. After a long time, he quietly said:
"It's true that I don't know how to play chess, but I have seen my uncle's 'Wood Fox Wild Treasure'."
"Okay." Liang Gui nodded heavily, "Do you know about 'Hidden Stake in the Snow'?"
One last look at the chessboard, nineteen horizontal lines and nineteen vertical paths were carved in Qingqing's mind. Then he turned around and walked away. His green boots lifted and fell in the snow, and the formation of black herons appeared.
It spread its wings between the two people's footprints and appeared between the vertical and horizontal lines.
This is the scene after the chess game was shattered by Alou Ruan Yin.
Now only the formation at Tianyuan is still empty. Qingqing stood quietly at the edge of the huge snowy chessboard for a few minutes. Suddenly, his green robe was raised, and he turned around with his chin raised. Liang Gui's waist was hunched, and his thin body was bowed.
Up, two chess pieces, one black and one white, flew across the wind and flew towards Qing Qing.
Qingqing was not in a hurry to greet him, but clasped her hands on her chest for a moment before turning sideways and trying to take a step forward.
Just when the first move was about to be made, Qingqing suddenly reached out his hand, and a green shadow flashed out of the broad sleeves of his robe. The black chess piece in the pair of chess pieces couldn't resist the strong wind, and suddenly became dizzy and fell straight to the ground.
Qingqing's green robe flew up, and she gathered the black chess piece into her arms. Almost at the same time, her feet hit three horizontal and four vertical ones, and she said softly:
"Xiaomu."
Seeing that another white stone was about to pass by, he immediately kept walking and secretly made up his mind. Suddenly he jumped far away, as if exploring the sea, and took the white stone into his arms with his backhand. He did not dare to relax on his toes.
He just tried his best to probe far away, and finally landed on the four horizontal and four vertical ones on the side of Liang Gui. Liang Gui nodded:
"star."
Before he finished speaking, another pair of black and white stones flashed out from the sleeves of the chess player's thin clothes. One of them was running wildly, the other was not slow and fast, and all of them were heading towards the center of Qing Qing's eyebrows.
Using different techniques to restore an old chess score - music, swords and guns, juggling, or pen and ink - is called "hidden stakes". The chess player throws two chess pieces, and the holder leans out to catch them.
Every step is exactly on the "hidden pile". This move is difficult to follow in summer, but it is only interesting in the snow. After generations of chess players, this method of "stepping on the hidden pile in the snow" has been adopted.
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At this moment, Qingqing was blowing the green shadows and white snow, her cheeks were flushed and she breathed out hot breath, as if she had experienced a bit of the fun of confronting each other in her mind and stepping on the hidden pile under her feet.
Under Qingqing's feet, the black chess piece was gradually entangled with the white pieces. Seeing that there was only a gap left to survive, only the last remnant was left, and it was about to die in an instant. Qingqing took back the last black piece and said in his heart: