Chapter 2587 The chessboard pieces are falling and flying hail
In any case, time cannot be fiddled with by the yellow relic.
Because time is the most fundamental order of history, no matter how perfect the story is, it will be overturned by the changing time.
Fortunately, Huang Sari, who has traveled backwards in time, has not yet reached the top... Otherwise, this history book would be difficult to establish in front of her.
Although Zuo Qiuwu was pinned down by Jiang Wang in the mountains and rivers, he still turned the Spring and Autumn Period——
Under the bodhi tree, a net of dust suddenly formed.
This is a secret technique created by Zuo Qiuwu, [Quiet Meditation Why Wandering].
The only function is to lock others in their practice. If the heart of the yellow relic were not for enlightenment, even this dust net would not be visible.
Even if the chance of Huang Relic climbing to the top was one in a hundred, Zuo Qiuwu cautiously erased the "one". Then he raised his eyes and tried to pick out a ray of literary spirit even though one of his fingers was frozen by Jiang Wang.
Come--
Above the high dome, a yellow dragon suddenly looked down. Its scales were like a wheel, and its whiskers were like a vine. It made the sky light spin around and made the sea of people surge.
Naturally, he has perfected all the thirty-six Confucian literary qualities. But at this moment, all of them are transformed into one, manifested by the dragon-like literary spirit.
This elegant yellow dragon, burdened with hard work, towers between the sky and the sea. In an instant, it crosses the Daydream Bridge and pounces on the ice coffin that freezes the sea of mind.
To be more precise, it was the yellow relic standing on the ice coffin.
The yellow dragon breathes out, and thousands of Confucian spells pour down like a waterfall from the sky.
The yellow relic's face was covered with blood, but he grinned and said: "The beauty in the world is like a beautiful scenery, you should climb to the top to see it all!"
She wiped away those dust nets with her bloody hands, and looked at the various killing techniques with her bloody eyes.
The yellow robe seemed to be swept up by the wind and sand of the northern desert, and the body was as tight as a cheetah... but only one sound was heard——
"I am Buddha!"
The demon-conquering pestle on the Thunder Sound Tower is spinning around.
The smiling face of the yellow-faced Buddha on the Pudu Demonic Pestle suddenly lost its smile.
In an instant, the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and in front of the raging waterfall of Confucianism, a little old man appeared inexplicably and by chance - this fate did not exist, but I, the Buddha, made it strong.
The old man was wearing an old cotton coat, holding a long cigarette stick, squatting half in the air, as if he had just returned from farming. He was tanned, with deep wrinkles on his forehead, and beads of sweat... He looked harmless to humans and animals.
But the hand that was used to doing rough work, so rough and chapped, just grabbed it with the backhand, and easily reached into the Confucian waterfall, grabbing the yellow dragon that was smiling proudly in the sky, as if it were digging into muddy water, and caught it
A small loach.
Then he raised his head, opened his mouth, threw it in, took a few mouthfuls, chewed it up and swallowed it.
Among the peaks of Dongzhen of his generation, no one has reached the peak under the age of forty. Those of them who pursue the ultimate perfection have repeatedly polished the realm of Dongzhen, hoping that they can still look at transcendence after the peak...
Yan Wenshe in Zhongshan is at the top of the road, the building is about to fall to the evil cultivator, and Lu Shuanghe is blocking the road. He has only started to make progress in the past few years...but he is the only one who finally fulfilled his old wish and achieved it successfully.
It's really like a hundred battles, and it's hard to get across to the other side.
Even the Jiji Dongzhen, which has been honed over and over again, is not as powerful as the ancient Dongzhen Jiang Wangkuang. However, the road to the top has been paved long ago. Taking advantage of the momentum in the grassland, the Buddha body was built first.
What he showed at this moment was far from the power he had first demonstrated.
He moved away the long cigarette stick that was filled with green smoke, looked down, and finally saw the blood-covered yellow relics on the ice coffin. His even somewhat innocent eyes were full of heartache and pity.
"Old man!" He suddenly looked at Zuo Qiuwu deep in the ice coffin, his eyes as cold as a knife blade: "How dare you hurt the Buddha's daughter?"
Zuo Qiuwu didn't look at him, but looked at Huang Relic: "I'm sorry, Huang Cabinet Member. Dou Zhao carries a knife, Jiang Wang carries a sword, you... take a father with you?"
This really doesn't make sense.
If these people in Taixu Pavilion really want to go out and bring a backstage, who wouldn't have seven or eight True Lords behind them?
It was agreed that when doing things in Taixu Pavilion, if something goes wrong, you will call me daddy...what does that mean?
"Dad! What are you making a fuss about!" Huang Reli didn't flinch when faced with a life-or-death crisis. Now he jumped to his feet, his voice trembling with embarrassment: "It's such a shame, let's go!"
When she was a child, her old father always stood up for her and beat up the brats who dared to be stubborn with her. Later, she was able to beat everyone to the ground, and her old father only stepped forward when the other parent came to her door—
—Either tell the child to handle his or her own affairs, or say...if you don't accept it, do it.
She really didn't know that after her old father built the Buddha statue, he turned his attention to the Demon-Conquering Pestle to protect her... This was too much for not treating her as a master!
"Okay, okay, good daughter, dad will leave soon." Huang Fu quickly coaxed her, habitually agreeing to everything first, but then looked at Zuo Qiu Wu coldly: "When this matter is finished - put this old thing away
If you kill me, no one will know that dad came to help you. My dear daughter, you will not lose your place."
He was a little proud again and said loudly: "That's good! That's good!"
Looking at the father and daughter, Zuo Qiuwu could still laugh: "You, a fire-burning monk, don't want to be shy. Huang Sari is a member of the Taixu Cabinet and the proud son of the times! You are now in the Qinku Academy, and you have your own history as a book. How can you hide your ears and steal your bells?"
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The Buddha's smile hung on Huang Fu's face, his eyes turned fierce, and he jumped down: "You sour scholars, write about the snow but not the snow, and write about the wind and the low branches! It has seven twists and turns, it's so uncomfortable, and it makes the Buddha very happy."
Not satisfied - let’s make some changes now!”
"Dad!" Huang Sheli glared at him. He was very dissatisfied with his old father's move. He seemed to be forcing him back, but when he raised his hand, he threw the Pudu Demonic Pestle: "Bullying others with power is like a raging fire. Killing people and cheating are taking advantage of the moon.
The black wind is high - if you have to do it, do it neatly! Otherwise, if you laugh, you will be laughed at, but you will not get the benefits."
"Good daughter!" Huang Furen revealed the Buddha's precious body in the air, grasped the demon-subduing pestle, and plunged it down without hesitation -
As vicious as an old farmer hoeing the ground!
Every page of history where Zuo Qiuwu's "time body" is located has been turned over like the fields tended by an old farmer.
The ground was turned upside down for a moment.
Douzhao was there, slashing his head and face, from Confucian sword to Mohist sword. In the past, [The Nameless Man Dies], hundreds of schools fought for the door, but he learned from the strengths of all. Now the killers came out, and gradually became integrated, and the more they fought, the braver they became.
The more he kills, the more he enjoys it, and his eyes are ablaze with golden flames.
Suddenly, every time and space in the history of the Diligent Academy was turned upside down.
All the worlds are acres of land, and the old farmers’ ridges stretch upward.
Huang Fu used the pestle as a hoe, and struck quickly and hard. The Buddhist magical power he used was extremely compassionate, and he sent people to pass away, regardless of whether they were willing or not, and he would send them all the way to the west.
The sharp edge passed by his face, and Douzhao, whose blood boiled from the battle, could not help but break out in a cold sweat. This strange Buddha's power actually left traces on his golden body for a long time.
He opened and closed the knife path for a while, but he restrained it for a while. His teeth were itching but he did not curse out loud. He only said: "Lord Huang Buddha, don't hurt me by accident!"
"You are talking too much!" Huang Fu walked away quickly impatiently: "The Spring and Autumn Period of Lao Shi Zi, I have also read the Spring and Autumn Period - it is nothing more than spring planting and autumn harvest! Buddha can see clearly which is seedlings and which is grass. Don't do it.
Just eat carrots and worry less!”
If this were not the father of his colleague Huang Sheli, Dou Zhao would never be so easy to talk to.
He curled his lips and raised his voice: "It's too chaotic here, let's change someone else to do it!"
Suddenly, Bai Lian was chopped out with a knife, and the frost-colored streak hung on the horizon, turning into a Daydream Bridge.
As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Wang from a distance.
The tranquil sea that had been condensed into an ice coffin was also cut into an ice edge, flying in the air, and suddenly turned into waves, surging on the bridge.
The look he gave Jiang Wang was not to ask him for help, but to tell him... not to stop him.
Daydream Bridge, Sea of Subconsciousness.
Yin and Yang are connected, and the three-way bridge appears.
The blue waves are like dragons wrapping around the white bridge... This [Santu Bridge] spans the Spring and Autumn Slips.
Dou Zhao swiped his blade and jumped onto the bridge. Zhong Xuan Zun, who was dressed in white and snowy, met him face to face.
At the other end of the bridge, rituals and music were ruined, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
On this side of the bridge, the White Bridge Ice Coffin turns the pages of history books.
Jiang Wang had actually connected everyone's subconscious mind together, while Dou Zhao dug out Chong Xuan Zun's subconscious mind and... changed his age with him.
It's so frustrating to kill here, and you have to give Huang Sari face, and you have to endure Huang Fu, and you can't relax your fighting spirit. There is no one on the Holy Demon side who has to worry about it?
He has a murderous temper, and the more he fights, the crazier he becomes. Zhongxuanzun points directly at the true nature and cuts off all illusions, but he is more suitable here.
As a result, the bodies on the bridge were different.
This transformation was Dou Zhao's decision before the battle, and it was whimsical. However, Zhong Xuanzun seemed to have been prepared for a long time and cooperated with it tacitly. When the wrong body came, the moon reached the sky.
Every page of the history book is opened by the magic pestle, and every page of the history book is illuminated by the bright moon.
Please collect the book!
Huang Fu said "seedlings" and "grass", and his words were rough and rational. He also raised his sword to look for... Zuo Qiuwu's most important "human world".
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Just when Jiang Wang used [Ruyi Qianqiu Coffin] to freeze Zuo Qiuwu in the deep sea of subconsciousness, Ju Gui also came to the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake.
Li Yi's figure still stands quietly on the top of the pavilion, like the statue mocking the wind. A sword has penetrated ancient and modern times, and raindrops have passed around him, but his figure is also ethereal and trance, disappearing and appearing, obviously it is not just here.
Zuo Qiuwu has been swept away, and the stone chess table in the pavilion in the center of the lake has not stopped.
The chess game is still going on.
Ju Gui walked in step by step, walked to the empty edge where the stone bench had been removed, and slowly sat down again - the horizontal and vertical "rules" intertwined into a cage and stood up as his square stool.
It is obviously a pure white [Dharma-Wu Duomen] chain, and it is obviously intertwined with the chain cages. There are large gaps between the chains. What is imprisoned between the cages cannot be seen.
There was only a faint banging sound that refused to let go, as if some evil beast had been locked up.
Zuo Qiuwu took away the hanging white chess piece, and Chong Xuanzun picked it up in front of Yuli Pavilion, and followed the procedure with another piece.
Now Ju Kui is sitting here, becoming a chess player holding white.
He was sitting upright, not like he was playing chess, but like he was being interrogated.
The corners of his clothes were like iron, protected from the wind, and he didn't care about the sound of rain outside the pavilion. He had never been sad about spring and autumn since he was a child. He only knew that the rules of ropes were responsible. When he looked into the chess basket, he felt like he was holding "Chop"
"With the word command, he picked out a white piece - the electric light on his white piece shone, hinting at the power of heavenly punishment.
He was holding the white chess piece as if he was holding an axe, a guillotine that broke the neck, and a sky-breaking axe! The majestic and terrifying aura seemed to turn the pavilion in the middle of the lake into a execution ground.
But his eyes were calm and calm, silently watching the spot on the chessboard where the sunspots landed.
Ta-ta-ta-ta, there is a soft sound as the rain hits the pavilion.
Dong-dong-dong, the pieces fell onto the chessboard, sounding like war drums.
The drama begins to play chess.
Yuluo Xianqi is originally a leisurely game, but at this time, the two black and white stones on the chessboard are like fighting on the battlefield, and they must be divided into life and death.
The two big dragons, black and white, are already entangled in one place, and the winner is about to be decided...
The latest black chess piece that flew out suddenly stopped in the air, and there was a long sigh——
"It's been replaced."
Ji Gui didn't speak, he just waited and played. The process of playing chess was a process for him to understand the "rules". Every step of fighting on the chess helped him better understand everything that happened in Qinku Academy. It made him feel the left side of the game.
Why is Qiu Wu sitting here fighting, and why is the player opposite making moves?
His [Black and White Dharma Realm] is "establishing its order".
He will judge the chess game.
The black chess piece continued to speak: "Watching chess is like a human being. The piece that Zuo Qiu Wu made after the exam was supposed to be a ruthless 'break'. But when it fell, it was a step like that of an antelope hanging its horns. It was completely made by nature.
Zuo Qiuwu will never have this kind of free and easy style in his life. I thought this was my next opponent, but after that move, my style changed again - you play chess like an iron rope across the river, step by step, rigorous, cold and murderous.
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Black sighed while playing the chess piece: "I never thought that I, who enjoys hardships and enjoys a game that only lasts for ten thousand years, could see such a wonderful visitor."
Ju Gui thought for a moment, and the white chess piece he was holding finally made a sound, but it was majestic and indifferent: "The person who took the first move is indeed a big player. But my chess is very mediocre, just a few
Stupid rules cannot be regarded as wonderful as Mr. said."
"If your chess is actually called 'mediocre', then the game of chess will be ruined!" The voice inside the black chess pieces said: "Where did Zuo Qiuwu find a good helper? He has fulfilled his bold words back then, and will join the Diligent Academy.
Having been brought to an unprecedented height, have we actually cultivated such talents? Or are we making wedding clothes for others, seeking skin from tigers, and burning books with fire?"
Ju Gui remained calm and responded through the chess pieces: "What do you think, sir?"
The voice in the black chess piece said: "You two probably only became famous in the past thirty years."
Ji Gui thought thoughtfully: "Sir, have you been trapped here for thirty years?"
The voice in the black chess piece was very calm: "Calculating from the year 3901 of the Dao calendar... it should be so. This year is the year 3931 of the Dao calendar, right?"
Ju Gui's heart moved.
The history recorded in "The Sword of History Cuts the Sea" starts from the beginning of Dao Li and ends in the year 3900 of Dao Li.
The entire history book was completed in the year 3901 of the Dao calendar!
From then on, Sima Heng never appeared in front of others.
Some people said that he was practicing in seclusion; some said that he was so annoyed by the many people who wanted to change his books that he hid; some said that he was searching for the true history...
There are many theories, but the only confirmed truth is that he never showed his face again.
"History's Swordsman Cuts the Sea" was originally scheduled to be revised every sixty years, and many people were waiting for the new chapter in 3960.
In the past thirty years, there have been too many earth-shattering stories, but they must be truly recorded in history books and reflected in words in the pages of "The Sword of History" to be convincing.
But will Sima Heng appear again?
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be stuck in a special time and space at this moment. Time does not flow, and time is like a sea of tranquility." Ju Gui said cautiously: "I can't feel time in your voice."
The voice in Black Chess was silent for a moment, and there seemed to be an imperceptible bitter smile.
"This is a special period of time and space that I discovered in my early years. This period of time and space wanders in the 'historical cemetery' where time can be buried. I call it the 'Confusion Chapter'. I have relied on it to escape many historical dangers. I once thought that
It is also my page."
The man said: "People tend to regard luck as talent - and now I'm stuck here."