Ju Gui is no stranger to the "Historical Cemetery". It is an absolutely forbidden place in the long river of time. It is a place that those strong people who can walk freely in the past and future avoid. Even if they are simply tracing history, once they discover
The projection of the "historical cemetery" must also be avoided at a distance - this is a taboo clearly outlined in the information that can only be obtained at the top of Tianxing Cliff.
If he was only six points sure before, now he is eight points certain that the chess player corresponding to this black chess piece is Sima Heng.
He paused: "How can you still remember the time in the historical cemetery of decaying time?"
"This is my foundation. People who have no concept of time are not qualified to describe history -" the voice in the black chess piece said: "Time does not exist, it also exists because of me."
"Time exists because of you, but it also exists not only because of you." Jugui said.
The voice in the black chess piece agreed: "Yes, heroes are the banner of history, and history is the mark of time!"
He was very emotional: "The reason why the long river of time flows endlessly is because there are endless heroes in this land."
"I wonder if Zuoqiu Wu is considered a banner of history according to Mr.'s standards?" Jugui asked.
"Just banishing me is not enough for him to engrave history." The voice in the black chess piece said: "Because my story will eventually be lost in the 'lost chapter' and buried in the cemetery of history. He has to write a new story in order to
Able to be forever engraved in time, or...transcending time."
Jugui said slowly: "Since you know Zuo Qiuwu so well, you shouldn't be unable to beat him in chess, let alone be trapped here for so long... You just said, thirty years?"
The voice in the black chess piece was silent for a long time: "...He also understands me. In other words, he understands me better."
This chess piece was hovering in the air above the chessboard, with a bit of unspeakable bitterness: "If you look at this chess game again, there are many unreasonable moves, which he will definitely make, and I have to respond."
"The story is very clear at this point -" Ju Gui said seriously: "A righteous passer-by passing through this place should defeat the evil Zuo Qiu Wu, stabilize this chessboard, and use it as a projection of the historical window. I will find a way to guide you and guide you."
You rescued me from the graveyard of history.”
"But?" the voice from the chess piece asked.
"But who defines 'justice'?" Ju Gui said: "Those of us rushed into the sealed-off Diligent Academy and forced the door open regardless of resistance. Although it was to find our colleagues... who knew that Zhong Xuanyin was not like this?
The culprit of this disaster? The truth is still unclear. Can we really get better results by changing the situation in our own righteousness?"
The voice in Heiqi was slightly confused: "Xuan Yin...?"
Jugui continued: "Furthermore, Mr. Zuo Qiuwu stopped you here and turned Qinku Academy into a history book. Is it to harm you or to save the academy? But it's not necessarily that-the information we know so far is enough."
Those hot-blooded young people gave him a good beating, but it was not to the point of deciding his life or death."
"As expected of a master of Legalism, he is very disciplined in doing things." Black Qi's voice said: "It seems that today I am going to be promoted to court here."
Ju Gui did not answer his words and just said to himself: "Finally, I am eight points certain about your identity as 'Sima Heng', but I am still two points unsure."
Taixu Pavilion is taking over this history book - Qin Zhizhen is walking in the void and is helping him solidify the space. Among the many pages of history books, this page is solidified as an "iron book", and then helps him carve [black and white]
Dharma Realm].
At present, it seems that there is no problem for Jiang Wang and Li Yi to stop Zuo Qiuwu.
He doesn't need to rush for an answer. Today, everyone is dispatched. They have enough confidence. They can sit down, hold this history book, and read it slowly.
"The two points are not necessarily certain. How can we make it certain?" asked the voice in the black chess piece.
Jugui said: "Unfortunately, before I really see you, you will never get these two points from me."
"I understand that this is not against me, but the rigor of the law and the caution of punishment." Black Qi's voice calmly accepted the answer and said: "So, where is Zuo Qiuwu? Is it convenient for you?
inform?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ju Kui actually heard some concern in this voice.
"In the place where he should be." Jugui said.
"You must have never had a good chat with Zuo Qiu Wu." said the voice in Black Chess.
"Before I answer you, I want to know how you make your judgment -" Ju Gui said cautiously: "If my observation is not wrong, your feelings about the world should be limited to this game of chess and
My voice at chess.”
He has seen that this chess game is a historical window that opens deep in time and space, or to put it further, it is a projection of a certain historical window. The currently known information is that it is used to establish communication across time and space.
, and is specific to "historical cemetery" and "this page in the history of Qinku Academy" - but I don't know if it was Zuo Qiuwu who created it, or the person in Black who is suspected of being Sima Heng who completed it.
This is quite a terrifying method.
True to his words, when traveling in history, he could occasionally use "historical cemeteries" as a safe haven to avoid historical dangers - this fact has already subverted the drama's cognition.
"Your sensitivity to the rules is amazing! I can indeed breathe a sigh of relief because of the existence of this game. I am limited to this game and cannot see more." The voice in the black chess piece said slowly: "As for where my judgment comes from
Come here... even while playing chess and talking, you have been in contact with me for more than a quarter of an hour."
Ju Gui immediately grasped the white chess piece. He sat like a rock and asked calmly: "A quarter of an hour?"
The voice in the black chess piece said: "This game between me and Zuo Qiu Wu has been played for many years. It is played intermittently. He will only come back to make a move every once in a while - if you are serious with Zuo Qiu Wu
After talking, you won’t leave this quarter of an hour for me.”
"It sounds like you are saying that a quarter of an hour is enough for you to find your way out of the historical cemetery and land here."
Ju Gui is just a joke, or a test.
Gein's "historical cemetery" is the tomb of all wonderful stories. Even if a legendary chapter falls into it, it will eventually be forgotten by time.
If the tombs of all realms are the old tombs of space, the "historical cemetery" is the mass grave of time.
Many strong men who have unfortunately passed by the historical cemetery throughout the ages are buried there and have become part of the decaying time. It is almost impossible to escape from there unscathed. It is even more impossible to be so simple!
But the voice in the black chess piece said: "...Yes."
This voice sounded inside the chess piece, a faint sigh: "I have... seen the road."
This is simply terrifying!
A rather simple stone chess table now contains the mystery of the universe. Every chess piece on the chess table is a star in the universe, reflecting different worlds in the vast void.
"Really?" Ju Gui suddenly pressed down the white chess piece! A sudden light flashed through the sky, piercing the pavilion and dancing high in the sky. In this dazzling light, he pressed the chess piece on the chessboard, and it was like a roar.
The uncertain lightning clicked into the time and space connected to the chessboard!
Sizzling——
The lightning danced like wild snakes, and the whole pavilion in the center of the lake looked like a bright moon that flickered on and off.
The finger that Ju Gui uses to press the chess piece is an indestructible monument of law.
At this moment, the electric light shines, and there is indeed the embodiment of the Dharma on the finger. The words of the Dharma——
"Heaven can punish you, the earth can punish you, and people must stay within the rules!"
With the [Finger of the Legal Monument] and the [Heavenly Punishment Thunder], only at this point in the play can the power and majesty of a true Legalist king be truly revealed.
He is a representative figure of the younger generation of contemporary Legalists, although he is no longer young.
He is an old acquaintance of Yu Beidou, the last singer of Mingzhan. I won’t talk about friends, because a true Legalist monk has no friends.
Along the way, we are just setting rules and making judgments.
A dogmatic life, a dull life, as he himself said - "obeying some stupid rules."
But this is the path of Legalist monks. In other words, it is the path of "Legalist" monks like him.
Looking at the entire Qinku Academy incident, the truth of the matter has not yet fully emerged.
The known information is - Qinku Academy has indeed become a history book, Zuo Qiuwu exists in every page of this history book, and Cui Yi was sealed by Zuo Qiuwu. There is a person blocked on the opposite side of the chessboard, suspected to be Sima Heng.
And Dou Zhao circled Zuo Qiu Wu with one sword, and a few people fought, almost destroying the entire history book.
After eliminating Zuo Qiuwu's interference, Cang Meng descended on the world with the statue of destruction, but still could not find Zhong Xuanyin!
Zhong Xuanyin may have died, and what he wrote to Ju Gui was the last letter in his life.
But if he is still alive...
When the truth is unknown, whether he helps Zuo Qiuwu or Sima Heng, it may lead to Zhong Xuanyin's death.
Not to mention the current round, there is still the shadow of Shushan.
All members of Taixu Pavilion are present, and there is no need to choose a side. They are on one side.
What Ju Gui is currently doing is the tacit understanding reached within Taixu Pavilion——
No matter which side is good, the changes that have already occurred cannot be changed again.
No one will give him any face. Unless the six hegemons issue certificates of credence, which palace master from the Sanxing Palace will come over.
They have to suppress every party in this incident. They have to hold a three-chamber trial, they have to clarify the cause and effect, and they have to open the history book called Qinku Academy and air it repeatedly. They have to see clearly the shadow of history and understand Zhong Xuanyin.
Where exactly.
If he died, why did he die?
If he is alive, where is he?
As long as there is still a possibility for Zhong Xuanyin to be alive, this possibility must be held by Taixu Pavilion. At least in this matter, no matter Shushan, Zuo Qiuwu, or Sima Heng, or even the Holy Demon, and
Any other existence is not worthy of trust.
So this black chess piece wanted to flip and change, and Ju Gui suppressed it without hesitation.
The monument fell irrevocably, and the white chess piece pressed by the drama cabinet was about to nail the window of history——
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Snap!
There was a sound of chess pieces hitting chess pieces.
The hanging black chess piece was actually close to the white chess piece, lifting both the punishment thunder and the dharma tablet finger.
At this moment, this chess piece is like a mysterious eye. The dim light is disturbing in it, and it does have the depth of history.
Under the ravages of violent lightning, there is still order.
"Now is the time for me to make a move..." the voice in the black chess piece said: "Is your move against the rules?"
With just one collision, the white chess piece collapsed into millions of debris, but between the debris, there were electric wires shining... The electric light stitched the chess piece together.
Ju Gui's face was expressionless: "Sir, you are a senior, you might as well let me go first."
The collision of two chess pieces has the potential to destroy the world.
The ripples that destroyed all things spread out from the pavilion in the middle of the lake——
The stone bridge and the small lake all disappeared one foot at a time. The entire Qinku Academy was wiped out in an instant.
This small pavilion alone has become an immortal space at this moment because of the [Black and White Dharma Realm] that has been cast and shrunk in an instant.
"Since you know that I am the senior, you must know how to respect your elders!" The voice of the black chess piece actually reflected the magnificence of Legalism at this moment.
This is the voice of Xue Gui, the master of Legalism in the medieval era!
The person opposite was indeed a great historian, and at this moment he summoned Xue Gui’s historical Dharma voice to shake up the [Black and White Dharma Realm] that had been laid for a long time.
But the reason why this [Black and White Dharma Realm] is indestructible is not only because Ju Gui has understood the world and established rules, but also because there is a man named Qin Zhizhen who repeatedly refined the void with horizontal and vertical knives and cast it into an iron wall.
!
So when the word "respect the elders" rang out, a man in black clothes and a sword appeared next to him. He put his hands together and hugged the chessboard... In the endless void, an infinitely tall Emperor Yama hugged the universe.
.
At this moment, there was an infinite cracking sound.
Qin Zhizhen remained silent. He was a silent rock, an immortal iron wall, and an indestructible warrior!
Bang!
Surrounded by iron arms, the space is permanent.
Ju Gui was still sitting on the regular square stool, looking down at the chess game, pressing the pieces with his fingers: "I am your junior, but in Taixu Pavilion, I am the eldest one."
The voice in Black asked: "You want to say that you can take responsibility for your decisions, that you have to bear everything for them, your so-called colleagues?"
"I really want to say this. After so many years, I should indeed take responsibility and protect these respectable colleagues... But in fact, I am not."
The lightning pattern on Ju Gui's eyebrows, which looked like a living thing, actually cracked at this moment, revealing a vertical pupil intertwined with blazing white electric light!
Throughout the history of Qinku Academy, the thunders of the past and present have been controlled by him.
The sound of thunder and lightning was extremely harsh at this moment. The vitality between heaven and earth seemed to be trembling.
Ju Gui's voice still didn't make much waves: "I mean - I am the one with the least talent among our group."
He calmly declared: "If I lose, you don't win - instead of struggling hard, you might as well wait for the result."
Boom!
The blazing white light turned into a spear that seemed both virtual and real, passing through the fingers of the stele, the Heavenly Punishment Thunder, and the white chess piece stitched together by the electric light... and pierced the center of the black chess piece!
Click, click, click—
The black chess piece finally opened a gap.
But there was a buzzing sound again.
As time goes by, the black chess piece appears as new again.
The voice finally could no longer be calm: "Thirty years of time have not passed, and eight thousand years of suffering have been tortured! Those who don't know the suffering here actually said the word 'wait' - who are you, why should I stop me from returning home!?"
Every breath in the historical cemetery is the extension of time. Thirty years... is indeed too long.
The power emerging from the black chess piece spreads its teeth and claws on the cosmic chessboard. Each chessboard grid is like a historical prison. Every chessboard grid has a roar like a trapped animal.
Across time and space, the pain is written in the window of history and projected on the Qinjin Academy at this moment.
That kind of pain should be felt even by Ju Gui!
However, the vertical and horizontal chess lines on the chessboard are all glowing with a cold iron color at this moment. They are called lines and established as [iron walls].
Qin Zhizhen's power also spread to the chessboard.
Kick Kick Kick!
The cracks in Black's chess piece that had just been healed appeared again.
But Li Yi, who had always seemed illusory on the top of the pavilion, suddenly solidified at this moment, and his eyes dropped like swords.
"I can understand your mood, but what if it's not me sitting across from you?" Jugui said slowly: "Wait as if we didn't come."
His electric eyes were like the sun and moon hanging high in the sky, making him appear more majestic and fierce, like the clear-sighted master in the play who came to solve this major case that confuses history.
However, no matter what kind of drama he is, he cannot write the word "jugui" or describe his life.
Black Qi's voice finally fell silent, as if falling into the deep sea: "...What are you waiting for?"
Ju Gui raised his head and looked at the sky outside the pavilion, looking, looking, until a black spot suddenly appeared deep in the sky, getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearly showing a human figure...
Bang!
A Confucian scholar wearing a ceremonial crown and formal dress, who was elegant and elegant, with a green jade hanging from his waist, fell from the sky and landed in the pavilion.
His voice was clear and clear, like a song: "I am a scholar and a seafarer. I come by the same route and go by the same person. The world has been rude for a long time! Greetings to you!"