Yihua returns to the East China Sea...but Yihua is a force within the scope of the East China Sea, and presumably it does not refer to geography.
Then this sentence has another meaning.
The East China Sea is the territorial sea of the Bohai Sea. The current King of Bohai is the most ambitious prince in the Bohai Sea in recent years. Under his rule, the people of the Bohai Sea are prosperous and talented, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. In the future, they may be able to create a greater phenomenon, just like Shenwei Castle and Yanbei Palace.
There is some connection between them, Yihua may also have a similar agreement with the Bohai Palace.
But what is the meaning of the word gui?
Yihua moved to the Bohai Sea?
Although Yihua has been somewhat embarrassed by being suppressed by Taixuan Mountain and Xueyun Sect in recent years, in any case, as one of the few powerful sects in the world, the palace master Zi Sang Bumu has already joined forces, and the two deputy palace masters are also virtual.
At the pinnacle of the Tao, there are countless strong men...how could they seek refuge in the mere secular world?
Even if Zisang Bumu is deceived, the strong have been respected since ancient times. What can the Bohai Palace do to control the force of Yihua?
Wealth? That's a joke.
Power? In this era where strength is equal to power, Zisang Bumu is one of the most powerful forces in the world.
What else could it be?
If it's not inducement, is it coercion?
Feng Qi's frown deepened, and he quickly and firmly rejected the idea.
Or, do they have the same purpose?
Like-minded people...like-minded people may not necessarily agree on the same goals, but this may increase the possibility of many common causes, but there are still many problems.
There is too little information, but the amount of information is too large, even if the wind rises, it is difficult to deduce the cause and effect.
Don’t think about things you don’t understand. Talk about them.
What's more, this is not the thing that I can't figure out.
He looked at Shui Dongliu and said softly: "This news is worth a lot of money."
Shui Dongliu said: "It's priceless."
Feng Qi asked: "What does storyteller mean?"
Shui Dongliu shook his head, "With my identity, how can I know what the Pavilion Master means?"
Without waiting for Feng Qi to ask questions, he continued: "It was a direct order from Master Po Mo, saying that if the crown prince visits this place, he will inform the crown prince of the news."
Feng Qi said: "What's the use of telling me?"
Going south to Wuyang and north to Yanyun, where can't this problem be solved? Why did you tell him?
Shui Dongliu said: "Maybe Po Mo wants to see what the most talented person in history can do."
Feng Qi raised his eyebrows.
Murong Xue said coldly from the side: "Not to mention there are so many talented and brilliant geniuses in the history books. Even now, even among his peers, there are still two people who can beat him. How can we say that he is the best in history?"
Shui Dongliu shook his head and did not explain.
Murong Xue didn't know the origin of these words, but Feng Qi probably had some understanding.
Feng Qi was silent for a while and said: "As far as I know, the old emperor often sparred with Baiyun Sword Ancestor when he was my age."
Shui Dongliu said: "But he has never won."
Feng Qi said: "I can't win without force."
Shui Dongliu said: "Master Po Mo said that in the battle with the demons a hundred years later, the methods are all jokes, only the results are real."
Feng Qi said no more, clasped his fists and saluted, then turned and left.
Murong Xue was cold for a long time and felt a little sulky. She stamped her feet and followed the wind.
Luo Xing, on the other hand, looked at Shui Dongliu seriously, as if he wanted to ask something.
Shui Dongliu bowed his body slightly and his eyes were slightly drooped.
Luo Xing understood what he meant, didn't ask anything, turned around and trotted to follow the wind.
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Xiaoyao Pavilion.
Passing through the courtyard, stepping on the dead leaves on the ground, Shui Dongliu slowly opened the main hall door.
Sitting in the main hall were two old men playing chess. They were wearing black and white clothes, just like the chess pieces criss-crossing on the chessboard. They didn't look at him.
Shui Dongliu bowed respectfully, then turned his attention to the chessboard, feeling refreshed.
Although he doesn't know the cause, he is a second-class writer after all, and he has a deep feeling in his heart, so he can see the danger in it.
The black and white chess pieces fall on the chessboard and make a crisp sound, like a harp.
The water flows eastward and sinks deep into it, as if you are intoxicated.
I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly screamed, "How can it still happen like this?"
Perhaps the cry was too abrupt, so the two old men stopped playing chess and turned to look at him, their faces full of worry.
Shui Dongliu reacted and quickly apologized.
The old man in white threw the chess piece on the chessboard and sighed, "I wanted to give you good guidance, kid, but since you interrupted, it proves that this game is destined to you. How much you can realize depends on your own destiny.
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Shui Dongliu said: "It's all created by students. It's enough for you here. I think it will take some time to understand."
"Is it enough?" The old man in white snorted, "So far, I have shown this game to three people. Whether it is the boy from the royal family or the boy from Taixuan Mountain, they can almost see through the overall situation. As the previous generation of Xiaoyao Pavilion, you are the focus of training.
I am a disciple, but I can only see this level. Could it be that I, Xiaoyao Pavilion, am really not as good as others?"
Shui Dongliu was slightly startled, "Students are stupid."
The old man in white wanted to say something more, but the old man in black interrupted him, "It's not entirely his fault. It's true that the younger generations of this generation are too strong... The one outside the door just now, maybe I can compete with you and me.
Maybe it’s a game of chess between people.”
"Play chess with the two of us? He deserves it!" The old man in white raised his voice at first and firmly opposed the old man in black. Then his voice gradually lowered, "I wonder if Shuzi will be able to compete with these people on the day he was born.
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The old man in black smiled and shook his head, "Why do scholars compete?"
After a pause, his expression gradually became serious, and he continued: "But it is still necessary to compete with the demons. The human race... I wonder if there can be another character like Wei Sanmu."
He glanced at the old man in white and sighed, "If there was no such thing, where would the world be?"