When Zhao Ji came over, he greeted him very politely, bowed slightly, and said, "Two Daoist priests, I am a woodcutter from Longshan Town at the foot of the mountain. I have been making a living cutting wood here for generations. But today I lost my head and went into the mountain and lost my way. I wandered here for about an hour or two, but I still can't find the way back."
"The two Daoist priests are merciful. I don't know where this place is. Where can I go back to Longshan Town?"
The Daoist with fallen black hair and a calm temperament looked at the chessboard and said in a gentle tone, "My little friend turned around and followed the stream where he came from for an hour. Every time he turned, he turned to the left. On the fifth time, he saw a huge rock with a tree under it. From there, he turned downward and returned home."
"Your family has been waiting for a long time, so you'd better go down the mountain quickly."
The woodcutter was not so anxious now that he knew the way back, thinking that he must have met Immortal Destiny.
My parents at home are in poor health, and would have panic attacks in their dreams every night. If I could ask for some elixirs, they could relieve my parents' heart palpitations. After a moment of hesitation, I felt that such an idea was really hateful and greedy. I was thin-skinned and couldn't help but feel hot. I hesitated for a long time and was speechless.
A few steps forward, I saw the chess game again. I don't know why, when I saw this chess game, Zhao Ji was slightly startled, and then I couldn't help but get addicted to it, as if this chess game was actually the most wonderful and mysterious thing in the world, and the curiosity in my heart was aroused.
After thinking about it, I realized that although I had lost my way forward, I now knew the way back.
This road is indeed not short, but if he lets go and runs all the way, he can get home in just one hour, but he is not too anxious anymore. And with this Immortal Destiny, it is natural to look at it before talking. It is better not to look at it, but just to look at it, but he is uncontrollably addicted to it.
The criss-crossed chessboard seemed to have transformed into Stars and Phenomena, as if it had transformed into the whole world, constantly attracting Zhao Ji's attention. At this time, it had nothing to do with his character or his realm. It was just a simple, instinctive yearning for the unknown and the vast starry sky.
But at this moment, the young Daoist picked up a chess piece with his fingers and tapped it lightly on the chessboard.
A crisp sound!
This voice seemed to resound in the bottom of my heart.
Just like when ordinary people are dreaming, there is a sound of a flute nearby, the sound of cracking gold and stone and breaking jade.
Zhao Ji woke up with a start, his face turned pale, and he was in a daze for a long time before he noticed the source of the sound. He saw the gentle Daoist fall for a moment, and everything seemed to be changing. He raised his head and looked over, with gentle eyes, and said, "My little friend, the way we came from is still there, so we should leave quickly."
But Zhao Ji was already aroused by this chess game, and his mind was focused on it. He felt a little embarrassed immediately, and bowed his hands and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I've been good at chess since I was a child. When I saw this chess game today, I was really itchy. I feel that there is no chess game in the world that is more interesting than this one."
"I really want to finish watching this game."
"I promise that I won't say a word more and will just watch quietly from the side. With the mercy of the immortal, will I allow this junior to watch the chess game from the side?"
When he said this, he was indeed sincere and extremely polite. The man persuaded him to leave several times after that, but after several attempts, he suddenly stopped talking. His blank eyes swept over Zhao Ji, then passed farther, and saw the place behind Zhao Ji at the bottom of the mountain. He paused for a moment, and then sighed.
Immediately he stopped trying to persuade him and allowed Zhao Ji to watch the game.
The chess game itself was already extremely delicate, not to mention that in this chess game, Spirit Charm was unparalleled, and Zhao Ji was so absorbed in watching it that the Daoist raised a piece and dropped it at will, but it seemed like a thunder was rising from the ground, rumbling back and forth. The face of the man opposite him suddenly turned pale, and there seemed to be strands of blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
And if a high-level emperor comes here, he will be able to notice the difference. A game of chess in this deep mountain forest has a very deep aura, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, continuously changing, passing through the two players, and seems to be connected with all things in the world.
The chess game is the avenue!
Within the chess game, there is the universe!
Playing chess with God's will on the chess pieces is a confrontation. In the eyes of this woodcutter who came down from the mountain, they are just two hermits playing chess in the mountains. But in their eyes, this is a fight. When this ancient god's true spirit drops a piece, it is like digging a ravine, causing the mountains and rivers to flow, majestic and turbulent.
As soon as the Daoist son fell, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and his sword crossed the fence.
As the children fell one by one, Zhao Ji seemed to have seen everything in the world in a trance. He saw the majestic waves and turbulent seas, and also saw lightning and thunder, bombarding the volcano, causing thunder and fire to intertwine, and the fear was boundless.
These different phases clash, again and again, round by round, seemingly endlessly.
I don't know how long has passed.
It seems extremely long, but it also seems to be just a moment. No, on the intertwined level of heaven and earth, if the traces of the mountains and rivers are used as the criss-crossing chessboard, the movement and flow of the stars in the sky are used as the chess pieces, and then the bright and brilliant thunder and fire are used as the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard.
This is a momentary chess game.
Just as the pieces fell one by one and the pieces played against each other, the situation on the chessboard gradually became clear.
In the end, even with Zhao Ji's eyesight and chess skills, it can be seen that the Daoist had the absolute upper hand. He was not hasty, not slow, not hasty, not slow, just falling one piece at a time, gradually eroding the opponent's strength, and finally accumulated a majestic momentum, and it seemed that a random move could cause huge waves.
In the end, the ancient god seemed to be unable to accumulate any more. He tried his best and made another chess piece. The situation was majestic, the river was turbulent, and he swallowed the clouds and breathed out. It connected the road Spirit Charm, majestic and majestic, and seemed to turn into infinite Divine Ability. The Daoist calmly raised a chess piece between his fingers and dropped it calmly.
There was a crisp sound.
So it seemed that the big dragon was cut off at the middle.
There was a crisp sound that continued, and time seemed to freeze. Soon the crisp sound seemed to be stretched out and became endless. Amidst the crunching sound, the chessboard suddenly broke from the middle. The ancient god suddenly opened his mouth and coughed out a large mouthful of blood. At this time, the injury that had been suppressed seemed to be completely unable to be suppressed, and his face turned pale.
He suddenly abandoned the chess game and was about to head towards Tianque, but just as he made a move, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air, and the Daoist's finger was flat on his eyebrows, without any sharpness. The Daoist looked at him calmly, as if he had traveled more than two thousand years and returned to that year, the most majestic period of the final calamity.
The gaze he saw at this moment was the same as that of the Daoist who was confronting him with a sword.
Time seemed to have lost its value and meaning at this time. The Daoist smiled slightly and said gently:
"You lost."
These three words were an understatement, but they seemed to break the ancient god's state of mind in an instant. He was first severely injured, then confronted Qi WuHuo for thousands of years, and then abandoned Gods and Devils's true body. What is here now is, after all, a true spiritual will that has been consumed to the limit.
Unwilling!
Extremely unwilling!
He roared angrily, and once again burst out with tyrannical momentum and powerful Qi.
Only this time, before his power could condense, before his Qi could gather, the Daoist took advantage of the trend and exploded with a supreme sword-cutting sword. In just a moment, he penetrated the most powerful Gods and Devils, Sword Qi, which had been consumed to the extreme. After piercing him, it still continued to flow towards the back.
It's just that this power, which was powerful enough to shatter the last true spirit of the Final Tribulation Gods and Devils, fell on the grass and trees in the mountains, but it only made the buds of the grass and trees sway slightly, like a wisp of breeze blowing on their faces. The ancient god Creation of Heaven and Earth stared at the sword blowing like the wind in the mountains and forests, knowing that the realm of the Daoist in front of him was as high as transcendence.
It seems like only one step away.
After a long time, he finally seemed to be impressed, closed his eyes, and finally uttered only one word.
"Submit."
Starting from the sword mark between the eyebrows, there was a ray of light flowing, and the cracks slowly spread in all directions. Finally, a gust of wind blew in the face, turning into broken rays of light and falling into Mortal World. There was no trace left. Qi WuHuo slowly retracted his fingers. The enemy who had been facing each other for two thousand years was finally defeated by this person.
His body was arrogant and willful, and eventually disappeared with the breeze.
It was only at this time that Zhao Ji slowly woke up. When he was at a loss, he saw that the game had been decided on the chessboard, and there was a glaring crack on the chessboard, which caused the chessboard to break into two parts. Looking around, he saw another player who had disappeared. He couldn't help but be surprised and said:
"This... immortal chief, where is that senior?"
He saw the Daoist sitting there getting up.
It seemed that he had not been able to move freely for a long time, and then he reached out his hand. At the position where he was playing chess with him, a stone flew over and landed in his palm. This was the last remaining ray of power and true spirit from Creation of Heaven and Earth to Gods and Devils in the next era, turned into this spiritual stone.
Qi WuHuo put this thing away, looked at the game of chess with a calm look, and said, "He has gone."
Zhao Ji was puzzled and sighed, "It turns out that senior lost the chess game and left early."
At this moment, he said with embarrassment, "The boy just now didn't know what was going on. He was like crazy, bothering the senior for two or three hours, but he is very embarrassed." He bowed deeply, and the Daoist nodded gently, with compassion in his eyes. The woodcutter didn't understand what he meant, and he stood up, but he felt refreshed.
He was about to say goodbye, but the Daoist called him to stop him.
Zhao Ji only felt that his spirit was much clearer. It was not like before. He stayed in the academy for several years and only practiced one Miscellaneous School basic technique. He bowed and asked, "Does the Immortal have any other instructions?"
The Daoist looked at him and said gently, "If you feel that the depression in your heart is unbearable someday."
"You can go to this place to live in seclusion for a while, and have your own mountains and forests to live in peace and quiet."
This man didn't know when he had an extra tip bag in his hand, and handed it to Zhao Ji.
Zhao Ji took it with both hands, but he really got Immortal Destiny!
When I got home, I told my parents and I thought they would be happy too.
It's best to use this topic to break the deadlock when I went out this morning.
So the woodcutter thanked him profusely.
I turned around to go home, but I always felt something was wrong on the way home.
I don't know why, but I always felt that when I came back, the road I saw was different from what it was back then. He walked to the stone that the Daoist mentioned before, and when he turned around, he was confused and said, "Strange, strange, I clearly remember that this place was originally a small tree, why is it so big?"
A slight sense of discord emerged in his heart.
He already knew something was wrong at this time.
But at this time, he was eager to return home. He wanted to go home too much, missed his parents too much, and thought about the apology he had never said. When he hurriedly returned to his hometown, he discovered how the town had grown so much bigger in the blink of an eye. The style of clothes worn by the people was also different from what he was wearing.
There are many unknown faces on the road...
No, or rather, I don't know them all.
A trace of fear gripped his heart, and he almost ran to his home, only to find that the home had been renovated. Only the old tree in front of the door was still there, becoming more and more majestic. Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and slapped the door hard, shouting, "Dad! Mom! Open the door!"
"I am Zhao Ji! I'm back!"
He slapped the door loudly, and the door was opened. Zhao Ji felt relieved, but he immediately found that the person who opened the door was a young man who looked familiar but definitely didn't recognize him. He said with a vigilant face, "Who are you?!"
Zhao Ji turned pale and said, "I, I am Zhao Ji!"
"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
The young man asked doubtfully, "What is your home? This is the old home of my Zhao family!"
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Your home?"
Zhao Ji murmured a few times, but suddenly became excited, pushed the door hard, and shouted, "No, this is my home, my father Zhao Ancheng, my mother Liu Yinghong, where are they? What did you do to them? Let me in, let me in!"
He didn't know where the strength came from, and he pushed the door down. The young man stumbled and sat on the ground. Zhao Ji staggered but quickly ran forward, knocking away several other young men and women who came after hearing the news, and rushed in. He was startled, but in front of him was the ancestral hall and the ranking.
He saw the ranking of his father and mother, and saw the ranking of his brother and sister-in-law.
I even saw the ranking of my nephew who was only a few months old.
Zhao Ji stood there blankly like a puppet, his lips trembling.
His Adam's apple was rising and falling, but he couldn't say a word. The young man outside broke in, covering his shoulders and said, "Who are you?! Are you kidding?! My ancestor has been dead for more than two hundred years. What does it mean that you suddenly came in?"
Zhao Ji murmured like a dream, "For more than two hundred years..."
The young man was suspicious, and then suddenly remembered a legend in his family, which said that an ancestor went up the mountain when he was young and never came back. He couldn't help but be stunned and said, "You are, you are the ancestor Zhao Ji?!"
"Ancestor, Zhao Ji?"
"Yes, it is said that ancestor Zhao Ji, our ancestor's younger brother, had a quarrel with his father one day. He went up the mountain and never came back. Zhao Ancheng ancestor regretted it for the rest of his life and never touched alcohol again in his life. However, how is this possible?"
"That was already three hundred years ago!"
"Three hundred years ago..."
Zhao Ji His lips trembled, and he suddenly thought of the Daoist who had persuaded him to leave quickly several times, but he was unwilling to leave. He understood clearly in his heart, but still refused to say, "No, it's impossible, I'm just going to chop wood, I'm just!" He stretched out his hand and pulled out the ax from his waist, but at this time, the ax that had been polished brightly when he started was already rusty, and the ax handle was as soft as mud, and fell to the ground.
Zhao Ji looked pale and was in a daze.
I just cried loudly, "Father, mother!"
Zhao Ji seemed to have suffered a great shock, and he tossed and turned several times before he woke up.
When he woke up, he finally understood what had happened. He had watched that game of chess for three hundred years. Three hundred years had passed and he had practiced hard. If he did not have a Daoist heart, he could not break Primordial Prenatal Qi, and ordinary people would only have a lifespan of one hundred and twenty years. Now, everything he was familiar with had left him.
After all, his parents who pulled him up didn't wait for his repayment and filial piety.
He dragged himself to pay homage to his parents' graves. Thinking of the apology he had never said that day, he cried bitterly and fainted several times. Then he hesitated and went to the place where his childhood sweethearts lived. He asked the people around him if there was a Butcher Zhang, but he got the answer, "Butcher Zhang?"
"The time-honored brands here are all Butcher Li. Where can I find Butcher Zhang?"
"The surname is Zhang? Maybe, but it happened many years ago. Guest, do you want to buy pork? It is good pork, the front leg meat is fat and tender. It is best to drink it with wine!"
Zhao Ji walked out from here and saw people coming and going. The descendants of the eldest brother seemed to use his ancestor as a capital to show off, and often invited guests to come and show off. Suddenly one night, Zhao Ji was lying on the bed, listening to the guests talking and laughing outside. He only felt troubled and noisy, and he tossed and turned, unable to sleep peacefully.
Suddenly he thought of the bag of tips given by the immortal, and took it out and opened it. There were three words written inside, as well as a terrain map,
Zhao Ji murmured, "Square Inch Mountain..."
Become a woodcutter again.
He murmured several times, then laughed and burst into tears.
It is enlightenment after all.
He also picked up an ax for chopping wood.
Wearing it on his waist, he pushed the door open and no one could stop him. They just watched him go straight towards the Square Inch Mountain. Others chased him, but they couldn't catch him. He disappeared from the distance. They only heard the man's mournful cry and groan, and chanted:
"Watching the chess players playing badly, cutting down the trees, walking slowly at the valley mouth beside the clouds. Selling firewood and selling wine, laughing wildly to express my love. The green path is high in autumn, I pillow my head on the pine roots against the moon, and I sleep at dawn."
"Recognize the old forest, climb the cliffs and cross the ridges, and cut the dead vines with an ax."
"Use an ax to [cut] the dead vines!"
There are many strange people, strange things, and wonderful sights in this world.
But it is difficult to spread too widely.
The majesty of it is only known to the people here, and it is really difficult to explain it to outsiders.
Mount Tai top, the music is quiet and peaceful.
White-haired woman play the piano, Spirit Charm is unparalleled in ancient times, the clouds have cleared and the fog has dispersed, but only the bright moon is accompanying it.
Yun Qin let his daughter sleep.
This child always gives her a headache because he is so much like her and always likes to be lazy.
When I play on weekdays, I have so much energy that it seems I can never use it up.
But when it came time to practice and study, she immediately started to take a nap and was very sleepy. If she wanted to blame her, she just sat there obediently, with an innocent and pitiful face. Empress Nuwa and Empress Houtu had no temper. Fuxi doted on her. Only Beidi could let her practice swordsmanship, but Fuxi would soon break the rules.
After going back and forth like this, even Yun Qin felt a little helpless. She was supposed to practice today, but the child was sleepy again, so Yun Qin had no choice but to let her go back to sleep.
However, she herself couldn't sleep and had too many things on her mind. Given her current state of cultivation, she really didn't need to sleep. She was just here, looking at the world at the moon and playing the piano in a quiet place. When she was alone, she would always recall the past unconsciously. At this moment, she recalled the things that happened when she was young, and she didn't feel sad.
Under the moonlight, I saw birds flying away in pairs, and the sound of playing the harp stopped and I could no longer caress it.
Yun Qin was silent for a long time and whispered softly, "A thousand years, another thousand years."
"How many more thousand years are you going to make me wait for? Wu Huo..."
She whispered to herself softly, her voice was sweet and gentle, but it seemed to break Human Heart's heart.
But he took a deep breath, still like a young man, stretched out his palm and patted his cheek gently, then made a fist, as if to cheer himself up, and said, "However, no matter how many thousand years it takes, I will wait for you."
"Then, bite you hard!"
"Bite you!"
Yun Qin was alone, gnashing his teeth, still the same as before.
But suddenly there was a chuckle.
Time seems to have frozen.
Yun Qin's eyes suddenly widened.
The clouds, the moonlight, the river at the foot of the mountain, and the blowing wind have all become footnotes to this moment.
White-haired woman was stunned for a moment, as if she couldn't believe it. Little by little, she turned around and saw a Daoist man standing peacefully under the moonlight, with high mountains and distant clouds, with a smile on his lips. Just like before, for a while, it seemed as if all external objects had left, and everything in the world had lost its meaning.
Only white-haired woman and the Daoist looked at each other.
Speechless at the moment.
It's the season when swallows want to return, and the west wind blew in the tall buildings last night.
Seek to form a small gathering in the human world, try to place the golden statue next to the chrysanthemum bush.
The singer has a pink face and a red face.
The slanting sun breaks through the curtains, and a slight coolness gradually creeps into the sycamore trees.
There are so many endless love words, written to the tune of wild notes.
This feeling is extremely heavy.
Qi WuHuo said softly:
"I'm back."