"Witness the heroes of the world."
"I announce that Sword Discussion Tournament and Grand Profound Holy Land have won the first place this time."
"In the next ten years, we will be the first of Four Great Holy Lands!"
After the final result was announced, applause and cheers came from all over the country.
"Please rest at each peak for a night. Tomorrow, the heroes will compete Nether Mountain!"
"Sword Discussion Tournament All contestants can participate at the same time, and what they are competing for is the supreme skill found in the ancient ruins...
"Nine-Character Mantra Divine Art!"
As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of people across the mountains and plains exclaimed.
"I heard that an ancient ruin appeared some time ago. It took four holy masters to open it reluctantly, and found a scroll of ancient skills inside, which is the so-called Nine-Character Mantra Divine Art!"
"Four Great Holy Lands have all contributed, but I don't know how to distribute them, so I put them here to compete!"
"Now there will be something to watch tomorrow, maybe even more exciting than today's Sword Discussion Tournament!"
"For that top-notch skill, these people will inevitably fight each other. A real chaotic battle is exciting."
It was already dusk and the conference had ended, but the area around Grand Profound Holy Land was bustling with activity.
"Dao Evolution Sect has met Grand Profound Holy Land!"
"Heavenly Sword Mountain Manor is so polite!"
"Lion's Roar Mountain came to visit Grand Profound Holy Land!"
All major sects came to say hello one after another. After all, Grand Profound Holy Land will still be the leader of the Holy Land in the next ten years. Can't we get closer to each other?
As for Chen Nian, it was even more surrounded.
Mu Yun has been treated like this before, but he is a clueless idiot. Chen Nian is different. Looking at the way he teases Lin Xian'er, he must be a bohemian man who loves beauty.
"Chen Shaoxia, my daughter is eighteen years old and has a beautiful country. If the young man is not married yet, you can consider it!"
"Hey, Chen Shaoxia, look at my daughter. I've brought her here for you. She doesn't need to do anything serious, she can be satisfied with her in the side room!"
"Get out of the way! You only know how to sell your daughter, and I sell myself. Little brother, do you like your older sister? Her charm is still there~~~"
Outside the crowd, Ji Ya looked at it from a distance and hesitated for a long time, then turned and left.
She had no shame to go to Chen Nian in public and say: Do you still remember that you slept with me?
Forget it, with so many confidants around me, it seems that Mu Qingxuan is also close to him, and I am afraid he has already forgotten me!
On that day, all the spectators found a place to stay.
So many people don't all have a place to stay, but they don't mind spending one night practicing in heaven. After all, this is Profound Qi's abundant holy land!
night.
Luoyang City, suburban house.
A scholar-looking man wearing elegant cloth clothes was sitting on the stone table in the courtyard.
Under the light of the oil lamp, there is a chessboard.
He is playing chess with himself.
Finished a son.
Bo Yi looked at the night sky and said to himself, "This time, Sword Discussion Tournament should have ended. I wonder what Grand Profound Holy Land will be like this year?"
"But with that guy Mu Yun here, there should be no big problem."
Go up the mountain with Mu Yun and practice together.
He is an absolute waste, Mu Yun is an absolute genius.
But this does not hinder the relationship between the two, but the elm-headed man only knows how to practice, and does not know how to play chess or love.
Jin Shu How are you doing?
I don't know if I will ever have the chance to see her again in this life.
Azure Cloud Mountain's night is beautiful.
The bright moon hangs high, and the night wind gently rustles the sea of trees.
Mu Qingxuan and Jin Shu live in the same guest room and are lying on the bed chatting.
"Senior Sister Jin, since we are all out this time, would you like to drop by Luoyang to visit our senior brother?"
"Don't go!"
"Oh, senior sister, why are you so stubborn? We didn't go to visit him specially, but we went to Luoyang to play and met him by the way. Is that okay?"
"Qingxuan, ever since that day he left me alone down the mountain, I no longer like him."
"Okay, I also want to go to Luoyang City to see if the book that I missed last time has been restocked..."
Jin Shu heard this and suddenly took out a booklet from the storage bag.
"Speaking of the storybook, I have had some strange dreams recently, and I wrote down what I experienced in the dream in the storybook. Do you want to read it?"
"Huh? Senior sister, you can also write storybooks, let me take a look!"
Mu Qingxuan lit the oil lamp and started reading under the lamp with great interest.
The story in the storybook is about a love that ended in vain.
Among them, the heroine is a little girl who has no father or mother. She is so lonely and helpless that she can only squat on the street and beg for food.
One day, a man who looked like an elegant scholar came to her and said: If you can play a game of chess with me, I will give you a meat bun to eat.
The girl timidly replied: She can't play chess.
The man said: I can teach you.
Later, the two got to know each other like this, and over time, the girl grew up to be a young girl, and she also developed feelings for the man.
She asked the man in a subtle way, "Sir, you are not young yet, haven't you ever considered starting a family?"
The man smiled and shook his head, "For me, nothing in the world is important, except playing chess."
Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.
The girl grew more and more beautiful and became a folk beauty. One day when she went out to buy groceries, she was spotted by the prince's little Grandpa Wang.
"Little Grandpa Wang said that he wants to marry me as his concubine, so that he can enjoy glory and wealth in the future." The girl told the chess fanatic.
"It's a good thing."
"You... have nothing else to say to me? If you don't let me marry, I will never marry!"
The chess fanatic hesitated for a moment.
The girl's eyes brightened slightly, thinking that he really couldn't let her go.
But unexpectedly, he said, "If you marry into the prince's palace, can you still come and play chess with me from time to time?"
"..."
Since then, the girl disappeared.
She did not marry little Grandpa Wang, nor did she stay with the chess fanatic, but quietly left the city alone.
It was not until fifty years later that the girl back then had become an old woman. She followed her memory and found the small courtyard back then, but she did not find the chess fanatic.
Later, after asking the neighbors, I found out that the chess fanatic had died. He was still playing chess until the day he died.
End of story.
Mu Qingxuan After reading the entire story, I felt infinite emotion and a bit sad.
"What a sad story..."
"Wait a minute, this man is also a chess fanatic. Senior brother is also a chess fanatic. Senior sister, you still say you don't like him? I don't think this is a storybook. It's clearly a love letter with tens of thousands of words!"
"No!"
Jin Shu hurriedly explained, "This is my dream, I just wrote down what I saw in the dream, really!"
"Hmph, I will go to Luoyang another day and I will show this book to my senior brother!"
"Don't... hey!"
the other side.
Chen Nian is lying on the bed sleeping.
Suddenly, a pink and white handkerchief floated in from the window and landed on the window eaves.
"Oh?"
Chen Nian stood up and saw the handkerchief floating outside.
Is this... leading me out?
Interesting.
Chen Nian chased him all the way out and saw the bamboo forest under the night sky.
A woman is waiting for him.
The skirt is flying, the posture is graceful,
There is no better fairy or beauty than this.
"Miss Lin? You came to see me late at night. I don't know. I'm afraid I thought you fell in love with me."
Chen Nian said with a smile.
ps: I guess someone is talking about hydrology again. Let me clarify that the author never deliberately writes hydrology, and all he writes are useful plots.