Chapter 57 The World Is Chess

Linglong Pavilion was the ruler of the Great Zhou's Jianghu.

There was no doubt about this.

Xu Han already knew about this matter. However, when he saw the robes that came from the top of the mountain and landed in front of them, he had a deeper understanding of all of the Great Zhou's number one sects.

As for Ye Hongjian 's importance to the Linglong Pavilion, one could naturally get a glimpse of it.

Of course, this statement might not be accurate. More accurately, it should be the weight of the Sikong Bai behind Ye Hongjian .

Regardless, after a period of hissing, Ye Hongjian was welcomed to the mountain gate, and there was a saying that one person was able to ascend to the sky. Xu Han and Chu Chouli were also touched by Ye Hongjian's light, and they followed her to the Linglong Pavilion. The crowd did not even have time to ask about their identities. In their eyes, only Ye Hongjian remained.

At the same time, they were far away from Linglong Pavilion in the north.

Located at the border of Xia, Zhou and Chen.

There's a lonely peak.

The peak was 2,700 feet tall. Although this height was not considered extraordinary, the danger of a lonely peak was rare in this world.

Therefore, this peak was named Ya Qi.

On Ya Qi Peak, there was a huge learning palace.

The Learning Palace had an ancient and magnificent appearance. It was unknown how many years old it was. It seemed that this Learning Palace had existed since records began.

There were two palaces, four palaces and eight rooms.

The location was mysterious, and it coincided with some mysteries of heaven and earth. Outsiders could not see the Dao out of the door, but they could feel that it was extraordinary when they were inside. It was because they agreed to that Chan phrase. It was indescribably wonderful.

This Learning Palace was called the Lunar Temple.

This was the place that the entire world dreamed of learning.

At this moment, two old men were playing chess in one of the two palaces, the Grand Profound Palace.

Sandalwood was lit in the hall, and the fragrance was strange. It was faint with sweetness. Just a sniff of it would make the tired person instantly clear-headed.

The main hall was surrounded by bookshelves filled with ancient books of all colors. Every single one of them was enough to cause a bloody storm in Jianghu, but at this moment, they were piled together like sundries.

The two old men in the game were dressed in tight grey clothes. They had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Their faces were cold and solemn. Their white hair was meticulously combed neatly, and they flew up with wooden hairpins above their heads. Although they were already old, their taut bodies seemed to contain enough power to cut mountains and cut stones. At this moment, he was sitting upright, holding the white man in his hand and was still unwilling to descend.

Across from him, The old man was dressed in a wide white robe. His white hair was scattered over his shoulders. Whether it was his extended hand or his half-narrowed face, it was filled with ravines like poisonous snakes. It made him look like an old tree that had grown for hundreds of years. It was extremely wrinkled and unsightly. It seemed that if he accidentally fell to the ground, he would never wake up again.

"Elder Sikong has already thought about it for an incense stick of time. Are you still unwilling to drop your seed?" The white-robed old man asked with a beaming smile. His voice was incomparably hoarse, just like the sound of a rotten branch being broken in the forest.

The gray-clothed old man smiled faintly when he heard this, but the white piece in his hand still hadn't fallen.

"The Daoist Dragon Slaying Technique has been completed. Is there really any difference between this child landing here and not landing here?"

When the white-robed old man heard this, he bent his body and lowered his head, his gaze wandering on the chessboard.

However, at this moment, the white pieces on the chessboard were one piece. They had made a big dragon, but they couldn't find a way out. Being surrounded and suppressed by the black pieces, they seemed to have entered a dead end.

"This person was destined to die from the moment he was born. Don't tell me that he doesn't want to live anymore because he knows he's going to die? But isn't he fighting to the death for the sake of being able to wait for his death?" The white-robed old man sighed faintly, as if he was talking about people, and also as if he was talking about chess.

Hearing this, a cold light flashed in the grey-clothed old man's eyes. He withdrew his gaze from the chessboard and turned to look at the white-robed old man, asking plausibly. "What Daoist said is extremely true. Then may I ask Daoist if this child of mine should fall?"

"Luo, how can I not fall? This old man hasn't played a decent game of chess in sixty years. Before this dragon is slaughtered, does Elder Sikong want to abandon his son?" The old man gave his answer without thinking. His voice seemed to be somewhat anxious, as if he was urging the grey-clothed old man.

"But there is one thing I don't understand. If I don't get rid of this confusion, it will be difficult for this child to leave." However, the grey-clothed old man did not seem to have heard his urging. He lightly replied, as if something burning was burning in his eyes.

"What is it?" The white-robed old man met his scorching gaze, but the scenery in his eyes was like a pool of dry wells.

"Daoist said that mortals know how to die to survive, and want me to lose. This is an unintentional move. Why bother doing it?"

"The time of death has yet to arrive, why bother? The dust has yet to settle, so why bother to say defeat?" The white-robed old man faced the grey-robed old man's questioning and spoke confidently. His hoarse voice actually carried a strange charm.

"Is that so?" The grey-clothed old man asked, his eyes burning brighter and brighter. "What about the game Daoist played before? Was it a victory or a defeat?"

"If you hadn't taken that step, you would have won more. In the end, you would inevitably lose." The old man said indifferently.

At that moment, the flames in the grey-clothed old man's eyes were suddenly extinguished. His body trembled, and the aura around him seemed to have weakened a little at that moment.

"The talent of a Daoist is peerless. I never thought that I would lose a game." The gray-clothed old man sighed deeply, feeling very sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

"Everything in the world is about victory and defeat. It's about life and death. If there's victory, there's defeat. If there's life, there's death. This is a certainty. Elder Sikong can't possibly not see through it, right?" However, the white-clothed old man's face did not reveal the slightest bit of disappointment. Instead, he comforted the old man in a carefree manner.

"But Adept still hasn't taught me. Since you know that you will lose, why should I lose?" The white-robed old man's words caused the grey-robed old man's body to tremble. He seemed to have comprehended something and raised his eyes to look at the old man again, asking.

" Elder Sikong , you must be joking. In this world, there are many chess players who persist in winning and losing. Only those who enjoy the process and intend to play chess can become national players. This old man has lost, but this old man has gone through that match. This is enough. As for winning and losing, there is no longer any problem, so why bother to persist, Elder Sikong ?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-clothed old man's hand suddenly trembled. It was as if he had been seriously injured for a long time. When he raised his head again, something burning in his turbid gaze ignited once again.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir." He said sincerely. The name of Daoist Master had already been called Sir.

Throughout the world, there was no one who could convince the grey-clothed old man so sincerely.

At that time, the gray-clothed old man no longer hesitated, and the white piece in his hand finally fell towards a certain spot on the chessboard.

As that one landed, the wind and clouds on the chessboard became strange again.

The white dragon was connected to the living ones outside and had the appearance of counterattacking Blackie.

"Since Sir has lost, Sikong Bai is willing to follow Sir's will. Please teach me how to fight again."

The gray-clothed old man cupped his hands and said.

The white-robed old man, on the other hand, looked at the expectant turn of events and smiled. He sighed softly, "Good chess, good chess."

At that time, the two of them exchanged glances and smiled, their sandalwood fragrance dense.

Although they were in this game, their hearts had long since gone to the world.

In September of the seventeenth year of Thailand.

The Taishang Elder of the Exquisite Pavilion ascended the Lunar Temple.

The Supreme True Man who had been guarding Lunar Temple for six hundred years had used his life to seek divination.

It was a proverb that was handed over to Si Ban.

The hexagram said.

The emperor murdered his father, which was against the heavens' law.

With the Sword Punishing Heaven, it was a great rebellion.

Holding this sword, a son can kill his father, and a minister can kill a king.

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