On the third day,
The final competition is hand talk.
The teacher sent by Beishang was the Confucian Baqi teacher, the white-haired old man who once convinced Daqi and used Dingshui Pearl to attack the imperial capital, and then used Dingshui Pearl to attack Hengjiang City.
There is no doubt that Xia Ji can only appear on Da Zhou's side.
This game compares strategic understanding, chess skills, game mentality, etc.
The top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and two people sitting on the edge of the stone playing chess can be vaguely seen.
It's just that compared to the previous two duels, no one can watch this one at all, and they can't even get close.
I could only vaguely look at the two figures sitting quietly, playing a game that would determine the direction of the world.
The two people playing chess made their moves very quickly at first.
But the further back you go, the slower the move becomes.
Sometimes it even takes half an hour, or even an hour, to separate one child from another.
However, no one urged or spoke. While one person was thinking about how to make a move, the other person was quietly waiting with his eyes closed.
Three days and three nights later.
The hand talk is over.
The old Confucian man sighed tiredly, and then his expression returned to calm. He stood up and bowed slightly to salute the sitting figure.
In terms of age, he must be older than the master in front of him.
But the master is the teacher.
The Master is not only a master, but also a saint.
What's more, such a saint may not live long.
He knows best how good his chess skills are. Before today, although he was humble, he always thought that he was invincible.
But today he failed.
The master is powerful, and after going through all kinds of killings, he is better than his half-son.
The old man from the Confucian sect knew how tired he was. This was simply more tiring than having experienced ten battles in person, and he was exhausted both mentally and physically.
The master will never be better off than himself, not to mention that he lost ten years of his life just the day before yesterday.
This game...
I'm afraid it may have shortened his life a lot.
The Confucian old man looked at the man in front of him...
Like himself, he has white hair.
The old Confucian man couldn't help but sit down again, with a strange throbbing in his heart.
This should be the first time he sees his wife, and it is probably the last time. When he walks down the mountain to announce the result, this scene is destined to be written in the history books, and it will become a storyteller's surprise. Stories, or allusions that can be used when talented men and women recite poems.
Therefore, the Confucian old man sat down again. He wanted to savor this moment sitting in the long river of history and witnessing the corner of the long river of history.
The Confucian old man suddenly took out the blue and white porcelain cup from his arms.
He took out a small tea can, shook his head and poured some tea leaves into the cup.
Every time a star shakes off, it seems to kill him.
Then, the Confucian old man raised his left hand and rolled it slightly. The blue orb that had destroyed countless living beings suddenly floated on his fingers. Then, extremely pure water seeped out of the blue orb and headed towards the teacup.
The old man held the gurgling water in the air with his right hand. The water had boiled in mid-air, and when it fell into the tea cup, it was already boiling water.
A burst of tea fragrance rises, refreshing the heart and mind.
The tea is finished.
The old man put his hands in front of Xia Ji and said, "Master, please have some tea."
Xia Ji was not polite, took it directly, and smelled it gently. After just one smell, he felt that his energy had recovered a lot, and his body felt relaxed as never before.
The old man from the Confucian sect said: "I, Yan Min, have met countless people in my life, but this is the first time I have met someone like Master. If we say goodbye today, I am afraid we will never see each other again."
Xia Ji said: "Mr. Yan should also go north?"
Yan Ming said: "Naturally."
The two were silent for a while.
Yan Ming suddenly said: "Master, why are you doing this? Do you have no selfish motives?"
Xia Ji smiled and shook his head.
Yan Min also suddenly woke up, stroking his palms and smiling: "It's true that I have fallen behind, haha. Yan Min admires Master's magnanimity. Be benevolent, practice what is right, and set an example for the world. Yan Min has read the book written by Master , I have also learned things from Master’s books, and now when I say goodbye, I should call Master Master my teacher.”
After saying this, the teacher of the Eight Wonders of Confucianism stood up and bowed slightly as a teacher.
Xia Ji accepted it calmly.
Yan Yan laughed loudly and immediately stepped down the mountain.
When everyone saw him coming down, they hurried up and asked: "Who won?"
Yan Min was silent for a moment.
Since Master has devoted his life to saving this world, why should I, Yan Min, add bricks and mortar to you and build you up in this vast sky
Therefore, he did not mention the victory over his half-son, stroked his white beard, and raised his voice: "How can a man be as high as the sky, and how can I dare to tell you about victory or defeat?"
After that, he laughed loudly and walked forward.
Everyone was stunned.
And this bet between the north and the south, after seven years of brutal war, finally came to an end in this bloody duel.
Xia Ji stood at the highest point of the mountain.
He felt no pride or glory.
But I just stretched my body and sat in the clouds and mist, feeling a little lonely in my heart.
Loneliness is born, and the sound of footsteps can be heard on the mountain road.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer,
An elf-like figure rushed to the top of the mountain,
When he was lonely, he jumped in front of him.
Lu Miaomiao shouted: "Fengnanbei!"
Xia Ji turned his head. What he saw in the little girl's eyes was the same look as before. She met his gaze and burst out laughing. He didn't know what she was laughing at.
But just such an inexplicable smile is like the warm sun melting the ice and snow.
Lu Miaomiao jumped behind him and hugged him from behind: "You are so awesome... I suddenly regretted it."
She rolled her eyes and said, "I really want to marry you. I want to be your wife. I want you to live to be five hundred, five thousand, or even longer. I also want to give you a child and give birth to another child." Children, then call you dad, grandpa, grandpa, and then ancestor, and call me mom, grandma, grandma, and then ancestor.”
Xia Jidao: "This is not love, but admiration for the elders. You are confusing your own feelings."
Lu Miaomiao said: "You are not me, how do you know what I think? I am not someone else, why do you use other people's thoughts to measure me? Besides, do you think you are very old? Humph!"
Xia Ji rubbed her long hair, which was smooth and fragrant, "Miaoyu."
"Call me Miaomiao."
"Miaomiao, we...actually...it's impossible."
Xia Ji knew very well.
The woman in front of him was valued by the ancestor of the Lu family.
Even though he doesn't have any strength at all, he can do certain things without being noticed.
Whether it was the fact that she quietly returned the banknote to herself before, or that she escaped from the "house arrest" of the ancestor of the Lu family.
Or, in the dispute between the ancestor of the Lu family and the ancestor of the Wu family, he actually chose to help him and gave the imperial order to him.
All this shows that "Miaomiao may not know it herself, but her true identity must be an extremely important figure in the family"...
As for why the ancestor of the Lu family used such a figure to marry him, it must be caused by some asymmetric information.
I don’t know this information.
Miaomiao doesn't know.
But this does not prevent him from completely opposing Miaomiao's camp.
There was no way he was going to give up his position.
It was impossible for Miaomiao to leave the seat where she was destined to sit.
Although everything is still hazy now, it has already doomed the two of them to be impossible.
Should Miaomiao give up everything and elope with her
Not to mention the hidden dangers and risks involved in the future, this kind of approach is so selfish.
Do unto others, do not impose on others.
Since it is impossible for you to give up your position, why should you let others give up
He looked at the incomparably beautiful girl in front of him, and felt a sense of strangeness in his heart.
However…
The next moment, the strangeness that had not yet appeared was shattered.
Lu Miaomiao directly carried him on her back.
The two of them were close to each other.
Lu Miaomiao smiled and said, "I'll carry you down the mountain."
Xia Ji said: "We..."
Lu Miaomiao didn't let him continue, so she shouted: @&@@%￥%
Xia Ji:? ?
Lu Miaomiao: "Stop talking, I feel uncomfortable if you say it."
Xia Ji: "But..."
Lu Miaomiao cried whenever she could. Tears couldn't stop falling from her cheeks. She turned her head and glared at Xia Ji with red eyes: "Say another word and see!"
Xia Ji said: "You say I'm stupid, aren't you stupid?"
When Lu Miaomiao heard these words, she didn't cry. Instead, she muttered: "The stupid pigs, puppies, kittens and bears are all very cute. What's wrong with being a little stupid?"
Xia Ji said: "Please let me down. It's not good for a grown man like me to be carried on your back."
Lu Miaomiao arched her back, making his body move upwards a little more.
"Feng Nanbei, you misjudged me! Not only am I stupid, I'm also rebellious. You asked me to let you down, and I just obeyed. Wouldn't it be very shameful?"
Xia Ji said speechlessly: "Then don't let go."
Lu Miaomiao called out softly, like a bird chirping: "Yes."
Xia Ji: (⊙_⊙)
winter day,
Dusk in the cold mountains,
The snow has not yet fallen.
The fairy in white walked down from the mountain with the silver-haired master on her back, but she never walked into the crowd, but walked deeper into the mountain.
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A few days later.
Beishang, secret room.
"Sister, is Gu Zhen defeated?"
"Emperor, let's go to the north."
"I...I'm not willing to give in, I..."
"Emperor, this game is already a dead end. To a certain extent, Master is not actually harming us, but letting us escape early. Ask yourself, if we can really win, why will it take seven years? Now we have already been delayed It fell into the mire and became a fish in warm water.”
Xia Yun was dumbfounded when he said such words.
Because she would never say these words in the past, but now she said them easily.
But the figure in imperial robes was not angry, because this was reality.
"You can surrender, but I only say that the Northern Shang surrendered to Confucius, not the Great Zhou..."
"Forget it, Xia Xian, this is not good for the master."
"Sister, I rarely see you speak for others."
"If you had seen the Master with your own eyes, you would be the same. A man like him should not be involved in intrigues, not to mention that the Master does not have much life left. Therefore, even if I lose, I am still willing to be a stepping stone to build him up. One journey, and his holy name will be fulfilled for the rest of his life."
The imperial-robed figure paced back and forth, then nodded, giving up on this point, Xiao Jiujiu.
There was silence in the secret room for a long time.
Emperor Beishang suddenly asked: "What is the current situation in the land of ice and snow in the north?"
Xia Yundao: "The country of ice and snow is naturally headed by Rakshasa, and the national religion is the Wolf Snake and the Church of Death. In addition, there are thousands of large and small countries, including countries the size of islands, as well as nomadic countries, and even some with The land of mysterious legends.”
The figure in imperial robes was silent for a moment, then asked: "What's the current situation of the rebel army?"
Xia Yundao: "The rebel army is large in scale, but also very fragmented. The rebels who can abide by disciplines and obey orders only account for a few percent or even one thousandth of the entire rebel army.
The rebels were born in the south, but due to the fire disaster, they moved their focus to the north.
The rebel army is headed by seven generals. The identities of the seven generals are extremely hidden and cannot be known to outsiders. However, almost all decisions of the rebel army are made based on these seven people. "
The figure in imperial robes tapped his fingers on the long table in the darkness, holding his chin in his hands and thinking.
Today's defeat is not actually a defeat, because in this era when one's lifespan can exceed a thousand years, a temporary defeat is nothing at all.
He has adjusted his mentality,
It also washes away the glitz of youth.
He pondered for a long time and suddenly said: "Sister, can you find Xia Ji?"
Xia Yun was stunned and said, "Where can I find him?"
"That's right..." Xia Xian pulled the emperor's robe and sighed, "I really didn't realize it back then. There was such a... monster hidden in the deep courtyard of the palace."
He quickly calmed down and said: "It doesn't matter if we can't find him. Now he has somehow become the Black Emperor. Although he is rebelling against the family, he is also a public enemy in the world. We can no longer be with him.
So... Since we are going to retreat, let Gu bury the chess pieces that should be buried properly. "
Xia Yun said: "Xia Xian, it's not me who said that those people you left behind will be wiped out. Moreover, we need to take people away quickly. If we are delayed, our retreat will be blocked."
Xia Xian smiled: "Sister, do you just not believe me? Come on, come with me to meet the big shots who can support us in this land in the future.
Then, we leave the north and enter the land of ice and snow Rakshasa, and then use the northern land as our base... conceal our identity, take a high position in the rebel army, control this place, and continue the game. "
He stood up, pushed open the door curtain, and Xia Yun walked out with him.
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Boom! !
Boom! ! !
In the depths of winter, thunder falls from the sky.
An abnormal scene fell on the mirror lake again.
The silver-haired master has returned to the Jinghu Manor. He is sitting in his study, but he has not put down the pen in his hand because of the thunder. Instead, he continues to write and compile new knowledge.
This time, he was writing two books at the same time.
The first one is "Xiangjuan".
What is an image
It forms an image in the sky and takes shape on the earth.
All dharmas are ground into one image, and one image can exhaust all dharmas.
If the "Wan Dharma Scroll" is a dictionary, then the "Xiang Scroll" is the method and means of how to thoroughly integrate all dharma and create an image.
The second volume is "Expanded Edition of Wanfa Volume".
This is the original technique with more mysterious techniques added.
Boom! !
Winter thunder is rolling and flying snow is falling.
A small boat suddenly came from far away and stopped outside the formation, waiting politely.
Xia Ji opened the "door", and on the boat, a slim Taoist nun came riding the wind with her hands behind her hands.
The person coming was none other than Lu Chan.
Xia Ji nodded slightly to her.
Lu Chan also showed respect and nodded. After all, if the person in front of him was placed in ancient times, he would be the person who is truly qualified to be with them.
Unfortunately…
Times have changed.
Lu Chan said: "Master, I'm here to take Miaomiao back. Due to some special things, the marriage can only be canceled. As compensation, I will give you a pure cyan fire seed."