In southern Xinjiang, there are countless mountains and mountains stretching out, and some people touch the water on the peaks of the mountains, and they pass by in a flash.
There is always a sharp flying sword behind that person like a shadow.
He suddenly stopped on the branch of a towering tree on the top of the mountain, and looked up.
And that flying sword also stopped chasing and killing on the mountain before him, hovered in the air, trembling slightly, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance was standing near the flying sword, also looking at the sky, sighed, and then did Taking a golden rooster independent posture, raised one foot, bent down and took off the hemp shoe and shook it.
The man in the Confucian shirt who was driven all the way from Tai'an City to the deep mountains and old forests in southern Xinjiang laughed loudly and said, "Deng Taiah, Deng Taiah, Cao Changqing committed suicide, and the empress of Western Chu, Jiang Si, also left the capital of Western Chu. Before long, even you will be able to feel the collapse of that pillar of fortune in Western Chu! The people who will benefit greatly at that time, apart from that old lady Tantai Pingping who replaced me and Xie Guanying to steal a part, are nothing more than Chen Zhibao and Zhao Zhu. It’s just a human being! As long as Chen Zhibao absorbs half of the luck of Western Chu, I, as the most important supporter of the dragon, will see how you, Deng Tai’a, kill me!”
Not to mention the four great masters of martial arts criticism, I am afraid that among the fourteen members of martial arts criticism, Deng Tai'a, the god of peach blossom swords, belongs to the one who is definitely the least expert at first glance, but it is such an unattractive middle-aged man Uncle, it is so embarrassing to chase and kill Xie Guanying, who is the number one on the map of land and immortality.
Deng Tai'a put on his shoes, curled his lips, and said in a bad mood: "You mean that after a pure martial artist like me becomes a land god, if I personally kill a person with a strong spirit, I will be hurt by my strength? I'm sorry, when the dragon There was an old Taoist priest who returned to basics in Hushan, but he was killed by me when he ascended, so it was fine."
Xie Guanying sneered and said: "How can I be the same as Wu Lingsu from that day's master's residence?"
Deng Tai'er rolled his eyes and said: "In my opinion, it really is the same."
Xie Guanying laughed and said: "Then I will wait and see how you fall into the realm!"
Deng Tai'a restrained his originally slightly casual expression, and said seriously: "I don't care who in this life should follow the destiny to suppress whom, or who should follow the way of heaven to defeat whom, and I don't bother to care about which family the world's qi will flow to. I don’t care about these things. Not to mention ascending to the Dao, I’m not interested in being an immortal in the world.”
Xie Guanying said angrily: "You lunatic! You are even more unreasonable than Lu Dongxuan and Li Chungang!"
Deng Tai'a turned his head to look at the flying sword made of ordinary materials, and said with a smile: "I, Deng Tai'a, have a three-foot sword to accompany me in this life, which is enough."
Xie Guanying clearly felt the monstrous murderous aura, which disappeared in a flash, faster than before, like running away like thunder.
The mountain under Xie Guanying's feet has been flattened by a sword!
Deng Tai'a didn't start chasing immediately, but raised his head again, looking at the unusually low sea of clouds.
Cao Changqing, Cao Changqing, Li Chungang is gone, Wang Xianzhi is gone, and now you are gone too.
Deng Tai'a laughed suddenly, one person and one sword flew high into the sky, passed through the sky, and came to the sunny sea of clouds, Deng Tai'a pan stood on top of the flying sword.
He raised his head to face the golden sun shining in the sky, Deng Tai'a was bathed in the golden light, stepped on the sword, dazed.
Finally Deng Tai'a gave a thumbs up to the sky and slowly turned to the ground.
Deng Tai said in a loud voice: "I, Deng Tai, have already arrived here in this life, what can you do to me, who dares to ask me if Deng Tai's sword?"
There is no immortal in heaven to answer this question.
Xie Guanying on the ground mumbled and repeated: "Crazy, Deng is crazy... Cao Changqing is crazy, and so are you Deng Tai!"
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An official wearing a gold-embroidered brocade pheasant official's men's cloth court uniform walked up to the top of the city with a straight face. He was in his prime, in his early forties. If it was in the Yonghui period when the Liyang Dynasty was peaceful and stable, he would definitely be a leading figure. The existence of people's attention, he became the head of the criminal department with a prominent official status of the second rank at the age of 40, how can he not be proud? His surname is Liu Yiyou, and he was born as a Jinshi in the eighth year of Yonghui. Compared with Yin Maochun's famous Yonghui Spring, he was a few years later. , but Liu Yiyou's character was ridiculed by Tai'an City as a stubborn stone in the latrine. Then this spring, in fact, just three days ago, he had just been promoted to Minister of the Ministry of Punishment of Liyang, and became an autumn official of a country. In addition to being in charge of the Fourth Division of the Ministry of Punishment, he also nominally holds the power of life and death in all the grass and lakes of Liyang, and is secretly responsible for the issuance of copper fish embroidered bags. The figures who followed Liu Yiyou to the top of the city, everyone hung copper fish embroidered bags around their waists, among them were 36 famous swordsmen, 18 masters with knives, 14 masters of boxing, Liu Yiyou and the others. The appearance of the masters of the rivers and lakes, close to seventy people, immediately let the city head, which had no spring atmosphere, walk on the horse path, and added a bit of autumn's murderous aura.
Liu Yi is still a frail scholar, but even if he stands with the ancestors of the Wu Family Jianzhong, Dongyue Jianchi Chai Qingshan and Daxueping Xuanyuan Qingfeng, his aura is not inferior.
Wu Jian stood behind the stack of arrows with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn. Chai Qingshan borrowed the second sword "Qing Li" from the girl Shan Yiyi, standing with the sword in hand, closing his eyes to nourish his breath. The purple-clothed man sat directly on the crenel with his arms folded, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance.
Facing the three great masters of martial arts who could despise princes, Liu Yi said calmly: "The sixty-eight members of the Ministry of Punishment are willing to fight for a first-line opportunity for the three of you. Continue to run rampant in my capital."
Wu Jian was silent, Chai Qingshan nodded lightly, only Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered and said: "The reason why I act is because Cao Changqing is worthy of me, and you are worthy of me?"
Compared with the other top leaders of the Shangshu Province, Liu Yijue, who is really a younger generation, said expressionlessly: "As long as Huishan Daxueping is still in my Liyang River Lake, as long as Jianzhou is still in my Liyang territory, I, Liu Yiju..."
Before this court official could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Qingfeng put his hands on his knees, and Chai Qingshan stood in front of Liu Yiyou at some point, but there was still a bloodstain on the latter's cheek, and strands of hair fell on his temples. land.
Liu Yiyou didn't wipe the scars at all, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Chai Qingshan away, staring at the beautiful woman who was known for her unruly conceit, "You can kill me, and I can die, but as long as you Xuanyuan Qingfeng appears in As long as you stand at the head of the city of Tai'an, you will go out of the city to fight. It is not because I, Liu Yiyu, raised the tiger-skin banner of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to threaten you, nor is it because I, Liu Yiyu, begged you to help In this city where I am located, no one is indispensable except His Majesty the Emperor!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng leaned back, tilted his head, looked at this young Shangshu for the first time, and said sarcastically: "You are the poor scholar Liu Yiyou of Guangling Dao, right? Could it be that I misremembered your hometown? ?”
Liu Yiyou's eyes were gloomy, he didn't know whether it was the depth of the city that a high-ranking official should have, or the skill of nourishing the spirit of a scholar, he still didn't become angry from embarrassment, and calmly said: "Differences of Tao do not conspire with each other."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled, "Oh?"
Standing between Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Chai Qingshan, the ancestor of the Wu family Jianzhong frowned, stretched out a hand, and grabbed it lightly. There was a bang in the air, and he turned his head to the purple-clothed man who was always killing people and said earnestly: "Little Nizi, if you don't change your temperament, you won't be number one in the world."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't know why he had to pay more respect to this old man, but he was very cold towards Chai Qingshan of Dongyue Jianchi. After hearing Wu Jian's kind reminder, she was noncommittal, turned her head and continued to look outside the city at the same time , the air mechanism in the body began to circulate rapidly, the momentum soared, the purple clothes fluttered, and there was a sound of hunting. Sitting at the top of the city, she is like a unique scenery of rivers and lakes. It seems that in this world, no one has ever understood what this woman is thinking, why she suddenly became the Patriarch of Daxueping Xuanyuan, why she went to Guangling River to intercept Wang Xianzhi, why she challenged King Xinliang in Taian City, and why she wanted to go out of the city today. Against Cao Changqing.
Maybe she is like a crazy child who has no parents, no tutor, and no growth, unwilling to reason in everything she does. But her cultivation base is too high, her climb is too fast, and her opportunities are too good, so no one is qualified to make her a graceful woman with red sleeves and a graceful personality.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked up at the sky. Above her head was a sea of clouds, which was the same in the entire Central Plains at the moment.
She squinted, a little sadly. She also likes someone, but she doesn't know how to let him know, and it seems that she dares and doesn't want to let him know.
Then let him remember his name, rivers and lakes, battlefields, temples, no matter where he goes in the future, there will be stories about her in this world!
Since he couldn't do it like her father only liked her mother all his life, then she would rather not have anything.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng suddenly took the lead to rush out of the city, ignoring the cooperation of the copper fish embroidered bag masters from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and he was unwilling to join forces with Wu Jian and Chai Qingshan, two current sword masters.
She came to Tai'an City alone, and she left Tai'an City alone.
The purple-clothed man slammed into Cao Changqing again, impassioned, as if death was at home.
Even Liu Yi could not help but be impressed when he saw the demeanor of this scene.
With such a woman in the world, the world will not be lonely.
The corners of Cao Changqing's mouth curled up, ignoring Xuanyuan Qingfeng's attack, and smiled slightly, staring at the chess game, "How do you know if you don't realize the big dream."
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A long time later in the Jianghu, where there are almost only Yu Dilong and Gou Youfang in the Jianghu, there is actually an unknown ten-year agreement.
Every ten years, she will break out on time, sit alone on the roof of the Moon Tower in Daxueping, wearing purple clothes, and take out a jar of ten-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus wine from under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, waiting for a person to go to the ten-year appointment .
Three times later, the fourth time, it was raining heavily that day, he didn't find her, she missed the appointment, there was only a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine placed on the roof, letting the rain beat.
It was raining and windy outside the window, the woman in purple was sitting in front of the dressing table, the woman in the bronze mirror had gray hair, it was better not to see it.
There was a small knot in her skirt, and an umbrella she had treasured for more than forty years was placed at her feet. She fell asleep on the dressing table, as if she had a sweet dream, and she was smiling.
There was an old guy who was old but not old, entered the house without knocking, put away the wet oil-paper umbrella, stood at the door and asked with a smile: "It's raining heavily outside, I'm going to drown There are a lot of fish, why don't you go and have a look?"
She fell asleep and didn't wake up.
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Everyone in Tai'an City saw an absurd scene. The purple-clothed man clearly slammed into Cao Changqing of Western Chu, and had already passed by, but Cao Changqing was still sitting where he was, while Xuanyuan Qingfeng was standing at a distance. Cao Changqing's spot more than a dozen feet away to the south is like an old monk entering meditation.
Cao Changqing didn't look sideways, picked up a chess piece from the chess box, moved the piece gently, turned his head and said with a smile: "It's time to wake up."
It was as if Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had been dreaming for forty years, suddenly woke up, and with her back to the senior official in Tsing Yi, she burst into tears at some point.
Without turning around, she stretched her waist, wiped her cheeks with her hands, and said with a smile, "What a sweet dream."
Cao Changqing smiled and said, "That's good."
Just when Xuanyuan Qingfeng was about to speak but hesitated to turn around to express his gratitude, Cao Changqing slowly looked away, looked back at the chessboard with more than ninety pieces, and said with a smile: "I don't mind, you just don't have to learn from me." The sky is big and the earth is big. Guangling in the south of the Yangtze River has the breeze, bright moon, and river, and Jiliang in the northwest has the vigor of yellow sand. Let’s read it all before talking about life and death. Life and death are the most important things in life, especially when you are young, don’t make decisions arbitrarily, life is not easy to die Simple. Between life and death, there are fates that come and go, and a person's life will always be more exciting than the grass and trees."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded, "As long as I, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is alive, I will try my best to reduce the death of one of the survivors of Western Chu."
Cao Changqing laughed it off.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng disappeared in a flash.
At the end of that big dream, she clearly knew that she hadn't woken up, or that she was dead, but she could see that bastard guy holding an umbrella standing alone at the door, his lips moved slightly, unable to speak, very sad.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "You bastard!"
The sudden and inexplicable departure in purple clothes did not delay Liu Yiyou's order for the enshrined priest of the Ministry of Punishment to go out of the city to kill the enemy.
Sixty-eight experts from the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Zhao Gou urgently summoned Jianghu masters from various places to Tai'an City, and they left the city together.
Like a flock of birds sweeping out of a high branch.
This time, Cao Changqing landed a piece on the corner of the chessboard, then lightly pressed his two fingers on the piece, and pushed it forward.
So between Cao Changqing and Tai'an City, between the north and the south, there was a turbulent air force like Guangling River.
The sixty-eight masters were like crossing the Guangling River in the flood season. It was difficult and slow, and some of them were exhausted and fell to the ground.
Chai Qingshan raised his sword and rushed out.
A sword cut off the great river of energy.
Cao Changqing picked up the chess piece with his right hand and placed it on his left hand, and gently wiped it horizontally to the right.
Immediately, a sword energy surged out, from left to right.
Cao Changqing put the pieces on the chessboard again from top to bottom.
A particularly majestic beam of bright light in the sky fell straight down, from top to bottom.
Between heaven and earth, one horizontal and one vertical, two sword qi.
They hit Chai Qingshan in Dongyue Jianchi and Wu Jian in Wujiajian Tomb respectively.
Cao Changqing was not in a hurry to pick a piece, he stared at the chess game and said to himself: "I, Cao Changqing, also have the Haoran Sword."
Chai Qingshan landed twenty feet north of Cao Changqing with a half-trunk sword in his hand, with a large pool of blood on his chest.
Wu Jian stood more than ten feet away from Chai Qingshan, the clothes on his shoulders were shattered, the old man stretched out his right hand and grasped it with five fingers. In his hand, there was a three-foot snow-white sword energy in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Cao Changqing, you really don't spare your body and spirit. If you are all destroyed, you also want to finish this game?!"
Cao Changqing did not answer.
On the top of the city, Liu Yi, Minister of the Ministry of War, put his hands on the top of the city, his hands trembling.
As a humble scholar from Guangling Road, he recognized Cao Changqing, not in Western Chu, but in Liyang, the enemy country of Western Chu, in this city of Tai'an.
But before Cao Changqing and Jiang Si, the empress of Western Chu, came to the capital in the first year of Xiangfu, Liu Yiyou, who was in the yamen of the Ministry of Punishment, only knew a Confucian scholar who traveled far away by chance. Liu Yi, a foreign scholar who had a drink, still couldn't afford a house, so he had to rent a small remote courtyard in the southeast of the capital. Yiyoudu was particularly surprised and happy. Liu Yi, who is taciturn in officialdom, still likes to complain to this well-spoken senior scholar, and to complain to Mr. Cao, who only knows his surname. My lord, he was the first in the general examination of that session, and he did not lose to the top three in the palace examination, but in the end he was only the same Jinshi. He felt that the first assistant Zhang Julu deliberately underestimated the Guangling scholars, so the world only knew Bi Yan'er has students like Yin Maochun, Zhao Youling, Yuan Guo, etc., who never knew Liu Yiyue, and Zhang Shoufu never considered himself his disciple, let alone regarded him as his proud disciple. And that Mr. Cao, after hearing his essays for the exam verbatim, said with a smile that such essays are exactly the same as Bi Yaner in his youth. , but it is precisely because of this that Zhang Shoufu will let you sit on the bench like him for many years, so you, Liu Yi, must not be impatient. After that, Liu Yiyou was half relieved, and half gave up, kept his own law, kept his feet on the ground, and devoted himself to being a small official of his Ministry of Punishment. But what made him completely disheartened was that even when Lord Shoufu was ruined, he risked the world to visit him just for the sake of teachers and students. To him, "Who is Liu Yiyou? Zhang Julu has such a disciple? I can't remember." In that evening, Liu Yiyou returned to the simple courtyard, drunk.
but.
But after the chief assistant died, Qi Yanglong found someone to give him an extremely ordinary scripture book after he was promoted to be the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.
Liu Yi still found that there were two old examination papers that had turned yellow in the book.
However, there are sixteen comments with a total of more than 500 words in the thousand-character article.
At the end is the sentence: "Good materials come from Guangling, and they can also be used as pillars. I should cultivate them for the country and use them when I die."
Liu Yi still had moist eyes, tried to open his eyes wide, stood on the top of the wall, staring at the green shirt.
Mr. Cao, I was born in Dachu, and I dare not forget my roots, so I will seek safety in the temple for all Western Chu adherents in the future.
Mr. Cao, I am a student of Zhang Julu, and I dare not forget my gratitude, so I have no choice but to stand here today as your enemy.
Cao Changqing suddenly turned his head to look at the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, who had made a steady progress in Liyang's officialdom, and smiled slightly, with only relief in his eyes.
it is more than words.
It is better to die for a country and one family than to live for the people of the world. Liu Yiyou, you scholar, don't learn from me, Cao Changqing.
Cao Changqing sat upright again, staring at the chess game.
Stand still.
Heaven and earth resonate.
Heaven and man forget.
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In Tai'an City, Sun Yin, the madman who found an excuse to ask for leave today and didn't go to the yamen, galloped all the way after going out, first found the Jianzheng small bookcase of Qin Tianjian, and then dragged the young man straight to the Imperial Academy, and found Fan Changhou, the only "tenth-dan national player" of the Liyang Dynasty, asked for two boxes of chess pieces, picked a room by the window where sundries were stored, pulled Fan Changhou and the juvenile prisoner to squat on the ground, and began to talk to Cao Changqing about that. The chess game is replayed. The supervisor is responsible for explaining where Cao Changqing's "lost son" is. Fan Changhou arranges them step by step, and at the same time explains the mystery. It is said that "that person" who holds the black first is mediocre, and the previous dozen or so moves are not bad, but it is also because he is familiar with the exquisite set-up of the older generation of Western Chu players. According to this person's level, let alone enter Liyang chess. Waiting for the edict, even he, Sun Yin, can be sure of winning. Not caring about being lost in thought by Sun Yin, who was ridiculed by him, Fan Changhou grabbed the black and white chess pieces with one hand, ready to make a move at any time, pinched his chin with the other hand, and frowned.
Sun Yin said to himself: "Cao Changqing is truly the number one official in the world, and the last game of chess in this life is just like 'that's all'? Faced with such a mediocre player, can you still pester him for a hundred moves?"
Fan Changhou had no words.
The juvenile supervisor sneered and said: "You know what! Can you see how many moves Heizi made? Cao Changqing's opponent is clearly a stinky chess player who only knows how to memorize chess by rote. He is probably a chess player who can often touch Western Chu chess. National champions, from Li Mi who claimed to make Western Chu chess players call "heaven is above" in the early years, to Wang Qingxin, the royal national player who was recognized as only needing Li Mi to pass first, to Gu Shiyan, who was almost defeated by Wang Qingxin, all the way. Going on, it can be said that all the successful players of the many national players in Western Chu chess were forced into this game by the black man. Coincidentally, with such a hodgepodge of unreasonable moves, black and white turned out to be a tie just now. , So it was Cao Changqing, who held the White House, who did it on purpose. Otherwise, who in the world would dare to give Cao Changqing the first hand? My grandpa, Huanglongshi, and no one can do it! If you push back a thousand years, there will be no Who can do it!"
After Sun Yin looked at Fan Chang, the latter nodded slightly.
Sun Yin slapped his forehead fiercely, speechless.
Tai'an City was still shaking.
After each earthquake, Fan Changhou would make precise moves under the command of the young Qin Tianjian.
Fan Changhou raised his head suddenly and asked, "It's almost the end of the day, why don't you go say hello?"
The young man turned a deaf ear and muttered: "The secret must not be leaked, I want to live a few more years, and I want to leave this city and go for a walk."
Sun Yin's ears were sharp, and he couldn't help joking when he heard it: "You kid not only has a bad mouth but also needs to be beaten, you are actually quite naughty."
The boy who only had the nickname of a small bookcase sneered: "Little Mao, I don't even bother to talk to you!"
"Little Cat" was an infamous nickname given to Sun Yin by a teenager. Dismantling Sun characters and translating Yin characters vividly.
Fan Changhou disrupted the chess game and said with a smile: "Let's not play this game. Mr. Cao's chess skills are high or low. Only the old supervisor Zhenghe ... anyway, only two people can comment. As for Mr. Cao's other chess skills, it is not us. I can point fingers."
Sun Yin stared straight at the young man who is now wearing no official uniform but only white clothes. The latter hesitated, glanced out of the window, and finally said: "Liyang Zhao's family has lost a lot of energy. If it wasn't like this, I would have I ran to complain to the queen sister. Judging from the situation, that Cao Changqing still showed signs of distributing all his luck into Guangling Dao. It is really boring. If I had known this, why would I return to the country... "
Sun Yin suddenly shouted angrily with red eyes: "Shut up!"
Fan Changhou also sighed softly: "Little bookcase, don't talk about it."
The young man became angry from embarrassment, waved his sleeves and left.
Sun Yin squatted there, with his chin resting on his folded arms, and said to himself: "Cao Changqing wants to let Li Yang know that 'the one who wins Guangling wins the world'."
Fan Changhou nodded, "It's a good thing, Guangling Dao will save a lot of people from dying."
Sun Yin said with a blank expression: "Sentiments are naturally not to be eaten as food, but without feelings, it's like cooking without condiments. Every meal is plain rice and tasteless vegetables. Over time, it really doesn't taste good. Some The taste can make your eyes full of tears, the teeth chatter with sourness, and the liver and gallbladder burst with bitterness, probably this is the feeling."
Fan Changhou remained silent and began to pack the chess pieces.
Sun Yin asked: "Why do you laugh at those people who have feelings?"
Fan Changhou thought for a while, "People who are too smart don't like to have feelings. People who are too stupid don't like to have feelings. So neither of them want to see this thing."
Sun Yin grinned and said, "I should be the former."
Fan Changhou slowly put the chess pieces back into the chess box and said with a smile, "I should be the latter."
Sun Yin's eyes suddenly sharpened like a knife, "Then Huanglongshi?"
Fan Changhou's expression was as usual, and he asked, "Then Xu Fengnian?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The point is over, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.
Earth shook.
This time the earthquake was particularly intense.
The two people in the room fell to the ground at the same time, and then felt a suffocation.
Countless dust poured down from the roof beams.
Sun Yin simply lay down on the ground in large characters.
Fan Chang continued to pack the chess pieces.
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Outside Tai'an City, in front of Cao Changqing, there was only the last chess piece left in the black and white chess box.
Wu Jianzhong of the Wu family and Chai Qingshan of Dongyue Jianchi were still unable to break through the distance of ten feet.
Cao Changqing always took it calmly.
Tai'an City kept shaking again and again.
There is no one in the cavalry outside the city who can ride on horseback, how can they charge and fight
The arms of the archers outside the city are already twitching, and the quiver has no arrows, so how can they rain arrows
Chai Qingshan was drenched in blood, even though Xi Tsing Yi didn't intentionally attack him again and again with his sword.
Wu Jian's palms were already bloody and his bones were visible.
Chai Qingshan spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a wry smile: "I have seen Xu Fengnian greet that sword first, and I have also seen you Cao Changqing who is as immovable as a mountain. This life is almost the same. Cao Changqing, if you get up and enter the city now, I can't stop you , don’t block the way here.”
Chai Qingshan turned around and walked slowly back to the city gate, his figure was hunchbacked, showing his old age.
Wu Jian, who was originally standing between Cao Changqing and the city gate, stepped out of the way and sighed: "Although the old man still has the power of a sword, he can't stop it. I, Wu Family Sword Tomb, have done my best to the Central Plains. It's time to stand by and watch." Yes. After all, save the last bit of strength, maybe it will be useful in the future."
With Cao Changqing no longer settle.
The world became silent.
Cao Changqing smiled and looked across.
The last black piece finally jumped out of the chess box, as if the person holding the black was a little hesitant, dangling around, but refused to land, or didn't know where it landed.
Cao Changqing leaned forward slightly, grasping the piece with one hand and two fingers, and stretched out a finger with the other hand, pointed to a certain place on the chessboard, and said softly: "You might as well play here."
The sunspot really landed there.
Cao Changqing put down his grasping hand, smiled without saying a word, as if he had surrendered.
More than two hundred black and white chess pieces are densely hovering in the air.
Cao Changqing closed his eyes.
you win.
But I, Cao Changqing, never feel that I have lost.
This game of chess is the most proud of me, Cao Changqing, in this life.
The corners of Cao Changqing's mouth curled up slightly, and the cuff of the cuffed arm swung abruptly.
From south to north, the chess piece rushed straight along the long royal road after entering the city, smashing the gates of the imperial city, the gate of the palace city, and the gate of the Hall of Martial Arts.
It wasn't until the dragon chair that the emperors of Liyang had sat on smashed into pieces that the chess piece was turned into powder.
Cao Changqing opened his eyes, tears streamed down his face, but without the slightest expression of sorrow, he slowly stretched out a hand forward.
It wasn't until this moment that the blood soaked through the old green shirt in an instant.
There is a breeze blowing between the sky and the earth.
The bloody smell was blown away, and the wind was also blown away.
Cao Changqing's five fingers began to dissipate, then his arms and body.
The black and white chess pieces also vanished.
In the end, the green shirt was no longer seen outside Tai'an City.
There is no more official Cao in the world.