Lanke Chess Edge

Even though his body was slumped, the pace of Ji Yuan gradually accelerated.

'The number of calamities... the number of calamities...'

While his mind was tumbling, Ji Yuan swayed from side to side, swayed from side to side, wandered aimlessly like a wandering soul, the pain in his eyes showed no sign of abating, and his already blurred vision was even more covered with blood.

Ji Yuan's right hand just pressed firmly on his eyes, as if his eyes would explode if he didn't do so.

The physical condition is very poor, but Ji Yuan tried his best to think about his lifelong knowledge in two lifetimes, eager to find an answer, to understand the chessboard of this world and the method of deciphering it.

Thoughts were running around in his heart, and his body was wandering around indifferently with blood-red eyes, Ji Yuan was swaying and rampaging on this Juntianfu Street, subconsciously just looking for one thing, but what he was looking for was not even his own. Yuli think clearly.

'There must be, there must be...'

Suddenly, he found a pair of Go for sale in front of a street vendor. In an instant, his mind was clear, and Ji Yuan rushed forward, grabbed the chessboard and chess box, and left, not even paying for money.

"Hey, hey, you... grab my chess..."

The peddler, who had no spirit at first, was about to have a seizure when he saw someone robbing things, but was frightened by Ji Yuancang's **** appearance, his voice changed from strong to weak, and he didn't dare to chase after him and retrieve the chessboard box.

"Ho...ho...hoho..."

His breathing was trembling, and he kept muttering a sentence in his heart in some confusion.

"I am a chess player...I am a chess player..."

Ji Yuan, who looked like a madman, staggered out of the city all the way, his center of gravity was clearly swaying, but his pace kept accelerating, and in the end it almost turned into an afterimage and went straight to the wild mountains.

He ran wildly for a whole day and night, ran straight out of Juntianfu City for more than 300 miles, and rushed to the uninhabited Junyuan Mountain.

Ji Yuan rushed in the mountains for a long time, and when he saw a rock cave on the mountain wall that was no more than two feet deep in front of him, he immediately seemed to have found a savior, and rushed towards it holding a chessboard.

Staggering into the cave wall, Qingteng Sword was untied and placed on the edge of the cave, put down the chessboard box, and sat cross-legged in it like a madman, full of images and fears lingering in his head.

He opened the chess box and took out the black and white stones. What was in front of him was no longer a mortal chessboard, but the general situation of heaven and earth that was substituted at will. As the chess pieces fell, the artistic conception traversed the sky again, and Ji Yuan began to play chess.

Seeing the deed of the great change in the world, Ji Yuan absolutely cannot or dare not tell anyone.

He has an almost certain intuition. As a chess player, he sees the changes in the world. What he does is to steal the sky and change the day. It is he who counts someone or even the person who hears this, and they will all turn into ashes in an instant!

The heavy pressure is like a mountain, and Ji Yuan can't breathe. He must find an answer by himself, no one can ask for it!

In the Ju'an Courtyard in Ning'an County, Ji Yuan played chess with Yin Zhaoxian, and they could play many games in a long time, but at this moment, every piece of chess fell in the virtual atmosphere of the mountains and rivers of artistic conception. After countless changes, it will have disappeared. The heaven and earth chessboard is projected onto the Go board in front of you, and dropping a piece is like lifting a mountain.

The artistic conception pill furnace has always been on fire, and the mana in the body has been running wildly for a moment, just to support this game of chess.

The change of time loses its meaning to the consciousness of Jiyuan at this moment, but it shows clearly on the body.

The stars move, the moon rises and the sun falls, thunderstorms, storms, clouds, sun and dusk...

Even though the circumstances and intentions are very special at the moment, it has been very slow, but the fate is gradually getting thinner and thinner...

One night.

"Ow~~~~~~~~~"

There was a sad wolf howling not far away, and soon after, an old lone wolf who was driven out of the wolf pack carefully approached the cave wall in the mountain in the dark, and saw a person who was frozen there.

The man's body was motionless, his hand was holding a stick posture and hung above the chessboard.

"Hoho~~~~"

The old wolf lowered his body and cautiously approached the cave wall. When his fangs were exposed, saliva dripped.

"Om~~~"

Leaning on the outside of the cave wall, the green ivy sword rang, and the blade slipped out of the scabbard for less than half an inch.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The old wolf, who was greatly frightened, fled in panic with his tail between his tail...

. . .

In the fifteenth year of Dazhen Yuande's reign, there is no sound of reading in Ning'an County School today.

Among the students in the academy, half of them were older, except for a few cases of returning to their homes, the rest actually got the opportunity to advance to a higher education and went to several academies in Desheng House.

At this moment, the youngest seven-year-old schoolchildren in the hall, the oldest sixteen-year-old, all looked at their master with reverence and reluctance, and the fifteen-year-old Yin Qing was also sitting in the middle.

Yin Zhaoxian didn't speak. He just wrote the article in front of the Master's desk. After a long time, when he finished writing an article, he blew it a few times to make the ink dry faster, and then placed it in front of the desk.

Seeing that the writing on the piece of paper in the previous book was dry, he took it and folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, and then picked up a pen and wrote on the envelope: "The Master Gives Du Ming."

After writing, she closed the envelope and put it aside, and stacked it on top of the dozen thick paper seals at the other end of the desk.

After finishing this, Yin Zhaoxian took the pen again, dipped it in ink and started writing the next article.

Today, Master Yin of Ning'an County School wants to write a letter to every student, just like the letter that those students who dropped out of school and returned home received when they left, just like those students who went to the distant academy to study The one I received when I left.

There was silence in the whole school, no child disturbed his master's writing, and he sat respectfully and no one whispered to each other.

This kind of school discipline is out of respect from the heart. Today's Yin Zhaoxian does not need a ruler for the majesty of his master, and the ruler of Ning'an County School has long been covered in dust.

About half an hour later, Yin Zhaoxian put the pen back on the Beacon Hill, waiting for the ink on the last piece of paper to dry before sealing it up.

"Okay, there are seven out of sixty letters in total. I've finished writing them all, and I'll send them to you one by one after I study the school."

This hand Yin Zhaoxian imitated his close friend's fate, and his self-consciousness is very good, which can more or less make students firm up their ideals.

The students below all looked at Yin Zhaoxian. Seeing that Yin Zhaoxian was also a little sympathetic, he stood up and smiled.

"Why do you read the book of sages? You want to repay the world. Of course, in today's world, it is not easy to implement the sage's way. It's not something I can do with a commoner."

Yin Zhaoxiang held a book of "On the Birds" in his hand.

"Master, after all, I was also a second-class essay in the state examination test. I have the intention to go further in this re-examination, or I will show my ambition in the future. The master has raised thousands of people in one lifetime, and tens of thousands of people for the government!"

"Master... I heard from my father that officialdom is very cruel, and there is no blood in the temple battle..."

A thirteen-year-old boy at the front of the class hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke. This is the second son of Ning'an County magistrate Chen Sheng, whose name is Chen Yuqing~www.NovelMTL.com~ is also one of Yin Zhaoxian's more admired students .

In fact, in the past two years, Yin Zhaoxian, the master of Ning'an County, has gained some fame in the nearby counties and even two or three academies, because he is very effective in teaching and educating people. All can enter the academy with their own talents and insights.

As a result, sometimes people from other counties send their children to Ning'an to go to school, which also leads to a lot more students in the county school.

Chen Yuqing heard that his father, Chen Sheng, commented on Master Yin at the end of last year, saying that he was absolutely ambitious. Although his works "On the Birds" and "Zhizhiyi" are still constantly improving, they are not simple books so far. The righteousness of the kind of people is too strong, and the officialdom is most likely to fail.

Chen Yuqing was a little afraid of these words. For some reason, he didn't dare to say it now, because he was afraid that after saying it, his master would really not be able to come back.

Naturally, Yin Zhaoxian didn't know the complicated thoughts in the students' minds. He just felt the students' reluctance and worry about him, and his heart was warm.

"Well, although I'm just a scholar, Master, I have talked about temples with my friends, so I have a certain understanding of it, but you don't have to worry, maybe Master, I'm not knowledgeable enough to get off the list!"

Yin Zhaoxian made a joke, which also made the students below laugh, but seriously, maybe only the youngest students, other children thought in their hearts that their master would definitely pass the exam.

Yin Zhaoxian held the book on his back, looked at the green bamboo in the garden outside the school, and consulted the state test again after a lapse of nine years. Now that he is in his thirties, he is not too old, but he is not a young scholar either.

Only this time, the anxiety in my heart was much less.

After writing two good articles, Yin Zhaoxian felt more and more that education is important, but educating people in this school alone is too weak, so weak that it is difficult to publish these two books.