Lanke Chess Edge

Even though his body was staggering, Ji Yuan's pace gradually accelerated.

'Doom...doom...'

While his thoughts were churning, Ji Yuan swayed left and right, east and west, walking aimlessly like a wandering soul, the severe pain in his eyes showed no sign of relief, and the already blurred vision was covered with a layer of 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 the lifelong knowledge of two lifetimes in his mind, eager to find an answer, to understand the world chessboard and the way to break it.

Thoughts were running wildly in his heart, while his body was wandering around with blood-red eyes lifeless, Ji Yuan was swaying and rampaging on this Juntianfu Street, subconsciously looking for one thing, and what he was looking for was not even for himself. I tried to figure it out.

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

Suddenly, he found a set of Go for sale in front of a street vendor, his thoughts were clear for a moment, and Ji Yuan rushed forward to grab the chessboard and chess box and left without paying any money.

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

Seeing someone snatching something, the peddler, who was not energetic at first, was about to explode immediately, but was frightened by Ji Yuancang's hideous appearance bleeding, his voice changed from strong to weak, and he didn't even dare to chase him out to snatch back the chessboard and chess box.

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

Breathing tremblingly, a little delirious kept chanting a sentence in his heart.

'I am a chess player... I am a chess player...'

Ji Yuan, who looked like a madman, staggered and ran out of the city all the way, his center of gravity was clearly swaying, but his pace continued to accelerate, and finally he almost turned into an afterimage and went straight to the wilderness forest.

After running wildly for a whole day and night, he ran directly from Juntianfu City for more than 300 li in a straight line, and rushed to the deserted Junyuan Mountain.

Ji Yuan rushed in the mountains for a long time, and when he saw a stone cave in the mountain wall that was only two feet deep in front of him, he rushed towards it with the chessboard in his arms as if he had found a savior.

He staggered into the cave wall, untied the Qingteng sword and placed it on the edge of the cave, put down the chessboard and chess box, and sat cross-legged in it like a madman, his mind was full of the previous images and fear.

Open the chess box and take out the black and white pieces. What you see in front of you is no longer the mortal chessboard, but the general trend of the world that you can substitute as you wish. With the "click" sound of the chess piece falling, the artistic conception crosses the field again, and Ji Yuan starts to play chess.

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

He has an almost certain intuition that as a chess player himself, what he sees is the changes in the world, and what he does is to steal the sky and change the day to determine the fate of the world. Once he tells the truth to others, the end will be far worse than that of the Qingsong Taoist. It is his plan that someone and even those who hear this will all be turned into ashes in an instant!

The heavy pressure was like a mountain, and Ji Yuan couldn't breathe. He had to find an answer by himself, and no one could ask for it!

Once in Ning'an County's Ju'an Courtyard, Ji Yuan and Yin Zhaoxian played chess, and they could play many games in half a day, but at this moment, every chess piece has gone through countless changes in the emptiness of the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, and will have disappeared. The world chessboard is projected onto the Go board in front of you, and dropping a piece is like lifting a mountain.

The artistic conception furnace has been on fire all the time, and the mana in the body is running wildly for a moment, just to support this time of Yanqi.

The change of time has lost its meaning to the consciousness of Ji Yuan at this moment, but it is clearly revealed on the body.

The stars move, the moon rises and the sun sets, thunderstorms, storms, sunrises and sunsets...

Even though the situation and intention are special at this moment, it is already very slow, but Ji Yuan is getting thinner and thinner gradually...

one night.

"Aww~~~~~~~~~"

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

The man's body was motionless, his hands were hanging above the chessboard in a clinging posture, his clothes were a bit ragged, and dead branches and leaves were piled up beside him.

"Hoho~~~~"

The old wolf leaned down and carefully approached the cave wall, with saliva dripping when his fangs were bared.

"Om~~~"

Leaning against the outside of the cave wall, the ivy sword blew up, and the blade slipped out of the scabbard less than half an inch. The cold light of the sword edge made the old wolf feel like he was in an ice cave.

"Woo... woo..."

The frightened old wolf ran away in a hurry with its tail between its legs...

. . .

In the fifteenth year of Dazhen Yuande, there is no sound of reading in Ning'an county school today.

Among the students in the school, half of them were older than before. Except for a few cases of returning to home life, the rest of them actually got the opportunity to go to several academies in Desheng Mansion.

At this moment, the schoolchildren in the hall, the youngest being seven years old, and the oldest being sixteen years old, all looked at their master with admiration and reluctance. Yin Qing, who was already fifteen years old, was also sitting in the middle of the hall.

Yin Zhaoxian didn't speak, but just wrote the article in front of the master's desk, and after a long time after finishing an article, he would gently blow it a few times to make the ink dry faster, and then put it aside in front of the desk.

Seeing that the handwriting on a piece of paper in the previous book on the table had dried, he took it over and folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, and then picked up a pen and wrote on the envelope: Master to Du Ming.

After finishing writing, he closed the envelope and put it aside, superimposing it on top of the dozen thick paper envelopes on the other side of the desk.

After finishing these, Yin Zhaoxian took out the pen again, dipped in the ink and began to write the next article.

Today, Master Yin of Ning’an County School wants to write a letter to every student, just like the ones received by those students who dropped out of school and returned home before leaving, just like those students who went to distant colleges when they went to a higher school. The one I received when I left.

The entire school was silent, no children disturbed their master's writing, and the students sat respectfully and no one whispered to each other.

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

About half an hour later, Yin Zhaoxian put the pen back on Bijia Mountain, and waited for the ink on the last piece of paper to dry before putting it away in a seal.

"Okay, there are sixty-seven letters in total. I have finished writing all of them. I will send them to you one by one after school."

In this move, Yin Zhaoxian imitated his close friend Ji Yuan, and he felt very good, which more or less made the students firm in their ideals.

The students below all looked at Yin Zhaoxian, and Yin Zhaoxian felt a little sympathetic, so he stood up and smiled.

"Why read the books of sages? I want to give back to the world. However, in today's world, it is not easy to implement the way of sages. It is beyond me as a commoner."

Yin Zhaoxian held a volume of "On Birds" written in hand.

"Master, at any rate, I once got the second grade in the state examination. This re-examination is my intention to go further, and I will display my ambitions in the future. Master, I have educated thousands of people in my life, and I have educated tens of thousands of people for the government!"

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

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 Chen Sheng, the county magistrate of Ning'an County. His name is Chen Yuqing, and he is also one of the students Yin Zhaoxian admires.

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 good at teaching and educating people. Can rely on their own talents and insights to enter the academy.

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

Chen Yuqing heard his father Chen Sheng comment on Master Yin at the end of last year, saying that he is absolutely ambitious. Although his works "On the Birds" and "Zhizhiyi" are still being perfected, they are not simple books at present, but this This kind of person is too righteous, and he is the easiest to be defeated in the officialdom.

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

Yin Zhaoxian naturally didn't know the complicated thoughts in the students' minds, but felt the students' reluctance and worry for him, and his heart was warm.

"Well, Master, although I am just a scholar, 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 am not knowledgeable enough to be brushed off the list!"

Yin Zhaoxian's joke also amused the students below, but perhaps only the youngest students took it seriously, and the other children thought in their hearts that their master would definitely pass the exam.

Yin Zhaoxian held the back of the book and looked at the green bamboos in the garden outside the school. After nine years, he took the state examination again. Now he is thirty-six, not old, but not a young scholar.

Only this time, the uneasiness 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.