Many years ago, a chess piece walked out of the chessboard, and finally saw something outside the chessboard as he wished, but the chess piece back then was just a pawn burying his head in the past.

What kind of world is that?

Luo Qingcang, who was sitting in the car, thought back that he might have touched something that the little pawn touched, he never thought that this road would be so long, he spent a full seventeen years, preparing every day, preparing for the moment he stepped out of the chessboard, how to choose.

But this is not the most desperate thing, just like the poor always have more suffering, and the rich always have more wealth, and he still doesn't know who his opponent is.

Is it yourself?

Is this the Jianghu?

Or this era!

"Wang Chuhe, do you always think that I am the one who plays chess?" Luo Qingcang said very abruptly.

Wang Chuhe, who had experienced this night full of exhaustion, came to his senses again when he heard this sentence, and nodded almost without hesitation, this is all his opinion, he can see through this river and lake, but he can't see through Luo Qingcang, so he thinks that Luo Qingcang has already surpassed this river and lake.

Luo Qingcang smiled, but this time, his expression was a little bleak.

"Have you ever heard the story of three chopsticks?" Luo Qingcang suddenly asked without a clue.

Of course, Wang Chuhe knew what Luo Qingcang was vaguely analogy, so he didn't interrupt and let Luo Qingcang continue.

Luo Qingcang slowly leaned on the back seat, like an old man on his deathbed, wanting to say what he wanted to accumulate in his life, but he didn't know where to start, but he definitely needed someone to listen to his story and ask him to find a suitable person in this world.

Wang Chuhe barely passed.

When this story was spoken, it also foreshadowed him, and it was almost the end of it.

Luo Qingcang was still meditating with his eyes closed, and the air gradually solidified.

"First of all, I need to tell you a little episode of the hot and cold world, in a small mountain village, an old man and three uncompetitive children, the aging old man can't bear to watch the ancestral industry accumulated in his life be corrupted by these three unfilial sons, and adopted a stray child, the first child is very capable, not only to take care of the foundation in an orderly manner, but also to marry the old man's most distressed little daughter, this stray child turned into a branch to stand on the branch, and the three children were a little unable to see this foreign family shining in their own home, and began to secretly collude to take advantage of the old man's critical illness, poisoned his own sister, and then blamed this stray child, the originally fair old man ordered the eternal expulsion of this little son who made the family prosperous again, at the end of the story, the bad guy lived decently, but the good guy ended up with such a fate. Luo Qingcang said, he clearly remembered the tears of an old man when he told such a story.

Wang Chuhe listened quietly.

"Then, there is the problem of three chopsticks, the critically ill old man summoned his three sons, each gave each other a chopstick, saying that if anyone can take out the chopsticks in the will he left when he died, who is his successor, and the remaining two must never be violated, so this setting was established, and the three sons worked hard and began to harden the old man's heart, fighting openly and secretly, if they knew that these three chopsticks were just the same existence, would they collapse?" Luo Qingcang said, suddenly laughing, as if he could understand the old man's dark belly.

Wang Chuhe's expression changed greatly, and even he didn't know that there was such an episode before these three chopsticks.

"Are you saying that neither the Duan family, nor the Xu family nor the Xia family are heirs?" Wang Chuhe had already groped for a trace of this story.

Luo Qingcang did not answer directly, but continued: " No one could have imagined that they couldn't take out the chopsticks left by the old man on his deathbed, but a cunning son stole this important chopstick, and the name engraved on it surprised him, because on this chopstick, was the name of the expelled child, and he finally decided to destroy this chopstick, but it was also that night, an old man recovered the chopsticks in the thousands of troops, and then was chased and killed until Yanzi Pass, he knew that he couldn't keep this chopstick, and he had no choice but to entrust it to one of his most trusted people, and brought it out of the capital until he kept the last chopstick, and then this chopsticks disappeared into the rivers and lakes, this is no, it is nearly thirty years, the old man, named Liu Scissors, is the last move left by the critically ill old man, one of the three major martial artists in the capital. ”

"What happened next was very simple, in a few years, the three sons got together, began to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and cleaned up the stray child, it was also that tragic night, and another old man left the capital with an infant child, and behind him, there was also a thirteen-year-old child, the child who followed behind him, it was me, and the old man, who was not a bystander, was named Chen Tianshi, one of the three great martial artists in the capital. ”

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, the man who left the capital with a three-character sword died in Beicheng, that person is my grandfather, Luo Wenhe, one of the three great martial artists in the capital. ”、

"It was the darkest few years, the capital was turbulent, for this three-character sword, I don't know how many people died here, the Su family was slaughtered, leaving only a trace of spark, and then it was so huge that no one could pierce the lie, so it was pressed for nearly thirty years. ”

"The old man who has never stepped out of the small Xing'an Mountains again said such a sentence, there is a breath, light a lamp, there are people, there are people, there are rivers and lakes, the mother and daughter of the Su family who fled to the depths of the Xiaoxing'an Mountains in the displacement are also, the infant child is also, I stepped out of the Xiaoxing'an Mountains seventeen years ago, even if the old man was framed, pointed out by a thousand people, he did not stand up and say a word, he just sat on the stake, watching me faster and faster Chen family seventy-two-hand, watching the infant child slowly grow up, for him, it is enough, this story will eventually set off a bloody storm again, it is a pity, he didn't make it to that day. ”

"Wufu, how can you survive such an era, even if you take the lives of the three old men who stand at the peak of the capital's military value, in the end they only left such a stick of incense, as for whether this stick of incense will be innocent until the end, no one knows. ”

Luo Qingcang said that he didn't need to look at Wang Chuhe's expression to know how wonderful Wang Chuhe's expression was.