There was a moment of silence when the originally noisy crowd saw the scroll.

Whether it's excitement or questioning, it's okay to watch people who don't know what's going on.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Everyone stared silently at the words on the scroll, speechless.

This is a very simple sentence, and it is even a little out of place with a chess battle, and it does not feel like a chess game at all. But looking at these eight words, there are elderly people who have experienced the war, and suddenly their eyes are slightly hot.

Just after the scroll written by Ying Baoyue was pulled down, the scroll of the defeated Helan Cheng on the side was also pulled open.

Helan Cheng wrote more words, and he could understand them.

"Learn to open nine chapters, recite a line of multiplication and division poems, and naturally know the art, but the opponent of the country should be my teacher."

It is the poetry of chess, which can be very appropriate, but next to the sentence written by Ying Baoyue, even the weight of Rao feels different.

Especially when these three are all about the people, and then look at the sentence written by Ying Baoyue, at the moment when they were touched, they only felt.

Blood boil.

Three or three nights.

While shining into the morning sun on the third day, people suddenly found that this game of chess had been played for three or three nights.

Obviously, this sentence written by this woman is obviously a battlefield, but it suddenly makes people empathize.

From the very beginning of the luck guess, to the later bad prelude and the incomparably long middle game, from the final game of white chess, but the girl suddenly became wrong, and then she was persuaded by countless people but did not give up, and won the final victory in the whole game.

It's too long, it's too far.

But she finally got here, overcoming countless difficulties and hardships, among which she knew that she was warm and cold, but she.

Didn't give up.

Ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the blood.

It's the most shocking wargame reel anyone has ever seen.

Including him.

Helan Cheng, who was sitting on the opposite side of the chessboard, closed his eyes, and the next moment he opened and looked at the girl sitting quietly on the opposite side of the chess game, and said sincerely.

"Congratulations."

"You're the one who wins."

No one has ever been able to convince him.

He didn't expect that all this would one day happen to a cultivator who was even lower than him.

But he had to obey because this seventh-level cultivator had defeated.

It's not him, it's the top of the last wargame battle, and at this time, the fifth-level cultivator Tuoba Xun.

The one who wins is her, and the one who loses is the two of them.

Under the woods where the Northern Wei people were, Tuoba Xun quietly grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair and was silent for a while.

Wang Zhusheng looked at him worriedly, thinking that he was sad after losing. But the man in front of him was even more stunned, as if he remembered something. At this moment, Tuoba Xun opened his mouth and asked, "What did she write?" ”

Wang Zhusheng was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Ten years of drinking ice, it is difficult to cool the blood." ”

"Ten years ......," Tuoba Xun repeated stunned.

Ah, it's been ten years, indeed.

It's been almost ten years since he lost his eye and was almost killed by his father at the foot of the Great Wall of Eternal Night.

Her ten years must not have referred to his ten years, but they hit his heart.

He was thinking so, but at that moment, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"You're getting stronger."

Tuoba Xun was stunned and raised his head in a daze.

The voice was not coming from his side, but from a distant observatory.

Helan Cheng looked at the girl sitting on the opposite side of the chessboard and suddenly spoke, not knowing what Ying Baoyue was doing.

Because this sentence is not for him.

It's to the one who controls him.

You're really, getting stronger.

The voice was so familiar and so unfamiliar, but the tone of the voice and the tone of the words seemed familiar.

Tuoba Xun stared ahead in a daze, and countless memories flooded into his mind for a moment, but the first thing that came to mind was the voice that sounded in the darkness.

That moment, just as his father was about to throw him from the eternal night, his feet dangling in the air, a voice broke into his life

"Tuoba family master, can you not pick this section of the Great Wall under my supervision to throw your son?"

It was a woman.

"My son's life is at my disposal," he said coldly when he heard his father shake, "and don't bother the county lord to worry about it." ”

He was stunned.

On the Great Wall of Eternal Night, there is only one county lord.

That is the county lord of Zhaoyang.

"The tiger poison does not eat its son, and the Lord Tuoba will kill his own son," the woman continued.

"The Tuoba family doesn't need to be wasted." His father roared so angrily that he was immediately discouraged.

Even if you survive today, you will despair for tomorrow.

Because he's a piece of shit.

"Waste?" However, at that moment he heard the young woman chuckle, "Who defines that?" ”

A pair of warm hands pulled him up from the wall.

"I'm ......," he wondered, why did he save him from a wreck.

"You are not a wasted person, one day you can become a cultivator who is stronger than anyone else." The woman leaned down and addressed the young man.

"The invisible can also repair the school"

"It's just a little bit more work than the average person."

Those kung fu are countless times when the true yuan is depleted and recovered, countless times when the nose is blue and the face is swollen, and countless times when you get up alone in the dark.

No one knows his pain and dedication.

But he only wanted one person to know.

"You're really, getting stronger."

And now the woman said this to him after playing chess.

Suddenly, large tears flowed down Tuoba Xun's face, soaked through the white silk, and fell on top of the wheelchair.

Outside the Great Wall, the world is eternal night, and his world has always been eternal night. If someone feels like they're running in the dark for a while, they're running in the dark all the time.

Never see the light.

But ten years ago, on the Great Wall of Eternal Night, he met a bright moon in his eternal night.

That person taught him the art of war, taught him how to explore the way with the true element, taught him not to give up, and let him know that he was not a waste.

Rather, it is a powerful practitioner.

"Ten years of drinking ice, is it difficult to cool the blood?"

Tuoba Xun suddenly laughed, "It's really no match for her." ”

The person who doesn't give up the most in the world is really her.

Even if she dies, she can come back to life and continue to fight, what else can't she do?

"Senior brother?" Hearing Tuoba Xun's laughter, Wang Zhusheng was stunned and wanted to ask a question, but he saw the person in front of him pushing a wheelchair and suddenly going in the opposite direction where the disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion had gathered.

"Senior Brother Tuoba! The saint is angry and wants you to pass! ”

Behind them, there was a disciple's angry voice, but Wang Zhusheng saw that the man in front of him, who was usually the best at dealing with these, did not look back.

"Senior Brother Tuoba! The Holy Maiden wants to ask you for the sin, why don't you come quickly! ”

What replied to the disciple's hysteria was the barrier between the True Yuan of the Rank Five cultivators.

"Senior brother?" Wang Zhusheng looked at Tuoba Xun beside him in amazement.

"Occasionally, I want to be enthusiastic." At this moment, Ying Baoyue smiled and said.

Then he turned to look at the disciple behind him.

"Tuoba Xun broke with the Holy Maiden of the Northern Wei Dynasty from today, you go and report it."