Linglong Pavilion is the one who holds the bull's ear in the rivers and lakes of the Great Zhou.

There is no doubt about this.

Xu Han had already understood this matter, but when he was at the foot of the mountain, after seeing the brocade robes that came from the top of the mountain and fell in front of them, he had a deeper understanding of all the first sects of the Great Zhou.

And the weight of Ye Hong's note in Linglong Pavilion can naturally be glimpsed from it.

Of course, such a statement may not be accurate, but it should be more accurate to say that it should be the weight of the blank behind Ye Hongjian.

Anyway, after a period of shouting and asking for warmth, Ye Hongjian was greeted at the mountain gate, and there was a way for a person to ascend to heaven, Xu Han and Chu Qiuli were also stained with Ye Hongjian's light, and went to Linglong Pavilion with her, and everyone didn't even have time to ask about the identities of the two, and only Ye Hongjian was left in their eyes.

And at the same time, in the north, far away from Linglong Pavilion.

It is located at the junction of Xia, Zhou and Chen.

There is a solitary peak.

The peak height is 2,700 zhang, although this height is not extraordinary, but the danger of the lonely peak is rare in this world.

Hence the name of this peak - Yaqi.

On Yaqi Peak, there is a huge school palace.

The shape of the school palace is simple and atmospheric, I don't know how many years it has been, it seems that since the records, this school palace has existed.

There are two halls, four mansions and eight rooms in the palace, which respectively take the meaning of two instruments and four elephants gossip.

The location is mysterious, secretly in line with some kind of heaven and earth mystery, outsiders can't see the doorway, but they can feel extraordinary when they are in it, and they respond to the Zen saying, which is wonderful.

This school palace is called the Taiyin Palace.

It is a place where the whole world can only dream of learning.

At this time, in one of the two halls, the Taixuan Palace, the two old men were playing against each other.

The hall is lit with sandalwood, the fragrance is peculiar, light and sweet, just smelling, can make the tired person, instantly sober.

The main hall is surrounded by a full of bookshelves, which are full of all kinds of ancient books, each of which is placed on the rivers and lakes, which is enough to cause a bloody storm, but at this moment it is piled up like sundries.

The two old men in the game, one of them was dressed in gray tight clothes, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his face was cold and solemn, his white hair was meticulously combed, and he jumped up with a wooden hairpin on the top of his head. At this moment, he was sitting precariously, holding a white child and refusing to get off for a long time.

On the other side of him, the old man was dressed in a wide white robe, his white hair was scattered over his shoulders, whether it was his outstretched hand or his face with half-squinted eyes at the moment, it was crawling with ravines like poisonous snakes, making him look like an old tree that had grown for hundreds of years, wrinkled and ugly, as if he would fall to the ground if he was not careful, and he would never wake up again.

"Elder Sikong has been thinking about the time of incense for a while, and he still refuses to let go?" the white-robed old man asked with a smile, his voice extremely hoarse, like the sound of a rotten branch in the forest being broken.

The gray-clothed old man smiled slightly when he heard this, but the white child in his hand still did not fall.

"The momentum of the real person to slay the dragon has been completed, is there really any difference between this son and not falling?"

When the white-robed old man heard this, he leaned over, lowered his head, and his eyes wandered on the chessboard for a while.

But I saw that at this moment in the chessboard, the white sons were connected and became a big dragon, but they couldn't find a way out, and they were surrounded and suppressed by the sunspots layer by layer, as if they had entered a dead end.

"This man, from the moment he was born, was doomed to death. Do you know that if you want to die, you won't live? But it's not just to wait for death, but to fight to the death. The white-robed old man sighed faintly, as if he was talking about people and chess.

Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man, and he withdrew his gaze from the chessboard and turned to look at the white-robed old man, and asked speciously. "What the real person said is extremely true, so may I ask the real person, should I fall here?"

"Fall, how can you not fall. The old man hasn't played a decent game of chess for sixty years, this big dragon has not been slaughtered, does Elder Sikong want to abandon his son?" The old man gave his answer without thinking, and there seemed to be some eagerness in his voice, as if he was urging the old man in gray.

"But there is something I don't understand, and if this confusion is not removed, it will be difficult for this son to fall after all. But the old man in gray didn't hear his urging, and he replied lightly, as if something burning in his eyes was on fire.

"What's the matter?" the white-robed old man met his burning gaze, but the scenery in his eyes was like a pool of dry wells, and the water was not alarmed.

"The real person said that mortals know death to survive, and they want to lose in the next situation, it is an unintentional move, why bother?"

"The time of death has not come, why should you say bitterly? The dust has not been decided, why can you say defeat?" The old man in the white robe faced the question of the old man in gray, and talked eloquently, and his hoarse voice actually carried a strange charm.

"Really?" asked the gray-clad old man rhetorically, his eyes burning brighter and hotter. "What about the game that the real person played before, was it a win or a defeat?"

"If you don't take that step, no matter how much you win, you will inevitably lose. The old man said lightly.

At that moment, the fire in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man was suddenly extinguished, his body trembled, and the qi around him seemed to be a little weaker at that moment.

"The real person's qualifications, the best in ancient and modern times, never thought that he would lose a game. The old man in gray sighed deeply, feeling the sadness of the dead rabbit and fox.

"The affairs of the world are nothing more than victory and defeat, nothing more than life and death, there is victory and defeat, there is life and death, this is a fixed number, Elder Sikong can't see through this, right?" But the face of the old man in white could not find the slightest look of loss, but he was extremely free and easy to convince him.

"But the real person still hasn't taught me, since I know that I will lose, why do I have to fall down?" The words of the old man in white robe shook the old man in gray, and he seemed to have an understanding, raised his eyes to look at the other party again, and asked.

Elder Sikong laughed, this chess player, there are many obsessive winners and losers, only those who enjoy the process and focus on the game can be national players. The old man was defeated, but the old man has been in that battle and has gone through this experience, this is enough, as for the victory or defeat has long been unhindered, why is Elder Sikong persistent?"

As soon as these words fell, the gray-clothed old man's hand trembled violently, and he paused for a long time as if he had been severely injured, and when he raised his head again, something hot once again ignited in his cloudy gaze.

"Thank you, Mr. for teaching. He said sincerely, the title of the real person has been called sir.

Looking at the world, there is no second person who can make the old man in gray so happy and convinced.

At that time, the old man in gray no longer hesitated, and the white child in his hand finally fell towards a certain place on the chessboard.

And as that one fell, the wind and clouds on the chessboard became strange again.

The white dragon and the living son outside were connected, and there was an image of counterattacking the sunspot.

"Mr. has been defeated, but Si Bai is willing to follow Mr.'s will, ask for another battle, and ask Mr. to teach me. ”

The old man in gray arched his hand at that time.

But the old man in the white robe looked at the anticipation of the reversal of the situation, stroked his beard and smiled, and sighed lightly: "Good chess, good chess." ”

At that time, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, and the sandalwood was thick.

Although they are in this chess, their hearts have long gone to the world.

It was September of the 17th year of the Thai Dynasty.

The Supreme Elder of the Linglong Pavilion ascended to the Taiyin Palace.

The supreme real person who has been sitting in the Taiyin Palace for 600 years seeks hexagrams with his life.

Count a piece of proverbs and hand it over to the division blank.

What the hexagram says.

The emperor's murder of his father is against the way of heaven.

There is a sword to punish the sky, and the great rebellion is fierce.

With this sword, the son can kill the father, and the minister can kill the king.

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