Originally, there was a strange scene in the hinterland of the Northern Desert, where it was difficult to see a person in the wind and sand, a young monk walked in the forefront, followed by a fine horse, and behind them, hundreds of people followed, and the two people in front of them opened a distance.

The little monk's expression was a little helpless, but the hundreds of people behind him seemed to have made up their minds to follow him, and he didn't have a good way. It doesn't seem to be a matter of driving away, and it doesn't seem to be a problem to slip away quietly.

The white-haired old man's soul appeared beside the little monk, he glanced at the little monk and asked, "You seem to be in a good mood?" ”

The little monk turned his head to look at him, and his young face was full of smiles.

The old man's soul asked, "Just because of this group of sand bandits who want to follow you?" ”

The little monk looked at the old man and replied: "I thought of a person, we met in Xunyang before coming to the Northern Desert, and he once told me a sentence: don't discuss the good or bad of this world, everyone in this world is to live, if one day you meet someone who has a different position from you, don't easily deny the other party, and be more tolerant of the world." ”

The old man asked, "He's a very important person to you?" ”

The little monk said with a smile: "Yes, if you insist on talking about it, when I first met him, I felt like a brother, and slowly this feeling became deeper, and I was not afraid of anything when I was by his side." Later, I thought about how nice it would be if I could be like him, so that everyone could believe in me and feel safe and reliable. ”

The old man listened quietly to the little monk's story, and did not realize that he did not know when his face was smiling.

The little monk continued: "What he said, I have a little bit of understanding now. For example, what I'm doing now, everyone says it's a good thing, but is that really the case? Yes, of course. But there will definitely be some people, who have their own ambitions, ambitions, and schemes, and want to make a fuss about these lonely ghosts. Some people will want to restore the Buddhist and Taoist culture in the Northern Desert, so now that a monk from Qiyang has done this, he can't do it? Maybe there are still people who just want to keep the resentment of these ghosts, maybe the exercises he cultivates are to promote his cultivation ......"

The little monk paused, and then said: "This is probably because different people have their own difficulties and positions. Then the group behind us, when I was in Qiyang before, all I heard was the scolding of the sand bandits, they robbed the caravan and attacked the soldiers and horses of Xiangyang, as if there was nothing worthy of sympathy. But when I met them before, I suddenly understood that this is their way of survival, it is not easy to live, and it is of course even more understandable to attack the soldiers and horses of Xiangyang. Of course, if you do something harmful, you have to take it as a different matter, and understanding is understanding, and you don't have to stand on the same position as the other party. Thinking of this, I understood what Yulong said to me, and I admired Yulong even more. ”

The old man asked, "His name is Jade Dragon?" ”

"Well, there are some people, Tiantian and Nanfeng, they are also my very good friends, and now they should be somewhere, doing something big that I can't imagine."

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In the city of Xunyang, near the city lord's mansion.

In front of the impassable chess table, bursts of applause spread far and wide.

In the end, the most exciting three chess games have been played twice, both of which Xunyang won, and everyone in Su has lived up to everyone's expectations, and Lu Weixian can be regarded as fighting for breath.

There is still one last key game left on the chess table, which is the arrogant Sikong Yulong and the equally unseen Wang Yehui. At the beginning, he put down the big words and said that Wang Yehui, who had already figured out the momentum of Sikong Yulong's big flying guard, frowned at this moment, he stared at the situation in front of him, and after a long time, he fell.

Broken!

Wang Yehui, who had just fallen, had a premonition that something was wrong, it was a "break point" deliberately made by Sikong Yulong, and it was also a "ghost hand".

If you compare the current situation to the battle field, it seems that the two have been steadily arranging the formation before, and they are comparable to each other. Then Sikong Yulong sold a flaw and began to retreat, spreading suspicions along the way. In the eyes of everyone, and Wang Yehui, at this time, of course, it is more appropriate to advance steadily than to be greedy for merit, but Wang Yehui, who is already a strong eight, has been hovering between the two choices because of the relationship he has played against Sikong Yulong before, so he fell into one of the few long exams in this game. In the end, Wang Yehui, who had thought about it repeatedly, decided to move forward conservatively. But what everyone didn't expect was that this was the biggest backhand of Sikong Yulong's burying of this game, and Wang Yehui thought that the most conservative point was the area with the greatest overall lethality of Sikong Yulong.

In the chess battlefield, the countless soldiers and horses who had retreated in a hurry turned around at the same moment, erected the spears in their hands, and on the undulating ground around, countless soldiers jumped up and rushed towards Wang Yehui's sunspots, the war drums sounded, Wang Yehui only felt that everywhere was white, and all around were screams, and his blacks were already overwhelmed. He looked up, only to see a huge figure appear in the sky, it was Sikong Yulong, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the battlefield, the target was Wang Yehui's solo horse.

In Wang Yehui's pupils, that finger became bigger and bigger, accompanied by a burst of madness, the battlefield was torn, and the world was turned upside down.

When Wang Yehui came back to his senses, his ears were filled with all kinds of noisy sounds from the crowd, and in front of him was a leisurely Sikong Jade Dragon.

Wang Yehui muttered, "I lost?" ”

Sikong Yulong nodded and said, "Compared with last time, it's not too miserable." ”

Fang Xinshi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, laughed helplessly, and slapped Lu Weixian on the shoulder, "Our eldest prince Wang has to be hit by the boss now, he wants to avenge the revenge with one arrow, but he still loses so miserably." I said are you a bit of a bully this time, I thought that our victory and defeat should be between the two of them, how could I think that Brother Lu, you can win me, Su everyone can understand if he is a little better, but Sikong Yulong is a little too strong. ”

The corners of Lu Weixian's mouth twitched, he didn't speak, and quietly pulled Fang Xinshi's fat paws off his shoulders.

On the chess table, Wang Yehui stared at the chessboard quietly, and after a long time, he looked at Sikong Yulong and said with a wry smile: "Don't comfort me." ”

The authorities are fascinated, and now looking at this game of chess from the perspective of a bystander, Wang Yehui suddenly found that even if he did not step out of that break point, but rushed out desperately, he would not usher in the expected glimmer of life. Because he found that if he really chose to break through by force, then he would be greeted by an even more desperate ambush, and he would only lose worse than now. This game of chess, from the very beginning, has been firmly controlled by Sikong Yulong, and he is just deliberately delaying the time of defeat.

This is the essential difference in chess strength.

Sikong Yulong, this guy, has already ranked among the ninth ranks?

Wang Yehui looked at the person opposite, his face full of incredulity.

"Isn't it afraid that Brother Wang will be hit too hard."

Wang Yehui angrily threw a chess piece into the chess jar, turned his head and left. This guy, if you look at it again, you can't help but beat him, but unfortunately we can't beat him, so out of sight and out of mind, you have to hide far away.

Sikong Yulong waved his hand on the spot and said loudly: "Brother Wang, don't forget tonight's banquet, I will make good compensation to Brother Wang when the time comes." ”

Wang Yehui didn't look back, and the wooden stairs of the chess table staggered.

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The little monk unconsciously slowed down and marched in tandem with the iron horse spirit horse.

The rider took off his helmet, revealing a rugged face, then turned over and dismounted, holding a gun in one hand and leading the horse in the other, tucking the helmet under his armpit.

The little monk asked, "General Gao, can I discuss something with you?" ”

The rugged man known as General Gao was named Gao Wangcheng, and the title of the general was of course given to him by the hundreds of people behind him. Gao Wangcheng looked at the young monk beside him and said solemnly, "Little Master, please speak." ”

The little monk scratched his head and said, "Since General Gao insists on following, then we are not a short journey, can the general tell me something about you?" For example, the lives of these people behind them, when everyone gets together, they must all have a sad past. ”

The rugged man's eyes suddenly became a little gentle, but then he was a little embarrassed, "Of course you can, but who to start with?" ”

The little monk smiled: "There is still a long time on this way, why don't you come one by one?" The man who walked at the forefront had two scabbards hanging from his waist, one of which was empty. ”

"It was his brother's scabbard, but he was already dead on the battlefield. When his brother died, he left him the scabbard and told him that he must live, and since then he has always carried the empty scabbard, and after the army did not want him, he fell into the grass and became a bandit, and lived until now, he was not afraid of death, but he never missed a chance to live. He told me that it would be nice to have the opportunity to bury the empty scabbard in his hometown, which is under the Keel Mountain, but he has never had a chance to ......."

The little monk asked again, "What about the old man who looks very old?" I saw him put a flower on the horse's head. ”

Gao Wangcheng smiled, although that smile was not good on his fierce face, he said: "That old immortal likes to tell meat jokes the most, and many people are always annoying him." I heard that when he was young, he fell in love with a woman in a green house in Tiger Whisker Town, but with his little military salary back then, it was rare to see him a few times a year...... Later, I heard that the woman seemed to be a spy planted in Tiger Whisker Town, and died in the whirlpool of the big shots fighting for power. That woman likes to wear a flower on her head the most, and as long as the old immortal has the opportunity to get a flower, she will put it on the head of his horse proudly, and the one that the little master sees now was obtained two days ago, and it is estimated that it will wither soon. ”

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All the way forward, all the way to the sand.

The past of 400 lives is like a cloud.

After a long time, Gao Wangcheng put on a helmet and stood in front of the little monk.

"Little Master, in front of me is a deserted post station called 'Yuntun', and the terrain around it is extremely complex, which is most suitable for ambush and interception. You'll have to wait here first, and I'll take a few brothers to investigate. ”

The little monk said softly, "General Gao." ”

Gao Wangcheng turned around.

The little monk said: "There are still many people's lives that you haven't told me, and your own past, I've been waiting for it." ”

Gao Wangcheng nodded, clenching his spear.

"Make sure you come back alive."