When Zhao Ji walked over, he greeted him very politely, and said slightly: "Two Taoist chiefs, the kid is the woodcutter of Longshan Town under this mountain, and he has been chopping wood here for a living for generations, but today he is dizzy, lost his way into the mountain, and has been here for about an hour or two, and he has not found a way back." ”

"The two Dao Masters are merciful, I don't know where this is the boundary, where can I go back to Nalongshan Town?"

The Taoist with black hair hanging down and a peaceful temperament looked at the chessboard, and said in a gentle tone: "Xiaoyou turned around, followed the stream when he came for an hour, and turned to the left every time he turned, and the fifth time he saw a huge rock, there was a tree under the stone, and from there he turned down, and he could return to his hometown." ”

"Your family has been waiting for a long time, so let's go down the mountain quickly."

The woodcutter knew the way back, but he was not so anxious, thinking that he should have met the fairy fate.

The old father and mother at home are not in good health, and they will be frightened in their dreams every night, if they can ask for some pills, they can also relieve the palpitations of their father's mother, hesitated, and felt that their thoughts are really hateful and greedy, their faces are thin, they can't help but be hot, and they have been hesitant for a long time, and they can't speak.

A few steps forward, I saw that game of chess again, for some reason, when I saw this game of chess, Zhao Ji was slightly stunned, and then involuntarily indulged in it, as if this game of chess was really the most wonderful and mysterious thing in the world, and the curiosity in my heart was hooked.

After thinking about it, although I was lost, I have now asked the way back.

This road is really not short, but if he lets go of his pace and rushes all the way, just one hour is enough to go home, and his heart is not very anxious, and there is this fairy fate, then he will look at it first and then say, it is okay not to see it, but he is addicted to it uncontrollably.

The criss-crossing chessboard seems to have turned into a starry universe, as if it has turned into a whole world, constantly attracting Zhao Ji's attention, at this time it has nothing to do with his heart, has nothing to do with his realm, just a simple, living beings for the unknown, for the vast starry sky like instinctive yearning.

But at this moment, the young Taoist picked up a chess piece with his fingers and gently tapped it on the chessboard.

A crunch!

The voice resounded in my heart.

Just like when ordinary people are dreaming, there is a sound of a hole flute next to it, piercing gold cracked stones, and the sound of broken jade.

Zhao Ji woke up suddenly, his face was slightly pale, and he was in a trance for a while, only then did he notice the source of the voice, and saw that the gentle Taoist man had fallen, and there seemed to be a change in Vientiane, he raised his head and looked over, his eyes were gentle, and said: "Xiaoyou, the way is still there, let's leave quickly." ”

But Zhao Ji was already hooked by this chess game, and his mind was on it, and he was immediately a little cramped, and he arched his hand and said: "Disturb the Taoist, it's just that the kid has been good at chess since he was a child, and when he sees this chess game today, he is really itching, and I feel that there is no chess game in the world that is more interesting than this game of chess." ”

"I really want to watch this game."

"The kid promises not to say a word, just watch quietly from the side, the immortal chief is merciful, just allow the juniors to watch the chess game on the side, right?"

When he said this, he was indeed sincere and very polite, and this person persuaded him to leave several times, but after persuading him a few times, he suddenly stopped talking, only his eyes were blank, swept over Zhao Ji, swept further, saw Zhao Ji's back, the place under the mountain, paused, and then sighed.

Immediately stopped persuading, and allowed Zhao Ji to watch this game of chess.

The chess game itself is already very exquisite, not to mention, in this chess game, the charm is unparalleled, Zhao Ji didn't mention it, and the Taoist raised a son and fell down at will, but it seemed to be a thunderstorm rising from the flat ground, rumbling and going, the face of the man opposite turned pale in an instant, and there seemed to be wisps of blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.

And if there is a great level of emperor here, when you can perceive the difference, this game of chess in the deep mountains and woodlands, but the spirit is very deep, such as thousands of rivers returning to the sea, stretching and changing, through the body of these two players, it seems to be connected with all things in this heaven and earth.

The chess game is the avenue!

Within the chess game, it is the world!

In the eyes of this woodcutter down the mountain, it is just two hermits playing chess in this mountain, and in their eyes to each other, this is a fight, this ancient god and true spirit, falling a son, it is like digging a ravine, causing the mountains and rivers to turn, majestic and turbulent.

As soon as the Taoist falls, it is a landslide and a sword crossbar.

In such a trance, Zhao Ji seemed to have seen all the things in the whole world, seeing the magnificent waves, the turbulent sea, and the lightning and thunder, bombarding the volcano, causing thunder and fire to intertwine, and the fear was boundless.

These differences clash, again and again, round after round, seemingly endless, seemingly endless.

I don't know how long it has been.

It seems to be extremely long, but it seems to be only a moment, no, at the level of the intersection of heaven and earth, if the traces of the mountains and rivers are used as the criss-crossing chessboard, the movement and flow of the stars in the sky are used as chess pieces, and then the bright and brilliant thunder and fire are used as the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard.

This is a game of chess.

It's just that with the fall of this son and the game of one son, the situation on the chessboard gradually became clear.

In the end, even with Zhao Ji's eyesight and chess skills, it can be seen that the Taoist has the absolute upper hand, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, but one son and one son falls, it gradually eats away at the opponent's strength, and finally accumulates a majestic trend, which seems to be able to cause waves with a random movement.

In the end, the ancient god seemed to be unable to accumulate in the end, and tried his best to regain another son, the general momentum was majestic, the river was turbulent, swallowing the clouds and exhaling, hooking up the avenue charm, majestic and magnificent, it seemed to have turned into an immeasurable supernatural power, the Taoist was peaceful, raised his fingers and picked up a chess piece, and fell calmly.

There was a crunch.

So it seemed that the big dragon was cut off in the middle.

There was a crisp sound that stretched, time seemed to freeze, and then the crisp sound seemed to be stretched, becoming endless, in the crisp sound of clicking, the chessboard suddenly shattered from the middle, and the ancient god suddenly opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the injury that had been suppressed seemed to be finally completely suppressed at this time, and his face was pale.

Suddenly put aside the chess game, wanting to go towards the sky, but he had just made a move, and suddenly there was a sound of breaking the air, and the Daoist's fingers were flat on his eyebrows, without any sharpness, and the Daoist looked at him peacefully, as if he had crossed more than 2,000 years, and came back to the most majestic period of the final calamity.

The gaze he saw at this moment was the same as the Taoist who confronted him with a sword at the beginning.

Time seemed to have lost its value and meaning at this time, and the Taoist smiled slightly and said gently:

"You've lost."

The three words of understatement, but it seemed to break the state of mind of this ancient god in an instant, he was first hit hard, and then confronted Qi Wufu for a thousand years, and then gave up the true body of the gods and demons, what is here at this moment is a true spirit divine will that has been consumed to the limit after all.

Unwilling!

Extremely unwilling!

He shouted angrily, and once again burst out with a powerful momentum and a powerful Qi.

Only this time, without waiting for his strength to condense, without waiting for his Qi to gather, the Taoist took advantage of the situation to move forward a little and burst out with the ultimate sword interception of a royal venerable, and in just an instant, he pierced through the strongest gods and demons that had been consumed to the extreme, and the sword qi was still continuous after piercing him, flowing towards the back.

It's just that this power is huge enough to shatter the last true spirit of the gods and demons of the final tribulation, and it fell on the grass and trees in the mountains, but it only made the buds of the plants and trees shake slightly, like a wisp of fresh breeze blowing on the face, and the ancient god who opened the world looked at this sword like the wind blowing in the mountains and forests, and knew that the realm of the Dao people in front of him was as high as transcendence.

It seems like only one step away.

After a long time, he finally seemed to be convinced, closed his eyes, and finally said only one word.

"Yes."

Starting from the sword mark in the center of the eyebrows, there was a flow of light, and the crack slowly spread in all directions, and finally a gust of wind blew in the face, turning into a broken light, falling into the world, and there was no trace left, and Qi Wufu slowly withdrew his fingers, and the enemy who had been facing him for two thousand years was still defeated by this hand after all.

His body was arrogant and wanton, and finally disappeared with the breeze.

And it was only at this time that Zhao Jifang slowly woke up, and when he was at a loss, he saw that on this chessboard, the chess game had been decided, and there was also a hideous and dazzling crack on the chessboard, which made the chessboard shatter into two, and looked around, but saw another opponent, who had disappeared, and couldn't help but be surprised, and said:

"This ...... Immortal Chief, what about that senior? ”

He saw the Taoist sitting there get up.

It seemed that he had not moved freely for a long time, and then stretched out his hand, and in the position where he was playing, a stone flew and landed in his palm, which was exactly the wisp of power and true spirit that was finally left by the gods and demons who opened the world in this next era, and turned into this spirit stone.

Qi Wufu put this thing away, looked at this game of chess with a calm gaze, and said, "He's gone." ”

Zhao Ji was puzzled and sighed: "It turns out that the senior lost the chess and left early." ”

He was embarrassed to say at the moment: "The boy doesn't know what's wrong, like crazy, he has bothered his predecessors for two or three hours, but he is extremely embarrassed." He bowed deeply, the Taoist bowed gently, and the eyes were compassionate, and the woodcutter did not understand what he meant, and stood up, but he felt refreshed.

was about to say goodbye, but the Taoist called him.

Zhao Ji only felt that his nature and spirit were much clearer, unlike at the beginning, he had stayed in the school palace for several years, and only practiced one miscellaneous basic exercises, and he saluted and asked, "Does the immortal chief have any other instructions?" ”

The man looked at him and said gently, "If you feel that your heart is unbearable." ”

"You can go here to live in seclusion for a period of time, and you can live in the mountains and forests with your own."

This person didn't know when an extra bag appeared in his hand and handed it to Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji took it with both hands, but he really got the fairy fate!

When I went home, I told my father and mother that they would be happy too.

It's best to use this topic to break the deadlock when you go out this morning.

So the woodcutter thanked him with a thousand thanks.

I turned around and went home, but I always felt that something was wrong on the way home.

I don't know why, I always feel that when I came back, the road I saw was different from that time, he walked to the stone that the Taoist had said before, and when he turned around, he was puzzled, and said, "Strange, strange, I clearly remember that this place was originally a small tree, why is it so big?" ”

A hint of discord surfaced in his heart.

At this time, he already knew that something was wrong.

But at this time, he was like an arrow, he wanted to go home too much, he thought too much about his father and mother, and thought about the unspoken apology, and when he hurriedly returned to his hometown, he found that this town had become much bigger in a blink of an eye? The style of clothes on people's bodies is not the same as what they are wearing.

There are many unfamiliar faces on the road......

No, or rather, none of them.

A trace of fear grabbed his heart, he almost ran to his home, only to find that the home had been repaired, only the old tree in front of the door was still there, more and more majestic, Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and slapped the door hard, shouting: "Dad! Mother! Open the door! ”

"I'm Zhao Ji! I am back! ”

He slapped the door with a bang, the door was opened, Zhao Ji's heart was relieved, but he immediately found that the person who opened the door was a young man who looked a little familiar but absolutely didn't know him, and said with a vigilant face: "Who are you?!" ”

Zhao Ji's face turned pale and said, "I, I'm Zhao Ji!" ”

"Who are you? Why are you at my house? ”

The young man wondered, "What is your house?" This is the old house of the Zhao family! ”

"Are you here to find trouble?"

"Your home?"

Zhao Ji muttered a few times, but suddenly became excited, pushed the door hard, and shouted: "No, this is my home, my father Zhao Ancheng, my mother Liu Yinghong, where are they?" What did you do to them? Let me in, let me in! ”

He didn't know where he got the strength, he pushed the door down, and the young man stumbled to the ground, Zhao Ji staggered but quickly ran forward, and knocked away a few other young men and women who rushed to hear the inquiry, and crashed in, but he was stunned, but in front of him was the ancestral hall and the rank.

He saw the ranking of his father and mother, and the ranking of his brother and sister-in-law.

even saw the ranking of his nephew, who was only a few months old.

Zhao Ji stood there like a puppet, his lips trembling.

The Adam's apple rose and fell, but he couldn't say a word, and the young man outside broke in, covered his shoulders and said, "Who the hell are you?!" Are you kidding?! My ancestor has been dead for more than 200 years, what do you mean when you suddenly come in? ”

Zhao Ji said like a dream: "More than two hundred years ......"

The young man was suspicious, and suddenly remembered a legend in his family, saying that there was an ancestor who went up the mountain when he was young and never came back, so he couldn't help but be stunned and said, "You are, you are the ancestor Zhao Ji?!" ”

"Ancestor, Zhao Ji?"

"Yes, legend has it that the ancestor's younger brother Zhao Ji had a quarrel with his father one day, went up the mountain, and never came back, Zhao Ancheng ancestor regretted it for life, and never touched wine in his life, but how is this possible?"

"That was three hundred years ago!"

"Three hundred years ago......"

Zhao Ji's lips trembled, and suddenly he thought of the Taoist who persuaded him to leave quickly several times in a row, and he was unwilling to leave, and he knew in his heart, but he was still unwilling to say: "No, it's impossible, I'm just going to chop wood, I'm just!" He stretched out his hand and drew the axe from his waist, but by this time, the axe, which had been polished from the beginning, was rusty, and the handle was soft as mud and fell to the ground.

Zhao Ji's face was pale and he was stunned.

Only to cry loudly: "Dad, mother! ”

……………………

Zhao Ji seemed to have been greatly impacted, and he tossed and turned several times before waking up.

When he woke up, he finally understood what was happening, he watched that game of chess, he watched it for three hundred years, three hundred years have passed, he has practiced hard, if he doesn't have a Dao heart, he can't break the innate Qi, and ordinary people only have a lifespan of one hundred and twenty years, and by now, everything he is familiar with has left him.

The father and mother who pulled him to grow up did not wait for his reward and filial piety after all.

He dragged his body and went to worship his parents' graves, thinking of the sorry that day he had never said after all, crying bitterly, fainting several times, and then hesitating to go to the place where he was a childhood sweetheart, and asked the people around him, if there was a Zhang butcher, but he was answered: "Zhang butcher?" ”

"The time-honored brands here for more than 100 years are all butchers, where are there any butchers?"

"The surname Zhang? Maybe there is, but it was many years ago, guest, do you want to buy pork? It's good pork, the front leg meat, fat and tender, and it's best to drink it! ”

Zhao Ji walked out from here, seeing people coming and going, the children and grandchildren of the eldest brother seemed to take his ancestor as the capital to show off, and often invited guests to come and boast, and suddenly one night, Zhao Ji lay on the bed, listening to the guests outside talking and laughing, only to feel troubled and noisy, tossing and turning, and not sleeping peacefully.

Suddenly, I thought of the bag given by the immortal chief, and took it out and opened it, with three words written in it, and a topographic map,

Zhao Ji muttered: "Fang Cun Mountain......"

Be a woodcutter again.

He muttered a few times, and suddenly laughed, laughed and cried.

After all, it is enlightenment.

And he brought an axe for chopping wood.

Wearing it on his waist, he pushed the door out, and no one else could stop him, just look at him and went straight to the square inch mountain, and the others chased him, but how to chase it, he was far from the figure, but he heard the voice of this person crying out and groaning, and chanted:

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, and the clouds are in the valley. Selling salaries and drinking, laughing wildly and cultivating himself. The path is high in autumn, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright in the sky. ”

"Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the dead vine with an axe."

"Hold the axe [break] the withered vine!"

………………

In the world, there are many strange people, strange things, and strange things.

But it is also difficult to spread too widely.

The waves are magnificent, but only the people here know it, and it is really difficult to communicate with outsiders.

At the top of Mount Tai, the piano rhyme is quiet.

The white-haired woman strokes the qin, the charm is ancient and peerless, the clouds are open and the fog is dispersed, but only the bright moon is accompanied.

Yunqin let her daughter fall asleep.

This child always gives her a bit of a headache, just because this child is too much like her, and always likes to be lazy.

When I play on weekdays, I feel as if I can never run out of energy.

But as soon as it was the turn of cultivation and study, he immediately began to nap, so sleepy that he couldn't do it, if he wanted to blame her, he just sat there obediently, his face was innocent and pitiful, Wahuang Niangniang and Houtu Emperor Di Niangniang had no temper, and Fu Xi spoiled her very much, only Beidi could let her practice swords, but she would soon be broken by Fu Xi.

After going back and forth like this, even Yunqin was a little helpless, today was supposed to let her practice, but the child was sleepy again, and she had no choice but to let her go back to sleep.

She herself can't sleep, she has a lot of things on her mind, and she really doesn't need to sleep in her cultivation realm at the moment, only here, looking at the red dust on the moon, caressing the piano and quiet, when she is alone, she will always unconsciously recall the past, and at this moment she recalls the things of her youth, and she doesn't feel sad.

Seeing that under the moonlight, there were birds going away in pairs, and the sound of stroking the qin was also stopped, and it could not be caressed anymore.

Yunqin was silent for a long time, and whispered: "A thousand years, another thousand years." ”

"How many more thousand years are you going to make me wait? No confusion ......"

She whispered to herself, her voice pleasant and gentle, but it seemed to be heartbreaking.

But he took a deep breath, still like a young man, stretched out his palm and patted his cheek gently, then clenched his fist, as if to cheer himself up, and said, "However, no matter how many thousand years, I will wait for you." ”

"Then, bite you viciously!"

"Bite you!"

Yunqin was alone, gritting her teeth, and she was still the same as back then.

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded.

Time seems to freeze.

Yun Qin's eyes widened suddenly.

The clouds, the moonlight, the river below the mountain, and the wind blowing have all become footnotes at this moment.

The white-haired woman was slightly stunned, she seemed to be in disbelief, little by little, turned around, and saw that under the moonlight, the mountains were high and the clouds were far away, and there was a Taoist standing peacefully, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, just like back then, for a while, as if all foreign objects had left, and everything in heaven and earth and everything had lost its meaning.

Only the white-haired woman and the Taoist looked at each other.

Speechless at the moment.

The swallows want to return to the season, and the high-rise building is in the west wind last night.

Seek to become a small meeting in the world, and try to put the golden chrysanthemum.

The song is long and the face is red.

The oblique sun wears the curtain, and the slight coolness gradually enters the sycamore.

How many love words are endless, written to the tune of the barbarian note.

This is a serious situation.

Qi Wufu said softly:

"I'm back."

(End of chapter)