A small boat.

A thin, sickly man, half-distraded, leaning back, holding a flask with his head up.

In the South China Sea, the wind is very good.

On days like this, it's good to drink.

He suddenly stopped pouring wine on his back, and the few remaining drops of wine inevitably slipped into the placket of his clothes.

Li Changge narrowed his eyes, looked at the South China Sea Immortal Island from afar, and did not speak.

A lonely boat, there are only two people on the boat.

Shen Mo moved away from the head that was leaning on the shoulder of the man beside him, and muttered softly in a slightly confused voice: "This is ...... Sword Qi?"

On the fairy island of the South China Sea, there is a sword aura that soars into the sky.

That sword qi was so strong that it almost swept through the Eight Desolations, almost emptying the clouds within a radius of several miles, and the sword qi was like a pillar of light rushing to the sky.

Li Changge rolled up his sleeves, stared at it seriously for a moment, and said softly, "It's an immortal sword." ”

Fairy Sword.

Shen Mo muttered a word of fairy sword, narrowed his good-looking eyes, and his face was full of heart.

She didn't know what a fairy sword was, and she didn't know if the fourteen swords in the Fengting Lu, which were the most widely spread in the Central Plains, were considered fairy swords.

But she knew that the sword immortal who could be praised by the sword immortal who was ranked first in the world must be a truly peerless sword.

Shen Mo said with emotion: "What kind of immortal do you need to draw the immortal sword." ”

After saying this.

She cautiously glanced at the one beside her, and added with a smile: "That fairy sword, my husband must be able to pull it out." ”

Li Changge held a narrow scabbard in his arms, patted her head with a smile, and said softly: "Somehow, this sword makes me feel ...... Very uncomfortable. ”

Shen Mo pursed his lips and looked at his husband slightly.

Li Changge never carries a sword when he travels.

There are two reasons for this.

First, he doesn't need a sword, he has a sword and bone appearance, and he is the strongest sword weapon in the world.

Second, there is not a single sword worthy of him.

Li Changge closed his eyes slightly, and a desolate picture flashed in his mind for no reason.

The vast northern plains, thousands of miles of ice.

In front of the gate of a city that stood in the wind and snow, there stood a thin figure who looked sick and weak.

The thin man raised his illusory sword high, and approached the woman in red in front of him step by step, lying on the snow.

The blade of the sword moved, and finally aimed at a weak woman who seemed to be "powerless".

The woman shouted something.

The man with the sword raised hesitated for a long time.

Or fall.

After that sword, the snow was red, and the man dropped the illusory sword in his hand, slowly squatted down, knelt on the ground in great pain, hugged his head and cried sadly.

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Li Changge trembled his hands, took a deep breath, and gently hugged Shen Mo's head into his arms.

The characters in that picture are too illusory.

Why did it come about?

An ominous sign rose in his heart, and he repeatedly brushed the hair of the woman in his arms.

If he said that he was the sword-wielder who raised the illusory sword, who was the woman in red?

Li Changge's face was a little pale.

Who else could it be?

Shen Mo raised his head slightly confused.

She pursed her lips and didn't speak, but slowly raised her sleeves, her fingers in her sleeves, and wiped the moisture off his cheeks for him.

She didn't know what her man was thinking.

She just put her head back and didn't think about anything, as if she had been away from Beiyuan in the past two years, and whispered: "When I see your little junior sister this time, where are we going?"

Li Changge closed his eyes.

At any time, as long as she whispers in her ear, the heart lake is no matter how big the waves are, and within a few breaths, it can be calm.

He took a deep breath and said gently: "You can go anywhere, you don't go to Beiyuan, you can go all over the world, the two of us, go through all the places we haven't been to before, okay?"

Kitahara, Kitahara.

It snowed heavily there, and as long as you didn't go there, this scene wouldn't have happened.

Li Changge lowered his head, looked at the little face and frowned, puffed up his cheeks and thought about it seriously, and suddenly said with a smile on his face: "Okay, okay, listen to you~"

......

......

The final peak of the South China Sea.

The chess master walked out of the cave.

At the top of the peak, there is a huge chessboard, black and white, and wolf smoke.

Wei Qi was dressed in a gray linen robe, and he was already in high spirits, standing in front of the huge chessboard, and gently wiped the dust that had been deposited on the chessboard for a long time with his sleeve.

All the pieces fell to the place where they should have fallen.

From the moment the sword of cause and effect was drawn, cause and effect were already predestined.

Because it has been planted a long time ago.

Fruit, is the result that the chess master wants.

Wei Qi's sideburns were gray, and he muttered to himself as he wiped the chessboard with his wide-sleeved robe, and no one knew what he was talking about.

A good game of big chessboard.

It's not honorable to win.

It should have been a big victory for all to see.

If the chess pieces fall uncleanly, the chess player's heart will be covered with dust.

The chessboard was dusty.

Wei Qi closed his eyes and thought back to the sixteen years he had spent in the South China Sea.

His favorite is not Dao Fetus Ye Thirteen, nor Tao Wuwu, who was born to read minds.

Ye Shisan's temperament is too stable, even if he steals the sky, he does it step by step, and he doesn't dare to take risks.

Tao Wuwu's temperament is self-assertive, with the ability to read minds, constantly testing others, smart is true, but he likes to be smart, smart in success, smart in defeat.

In the final analysis, these two people are both darlings of heaven and earth, one was born with a Taoist fetus, and the other was born with a natural appearance, both of which are talents that others cannot envy.

And how can the person he Weiqi valued, the person he preferred, the person who wanted to teach everything secrets, be the darling of this world?

"Zhong Er. ”

Wei Qi read softly.

Wei Qi scolded with a smile: "This chessboard is so dirty, you don't know how to wipe it?"

Wei Qi didn't look back, and he knew that the puppet behind him must be holding the tea, still maintaining a squatting posture in the cave.

Cutting off the supply of Yuan Li, the puppet could remain in a squatting position, but the tea was already cold.

People walk, tea cools.

Wei Qi regretted it a little.

He worked harder to wipe the chessboard with his own hands, eager to wipe off all these eye-catching dust, floating flocculents, erase them, and never see them again.

He landed an important pawn.

The price is the loss of a person who can wipe the chessboard for him forever.

Distant cause and effect are connected in the South China Sea, and this cause and effect spreads across the chessboard, and all the chess pieces have long been in their own positions.

And the pull out of the sword of cause and effect makes all the chess pieces no longer lonely chess pieces.

Qi Liang, Northern Wei Dynasty, Xiguan, Chess Palace.

Back and forth, and finally to the snowfield.

Some people live, some people die, some people bend their bows like a full circle, and some people take their swords and don't look back.

Back and forth, back and forth, but for decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years, but the stele is engraved with one word, two words and three words.

Life is a word, death is a word.

Merry is two words, happiness is two words, and sorrow is also two words.

Three words is a question.

Is this life worth it at the end of the day?

Whether it's worth it or not, everyone has their own answers.

Wei Qi, who was lying next to the chessboard at this moment, his sideburns and gray hair were full of decadence, and he lost his beloved disciple, and muttered in a trembling voice: "All this...... It's not worth it. ”