Win thoroughly.

If you lose, you have nothing.

But it won.

"You've lost weight. Ouyang Wuji ignored the awe-inspiring blades everywhere, in his eyes, there was only one person, no heaven and earth, only her and himself.

Ouyang Wuji leaned down and whispered in the man's ear.

The man didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

Ouyang Wuji walked to the front of the stage as if nothing had happened, walked up to Sun Mou, and said, "Uncle Shi, please." “

"I was just about to say that in the future, don't call me too master, you kid is like this. Haha" Sun Mou smiled and sat down.

"Senior sister, make tea. Ouyang Wuji said with a smile.

"Is she your junior sister?" asked Sun Mou.

"She is Song Wen. Ouyang Wuji replied proudly.

If I could tell the world, I would.

There was once a love in front of me, and I let him flow, if God gives me another chance, I am willing to give up all this and wander with you. Because what's the point of losing you and winning the world!

All over the world.

The two sat down, and the two were just playing chess.

Sun Mou actually has a chance to kill Ji Rufeng, and he has always had it.

The decades of accumulation of Sunfu are not duckweed.

The 30,000 troops outside the city, the 5,000 Imperial Forest Army in the Imperial City, he can mobilize at any time, and he can swallow this team of only a few hundred people in an instant.

But he didn't.

When he gets old, when he gets old, his heart softens.

When you get old, you have to return what you should replace.

When you are old, the world will eventually be handed over to young people.

He had discovered that sometimes after waiting for many years but not having to wait, he found that Ji Rufeng was following his path. Didn't he step on other people's shoulders back then, trampling them down fiercely, and becoming a master above ten thousand people under one person.

If you want to die? Why not me. If you want to die? Why me?

Xu Sanjin didn't know, he didn't know too much.

He was rushing to the chess field, and Miao Qingqing.

He had just bragged in front of Miao Qingqing about how he had won the competition effortlessly, and Miao Qingqing, who had always been proud, sat obediently on the chair, raised his face, and listened intently to the man in front of him boasting about his 'immortal merits'. But before they listened, a person found them and told Zhang Wenzheng that he suddenly fell ill in the chess field and his life was in danger.

The two of them can no longer care about telling one and listening to the other, because most of the stories are told by other people's stories.

When it comes to yourself, it is difficult to have a stable one.

Miao Qingqing pulled Xu Sanjin and ran lifelessly.

It's only a little way, but it seems to have run a lifetime.

Just a few steps away, Wang Han was fighting with his life.

He has always been by Ji Rufeng's side, to be precise, behind his back.

Generally speaking, people's backs are the easiest to start, and in general, backs are reserved only for people who trust.

Wang Han never doubted his brother, but his brother left his back to him.

As long as he pulled out the knife and handed it forward, Ji Rufeng would return to the Nine Heavens, and as long as Wang Han put the knife to his neck, the whole situation was changing. However, Wang Han didn't do anything, just standing behind Ji Rufeng.

Zhang He gritted his teeth and thought, Wang Han, what are you doing?

"Big brother, is there really no way?" Zhang Wenzheng said.

"Old, we're all old. Bai Yuan replied to the question.

"We've done our best. Li Fan also said lightly.

A game of chess.

A game of chess that is about human life.

"Xiao Lizi, what is the result today?" Jin Luan Palace, the emperor was asking him. The result he was referring to was the result of the chess game.

"Your Majesty, the messenger has never returned, I'm afraid it's not finished yet. Xiao Lizi replied cautiously.

"It's slow enough. The emperor said impatiently.

"Why don't you go and urge the slave?" said Xiao Lizi tentatively.

"Forget it, it's not bad to know a moment earlier or later. The emperor said, "Xu Sanjin, Xu Sanjin, don't let me down."

Where there is no hope, there is no disappointment. The more you give, the more you stake. ”

"Why did you do this?" Wang Han asked for the fourth time, and he really couldn't do it without asking.

"In order to avenge my father, to regain what belonged to me, and to prevent our brothers from becoming ashes of war. Ji Rufeng turned his head and said word by word.

"If I fail, you will use this knife to end me, and I will be at ease. Ji Rufeng smiled and said to Wang Han.

"Okay, I will. ”

The story is just a word for myself, and it's always those words, and nostalgia has become bitter.

Whether some people are born to know the end, whether every leaf, every moment of time has its meaning. Tangled, entangled, righteous, evil, victorious, defeated is not just an entangled mess, when a knife is cut, we may forget why we turned.

We should have an end to this chess.

"Let's get started. Sun Mou said with a smile and put down a son.

If there is a lantern on the side of the bridge, quietly, gently, how the breeze blows across your cheeks, but you can't find the slightest trace of his existence.

"Uncle Shi, what is living?" Ouyang Wuji took a step forward and asked.

"Alive? Well, it's a bit interesting, people are alive since they were born, and they are alive all the time, but what is the purpose of living? Maybe as soon as we were born, we positioned our roles, dignitaries, ordinary people, but it doesn't matter, we don't live to prove whether we are rich and rival the country, and the power is tilted towards the government and the opposition, in fact, we think that we can strategize and win thousands of miles, but in fact, one day when you are tired and tired, you will find that I am just me, maybe the second child of the Zhang family, the dog of the Wang family, the so-called grievances and hatreds, are all, they are all made when they are bored, and they are just asking for trouble. “

Sun Mou said with a smile, he took a sip of tea, and continued to preach with great interest: "But if you do that, you have no desire and no desire, just like a monk" Speaking of this, he glanced at Fan, "Uncle Shi didn't let you be a monk, that would be too boring, just do what you like, no matter what he does? Don't listen to the sound of Lin beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly." Look at our third brother, for the sake of the so-called official career and righteousness, we haven't seen each other for decades, and when we meet, it's like an enemy for several lifetimes, what a joke. That's it, I also understand, who wins the world, the cycle of history, the tide rises, the flowers bloom and fall, who can decide what? But, boy, I don't want you to get involved, just as the officialdom is as deep as the sea, it is not easy to swim to the shore. “

Ouyang Wuji smiled, "Thank you Uncle for your teachings." “

"You are smart, but smart people also have the shortcomings of smart people, and it is yourself who can't see through if you see too clearly. Man, it can't be perfect, striving for perfection is just cutting off one part of oneself and replacing it with another, in the end... Forget it, let's not talk about it. “

"What's wrong?" asked Ouyang Wuji.

"Don't you see your master? That's what it looks like. Sun Mou said angrily.

"Every path in life is chosen by oneself, and since you have chosen, there is no story. Ouyang Wuji said.

If there is no story, why should we cling to it?

"Alright, no more. Sun Mou said calmly, got up and left.

After a lifetime, aren't you tired? It's all about calculating and calculating, and it's not satisfactory.

Life and death are just two encounters on the side of the bridge, and how many scenery under the bridge have not been appreciated.

"Let's go. Sun Mou said to Ji Rufeng.

"How do you want to die?" Ji Rufeng's eyes were like lightning looking at this person who was in front of him, and now, he was just an old man.

"Whatever. Sun Mou looked at Ji Rufeng and suddenly felt a little funny, he was laughing at himself, no wonder people like the word reincarnation cause and effect.

"Come on, get the wine. Ji Rufeng waved his hand, and suddenly, the knife flashed, and a knife was on his neck.

"Stop it, big brother will carry this matter. Wang Han Ninja was excited and said.

"Big brother....have I returned my head?" asked Ji Rufeng.

"If you can go back, it's a big deal that you can leave now, right away. Wang Han tugged on Ji Rufeng's collar and shouted. "You all lay down your weapons, put them down, do you want to harm him?" Wang Han roared at the people around him.

"Thanks, big brother. I can't go back. Ji Rufeng smiled indifferently. "Unless...."

"Unless what?" Wang Han asked.

"Kill me. ”

"You... Well, I will fulfill you. Big brother will go down and accompany you. Wang Han waved his knife.

A group of people around had already rushed up.

"Stand down. Ji Rufeng scolded angrily.

A group of people stood aside, apparently well trained.

Wang Han didn't want to look at that, because he saw Wu Niang.

Wu Niang shouldn't have come here, because she invited her, but she said that she couldn't understand this thing, and said that she might not like what everyone likes.

However, Wu Niang came. Her eyes were full of Ji Rufeng, and her eyes were full of worry.

Wang Han suddenly thought of the phrase "like resentment, like admiration, like crying".

His heart hurts, what does it feel like to have a person's heart ache?

Can't see the clouds in the sky? Can't hold the knife in his hand? Is the person in front of him his brother or his rival? Should he end it with a knife?

The saddest thing about loving someone is that you fall in love with her, but she doesn't love you at all, and you can't extricate yourself now, and you are willing to do great and helpless things, what are you?

"Let's do it. Ji Rufeng said lightly.

Wang Han didn't move.

Ji Rufeng turned his head and found that Wang Han's eyes had stiffened.

"Big brother, you and Wu Niang let's go. Ji Rufeng said softly in Wang Han's ear.

Wang Han heard it, he looked at Ji Rufeng in a complicated way, this is his brother who was born and died, pity, sympathy, charity?

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.

Wang Han smiled, and at the same time laughing, he stabbed backhand, Ji Rufeng only felt that the light flashed, he closed his eyes, he knew that no one could live from his knife. Ji Rufeng listened to the wind and felt a trace of regret.

One man fell.

It wasn't him who fell, he was still standing, he opened his eyes and looked at the world in amazement.

It was Wang Han who fell, and he was still smiling.

Wu Niang cried, she understood, she understood.

Actually, the world is really beautiful.