It's time to wrap it up.

It's just that this quick knife went down and untied this cumbersome knot, and how many people's hearts were broken?

No one pays attention to this mercy and mercy, because it is common to step on people's bones and reign.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

I'm afraid no one will answer this question.

"Help me up. Zhang Wenzheng looked at the sky outside the window, it was so bright and had a compelling charm.

"Master, what's wrong?" Ah Zhong walked over and asked.

"Go to the chess field. Zhang Wenzheng's voice was old, but very firm.

"Sir. ”

"Go to the chess field. Zhang Wenzheng said again, no one doubted that no one would help him, and he would climb to the chess field.

"Yes, sir. Ah Zhong said that at this moment, he felt that the former Mrs. Zhang had returned to him.

All the way to the dusty wine shop, I went to a game where I didn't know life and death.

"Would you like to go with me?" Bai Yuan asked Tang Feng.

"Will I die if I go?" Tang Feng put down his wine glass and looked directly at Bai Yuan.

"Probably dead. Bai Yuan said.

"Maybe you won't die, will you?" Tang Feng smiled instead.

"Aren't you afraid?" Bai Yuan rarely spoke.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but being afraid doesn't mean that things won't happen, what should come will come after all. Tang Feng drank all the wine in the cup and said, "Let's go." ”

"Drink less, drink too much and hurt yourself. Bai Yuan said.

Tang Feng smiled, noncommittal, it can be regarded as a kind of agreement.

But Sun Mou didn't have that kind of indifference, although he was light-hearted.

He tried his best to hide his uneasiness, and he tried to behave as usual, talking and laughing and being high-spirited, so that people would think that this was the Sun Taishi that people respected and feared, and the Sun Taishi who could control his own destiny.

But now Sun Taishi can't even predict his fate, his heart is beating non-stop, and his right eye keeps beating on the way to the chess field, Sun Mou is not superstitious, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't believe in his feelings, he believes in his intuition, he has some regrets about holding this chess game, as well as this opportunity behind it and the tens of thousands of troops outside the city.

There is no turning back arrow when the bow is opened, let alone the arrow on the string, how can it not be fired.

He looked at the pillar of incense in front of him and thought, there is still a stick of incense, and once the stick of incense passes, he will win.

A stick of incense can decide many things.

It can determine the outcome of a game of chess, the life and death of a person, and the fate of an era.

There are four people left in the field, Li Fan, Xu Sanjin, Ouyang Wuji, and Dugu Hate.

Being able to stay among tens of millions of people has to be said to be both luck and ability.

Xu Sanjin and Lifan are in a group, and Ouyang Wuji and Dugu are in a group.

"Master, please. Xu Sanjin didn't plan to win, he had already squeezed into the top four, so there was no need to fight for the first and second place. The promise has long been fulfilled, and all that remains is to go with the flow.

"Your master is Bai Yuan?" asked Fan with a smile.

"How-I don't know," Xu Sanjin almost blurted out.

"It's okay, the poor monk is a little unwell, so he will take the first step. Lifan stood up and walked like a midfielder.

Xu Sanjin was stunned, he thought about many scenes, but he just didn't expect this, he really hit the luck?

Of course not. Li Fan thought in his heart: "Bai Yuan, the old monk also has to do some modest efforts." “

Ouyang Wuji and Dugu's chess game was not as easy as theirs.

Because Dugu Hate is not a mortal, not a famous monk who purifies all sentient beings, and not an indifferent hermit who sees victory and defeat.

All he had to do was to kick away all obstacles, tear up all the stubborn stones, and walk on the highest part of the mountain, and now, Ouyang Wuji was blocking his way. There was no way he could avoid it.

He's not a killer, he's a chess player. He melted this endless hatred into the chess, and only made one move, like a drop of ink in a glass of water, and the game became dark.

Ouyang Wuji frowned, he knew that it was another vicious battle.

Maybe it's another kind of fun.

Dugu hates not so many ideas, he only has chess in his eyes, only hate. He didn't know why he hated, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to play chess without it. Just like some people can't eat without chopsticks, and they can't come out to meet people without headdress.

He looked at the chess and gritted his teeth, as if they were the natural enemies of fate in their previous lives.

Ouyang Wuji looked at him across from him and thought, "Why does he need to hate, if he wants to hate, who should he hate?"

There is no love without a cause in this world, there is no hate without a cause, there is no reason, it's just that we are lying to ourselves, but if we are not careful, we may hurt others and get involved in ourselves.

"What are you thinking?" asked Sun Mou.

"You're here. Sun Mou said.

"It's not just me. ”

"I'm afraid the third child will arrive in a while. Sun Mou said.

"It seems that you are always the one who knows me. Bai Yuan said.

"You still haven't changed at all. ”

"Nothing has changed?"

The two laughed.

"Why did you come back?" Sun Mou said. "You shouldn't have come back. ”

"There's nothing to do, an old bone, always coming back. Bai Yuan said with a smile.

"Do you hate me?" Sun Mou said.

"You're my brother, you can't hate it if you want to. ”

"Back then—"

"Don't mention it again, it's over, it's over, what we have to do is how to face this game of chess. Bai Yuan said.

"Yes, if I lose, promise me and take Sun Huaiyu away. Sun Mou said.

"Big brother," an excited voice came, an elderly man, on crutches, he looked at Bai Yuan, already in tears, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a high-ranking master, and in his own eyes, he will always be his eldest brother.

"You're still the same, you've been a master, and you haven't changed at all. Bai Yuan stood up and greeted him.

"The three of us met again. Sun Mou said.

"It's better not to see each other than to see each other. Zhang Wenzheng snorted and said to Bai Yuan, "Big brother, it's good for you to come back, it's fine."

"Come back, can you stop everything that happens?" Sun Mou said.

"Since the eldest brother was able to turn the tide twenty years ago, it is the same now. Zhang Wenzheng said firmly.

"What did you get when you turned the tide? power, status, even the woman you love the most..."

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to say. What were you doing then, you-" Zhang Wen trembled angrily.

"What is past is what is past. Bai Yuan, who had been silent, said, "Twenty years ago, we were all too young after all, thinking that we would change everything," Bai Yuan sighed, "In fact, we can't even change ourselves." ”

"A few days ago, I went to Wanmei's place, and it was very clean, thank you. Bai Yuan's voice became ethereal, as if returning to the boundless memory.

The other two are also silent, who can stay out of it?

"Do you remember Ji Yong?" After a while, Bai Yuan spoke. "His son is back. ”

"Now, the people are all together. Sun Mou said with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid?" Zhang Wenzheng said.

"What should come will come after all, I'm afraid it will be useful?" Sun Mou said.

"Yes, what should come will come eventually, and we will face it eventually. Bai Yuan said meaningfully.

The three of them suddenly fell silent, as if heaven and earth were rendering a gloomy weather for their quietness, as if they accidentally sneezed, and it could rain in the sky.

"Okay?" asked Ji Rufeng.

"Young Master, get ready. One of them replied.

"Okay, I'll go in and catch up. With that, he stepped onto the chess field, his steps firm and powerful, his eyes sharp, and no one doubting his decision.

The incense was half extinguished.

Is there still half the time?

But the chess game is not half of it.

Dugu hatred has forced Ouyang Wuji's chess to a dead end, and his hatred can overwhelm everything, including himself.

Ouyang Wuji kept smiling and silent, he was a very strange person, he could laugh at any time, it seemed that nothing in the world could make him sad, make him sad, and make him a chess demon.

However, many things are unsatisfactory and counterproductive, some people strive for their careers throughout their lives, but they are bland, and some people don't want to be on the cusp, but they can't help themselves.

God always likes to play jokes with us one after another, making us forget that this is a chess game or a joke?

Ouyang Wuji is smiling, he is not God, he doesn't like to make jokes that determine life and death one after another, he just sows the seeds of kindness on his journey. A flower, a leaf, a sand and a grain all grow inadvertently and take away when you don't pay attention.

Who's to say it's arbitrary?

If there had been an immortal true God and an unchanging destiny in this world, wouldn't our lives be bleak?

My life is up to me!

If we let others control our own life and death, would we still be us, puppets, puppets, or lifeless toys in the window?

Answer no.

Ouyang Wuji is the same, so no matter how others ask him, he is just playing chess for himself, no matter whether he wins or loses, he just does his best, if he lives, he lives, and if he dies, he doesn't live alone.

Since we can't predict the road ahead, why not walk casually, walk chic, have fun, and walk dazzlingly?

Even if it is burning itself, it is like an agarwood that is about to burn out in front of the stage not far away.

Dugu Hate suddenly found that the other party's momentum changed at some point, his boundless hatred didn't seem to envelop this young man, he seemed to not exist but appeared clearly in front of him, he felt a trace of unease.

"Why hate?" Dugu asked himself in his heart, is it just because of his name?

Once upon a time, he was the same as others, he had his own seven emotions and six desires, he could cry and laugh, just because he reached the peak of an imaginary existence and gave up everything that originally belonged to him.

Because there is hatred, for love, for chess, I can't let go of my anger, it's just an empty game.

His hands trembled a little, and he hesitated about what to do in this game.

The incense is running out. This game of chess is coming to an end, but is this a reality or a dream after all?

"You're here. Bai Yuan looked at Ji Rufeng who was walking and said.

"It seems that people are really complete. Sun Mou sneered.

"The three uncles, Ji Yong's son Ji Rufeng is polite. Ji Rufeng's eyes were like knives, and he saluted slightly, and said lightly.

"Are you here to take the lives of the three of us?" Sun Mou said as he looked at Ji Rufeng.

"Don't dare, I just want to know what happened back then. Ji Rufeng said.

"Yes, it's better not to know something. Sun Mou looked at Ji Rufeng in front of him and said.

"What if I want to know?" Ji Rufeng ignored his stunning eyes.

"Then I'll tell you. Bai Yuan said.

"Big brother. Sun Mou and Zhang Wenzheng shouted together.

If everything is fate, everything must be carried by one person, I hope this person is me.