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- It is August in Hutian, and the days are shorter and the nights are longer in the Northeast. As soon as noon is over, the sun sets in the west and the sky light converges.
The cold wind blew through the mountain col, but I saw a row of pine trees standing ruggedly, still green. From a bird's eye view from the sky, this row of pine trees is like a dividing line. Take a step outside and you will see the white snow. Taking a step back, I saw beautiful mountains and forests.
??Looking further in, this mountain col is not an ordinary human world. There are shadows of towers and dark palaces.
Among all the towers and pavilions, there is a high platform standing straight over there. There is no door below and no stairs above. There are only four wooden pillars standing on the top, all of which are original and unpainted. The wooden pillars are surrounded by white gauze to protect them from the wind, and the top is covered with the sky, as if you can reach for the stars with just a raise of your hands.
In the center of this table is a yin and yang fish made of black and white stones. There are two people sitting opposite each other besides the yin and yang fish. There is a chessboard in the middle. Black and white are interlocked on the board, making it officially indistinguishable.
One of the middle-aged Taoist priests held the Yun Zi for a long time. A clean and tender big hand slowly fell down, and then quickly raised it up. He wanted to put it down, and he had obviously been struggling for a long time.
His opponent was also dressed in Taoist attire, wearing navy blue. This Taoist priest looks to be more than ten years younger than Taoist priest Changkao, and he carries an antique long sword behind his back. The long sword has a twisted pine wood as the hilt, and the wood and zhi are combined to form a sword. It is full of spiritual energy. No matter who sees it for the first time, they will not think that it is a sword that blows away the hair and cuts the iron like mud.
"Senior brother," Taoist Changjian said, "Your indecision is really puzzling."
"Huh? Why did you say this, dear brother?" The Taoist leader simply put down the chess piece in his hand, sat up, picked up the tea cup on the table, and took a sip.
"The indecisiveness is simply because of the fear of losing. With senior brother's cultivation, is there any difference between winning and losing?" The young Taoist priest smiled, as if he was proud of catching his senior brother's sore leg.
"Hahaha," the older man said with a smile, "I only follow the path of chess. The only test is whether it is in line with the path. How do you know whether you win or lose? Qingfeng, you don't fight about winning or losing, but you are ashamed of fighting for winning or losing. So if you don¡¯t fight, you don¡¯t have a discriminating mind?¡±
"Haha, senior brother is right." Qing Feng patted his knees gently, stood up, and looked outside through the gauze. For a time, the mountains and rivers were hazy and the vegetation was graceful.
"Senior brother," Qing Feng groaned, "is there any resolution in the valley about this sudden change?"
The elder Taoist put down the tea cup, stared at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, picked up his sword and passed it over his eyes, as if calculating the gains and losses, completely ignoring his junior brother's words.
Qing Feng thought to himself: These hermits don't talk to anyone all year round, and they even slow down their brains.
He was waiting to ask questions when he suddenly heard his senior brother let out a long sigh and said slowly: "The calamity of immortality."
"Oh?" Qing Feng was slightly startled, "How could that be?"
In Go, the probability of immortality is extremely small. In this game of chess, although the fighting was fierce, the situation of a draw was not shown.
Seeing Qing Feng approaching, the Taoist slowly pushed down the chess pieces and said, "Look, how do you think?"
"It's wonderful to enter the Qi and eat the second piece," Qing Feng's eyes lit up, "This leaves me with nothing to do, otherwise if you take my fourth piece, it will be a living game." He thought for a while and then said: "I have to mention you here"
With a smile on his face, the Taoist raised one child after another.
The chess surface was immediately restored, and from the perspective of the entire chess game, there was nowhere to open up, and the same pattern could only be repeated endlessly.
The so-called calamity of immortality.
"Wonderful, wonderful." Taoist Qingfeng gently stroked his beard and reviewed the story in his mind, intending to record it into a score. Although his hobby of Go is not an addiction, this rare catastrophe of immortality is still worth recording.
"The thing you just asked about is this game of chess." The older Taoist also stood up and pointed at the chessboard: "Everything in the world is like chess. It is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser."
"Senior Brother is saying," Qing Feng couldn't help but interrupt the chess record in his mind, "Senior Brother Yun is unwilling to come out?"
"No, no," the elder Taoist said with a smile, "Yun Zhongke is ready to make a move, and seems to want to leave the mountain."
"Jiang'an Jun has already gone down the mountain, and Senior Brother Yun also wants to come out," Qingfeng said with a soft smile, "Is it because Senior Brother is reluctant to part with the beautiful scenery of Longkong Valley?"
The elder Taoist smiled and said: "Brother Yu is only one step away from conceiving the holy fetus. I have been practicing hard for many lifetimes and don't dare to be careless." He paused and then said: "And that's not what I'm worried about. The destiny of the country."
"Oh?" Qing Feng bowed and said, "Please give me some advice, senior brother."
The Taoist took two steps and said slowly: "When the sky changes, I also take a peek to hear the destiny."
"Is there any clear purpose in destiny?" Qing Feng stepped forward and asked.
"The certain number of Ming Dynasty has been withdrawn."
"Isn't it time for us to reverse the dragon's energy and build a kingdom again?" Qing Feng couldn't help but get excited and said: "If senior brother obtains the power of supporting the dragon, the holy fetus formed will not be easy!"
"Yes, if you have the merits of supporting the dragon, you will have a 60% chance of joining the Tao in the future." The Taoist smiled and suddenly changed the subject: "But"
Qing Feng immediately calmed down and waited patiently for his senior brother to continue.
"But," the Taoist said, "I think there is still some unfinished business in this destiny."
"Senior brother, can you speak frankly?"
"Who do you think that kind person is?" the man asked back.
"When I was in Gusu, I heard He Shouching say that he didn't know anything else about his star." Qing Feng thought about it for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "But at that time I asked He Shouching and Zhao Shoude why they didn't accept this person, and he Both of them said they couldn't accept it"
"Iron Stick Guest is an old friend of yours and mine. What will it look like if he can't accept someone?" The elder Taoist said, "You see, the changes in the sky and the world have all changed because of this kind man." Not entering the destiny is just a convenient door opened for him, but it is not the fundamental reason. The fundamental reason is why a person who has not entered the destiny suddenly appears."
"Why is this?" Qing Feng was stunned, "Throughout the ages, it is indeed rare."
"That's unheard of!" the Taoist priest corrected, "but it reminds me of when I left seclusion and left behind five thousand spiritual words At that time, it was also unheard of."
"Ah!" Qing Feng suddenly felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and said in surprise: "Could it be coming from the Four Holy Heavens?"
"Even if they are not the Four Holy Heavens," the Taoist thought conservatively, "at least they are the Four Brahma Heavens."
Whether it is the Four Holy Heavens or the Four Brahma Heavens, they are all holy beings beyond the twenty-eight heavens of the Three Realms. They are gods who truly jump out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements. When they reach that state, they can no longer be said to be human or non-human. They can only be said to be gods that are in line with Tao. Naturally, they cannot interfere with the progress of the human world.
Unless, civilization has just begun and the lower world is enlightened. For example, Yuanshi Tianzun used Guangchengzi to enlighten the Yellow Emperor.
Or, when ignorance is about to end, I will show you the way. For example, the Taoist God left a message of five thousand to Lao Danzi.
Both times, the gods from the Four Holy Heavens descended to earth. The result was naturally that the former planted the seeds, while the latter cultivated the soil and fertilized the newly sprouted saplings.
What about this time?
"Are you going to destroy the world and come back again?" Qing Feng was suddenly frightened by his current situation.
"You and I are so different in cultivation, do you think I know better?" the older Taoist chuckled.
Qing Feng shook his head slightly, saying that he didn¡¯t dare to take it seriously. He knew that this senior brother had already stepped into the realm of the Holy Embryo, but he hadn't even refined his first soul yet. Although there seems to be a difference between the two souls, the difference in cultivation and character is no less than that of two heavens.
The two of them saw that the sky was getting dark and the cool breeze was starting to rise, and they were about to leave. Suddenly they saw the Yin and Yang fish on the ground suddenly melting and flowing. After a few breaths, a Taoist covered in dust stood on the fish eye, glanced at the two of them, and immediately shouted: "Senior brothers, help!"
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The moment Qian Yiqun got into the woods, Kuchen's Tianlei quickly caught up with him. He didn't know how far the dark cloud above his head could cover. Running forward desperately was not a good idea after all. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Qian Yiqun's mind. It was the scene where Teacher Gao Ren threatened the lives of everyone in Guijiayuan that day.
¡ª¡ªBack then, Ku Chen couldn¡¯t bear to implicate innocent people, so there was no reason why such great compassion should be turned back.
Qian Yiqun made a calculation in his mind. He bent his body and rushed towards Shenyang City after a few ups and downs. He came to Shenyang City before and used the magic of phantom sand to sneak in, but this time he didn't care so much. He opened the way with thunder in his palm and killed the guards guarding the city gate.
The soldiers at the top of the city saw this and shouted to close the door, but how could they stop Guibu Wudi Qian Yiqun?
It just stopped Monk Kuchen outside.
"Han monks are coming to massacre the city!" Qian Yiqun had no bottom line, throwing palm thunder at random, bombarding people's houses, and loudly spreading rumors.
Although the city was dominated by Jurchens, there were also remaining Han people, and chaos broke out in Shenyang City. Some are timid and afraid of trouble, some are thinking about killing people and making meritorious deeds, and some are taking advantage of the fire to plunder in order to avoid chaos in the world.
Qian Yiqun shuttled among the crowd and quickly collected a few hairs. This was something that was easy to do in the Han Dynasty, but it was very difficult here - the Jurchens only had a small bunch of rat tails left.
Qian Yiqun traveled across Shenyang and transformed into a Jurchen in a back alley. Shenyang is neither big nor small. In the era before mobile phones and Weibo, two people who looked exactly the same from the south to the north would not be ignored.??Exposed.
Qian Yiqun has a very strong psychological quality. He stands arrogantly on the street and boos with the flow of people. From time to time, he will say two Jurchen dialects, which are all imitating what others have shouted.
He knew that his disguise could not be hidden from Ku Chen, and becoming a Jurchen was only the first step.
The second step is to sneak into a folk house, actually put on Jurchen clothes, put on a heavy fur hat, and cover your head and face. As long as you don't use magic, no matter how high Kuchen's cultivation level is, you won't be able to find yourself in a big city with tens of thousands of people.
While Qian Yiqun was looking for a house, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and grabbed his arm. Qian Yiqun's reaction was so quick. He immediately turned around to avoid it, only to see a young woman wearing a straight satin dress behind him.
The woman yelled a few Jurchen words at Qian Yiqun, and the crowd around them immediately moved out of the way. The woman didn't shy away from the defense between men and women, and stretched out her hand to pull Qian Yiqun away.
Qian Yiqun guessed that she was a sister and relative of this body, so he simply followed her without bothering the two hosts, so as not to wander around aimlessly. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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