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Volume One Qing Ping Mo Wedge

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    The flying dragon is dim and the green grass is far away.  ¡­¡­The sky is as blue as water, like pure crystal sealed with blue flames, so blue that it makes people feel sad.  It seems that the next moment, this extremely pure crystal will make a few crisp sounds, scattering icy blue and cold flames, and in an instant it will turn into strands of ice mist, filling the sky, the endless  Among the greenery.  A few wisps of flowing clouds slid leisurely across the sky, seeming to be nostalgic for the blue of the sky and the green of the earth, so that they wandered and lingered in the distant sky for a long time, like a lost child, looking for a way home.  journey.  If someone can look into the blue sky, they may be able to see that above the illusory mist-like white clouds, there are two people sitting unbelievably, a young scholar and an old monk with a white beard.  At this time, both of them lowered their heads and looked at a floating purple chessboard in front of them.  The chessboard was made of an unknown material, exuding a hazy purple shimmer. Apart from nineteen vertical and horizontal lines carved out of an unknown white material, there were no other decorations on it.  The chessboard is filled with dots of black and white chess pieces. Judging from the current situation, the white piece has an absolute advantage. A big dragon is surrounding the black piece. It seems that it will soon be able to use dragon-slaying methods to win the chess game.  "But the old monk with the white beard frowned, and did not show any joy on his face. He held the chess piece between the fingers of his right hand, lifted it up and put it down again, and after repeating it several times, he still couldn't place it.  He keeps counting the beads with his left hand, as if there is some powerful method hidden in this dragon that is about to be slaughtered. It will fight back at the moment of being slaughtered, completely crushing the victory that seems real but is actually illusory.  .  After a long time, the old monk stopped counting the rosary beads, put the chess pieces back into the chess box, shook his head and sighed softly: "Amitabha, Mr. Li is a good tactic. This trick is 'blessing and misfortune', which can be said to be a blessing."  The pieces on the chessboard are clearly black and white, interlocking with each other, and the black pieces occupy the triangles on both sides. In terms of number of pieces, they are equivalent to about one-third of the chessboard.  The big black dragon in the middle also occupies nearly one-third of the chessboard. Although it is in danger, it still struggles to escape, forcing Bai Zi to chase it back and forth, leaving countless breaking points in the middle.  When he saw that he could kill the huge black dragon in one fell swoop as long as he lost one more child, the old monk suddenly discovered that under the seemingly good situation, there was actually an extremely serious crisis hidden.  Because the area occupied by the black dragon is too large, the space left after being killed is still enough for Heizi to move around again to respond to the extremely consolidated corner positions.  "Hahaha, if anything, the master just had something in mind and failed to go all out, so he was taken advantage of by luck." The old monk shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile to the young scholar.  "Misfortune lies where blessings rely, and misfortune lies where blessings lie." The old monk also stretched his brows and sighed with a smile, "Maybe I have discovered that this is a trap, but it is a pity that greed was raging at that time, and I was not willing to give up.  With the benefits at hand, I always think that even if something goes wrong, I can handle it. Little did I know that it was because of such greed that I ended up where I am now. " "Master, there is something in what you said.  "Yes, it's not just greed. I'm afraid that as soon as you suppress greed, obsession and anger appear on the other side, right?" The young scholar folded the folding fan and tapped it a few times in his palm.  Next, "Besides, how many people can understand the problems you mentioned without reaching our level? Aren't all the sentient beings and hundreds of millions of monks in this world staring at the alluring illusion in the distance?  "The old monk looked miserable, clasped his hands together, and said softly: "What's more, we are just tired and tired.  I once stood on the top of that mountain, touched the traces of the great road, and experienced the wonders of nature. Compared with those of my colleagues who had long since turned into flying dust on the road, I was infinitely luckier." The scholar stood up and said loudly.  After walking back and forth for a few steps, the shape of the white clouds under my feet changed, which was very magical.  The old monk stopped talking, picked up a chess piece, and placed it on the black dragon's last breath, announcing that the entire dragon had been slaughtered.  The black chess pieces suddenly dispersed like clouds, floating strands above the chess box containing the chess pieces, and turned into chess pieces again and fell into it.  "Immortal life, eternal life! What is eternity in the eyes of the world and the great road in the eyes of monks in the end?" The scholar did not look back, still looking at the horizon and said leisurely, "We all swallowed it voluntarily.  It seems like a tempting fruit, so why bother complaining about it?" The old monk looked at the empty chessboard, with an inexplicable expression of sadness and joy on his face, which eventually turned into a trace of indifference.With a smile, he praised softly: "The road is ruthless, and the fortune is beautiful. There is a world of its own if you are willing to give up. It seems that the wood donor has already understood it, and he has just taken the step to break the boundary!" "That's it!" The scholar nodded slightly, with a voice like  The gentle wind meanders away into the distance and dissipates without leaving a trace.  The sky is still blue and the white clouds are still floating leisurely, nothing has changed. ?¡­ ?¡­ ?¡­ The fog envelopes the three realms, and the clouds lock the Lingfeng.  ¡­ ¡­ The biting wind blew by, the sea of ??clouds rolled, and huge peaks loomed, like giants in ancient myths and legends, holding up five huge pavilions of different colors above the clouds.  Between the twists and turns of the corridor, the huge pavilion with carved railings and jade walls is mostly hidden in the misty sea of ??clouds. It looks like a Kunpeng beast that is soaring up, stretching its wings like clouds hanging from the sky, flying in the nine heavens.  In the distant sky, the clouds occasionally dispersed, and under the sunlight, larger cities appeared, like wild beasts, standing on the vast plains.  The five pavilions are arranged in five directions, surrounding a slightly lower mountain peak.  The low mountain peaks are just in the clouds, and it is difficult to see clearly among the clouds and mist.  Only occasionally when the clouds are blown away by the strong wind, can you vaguely see pines and cypresses, green bamboos and some unknown flowers and plants on the mountain peaks. Occasionally, there will be some beautiful birds flying above the pines and cypresses, or strange little animals.  Running among the flowers.  On a cliff platform near the top of the mountain, there is a square thatched hut.  The hut was very ordinary. If the whole house wasn't a lush green color, it might be no different from some shabby houses in the countryside.  At this time, there was a burst of high and low piano music coming from the hut. When it was low, it was clear and melodious, like a gurgling spring in the mountains, or like a woman in longing leaning against the window and sighing. It made people indulge in it; when it was high, it was desolate.  It is fierce, like the biting wind blowing between the clouds, and like a peerless swordsman, standing up with a flick of his sleeves, drawing his sword and pointing straight ahead, making people fearful.  The sound of the piano continued for a long time, and suddenly there was a "clang" sound, as if the strings had been broken.  A moment later, an extremely simple long sword flew out from the hut, silently cutting through the void, appearing thousands of miles away in an instant, and stopped at a golden palace standing on the top of the mountains, like gold.  above.  The messy and grand bells rang out in the golden palace, and lights of various colors flew from everywhere, finally gathering in front of the golden hall.  A black-red mist suddenly rose above the main hall, and it spread instantly, forming a translucent black-red shield that faintly enveloped the sky above the golden palace.  Not long after, an exquisite figure in black flew out of the golden hall, and slowly rose into the air. Facing the long sword that exuded a sharp aura, his eyes showed a heartbroken look, and he remained silent for a long time.  There was a soft "buzz" sound, and the long sword vibrated slightly. Layers of invisible ripples rippled out and hit the black-red shield, making a slight roar.  The shield is like a beautiful bubble blown by the strong wind, changing its shape from left to right, as if it will break in the next moment.  "Why? Why don't you just go to the Sansheng Stone to take a look?" The figure in black saw that the protective formation was about to be destroyed. He couldn't help but shout out in anxiety. The sound was like a cuckoo crying for blood, which was unbearable to hear.  The long sword remained unmoved and made another soft sound. The invisible ripples rippled more violently and hit the translucent black-red shield again.  The shield twisted violently several times, and finally made a huge roar, turning into wisps of black and red mist, escaping into the mountains.  "Okay, okay, since you believe that I harmed her, then I can sacrifice my life to compensate her, right?" The figure in black murmured to himself, slowly drifting towards the sword.  The long sword seemed unwilling to kill this woman, and kept trembling and retreating. Just when it was about to disappear into the void again, a green light suddenly flew out of the golden hall, and hit the long sword as fast as lightning.  above.  In an instant, amidst the melodious and melodious sound of gold and jade colliding, the void shattered, and countless space cracks flickered looming, like huge eyes peeping at the entire world; and like huge demonic mouths, swallowing up everything.  It can devour everything around it.  "Senior sister, you" The black-clothed figure had no time to speak before it was swallowed up by the sweeping space cracks and disappeared without a trace in an instant.  Disappeared together with the simple long sword and the emerald green light.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ On the Sansheng Stone, green moss grows.  ¡­¡­The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move??The wasteland seems eternal.  The surging river rushed out of nowhere, roared out of the vast mountains, meandered through a vast plain, and finally disappeared into the mountains.  In the endless wilderness, there are a few tall and thin unknown trees growing sparsely. There are often some low bushes growing nearby, surrounding the tall and thin trees like stars over the moon.  But what is more common in the wilderness are the yellow-green thatch that reaches waist high.  The sun sets in the west, like a twilight beauty, looking sadly at the vast land, shedding the last afterglow.  The dusk seemed to be impatient, and began to poke its head in the distant horizon, as if laughing at the beauty's sadness and helplessness, imagining everything she was about to have.  "Previous life? Next life? Previous life, next life" A young man wearing a blue shirt, with a look of loneliness on his face, was standing in the vast wilderness, silently looking at the blood-red crack in the sky in the distance, constantly  Repeated a few words.  After a long time, the young man began to move his legs and walked forward slowly. As he walked, he murmured to himself: "Ruoxue, are you still alive? I didn't see your afterlife in the Three Life Stone. But Ah  Luo has passed away, why can't I see her afterlife? " The breeze blew, and the thatch in the wilderness undulated like yellow-green waves.  The young man walked further and further away, his figure looming in the waves, and finally disappeared.  On the horizon, cracks slowly opened, and the blood-red light became thicker and thicker
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