The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 573 Life is like chess
In mid-June, the heat in the south of the Yangtze River is especially hot.

The old man still wore a brown cloak, and sat on the stone bench in the Huanxin Pavilion to play chess with others.

Accompanying the old man to play chess is Yi Zhongren.

Although he has passed the age of Jiazi, except for his white hair, the old man is better than Yi Zhongren in terms of mental state and physical appearance.

He doesn't have Yi Zhongren's big belly.

Without Yi Zhongren's oily face.

And he won't regret it like Yi Zhongren.

Sometimes he himself finds it unbelievable that he has been a close friend for most of his life with such a cunning businessman.

He coughed twice, raised his fingers and tapped the chessboard, and said to Yi Zhongren, who was indecisive and made a cup of tea, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Yi Zhongren frowned, raised his smiling face, straightened his body, raised his right hand high and slowly lowered it, finally it was about to make a move.

The left elbow took advantage of the situation to push forward, and it seemed that it was about to disturb the chess game on the edge of the chessboard calmly. A hand was passed from the opposite side, which was as vigorous and powerful as the ancient pine on the cliff. It not only supported his entire left arm, but also supported it He held his face that was about to fall.

The old man raised his white eyebrows, smiled, and made a gesture of invitation with his free left hand.

The little abacus was exposed, Yi Zhongren didn't feel embarrassed at all, and he dropped the undecided chess piece without blushing.

Said: "The remaining gangs in Sichuan and Guizhou are less than half of the original. Will there be too much noise?"

The old man said nonchalantly while laying his hands down: "Did the imperial court come out to take care of it?"

Yi Zhongren stared at the chessboard, the word "regret the game" was already on his lips. Hearing what the old man said, he couldn't help but replied: "Hewei...well, yes, I don't care."

The old man said: "The court doesn't take it too seriously, what are you worrying about?"

Hearing this, Yi Zhongren became anxious, and threw the chess piece he had just squeezed back into the basket, saying: "What are you worried about? What else can you worry about? Don't you worry about Chen'er's safety!?"

The old man was not surprised, he waved his hands up and down to teach Yi Zhongren to calm down, and said: "Chen'er has grown up, and has learned to take care of himself..."

Yi Zhongren waved his sleeves with a big hand, cut off the old man's cliché, and said: "Enough is enough, I have heard these words a hundred times, and the calluses formed in the spring of this year have not been cleaned up yet! "

"The last time this kid jumped off the bridge, no, he jumped into the abyss. I'm going to look for it, but you stop me."

"The last time this kid just crawled out of the Yin Yang Valley, his eyes were still blind. I said send him to the Medicine Valley. If you have something to do, ask him to escort the Niu family's father and daughter along the way."

"This time, the kid is looking for bad luck for those gangs all by himself again. Those big figures have calmed down so far because they haven't taken action in person. If they don't stop, even if they don't end with the court, it's hard to guarantee that they won't end up in the gutter."

"You have to listen to me this time!"

The old man smiled without saying a word, pointed to the chessboard, and signaled to continue playing chess.

Yi Zhongren was already very anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but he didn't lift the chessboard when he saw this situation.

He just muttered softly: "What a bad temper, a game of chess has to be played to be counted."

At the same time, he cursed in his heart: "Ge Laozi, even if your chess skills are not inferior to yours, but your mood has long been messed up, how can you win?"

Having known each other for tens of years, the two have played thousands of games, winning and losing. Yi Zhongren never thinks that he is weaker than the old man, but in more than half of the games he wins, he regrets more than ten moves.

Of course, Yi Zhongren never agrees that there is anything wrong with regretting a game, its existence is reasonable, otherwise how can there be such a thing as regretting a game?
Today's game of chess is really only allowed to win but not to lose, because he feels that only by winning this game can he have the confidence to stand up to the old man, or in other words, have enough reasons to convince the old man!

It was another half hour of fierce fighting, even though Yi Zhongren regretted the three-handed chess and struggled to support it, it was still difficult to turn the tide.

The general trend of white chess has been achieved, no matter how merciful the old man is, the stubborn black chess can't escape the situation of slow death.

Yi Zhongren pinched the center of his brows, let out a foul breath, and let the sunspots fall weakly.

In a breath, the white chess piece is finished, and the country is determined with one piece, and the black chess piece is declared defeated!
Seeing this, Yi Zhongren seemed to be discouraged, the beards on both cheeks no longer raised, and the big belly under the brocade clothes no longer straightened, and everything drooped.

He was startled suddenly, and was about to regret the game, but the old man saw it first and raised his hand to suppress it.

"I know you didn't want to go this way just now, but you don't have many choices. Unless you admit defeat in advance, otherwise even if it is the wrong way, you will try and make mistakes."

Yi Zhongren didn't know the meaning of what the old man said, so he could only nod in agreement.

The old man said again: "The reason why I move the pieces very quickly is not because I didn't think about it, but because the situation is too clear and the pieces are leading me away."

Yi Zhongren hummed twice.

The old man didn't take it seriously, and continued: "It is said that life is like chess, and you have no regrets..."

Yi Zhongren finally couldn't help it, and choked: "You can regret it."

The old man said: "I also hope that I can regret it. After making mistakes, I can go back one step, two steps, three steps, try other options, or even go back to the original point and start over in other ways."

Yi Zhongren stopped talking, and he would regret it in life, but he didn't have to regret the game.

The old man said: "Everyone thinks that Chen'er and Xiao Luo are two pawns laid by our Daoyi League."

Yi Zhongren said: "Xiao Luo probably wouldn't think so, but Chen'er might."

The old man said: "Originally I did use them as pawns."

Yi Zhongren smacked his mouth, speechless.

The old man said: "Later, just like this chess game, how to make moves is no longer within the control of the chess player, especially when the general trend has been established, the chess player can only follow the trend."

Yi Zhongren was both surprised and delighted and said: "You mean Chen'er has become a big trend?!"

The old man snorted heavily, blew his white beard up, and said: "The one that has become the general trend is naturally Tingyu Pavilion."

Yi Zhongren wasn't stupid at all, it was just that he was led by the old man at first, and his thinking didn't keep up with him.

The old man said: "In my original prediction, Chen'er's weak but stubborn temperament needs to be polished. I hope he can become a cold and invincible sword."

Yi Zhongren said: "Fortunately, Chen'er didn't develop completely according to the trajectory you imagined. If he can be cold-blooded and ruthless, he will be a more powerful killer, but he won't attack Ji Qianlin on Wujianping, Then he will still be Heiwuchang of Nether Sect."

The old man said: "That's right, if the Nether Sect makes a mistake in the next situation, Hei Wuchang, who is both a killer and a vanguard, will probably die first."

Yi Zhongren said: "Chen'er is easily swayed by feelings. He will let go of several dishamen hall masters in Jinzhou City, and will also attack Ji Qianlin on Wujianping. It can be a blessing in disguise.”

The old man nodded and said: "Although Lu Hao died in his hands, his bond with the Nether Sect is still there. To him, he is already a great killer. Those karma and good fortune may not be able to save his life at critical moments. He It will be better than I ever imagined."

Yi Zhongren's words obviously benefited him greatly, he stroked his chin for a while, and then said: "Then what did you expect from Tingyu Pavilion and Piaoling?"

The old man said: "Piao Ling is a very smart kid. He used to use his smartness in martial arts, surpassing Long Yao with his aptitude, but sooner or later, I won't be surprised even if I stand shoulder to shoulder with Yan Qing."

"After all my martial arts are abolished, I can only focus on strategy. I can't match it."

"When Nangong brought the remnants of Shifu to Juyuan back then, I found that his pattern was not limited to revenge, so I placed high hopes on him."

"At that time, I always felt that with his personality, although he was not indecisive, it was too difficult for him to make those decisive decisions. At that time, I could be the villain."

"Unexpectedly, he has been doing so well, so good that I wonder if he is the illegitimate son of that old stone."

"However, they don't look alike at all. Piaoling is still more handsome than General Shi."

"All in all, Piaoling made me feel what it means to push the waves behind the Yangtze River. He stands taller than me, sees farther than me, dares to use means than me, and is not afraid of sacrifice than me. He can do things that I can't! "

"This 'chess piece' has become a climate, and what we can and should do now is nothing more than fueling the flames."

The old man concluded: "Do you understand?"

Yi Zhongren nodded as if he had realized something, and suddenly exclaimed for a long time: "No, no, we were talking about Chen'er earlier, why did you talk about Xiao Luo?!"

The old man covered his face and sighed, "Confused, confused!"

Yi Zhongren suddenly realized, and said: "Oh, I was the one who asked you what you think of Xiao Luo. But what do you mean, Chen'er doesn't listen to you anymore?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said: "Chess pieces also have their own ideas, let alone people."

Yi Zhongren said unrelentingly: "Chen'er ignores you, but he will definitely not ignore me. In this way, if I repair a book and send it as soon as possible, he will be obedient."

The old man took a rare spit and entered the fish pond outside the pavilion, his eyes sparkled and he said: "Who said that Chen'er ignores me, we have a lot of letters these days, if you don't believe me, follow me to the study, let you count them!"

Yi Zhongren doubtfully said: "Really? I don't believe it!"

The old man said angrily: "If you send this letter, it will probably go to nothing!"

"Impossible!" Yi Zhongren argued in a rough voice, but then asked coyly, "Why?"

Seeing that Yi Zhongren's old face was flushed, the old man replied with satisfaction: "Chen'er is no longer there."

Yi Zhongren was even more puzzled, frowning, and said: "According to yesterday's news, there are still people over there who were assassinated by the dark sword."

The old man said: "The people there are comparable to Wuyue in terms of concealment, and they are known as the Four Great Swordsmen in terms of swordsmanship."

Yi Zhongren became more and more confused when he heard it, and said: "You seem to be referring to the three people directly, the smiling Maitreya and Yingfo of the Tushi Gang, and Xie Fei, the sword ghost of Buji Island, why would they help Chen'er go?" Murder? Or assassination?"

The old man shook his head, no longer hoped for Yi Zhongren, and said bluntly: "They helped Chen'er, either asking for something from Chen'er, or making a deal with Chen'er."

Yi Zhongren said: "What do you want, what deal?"

The old man said: "I don't know."

Yi Zhongren quickly came to his senses and asked, "Could it be that what you just said was just your speculation?"

The old man nodded acquiescingly.

Yi Zhongren said in disbelief, "Anbu didn't even find out about it?"

The old man said: "Wuyue can't get away."

Yi Zhongren said: "Since Chen'er has the ability to avoid the eyeliner in the shadows, more than [-]% of the people in the world will find it difficult to find him, and another [-]% will be deceived by blindfolding methods, and the remaining [-]% ​​will either hold their own identity or have no time to clone. At first glance, no one really knew where it was going.”

The old man laughed and said, "Maybe he came to Jiangning County."

Yi Zhongren was startled when he heard the words, hurriedly put his voice on the defensive, lowered his voice and said: "You can guess, others can't too?"

The old man calmly said: "I guess there is a sequence, and it depends on what Chen'er is here for."

(End of this chapter)