Fu Canglu

Chapter 592
Yi Xiao leaned against the stone wall, looked at the young man in the ancient robe who was sitting on the wheelchair close to his cheek, and tried hard to find information about this young chess player.

A genius chess player who reads minds
The name is Chess Three Thousand Wins
The young man in ancient robes is so powerful in his chess game that he overwhelms himself. His own lotus figure can't be compared with the heaven-defying mind-reading phase in chess games.

And such a person, no matter what, should leave a heavy mark in the annals of history, at least leave an amazing name.

but.

There is no library in Qiliang, and there are no records of unofficial history.

Yi Xiao's spirit was extremely tired, and he didn't have much strength to make unnecessary movements.

So he sat on the ground, not because of surprise, or overwhelming shock, or any other strong emotion.

It is because sitting on the ground is very comfortable and saves effort.

All his limbs were trembling due to exhaustion, except for the hand holding the hairpin.

He took off the half of the white cool wood bun, and the hairpin, the hair fell naturally, scattered all over the ground, and with the slight trembling of the body, the hair trembled slightly.

Only the hand holding the hairpin was as steady as holding a sword.

Yi Xiao looked at the three thousand victories in the game of chess, and after confirming that he didn't have the slightest impression, he slowly shook his head.

The Gupao chess player sighed lightly, and said: "It's a pity, it seems that I was really jealous of the talents and died very early."

Yi Xiao said, "I have something to say."

The young man in ancient robe said with a smile on his face, "Say."

"I am the Overlord."

After saying this, Yi Xiao's voice was a little hoarse. He tried his best to support himself, put his face towards the young man in ancient robes, and said seriously: "I'm really the Overlord."

Chess Dao Sanqiansheng's face was a little stiff, he moved his head back, and said a little embarrassedly: "When the sword repairer came, he said that he was my king's sword boy, and that still has some credibility."

The young man in ancient robe sighed and said, "I hoped that your soul sea could survive for a while, but I didn't expect you to go crazy so soon."

Yi Xiao stared at the young man in ancient robes, trying to find something on the latter's face, finally closed his eyes, frowned, and asked in a trembling voice: "What if I'm really the Overlord?"

The young boy in the wheelchair rested his chin in one hand, ticked the chessboard with the other hand, and said softly: "I see familiar things in your eyes, but if it is really my king who returns, then there is no one in this world A door can stop him, but my door can't, and the Tianmen naturally can't."

Yi Xiao lowered her eyebrows and looked thoughtful.

Xiao Wang's words suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Just relying on the one in the box is not enough, we need you"

"In the end, a little blood and a little vitality are needed."

Yi Xiao's eyes ignited a fierce fire, like the light rising suddenly in the dark night, more like grabbing the last straw.

He doesn't have much left.

A hairpin left by a senior brother.

But he has a little blood and a little vitality.

His Highness stood up abruptly, with trembling arms, raised the hanging hand in a panic, put the tiger's mouth and sleeves into his mouth, bit it down, stained with blood, fingertips were covered with blood, it was difficult and steady , and finally pressed hard on the empty chessboard

With a sneer.

Big chunks of blood, like jade beads, bounced back and forth on the chessboard, rolling endlessly.

Yi Xiao's eyes were filled with anticipation at first, and then during the long wait, the fire that had finally ignited in his pupils finally slowly extinguished.

The blood beads gradually lose their activity, turning into mist and dispersing.

"how so."

Yi Xiao sat down dejectedly but powerlessly, moved his body slowly, and leaned against the stone wall again, his complexion was paler than before due to blood loss.

He raised his head, and through the empty chessboard, he saw Gu Shengcheng on the opposite side. His face was also pale, and his whole hand was dripping with blood, obviously trying to break the game violently.

In the sea of ​​souls, because of his reckless actions, he lost some soul power.

Those soul powers that are almost imperceptible.

But just as the young man in the ancient robe said, the loss of these soul powers is irreparable, and if you use a little, you will lose a little.

Yi Xiao gave up trying briefly, leaning against the stone wall, wondering what she was thinking.

Gu Shengcheng on the opposite side did the same, sitting cross-legged, seriously thinking about a way to break the situation.

The ancient tomb of Tianmen became quiet again because of the silence of the two of them.

There was a long silence in the cemetery.

The young man in ancient robes was sitting in a wheelchair. Tianguang's solid body was between illusion and reality. His voice broke the dead silence of Tianmen.

"The two of you seem to be mortal enemies?"

Chess Dao Sanqiansheng sat in a wheelchair, calmly glanced at his exits at both ends, and said in a voice of emotion: "How can there be a real mortal enemy in this world?"

After saying this, there was still a dead silence in the cemetery.

Sanqian Sheng said softly: "The so-called mortal enemy, if the enemy is still alive, it cannot be regarded as a mortal enemy. Since the beginning of the talisman, the Overlord's mortal enemy has long been killed by him with a single sword."

Gu Shengcheng's calm voice came from not far away.

"I'll kill him."

After hearing this, Yi Xiao didn't speak.

He didn't have the extra strength to speak, but just smiled lightly, not paying attention.

The young man in ancient robes sat in a wheelchair, turned around, faced Gu Shengcheng, and asked two questions: "How do you want to kill? How can you kill?"

Gu Shengcheng fell silent.

"You guys are separated by a heavenly gate, the less you have to go through this gate, the other is. If you want to go back to the maze and smash the stone walls side by side, you will have to consume an unknown amount of soul power." Chess Dao Sanqiansheng said calmly : "The labyrinth in the tomb is extremely complicated. It's not a simple way to reach the same exit by breaking through all the tricks. If you take ten thousand steps back, even if you meet together, what can you do?"

"Here in Tianmen, neither of you can kill the other. If you exhaust your soul power and cause your own soul sea to collapse, you will lose the chance to break the game forever here."

The young man in ancient robes said softly: "My king has set up a chess game here. If you can break through the things left in the Tianmen, it will be ten thousand times better than intrigue."

Gu Shengcheng was silent for a long time.

He asked softly: "What's in the Tianmen?"

The ancient robe boy finally got the question he wanted.

He needs to give an enticing enough answer.

Everyone in this world has something they want.

The poor want money, food and clothing, and good food; the downtrodden want power, support, and ambition.

Even the emperor of the world, the ruler of a country, has unfulfilled wishes.

This wisp of his soul power is floating in the center of Tianmen. For countless years, it has been wandering like a ghost.

He calmly and frankly looked at the souls of the two tomb entrants.

The things placed there are simple and direct.

Sanqian Sheng said softly: "In this world, there is longevity."

Then there was a brief pause.

He knew that Gu Shengcheng didn't want to live forever, that man covered in monster aura and wrapped in a huge black robe, just wanted to kill the Celestial Practitioner with the damaged lotus robe opposite him.

He also knows the source of all this.

He closed his eyes and saw the anger in Gu Shengcheng's heart.

He saw the flickering fire in Lujia Town, and also saw the Qingrong woman who was sleeping peacefully in the couch, half of her soul was annihilated in the roaring sound of fire and knife light, and the remaining half of her soul was carried by the scroll. The emptiness of the heavy snow flew past with an arrow, and was completely wiped out.

Then in the mind reading, there was a sneering voice, it was the sound of desert yellow sand hitting the face, it was extremely difficult.

He saw countless sand and dust flying in Yi Xiao's soul sea. On the other side of the yellow sand, there was a woman in red crouching down. The sword box screams in the yellow sand

On the other side of the yellow sand, there are unsmiling tough men, a thin man in a hat with grass roots in his mouth, and an old man in black with a little girl on his back.

There is also the long dark night and the bursting fire. In the fire, there is a young woman in plain white clothes dyed red, holding a swaddling baby in her arms, with a firm and determined face.

There was a long song in the fire, and the sudden wind swept over, and it actually overlapped slowly with Lujia Town in Gu Shengcheng's mind. There was a tall and mighty young man who was annihilated by the sea of ​​flames, with his arms outstretched, and the voice didn't come out in time.
All this is over in an instant.

The young man in ancient robes saw all of them.

The source of everything in the world comes from not being able to ask for it.

These are not available.

And the two men were trapped here, and what they wanted and asked for was actually so similar.

He thought for a long time, and then said slowly and earnestly: "If there is such a ridiculous thing as longevity, why... can't there be resurrection from the dead?"

After saying this, he saw two men who had lowered their heads to think about each other, raised their heads at the same time, and looked at him in shock.

The young man in ancient robe said softly: "It's incredible?"

He pointed to Gu Shengcheng, then pointed to Yi Xiao, and said with a smile: "Your woman is dead, if I tell you that entering the Heavenly Gate can bring her back to life, would you still be so eager to kill him?"

Gu Shengcheng fell silent.

Sanqiansheng then looked back at Yi Xiao and said, "You should know what I'm going to say."

Yi Xiao was also silent.

He said seriously: "Of course, I'm not trying to persuade you to reconcile."

"You can't kill each other here, if you really want to fight, you can only kill yourself."

The young man in ancient robes slowly stretched out a hand, pointing to the coffin.

The green grass swayed.

A scabbard stood beside the coffin.

"If you can break the situation and come here first, hold the sword of Tianmen, it is equivalent to holding the life and death of everyone here."

(End of this chapter)