Chapter 216: Yunshen Xiaolou Jinmen Yijian!

The fresh breath full of vitality dissipated, and the cracks in space slowly closed.

The dragon's roar could no longer be heard.

Zhou Yi didn't know what he was thinking about. The sadness between his brows seemed to be sucked away by the deep space. He couldn't help but smile.

In an instant, the softness in his arms disappeared, and two completely different pleasant fragrances spread from half a meter away.

Shi Feixuan and Kankan stood on his left and right, observing his expression.

I immediately realized that he was joking.

Then the slight sadness on his face disappeared and he returned to his normal state.

Wanwan smiled charmingly: "Brother Yi, was what you just said true?"

"Of course it's true. Martial artists yearn for a wider world, and so do I. I long to know what lies beyond this world." Zhou Yi glanced back at the closed void. "However, I don't want to be separated from you forever."

"If you don't believe me, just listen to my heart."

The saint and the witch each gave him a look with a very different charm, but did not move.

They began to stare at each other again, fighting silently, and left Zhou Yi out in the cold.

Making them live in harmony is much more difficult than fighting the dragon.

Zhou Yi suddenly felt something was wrong.

He felt a burning sensation behind him and hurriedly took out the evil emperor's relics that were emitting a strange glow.

Seeing this, Kankan and Shi Feixuan couldn't help but move closer and stare at the strange yellow crystal ball.

Even from a distance, you can feel its rising temperature.

Shi Feixuan was full of doubts: "But the records I saw were incomplete. How could the relic be so strange?"

Surprisingly, Kanan did not refute.

Zhou Yishun explained:

"The relic only stores essence. I suspect this abnormality is caused by absorbing the blood of the demon dragon. These two dragons belong to yin and yang respectively, and their blood is full of energy, and the relic is just the right place to absorb this kind of energy."

"For example, the spiritual impurities of past evil emperors, because they were impure, were excluded from the primordial essence by the relics."

"The power of these two demon dragons is extremely pure. They just drank their relic fully, and that's when they generated the burning energy."

His words were soon confirmed.

The burning air on the relic disappeared and turned into icy cold air, which naturally came from the Yin Dragon.

Zhou Yi became interested.

The essence in the relic is no longer of any use to him, but it can provide some protection to those around him.

The power of this evil dragon is not essence, so I don’t know what effect it has.

Shi Feixuan and Kankan were even more amazed at the relic itself. Although it was just a container, its effect in absorbing and storing essence was truly incredible.

When a person dies, his skills are lost. There is no such thing as seniors passing on skills to juniors in this world.

Even if the martial arts practiced are the same, there will definitely be differences in the vital energy and the soul.

Only the essence is the same.

This is the preciousness of relics.

Now that it can absorb the power of the magic dragon, how can it not be surprising? In other words, the power it can store is extremely broad, not limited to the three treasures of the human body.

Zhou Yi's inquiring eyes fell on Shi Feixuan's.

She heard the sounds of people and horses in the distance, apparently attracted by the movement here.

Looking up at the sky, dark clouds covered the ground and a heavy rain might fall at any time.

"There's a quieter place to stay across the bamboo forest. Do you want to go?"

"lead the way."

After walking quickly for seven or eight miles, we found a loft building beside a small river. It was surrounded by a courtyard surrounded by a fence about half a meter high. Water bamboos were planted everywhere, which was quite elegant. The two ancient characters "Yunshen" were engraved on the plaque on the gate.

"Since this is Cihang Jingzhai, why is there no one guarding it?"

Kankan naturally knew about the "clouds are so deep that I don't know where they are" of Cihang Jingzhai.

Shi Feixuan pushed open the wooden door and glanced towards Chang'an: "They have all gone into the city."

She turned her gaze to Zhou Yi and said, "Brother Yi, is it dangerous in the War God Temple?"

Zhou Yi said truthfully: "It's not dangerous."

"You don't have to worry. Master Fanzhai and the others have gathered together. As long as they enter the island where the Temple of War is located and go straight into the main hall, the dragons and fish monsters inside will no longer pose a threat."

Seeing their curiosity, he casually described the strange space where the Temple of War God was located.

After hearing this, Kanan also felt a little yearning:

"Since the forty-nine reliefs representing the War God's Atlas are all in the temple and can be seen by everyone who enters, does that mean they all have a chance to break the void?"

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, waking the little witch from her trance.

Then he asked the Saint: "Does Feixuan think it's possible?"

Shi Feixuan did not respond but just shook her head slightly, staring at him without blinking, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"The War God Atlas is deeply connected to the Shattered Void, but it's extremely demanding and relies heavily on luck. Even my entry into the War God Temple this time was considered forced entry, let alone others."

"Before entering the Temple of War God, I might have felt like I was just missing an opportunity."

“If you really see it, you might feel it’s even further away.”

"Talented people can gain some insights, but they will also realize the gap and shatter their own illusions. This is not a good thing for those with a weak heart for martial arts. Once they lose confidence, it is better not to read the War God Atlas."

"Everything is impermanent, and there are no shortcuts. The persistent pursuit of martial arts is the fundamental principle."

Zhou Yi felt a little emotional. If Bei Shengtian could be broken after reading the War God Atlas, how could he be trapped and died in the temple?

Seeing that the two were listening attentively, he couldn't help but joke:

"Is it a pity that I didn't see the Temple of War God with my own eyes? I guess it's not too late to return to Chang'an now. Perhaps the Temple of War God hasn't disappeared yet."

"It's a pity indeed," Kankan nodded in agreement and said to Shi Feixuan, "Saint Maiden, please go back and take a look. I'll help you guard this Yunshen Little Tower."

Shi Feixuan smiled slightly and did not argue with her.

Just by looking at her eyes, you can tell that she has no regrets at all.

"Do you know how long the Temple of War God will exist?"

After hearing this, Zhou Yi thought for a moment and said, "It will probably take a few days."

Just as he was about to explain a few words, he looked at the relic again, so he quickened his pace, climbed the stairs, and entered a quiet room with two open doors.

The ground is paved with wood, so there is very little noise when walking.

He suddenly fell silent and sat on the ground in meditation.

Cross your hands and place the relic in the palm of your upper hand.

Seeing this, Shi Feixuan and Kankan tacitly kept silent and did not disturb him, but they noticed something strange about him.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was not absorbing the essence of the relic or the remaining power of the magic dragon.

Instead, he relied on the magic dragon's perception of the ultimate yin and yang.

He practiced the path of the Great Three Combinations, which was different from the Hunyuan Wuji, which was a combination of the extreme yin and the extreme yang.

The ability of these two dragons to mobilize the power of nature at the same time is even stronger than his.

With their help, it seems that we can understand more of the mysteries of natural forces.

He calmed down, put aside all distractions, and meditated quietly.

The two people next to him looked at it for a while and were about to leave.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of fresh air around me that made me feel calm and peaceful, and I couldn't help but sit down to practice.

Shi Feixuan's sword skills are yin, and Kankan's magic skills are yang.

Therefore, the power mobilized by Zhou Yi was of great benefit to them.

On this day, there was no heavy rain.

The next day the dark clouds actually thinned out.

The three of them stayed in the Yunshen Building for another day. Apart from eating and practicing martial arts, nothing ambiguous happened.

Even a little vixen who dares to love and hate is unwilling to lose to her enemy.

Zhou Yi knew that they were incompatible, but he didn't have any fantasies. He thought it was a great honor for them to live under the same roof without fighting.

He knew very well that the two had abandoned the Temple of War God to find him, so he took the trouble to teach them how to practice.

Immersed in the state of practicing the natural forces of heaven and earth, the flow of time seems to have accelerated.

Occasionally, when we drink tea together, the setting sun shining through the bamboo groves can linger on the table for a long time.

But once you practice, all the pain will disappear in a few hours with your eyes open or closed.

Zhou Yi gradually began to have the misconception that "a game of chess in the cave, and the end of the year in the human world", which is something that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Nine days passed in a row.

As night fell and the cicadas chirped at the beginning of summer, Zhou Yi opened his eyes and looked out the window at the stars in the distant sky.

The colors of everything became more delicate before his eyes.

His eyes moved from far to near, and he looked left and right in the light of the house.

Before he could decide which of the two pretty faces with different looks and temperaments was better, he was stared at by two pairs of eyes. The owners of the eyes seemed to have guessed what he was looking at.

"Who's prettier?" Kankan showed a serious look that was rare in these days.

Zhou Yi shook his head at her:

"You'll have to ask me this question in private. Of course, it looks just as good now."

After hearing this, the saint smiled in her beautiful eyes. She almost guessed that Zhou Yi would say that.

"It would be more interesting to beat her in front of her," Kankan seemed very disappointed and winked at him secretly, "Brother Yi, can't you let me win for once?"

"Okay, then you win today, and Feixuan wins tomorrow. From now on, we'll just win and lose, and there's no need to fight back and forth."

Shi Feixuan took a look at him and felt that his aura was simple and natural, as if he had achieved great success.

"Has Brother Yi already achieved success?"

"Not so fast, there's still a little gap."

Zhou Yi didn't continue talking. He looked at the relic. The power of the magic dragon came from the extreme yin and yang. Since the relic can absorb it, can the power of the world be stored in the relic?

This is a bold idea.

Then he added: "The relic still contains the remaining power of the demon dragon, which will be very useful to you.

Zhou Yi handed out the relic and signaled them to absorb it.

"Master didn't tell me the method to extract it."

Kankan didn’t know, and Shi Feixuan didn’t know even more.

"Need not."

Zhou Yi patiently explained: "That is not Yuan Jing, there is no need for transformation between the three treasures."

Hearing this, they took the relics whose spiritual impurities had been wiped away by Zhou Yi and tried it each.

Still unable to absorb the power.

Zhou Yi had no choice but to help.

After they sat down cross-legged, they used their own skills to guide out the power of the magic dragon.

This is an extremely delicate process.

Even with Zhou Yi's spiritual strength, he would still feel tired.

If they weren't close, he would never have taken the trouble.

The two remaining dragon powers in the relics, one cold and one hot, one yin and one yang, flowed along their palms into the twelve main meridians, and then through the Chong and Dai meridians into the Ren and Du meridians.

Although the process was not fast, it was not an obstacle.

It just so happens that their skills are suitable, and if they accumulate this foundation, they will probably gain more benefits than entering the Temple of War God.

Zhou Yi's original intention was to let them absorb the corresponding martial arts attributes, which is more in line with the law of yin and yang.

However, an accident happened.

Because he was guided by the power of the fusion of yin and yang, which promoted the process of extreme yang giving birth to yin and extreme yin giving birth to yang, it resulted in the power of the yin dragon entering Kankan's body, and what Shi Feixuan absorbed was naturally the burning yang power.

These forces enter the body bit by bit, bringing subtle mental effects, but they are in line with the fusion of yin and yang and will not cause any discomfort.

But as the night progressed, the accumulation became more and more.

The subtle mental impact continued to be magnified, causing beads of sweat to form on the two of them.

Zhou Yi was only holding the relics and could not observe the condition of their bodies, so he just thought it was normal.

but

As the dragon's power was exhausted, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

The saint's pretty face was drunken and her breathing was a little rapid.

She sat cross-legged in meditation, using her internal energy to suppress it.

However, her cultivation was far from the level of the Ultimate Yin, and it was impossible for her to suppress the power from the Ultimate Yang.

"Feixuan, what's going on?"

As he spoke, he noticed that Kankan was in a similar condition, so he quickly put the relic down.

Not enough action.

The lights in the room flickered, and a light white shadow with an extraordinary warmth threw itself into his arms.

Looking down, I saw that under the little witch's drooping eyes, her creamy cheeks had turned cherry red without me noticing when.

Kanan opened her lively eyes and looked at him with infinite charm.

She was extremely bold and looked up and kissed Zhou Yi.

Although he has desires, he is unwilling to take advantage of others.

Wan Wan reached out to touch his face, and Zhou Yi held her wrist: "Wan Er, calm down."

He stretched out his hand and tapped her Neiguan acupoint, then to the Jianshi and Quze acupoints.

This is the hand Jueyin pericardium meridian.

Pour your true energy into the Tianchi and mobilize your heart strength to suppress the fire in your heart.

At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, figuring out what was going on.

Although it is a bit early to merge yin and yang, it does them no harm.

"Don't panic, practice your skills, and I will help you refine this Yin energy."

Zhou Yi turned her halfway over, ready to press his palm on her back, but Kankan went against his wishes, turned back and hugged him, resting her chin on his shoulder and whispering:

"Brother Yi, why did you miss such a good opportunity? Instead of relying on luck, it's better to complement each other's yin and yang."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head, held his face in her hands, and stared at Zhou Yi with her bright eyes that were slightly red and constantly shimmering:

"Brother Yi, don't you want to?"

Zhou Yi took a deep breath, took her hand away, and pinched her face: "Don't make trouble, Feixuan is still here."

Kankan pushed his hand away and unleashed a Heavenly Demonic Technique that was far more powerful than before.

After a feeling of space collapse, all the lights inside and outside the house went out, and the windows closed with a click, blocking the faint starlight outside the door.

Suddenly, there was no sight of one's hand in front of one's face, and it was pitch black.

"It's okay now, just pretend the Saint doesn't exist."

Although Zhou Yi's blood and qi were unstable due to her teasing, it was really ridiculous to do so.

He grabbed her hand that was groping around and said politely:

"You are not fully awake now because of the influence of the yin and yang forces in your body. It will be too late to regret when you regain consciousness. Don't waste time. Let me help you."

"No, I'm quite sober."

The little demon girl kissed him on the mouth again: "Brother Yi, don't dawdle, there will be no such opportunity in the future."

You are trying to drive the saint astray.

Zhou Yi was still relatively calm, but Shi Feixuan, who was meditating, finally lost her patience.

"Kan-Kan, you. You."

She never said the rest of the words, and the little demon girl continued: "What about me? Should I go out?"

Zhou Yi thought to himself, "Oh no!"

Sure enough, two strong gusts of wind were heard in the house.

Just when they were about to start fighting, he didn't need to use his eyes to identify the direction of the strong wind, and his body flashed like lightning, and he grabbed one arm with both hands.

Then suppress their offensive and lock the space.

In a moment, his left and right hands pressed on the backs of the two people, allowing them to sit down naturally.

Under normal circumstances, the two of them would definitely not be so inconsiderate.

The influence of the dragon's power is very great.

Although it was difficult to do two things at once, his yin and yang were balanced at the moment, and it would only take a little more time to resolve their abnormalities at the same time.

He practiced meditation and the room was quiet for two hours.

The cicadas that had been chirping incessantly before have fallen asleep.

When Zhou Yi withdrew his hand, two figures fell towards him in the darkness. He reached out and hugged them, and heard two even breathing sounds, as if they were sleeping soundly.

Maybe he was affected by the power of the dragon, or maybe he was not asleep at all.

Zhou Yi thought about it and didn't delve into it further.

Because this is the best outcome to avoid embarrassment.

He smiled mischievously and squeezed their hands gently, but received no response.

A figure flashed and came directly to the bed next to him, hugging people on both sides.

This thing that was hard to dream of has come true.

Zhou Yi pretended that they were asleep, hugged them tighter, and didn't think about what would happen in the morning. He smelled the different fragrances, felt the novel experience for a while, and closed his eyes to spend the long night.

However,

The night was not peaceful. In the second half of the night, some people woke up early.

In the darkness, there were some strange breathing sounds.

At dawn, the window of Yunshen Building creaked open.

Zhou Yi ignored it.

He slept until noon, feeling refreshed, and both the saint and the witch had disappeared.

He came to the backyard of the small building, drew water from the well to wash off the redness on his face and neck. After tidying himself up, he meditated and adjusted his breathing until the afternoon before heading towards Chang'an.

The sense of the War Temple has become very weak, and it seems to have escaped to a very distant place.

Zhou Yi can be sure that the Temple of War God is no longer in Xiji Garden.

I just don’t know what the fate of those who rushed into the strange space was.

As soon as he entered Chang'an, Zhou Yi met an old friend before he could even ask for any news.

"Brother Zhou?!"

Hou Xibai folded his folding fan in the west of the city and walked quickly towards them.

Seeing him looking him up and down with a changing expression, Zhou Yi asked in confusion, "I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you look at me like I'm from another world?"

"Since you were away for a few days, rumors have spread throughout the city."

"Oh? What did you say?"

"Legend has it that the Heavenly Master slew the demon dragon, shattered the void, and escaped into another vast world."

Hou Xibai sighed as he spoke: "When I think of this, I can't bear to leave. There is no other friend in this world who is as magical as you. So when I see you, it feels like I've been away for a lifetime."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as the rumors. Even if I shatter the void, I can't give up this place."

"Exactly."

Hou Xibai pointed towards the south:

"Jie Li has united several armies and is marching from the north. He will likely confront the Tang army from the south in Chang'an. Spreading this news is clearly intended to disrupt military morale. Fortunately, you've returned, and the rumors have been dispelled."

After hearing this, Zhou Yi asked Xu Xingzhi about their specific movements.

The rich young man came from the south and knew this very well.

As long as the army does not delay, it will arrive in three days.

"When you came to Chang'an, was the Temple of the God of War still there?"

"exist."

"Did you go?"

"No."

Seeing Zhou Yi's puzzled look, Hou Xibai smiled and said, "I still have some self-awareness. Even if I read the War God Atlas, I may not be able to master martial arts to the extreme. Besides, that underground is extremely dangerous."

"It's not that I'm afraid of death, but I promised Caiqi that I would return to Bashu safely, so I can't lie to her."

Zhou Yi patted his shoulder and said, "You underestimate yourself too much. This mentality alone is extremely complex."

"To be praised sincerely by the best person in the world, I have no regrets in my life," Hou Xibai laughed and fanned himself exaggeratedly.

Zhou Yi smiled and asked, "What's going on at Xiji Garden?"

"The courtyard disappeared, becoming a lake that connected to the Wei River outside the city. As for those people, except for those killed by the dragon and the underground monsters, the rest returned to the surface with the water. Some were caught in the turbulent current and died underwater."

Hou Xibai exclaimed:

"I heard someone tried to stay in the War God Temple, but a powerful force erupted from within, preventing anyone but Guangchengzi from staying inside. The strange space also vanished. If I hadn't seen the changes in Xiji Garden, I'd probably have thought it was some bizarre story."

"The War God Atlas is even more bizarre and unpredictable."

"No one truly knows what the War God Atlas is. This technique only exists in relief carvings, without any text or images. It cannot be recorded, and it cannot be taken out of the War God Temple."

“Of course, some people are inspired and take their martial arts to the next level.”

"For example, on Jinguangmen Street, there are people waiting for you."

"This person is not at all moved by the rumors and believes that you will return from the west side of the city."

Everything was as Zhou Yi expected, except for this one sentence that piqued his curiosity: "Who is it?"

Hou Xibai's interest grew. He fanned himself and said with a smile, "Master of chess and sword, Fu Cailin."

…

The setting sun was as red as blood, covering the Jinguanmen Street in Chang'an City with a sad and gorgeous orange-red.

The early summer wind picked up a few fallen leaves, swirling them around on the busy street.

In the middle of the street, a man with a perfect figure was sitting under the sign of a Sangluo Winery.

He looked strange, with his narrow eyes reflecting the wine in the glass.

Behind Master Yiqian, in addition to his three beloved disciples, there are also Kou Xu, Ba Fenghan, Song Shidao and others.

"Sister, do you want to persuade Master Fu?"

Kou Zhong looked at Fu Jun'er while speaking.

The eldest sister remained silent. The youngest, Fu Junqian, glanced at Xu Ziling and said to Kou Zhong, "Do you also think that the Heavenly Master has gone to shatter the void and there's no need to wait here?"

"Of course not."

Kou Zhong grinned:

"Judging from the previous battle with the dragon, I don't think Master Fu has much chance of winning."

"Just shut up."

The second disciple, Fu Junyu, said unhappily:

"Fighting a dragon is different from fighting a human. Humans don't have the scales and armor of a dragon. Only by playing chess with a human can one display the art of swordplay to its fullest potential. Besides, if my master faced a dragon alone, he wouldn't necessarily lose."

Kou Zhong nudged Xu Ziling with his arm and said, "Xiaoling, do you think what my second sister said makes sense?"

Xu Ziling said, "Second sister will definitely speak up for Master Fu."

"Then let the most impartial Lao Ba make his judgment."

Ba Fenghan did not respond immediately, but looked at Fu Cailin.

This chess and sword master has obviously changed a lot compared to before.

At this moment he sat there quietly, paying no attention to their conversation.

The aura around him seemed to merge with the world, the long street, and the setting sun, forming a realm of his own.

Judging from his demeanor alone, he is obviously stronger than before.

Ba Fenghan said: "Master Fu has made great progress."

Others thought he was going to say something nice, but Ba Fenghan let out the rest of his words: "This time, Master Fu should be able to see the specific realm of the Heavenly Master."

Fu Junyu rolled her eyes at him.

Fu Jun'er didn't care and explained:

"Master is old. After returning to Goguryeo, he will not travel again. He has practiced swordsmanship for many years and finally encountered an opponent like the Heavenly Master. If he does not fight with swords, he will regret it for the rest of his life. You care about the outcome, but Master cares more about the process."

Fu Cailin, who had been standing with his back to them and not moving, now picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip of wine.

Fu Jun'er was about to continue speaking when she suddenly saw her master, who was drinking by himself, pause and put the wine jar he had just picked up back on the table.

In the distance of the long street, there was a loud noise.

A young man in white was approaching slowly.

At a certain moment, he seemed to have missed the setting sun, and his shadow disappeared from everyone's sight. The next moment, the setting sun shone in another place, and the man in white appeared again.

This movement occurs every three steps.

There is clearly a pattern, but there is no way to capture his figure.

Such a scene caused a huge visual shock. In a trance, it felt like he just appeared in the field of vision, and in the blink of an eye, he was already very close.

"Tianshi, you are here."

Fu Cailin's face, which was full of strange expressions, was filled with joy. It was the first time he smiled, and his smile was so bright.

"I heard Brother Fu is waiting for me?"

"yes."

"Why?"

"Chess player, chess sword player."

When Fu Cailin spoke, he had no sword in his hand, but his eyes, which were full of insight into the world, were the sharpest sword.

At this moment, he had already begun to set up a chess and sword game that was invisible and intangible, but enough to suffocate all swordsmen in the world.

The spiritual will is like a huge net, quietly spreading out and covering the four poles, taking into account every breath and every thought of the opponent, deducing thousands of changes in the future, and forcing him into a game of chess where defeat has already been doomed.

Under Fu Cailin's gaze.

Zhou Yi's face became blurred, except for his eyes, which were as empty as a bottomless abyss, unable to reflect any light from the sky or clouds, or even the existence of Fu Cailin.

This made Master Yiqian extremely alert.

Even if he stared at the dragon, he could still see a clue from the dragon's eyes.

Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

When Fu Cailin thought of this, he picked up the wine jar and filled another wine cup.

"Without respect, Heavenly Master, please!"

He waved his sleeve lightly, and the wine cup beside him was blown straight towards Zhou Yi by the strong wind. The sound of wind was endless, but the wine cup flew in the air and not a drop of wine spilled.

"Yes, good wine."

Zhou Yi took it and drank it in one gulp.

Just throw it towards the table where Fu Cailin is sitting. Anyone who looks at it will see the porcelain cup shattered.

But what was strange was that the wine cup made a "bang" sound when it was smashed, just like the sound of gold and iron.

Fu Cailin looked at the cups that had returned to their places and frowned.

His spiritual perception is extremely sharp.

After being tempered to the peak through the "Nine Profound Method", one can sense the subtle flow of Qi.

At this moment, touching Zhou Yi again was like throwing a stone into an ancient well, not even causing a ripple.

There is no killing intent, no fighting spirit, no vitality, not even dead silence, only an absolute "nothingness".

To him, it was like a chessboard without lines drawn on it.

Therefore, for the first time, the flawless and meticulously calculated sword-intentioned chess game lost the intersection of the chess lines for placement.

The art of playing chess and sword is to find an opening and get a glimpse of what is there before you can play against what is not there.

No swords were used, it was just a mental game.

Fu Cailin felt a huge crisis.

The spectators didn't understand what was going on, but they became nervous for no reason.

Zhou Yi chuckled: "Is this the sword-playing game?"

"good."

When Fu Cailin responded, he knew that all the countless calculations and endless deductions he had made with the Jiuxuan Dafa had come to nothing.

The eternally clear lake of the heart began to ripple due to this unprecedented "emptiness".

At this moment, he stood up and drew his sword, transforming from being without a sword in his primordial spirit's will to having a sword.

Play chess with the sword, build a chessboard, and make Zhou Yi reveal his flaws!

But Zhou Yi was faster in drawing his sword. He drew it out of its sheath in a flash and arrived first.

There were no moves, no brilliance, and it was so fast that it was beyond the reach of spiritual perception, leaving only an ambiguous trajectory.

It was not attacking any part of Fu Cailin's body, but stabbed straight out, stabbing at the core of the invisible chess game he had woven with the spirit of Jiuxuan Dafa, and stabbing at the fleeting "gap" that was created by that ripple!

"laugh--"

A very slight sound, but enough to pierce the soul.

It was not the sound of metal clashing, but the sound of something of a higher level being pierced and broken.

The perfect and harmonious aura surrounding Fu Cailin, which resonated with the heaven and earth, suddenly stagnated, and then shattered like pieces of glass.

He raised his sword but didn't draw it because he felt that his next sword had been predicted. His body swayed slightly and his face turned pale as paper in an instant!

Soon he returned to his original state, but in those eyes as deep as the sea of ​​stars, a trace of incredible enlightenment and loneliness flashed across.

The people around didn't know what was happening, but they were all cheered up.

It was as if I saw two sharp edges fighting each other in the prediction of the future.

When the Heavenly Master slashed down with his sword, everyone felt a chill in the top of their head. Their spirits were forced into the deep acupoints of Qi, hiding themselves by continuously emitting Qi, not daring to face the Heavenly Master's silent sword light that would be slashed out in the future!

The setting sun just cast its last ray of light, stretching Zhou Yi's figure out long.

He sheathed his sword, his voice tinged with aftertaste: "If there is a chess game in the mind, there will be flaws. Without chess pieces and a game, what is the game?"

Fu Cailin stood there for a long time before he sighed softly, feeling somewhat relieved.

He put down his sword

"So, there is no chess for the ultimate sword?"

He once thought he had mastered chess, but today he realized that the ultimate realm of swordsmanship lies outside the chessboard.

He was defeated, not by his sword moves, but by a completely different will that surpassed the "Tao" he had sought all his life.

Unable to predict the opponent's next sword attack, his opponent instead predicted the momentum of the sword, forcing him to not dare to attack, and thus his energy and spirit were completely destroyed.

This is definitely the biggest failure in the art of swordplay.

However, Fu Cailin seemed to have realized something.

His mentality was still good, and he did not collapse because of this. Instead, he bowed and said, "The Heavenly Master is the best swordsman in the world. His sword skills are unprecedented."

"Brother Fu, please buy me another drink."

"As I should," Fu Cailin said as he poured his wine. "I have read the War God Atlas and have had many feelings. I have just chosen a wrong path. Thank you for your guidance."

His Yijian chessboard is like this world.

If you don't jump out of the chessboard, you will never reach the ultimate.

Zhou Yi's sword startled him awake, but also made him feel lost, because he saw that the road ahead was long and life was short.

Fu Cailin poured himself another glass.

"Master, please."

"please."

The two of them drank a glass each, which moved the onlookers on Jinguanmen Street.

The title of the world's number one swordsman returned to Middle-earth.

Fu Cailin didn't say anything. He drank the wine in one gulp and waved towards the restaurant.

A middle-aged man of medium build, with a round face and a bulging forehead, long hair and a mustache walked out. He stepped forward with awe and a smile and bowed deeply, "Gao Jianwu greets the emperor."

Zhou Yi glanced at him.

Gao Jianmu? That is the current monarch of Goguryeo, King Yeongryu.

"You're welcome," Zhou Yi said sternly, "Did Prince Rongliu come to Chang'an to look for me?"

"Exactly."

Without waiting for Zhou Yi to speak, he immediately stated his intention:

"Goguryeo is willing to be a vassal and obey the emperor's orders."

Zhou Yi smiled slightly. "Liaodong was Jizi's fiefdom during the Zhou Dynasty, Xuantu Commandery during the Han Dynasty, and still belonged to the old fiefdom during the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It's inevitable that we should pay homage to it."

"Yes." King Rongliu had no objection.

He already had a good impression of Zhou Yi because Zhou Yi killed Gai Suwen, who was a fatal threat to him.

Zhou Yi added: "You don't understand what I mean."

"Please enlighten me."

"How many generations of Goguryeo monarch are you?"

Rongliu Wangdao: "The twenty-seventh generation."

"Yes," Zhou Yi nodded, "You can keep the throne, but it will be the last generation. Goguryeo will be without a monarch in the future."

King Rongliu showed a look of horror.

Zhou Yi said solemnly, "Mobei will be like you. Khan Ting, Gaochang, and Tuyuhun will also disappear and will all belong to Kyushu."

King Rongliu wanted to refute, but felt powerless.

He looked at Fu Cailin, the master of Yijian who had defended Goguryeo for a long time under the attack of the Sui Dynasty and blocked Yang Guang in Yuyang. But this god-like existence of Goguryeo was already old, and facing the pleading eyes of King Rongliu, he could only shake his head slightly.

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(End of this chapter)