Chapter 1631 You'll Know When You See His Eyes
As soon as we stepped onto the open platform, the wind howled even more violently.
The man couldn't help but clench his fist and put it to his lips and coughed twice. Lian Tang hurriedly patted his back and said anxiously,
"Master, are you alright? You should really put on a cloak."
"I'm fine."
The man stopped coughing and gently but unyieldingly pushed Lian Tang's hand away.
He looked up and around. Continuous mountains extended from here, and in the distance, beneath the horizon, there were layers of forests. Only this one peak stood out as if it was about to soar into the clouds.
He turned around with his hands behind his back. Outside the large, empty circular platform was a deep and spacious tomb. Surrounding the tomb was an old forest with tall and sturdy trees. The wind blew in from the depths of the forest, carrying with it the smell of biting wind and snow, passing through the huge tomb and blowing out empty shrieks.
The man looked carefully at everything that was familiar yet unfamiliar with an indescribable gaze, and finally his eyes fell on the old chessboard in front of the tomb.
He walked over slowly and looked at the legendary chess game in which the winner could conquer the world. After a moment, he reached out, took a black chess piece from the wooden bowl, and gently placed it down.
It was just a very slight sound, but if there was someone who knew chess here, he would be shocked to find that the deadlock that even the Regent Chiwei was helpless to deal with was turned around with this one move.
If the previous chess endgame was a pool of stagnant water without hope or vitality, then the piece that the man had just calmly placed was the only living piece in this dead end. It instantly revived the stagnant water and even turned it into a lively dragon, forcing all the white pieces into a desperate situation with its fangs and claws.
One move, Black wins.
The deadlocked game that was said to be winnable only by the winner in the world was broken silently by the man.
Then footsteps were heard from the tomb. The man withdrew his hand and looked up.
Xia Fuyi had already walked out from the depths of the tomb carrying a jar of wine.
She handed the jar of wine to the man, he took it, thanked her politely, and turned to leave.
"You gave you the wine without asking me why I didn't want a token?"
Xia Fuyi asked from behind.
The man turned around and followed suit.
"Why?"
Xia Fuyi: ...
She raised her head slightly, looked into the light-colored eyes through the mask, and remembered what her master had said to her when he fell drunk in the pile of fallen leaves.
At that time, she had just been told to wait for someone to bring a sword up the mountain to get wine, so she asked out of curiosity,
"What if the person you made an appointment with died, and someone else stole his sword and came to impersonate him to ask for your wine? I've never seen that person before, so what if I just gave him the wine after looking at the sword?"
She remembered that the old man smiled at that time, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked her an irrelevant question:
"Don't you have a precious stone?"
"What stone! That's amber!"
"Yes, Amber,"
The old man was lying among the dead branches and leaves, looking at the boundless sky above his head, and said to her leisurely with the sound of the wind as his pillow,
"His eyes are very similar to your precious stone. You will recognize it when you see it."
At that time, Xia Fuyi thought it was ridiculous. There were thousands of eyes in this world, and there might be many that were the same color as her amber. How could she possibly recognize it based on this?
But it was not until this moment, when she looked directly into the eyes hidden behind the mask, that she finally understood.
There are probably many eyes of the same color, but it is hard to find one among millions of people who are as clear and cool as her amber, and as deep and profound as if they contain many times and stories.
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