Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

The warm sunlight shines through the layers of leaves, casting mottled light and shadow. Under the tree, a chess board is placed on the slate table. The black chess pieces are almost all over the board, and the white chess pieces are in a serious situation.

The woman's tender white fingers held a white chess piece and dangled it around. She wrinkled her small white face and had no idea what to do. She secretly glanced at the gentle man opposite and saw a slight smile on his face. I couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"Ning Zhiyan, no matter how I play, I will lose this game." Aning looked sadly at the man opposite him, his fine eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his beautiful eyes with a hint of sadness that could not be concealed. .

"That's not necessarily the case." Ning Zhiyan glanced at her, and then turned his attention to the situation on the chessboard. Although the white chess piece was at a disadvantage, it was not without improvement. The key lay in the chess piece in her hand.

With a leisurely expression, he stretched out his hand, his warm palm wrapped around a soft and boneless hand, and guided the white chess on her fingertips to place on the chessboard.

His move really shocked Aning. She didn't come back to her senses until the warm touch on her hand disappeared. She was attracted by the situation on the chessboard before she had time to think about it.

White's position was impartial, and Black's pieces were completely captured. White, who was originally in trouble, began to kill all four sides, and finally narrowly defeated Black's three pieces.

Aning couldn't believe that he actually won. He stared at the few black chess pieces on the chessboard, his eyebrows arched, and he smiled at the man opposite: "I'll give in, give in."

The woman's smile was like a flower, and the breeze gently blew the black hair on her head. A picture flashed through Ning Zhiyan's mind. Although it was fleeting, he could still clearly see the figure of a person in the picture.

It belongs to Aning.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he stared at her, as if his snowy face was about to merge with the world.

"Miss Aning, did we know each other before?"

In fact, he didn't fully see the figure in the picture, but at that moment there seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept telling him that this person was her, this person was her.

That's why he asked her this question.

Aning was obviously stunned by his question and was confused for a while. Then he took out the jade pendant that was the same as his waist, "Ning Zhiyan, do you know why this jade pendant is exactly the same as yours?"

Before he could answer, Aning continued, "Because these two jade pendants were originally a pair, and you gave them to me, but later I was sealed in the sword."

He didn't expect that this separation would last more than seven hundred years. Times have changed, people have changed, and the original Ning Zhiyan had already been reincarnated and did not remember her.

"We have known each other seven hundred years ago. Yue Ming recognizes his master, and I will not recognize you wrongly."

After Aning finished speaking, the mist between his brows was slowly dissipating. Regardless of whether he remembered her or not, she would still be by his side as always, life after life, until death.

After hearing this, Ning Zhiyan couldn't help but think of the first time they met, when she cried and told him why he didn't come to marry her. At that time, he was wondering when he had a fiancée.

Everything in this world has a cause and effect, and there are many bizarre things between heaven and earth. Perhaps it is as she said, then he is most likely the "Ning Zhiyan". Is this also reincarnation?

His master once said that everyone in the world has past and present lives. If a person cannot forget all the past lives, he will be reincarnated with obsessions. When he meets someone or something, he may remember those past events.

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After Ning Zhiyan wiped Yue Ming, his jade-white fingertips played with the tassel on the hilt of the sword. The end of the crescent-white bead string was a light blue tassel. It was bought by Aning when he went out last time. The moon sounds in agreement.

Thinking of the last time the little girl stood in front of someone else's shop, staring straight at the sword spike, she obviously liked it, but she didn't ask him for it.

Ning Zhiyan curled his lips silently, there was an unexplained tenderness between Ning Zhiyan's eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared in his dark eyes.

In Yan San's words, his master has always been quiet about everything, as if he was outside the world, untainted by dust, and indifferent.

However, after such a person met Aning, it was as if someone had taken away his body, and he was even more personally involved in her affairs.

Soon, Aning had been living in Ning Zhiyan's mansion for three months after she transformed. During this period, she told him more or less about their previous affairs, including the days when she was trapped in the sword.

Of course she only said good things.

When Ning Zhiyan asked her why she was trapped in the sword, Aning thought for a long time before answering vaguely: "I don't know exactly, I just woke up and was in the sword."

After hearing her answer, he understood that someone had obviously done it deliberately.

But why is she, Yue Ming's sword spirit, still sealed into the sword?

And what happened seven hundred years ago?

With doubts, he wrote a letter and sent someone to Yunjiu Mountain to give it to his master.

After the two of them spent some time in peace, the news that Yue Ming Sword was in his hand was spread out by someone unknown. It not only attracted many people who coveted Yue Ming, but also alarmed the emperor, who even issued an edict. Let Ning Zhiyan bring Yue Ming into the palace so that he can see his true appearance.

On the eve of entering the palace, many uninvited guests came to the mansion, and the originally remote mansion suddenly became lively. Even though Ning Zhiyan closed the door and saw no guests, there were still people visiting with gifts.

"Is it true that you didn't tell Miss Aning about the master entering the palace?"

Yan San looked at the jade-like man in front of him and bowed in greeting. Even though he was used to his master's independent aura, he was still amazed every time he saw him.

"This entry into the palace must be unlucky, and it is for her own good not to let her know."

The Qingyu Celestial Master in the palace is not someone who is easy to fool. If he knew that the Yue Ming Sword Spirit had appeared, he would probably use any means necessary to take Yue Ming for his own use. After all, he had a big appetite.

The man stood in front of the window, looking into the distance. The clouds in the sky reflected the setting sun and turned into a magnificent sunset. The shadow of the setting sun cast continuously on his body, creating a beautiful picture.

Eight words suddenly flashed into Yan San's mind, saying that a gentleman is as warm as jade. (The Book of Songs·Xiaorong)

Doesn't this refer to his master?