Voice of the World [Transmigration Book]

Is Emperor Qingzhuo good at chess?

This is beyond doubt.

In Su Zhuo's own words, Immortal Emperor Honglian is a perfectionist with incurable obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she thinks that her child is omnipotent and can do everything to the best, just like her.

In fact, as the immortal fetus and the creator, Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo has indeed met her requirements. He is omnipotent and omnipotent. After slaying the dragon and appearing in the eyes of all the immortals, it is no surprise that he became the leader of the immortal world. National idol.

Handsome, powerful, knowledgeable, and perfect, as an immortal emperor, he is just and strict, and treats all immortals equally, and with the dedicated assistance of three immortals, he quickly won the hearts of countless people in the immortal world. Especially young people.

So Jinglou Zhenjun said that he likes to worship Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo. Although Su Zhuo felt a little ashamed, it was not surprising.

——In this huge fairyland, the immortals who were born in the fairyland with the same age as Zhenjun Jinglou probably have similar emotions to Zhenjun Jinglou.

When Su Zhuo came to Beiming Immortal Sect with Daoist Tianying, he knew that Zhenjun Jinglou liked to play chess and was good at playing chess, so he used five points of strength to play against him at the beginning, but as time went by, The black and white chess pieces slowly meet together, like stars of different colors flickering in the galaxy, and like fragments of souls in the endless abyss, it is beautiful and psychedelic.

Su Zhuo involuntarily exerted all his strength, and the two of them took longer and longer to make a move. In the later stage, they even needed to think for three days before making a move.

Immortal Bigu, the entire Beiming Immortal Sect was also shrouded in a barrier. In this quiet bamboo forest courtyard, except for Qin Huanyan who saw Su Zhuo once from afar, no one disturbed him after that.

During this period, whenever Su Zhuo fell into deep thought, Zhenjun Jinglou would look at the chessboard calmly and tell his own stories.

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The past of Zhenjun Jinglou is very ordinary.

He is a genius who is not inferior to his father, and everyone places high expectations on him, but at the young age of a hundred, he already possesses the ability of a middle-level immortal, and is praised by everyone as a ghost who is qualified to aspire to the position of immortal king in the future , is the object of worship by all peers.

He was born with a sword bone inherited from his father, and he was doomed to be inseparable from the sword since birth, but the worst thing is, Zhenjun Jinglou doesn't like swords.

A sword fairy doesn't like to use a sword. There is probably no funnier joke in the world.

Day after day, year after year, work at sunrise and sunset.In a world covered with snow all year round, Zhenjun Jinglou spent 200 years of his life in the courtyard of Beiming Xianzong in his youth.He was the idol of all the young disciples, and an idol would have no desire other than the sword.He should be as sharp as a sword, as cold as a sword, as ruthless as a sword, and as proud as a sword.

But Jinglou Zhenjun is not such a person, he is a little impulsive, likes to laugh, loves sweets, and hates using swords.

At this time, Zhenjun Jinglou has become a high-level immortal. Although he is still a short distance away from the real person, there are only a few children who have become a high-level immortal at the age of two hundred. It was just like that back then, and the immortals of Chu Kingdom were proud of it, proud of it.

So when he heard the truth from his son, he flew into a rage. The Immortal of Chu Kingdom, who had never been more than half-severely strict with Jinglou Zhenjun outside of practicing swordsmanship, severely reprimanded his son, and even rebuked his son when the other party contradicted him. fined him.Zhenjun Jinglou, who was wounded all over his body, couldn't heal his wounds because of his father's order, so he ran out of Beiming Xianzong in a rage, crossed the vast snow field, and arrived at the teleportation site before he almost froze to death outside.

And those immortal officials who received orders from the immortals of Chu State in advance opened the teleportation array to the rich spring city for the young master who "run away from home", and refused to open the white jade that led to the city known as the immortal city. Beijing.

Zhenjun Jinglou was very reluctant at first, but when he arrived at the bustling city created by Houtian, the green trees and red flowers that were different from the extreme north quickly attracted his attention. When the money entered the city, it was almost completely lost in the bustling city full of feasting and feasting, drifting with the tide.When he followed the crowd in a daze to a very lively restaurant, he heard a shout from inside: "The next performance is the performance everyone is most looking forward to: "The Immortal Emperor Qing Zhuo Slays the Dragon"!"

Although Zhenjun Jinglou has never left the extreme northern region for half a step, he has also heard the name of Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo—the other party is the master of this huge fairy world, and he is as powerful as his father. The emperor also knelt on the ground humbly, bent his back, pressed his forehead to the ground, and offered the highest etiquette in the fairy world to the other party.

——Is Emperor Qingzhuo here?

With such unbelievable doubts in mind, Zhenjun Jinglou couldn't help but walked in, drank a cup of fragrant tea and sweet pastries, sat at a table in the farthest corner from the stage, and watched fascinatedly. Performance.

That day was the [-]th birthday of Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo. Xiantian immortals are not sensitive to lifespan, so they don’t express it. Compared with Houtian immortals, they are much more enthusiastic. What you see is normal, the restaurant has given up the popular programs on weekdays, and all the performances today are all programs praising the ability of the Qing Zhuo Immortal Emperor.

One, two, three, four... The high-ranking immortals have long been bigu and tireless, and the prosperous city opened by the Houtian immortals never closes their doors at night.It is normal to stay up all night here, and Jinglou Zhenjun, who has been completely fascinated, also watched night after night. When he saw that even he felt exhausted, all the programs about Qingzhuo Immortal Emperor Finally it's all over.

Jinglou Zhenjun is very tired, very tired, but his spirit is very excited, his heart beats so fast that it almost jumps out of his chest, and the lines in the drama are constantly echoing in his mind. Jian, said in a cold voice, "Evil Dragon suffers death!" His heroic appearance was deeply engraved in Zhenjun Jinglou's memory, replayed over and over again.

He wanted to meet Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo.

This thought appeared inexplicably but could not be stopped, even in his dream it was as clear as if it really happened.After waking up, Zhenjun Jinglou couldn't forget the beautiful scenery in his dream no matter what. He didn't even have the heart to ask why he would return to the Northern Underworld Immortal Sect in the Far North Region and sleep on his own bed after waking up. The mind has only one thought.

——He wants to be a hero, and then follow behind his hero to guard this beautiful fairyland.

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Su Zhuo couldn't believe it: "Because... such a reason?"

Zhenjun Jinglou put down the chess pieces, and immediately, the white dragon came back to life, as if it would swallow the black dragon Bluetooth in the next second: "Is this reason...not enough?"

Su Zhuo couldn't even care about the dragon who was about to be devoured by him: "Just because I watched the opera for a few days..."

"At that time, I was very desperate." Zhenjun Jinglou's expression was cold, but his voice was very soft: "With countless expectations and responsibilities, I was doing what I didn't want to do. living a life that belongs to others—when I was punished, I asked myself countless times, why was I born, why did I live, why can’t I even put down my long sword and laugh loudly when I am expected by everyone?”

"Just because I am the only son of the Sect Master of the Northern Darkness, and the next Sect Master who is expected to step into the ranks of immortals? ——If this reason becomes the ice and snow that has trapped me in the Sect of the Northern Darkness for a hundred years among them, then I would rather have never been born."

Su Zhuo sighed: "True Monarch..."

"There is no need to feel sorry for me, because I am no longer so weak and useless." Jinglou Zhenjun said lightly: "I aspire to be a great man like Qingzhuo Immortal Emperor, and hope that one day I can stand in the position of Qingzhuo Immortal Emperor. In front of him, being able to tell him that I, too, became a hero—is it ridiculous?"

Su Zhuo couldn't help but said: "Have you ever thought that perhaps Immortal Emperor Qing Zhuo himself is also the same as the disguise you are forced to show, but is not what you see?"

"Perhaps." Zhenjun Jinglou's expression was very strange: "Perhaps, Immortal Emperor Qingzhuo is a very lovely person."

"Yes, cute?"

Zhenjun Jinglou just shook his head and said, "Don't worry about sudden thoughts... After all, His Majesty has already fallen into reincarnation, and he doesn't know when he will return."

Su Zhuo was silent.

Zhenjun Jinglou said: "It's your turn."

Su Zhuo lowered his head and looked at the chessboard. Zhenjun Jinglou's move just now was so subtle that it turned his winning situation into a crisis.But Su Zhuo's black dragon is still alive, and still has the power to continue turning things around.

He tapped the stone table lightly with the finger holding Heizi, making a slight tinkling sound.Zhenjun Jinglou's eyes followed his moving fingers, black pawns were printed in the black pupils, and the perfect hand that did not lose to him at all, seemed to be thinking about something, and also seemed to be obsessed with something, Or maybe just in a daze.

Suddenly, the knocking sound of Heizi stopped.

Zhenjun Jinglou's eyes shifted to Su Zhuo's face, Su Zhuo smiled and put the black pieces into the chess box, and the chess pieces collided with each other, making a crisp sound: "That's it."

Zhenjun Jinglou was puzzled and said, "Why, you didn't lose."

Su Zhuo laughed and said, "I didn't admit defeat either."

"Then why—"

"Playing chess is not just about winning or losing, otherwise you will lose most of the fun, right?"

Zhenjun Jinglou frowned slightly, but did not deny Su Zhuo's words.

Su Zhuo sighed: "Besides, it's a big pity to rely on others' concessions to win a game of chess that was originally exhausted?"

Zhenjun Jinglou's eyes were slightly rounded, which made his icy sword-like face look cute.Su Zhuo smiled and said: "I should go back, Zhenjun, see you next time."

Zhenjun Jinglou moved his lips slightly to say something, but in the end he couldn't even say goodbye.

He quietly looked at Su Zhuo's back who was getting further and further away, not knowing what he was thinking.

On Su Zhuo's side, he just walked out of Zhenjun Jinglou's courtyard, before he had time to stretch his muscles and bones, he saw Qin Huanyan who was waiting outside with sword-like eyes.

Su Zhuo: "..."

Qin Huanyan: "Do you know that you have been in there for more than two months?"

Su Zhuo: "Listen to my explanation..."

Qin Huanyan: "Oh."

Su Zhuo: "..."