beg for chivalry

Jin Wu walked to Tianyuan Terrace.

The first thing he looked at was not the chess game, nor the twine tied with the wooden kite, but looked down at the body of the national player.Guo Wennian, dressed in black gauze and gray robe, sat cross-legged, with his chin resting on his hands covered in cocoon gauze, as if he was still staring at the chessboard intently.In life, he was obsessed with sitting in seclusion, and even in death, it is difficult to get rid of his relationship with Lan Ke. This old man seems to have never cared about the second place in the world, but with a pot of wine and a game of chess, he can indulge in the seclusion in the mountains and forests.

However, the old man who loved the black heron was physically dead, and his soul was broken in a place rarely seen by people.Before he died, he must have contemplated for a long time in front of the chessboard. No one played the last game with him, so he appeared in the game with black in one hand and white in the other.

Jin Wu suddenly felt a little dazed. He tried his best to get rid of the top ten in the Jianghu list, but in the end he found that no one cared about this title.Mi Zhanzi was a slob who could only sleep soundly, passed away in the middle of a hand-talk in the past Wennian, and Yu Qiuxia was able to easily give up the number one position in the world.

He first took a closer look at the hemp thread connected to the wooden kite, the end of the thread was tied to the black and white stones on the chessboard, it seemed that a wrong move would affect the crossbow on the kite, only the right position could break the trick.So the Raksha ghost bowed and saluted, and sat opposite the national player like a chess player about to play chess.

Yu Qiuxia crouched in the middle and looked at him, feeling a little guilty for some reason.

Jin Wu glanced at him. "Just sit there and don't move. We can go out when I finish clearing the dishes."

"Can you win?" Yu Qiuxia asked anxiously.

"Which one is more powerful, the living or the dead?" Jin Wudao said, "Of course it is the living. When a person dies, it is just a pile of loess. Does the loess talk or waste your brain? Only the living can destroy the dead. The truth of the method, I have never heard that the dead can trap the living."

Yu Qiuxia sighed: "Young master, you can't hold back when you are nervous, do you want me to beat your back for you?"

The Raksha ghost gouged him out viciously, covered the copper mask, and hid his expression behind the blue-faced and fangsed evil ghost mask.

There was a whistling wind overhead, and wooden kites painted with peonies in ink were flying in the air.Thin ropes are strung with iron rings, and the sound of rubbing can be heard endlessly, like thousands of swift arrows passing by, leaving behind a torn gloomy void.

Jin Wu's eyes fell on the chessboard, and when he looked at the chessboard for the first time, he suddenly tensed his back, sitting upright like a chess player.The whistling of the wooden kite and the sound of the flowing wind gradually faded away from his ears. In an instant, the scene in front of him seemed to change instantly, as if he was in the Xin'an Cave.The mountains and rocks are towering, the flowing water is gurgling, and the national player with a white beard and black scarf looks at him kindly and compassionately, his eyes are like morning stars, and he seems to be asking: How to play chess?

how to goJin Wu stared at Fangyuan in a daze, more black than white, before making a move.And the chess shape is simple and simple, completely different from the layout he has seen before.He has memorized the chess records in the Zuichun Garden Library, and he thinks he has gained a little, but compared to Wennian, he is just playing with an ax and playing drums.

Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain rushed through his mind, Jin Wu took a breath, and pressed his head violently.When he opened his eyes, he saw a white mist in front of him, and the sun reflected from the distant past, falling on him warmly.He was sitting on the porch, and on the blue stone steps was a catalpa chessboard, and a man holding an eight-petal helmet was sitting opposite him. He looked like a frail scholar with a face like a jade crown, but he was wearing a crimson robe with a collar like a military officer's.The man looked at him with star-like eyes, and said with a smile.

"It's your turn, Jinwu, it's your turn."

Seven years ago, Jin Wu pouted and looked at it for a while, and said, "...this is a dead end!" The child jumped up with all his teeth and claws, and overturned the chessboard, scattering black and white pebbles all over the floor.

Ning Yuanhou smiled and said: "Where is the dead end? It is clear that you have never seen it before, and you don't know how to adapt it, so you can only play tricks."

Jinwu pretended to roll on the ground, grabbed the sand secretly, rubbed his eyes red, and wailed loudly: "Father, you will bully the weak, I will complain to mother! I want her to beat you with a broom!"

He pretended to cry for a while, and suddenly remembered that he had never defeated his father once, and was really sad, so the fake crying turned into real crying, with tears pouring down his face, and rolling on the ground like ice.

Ning Yuanhou said: "If you want to cry, you have to stand up and cry. What does that sound like? Well, let me ask you, do you know why you lost?"

Jinwu stopped, blew his nose vigorously, and said viciously with red eyes: "I don't want to know how to lose, you tell me how to win. I memorized all the chess records! Acer scriptures, immortal machine scores, I from Hexingmen They are all thoroughly cooked!"

"It is true that you have a vivid memory and can answer questions fluently, but you have never imitated the shape but not the god." Ning Yuanhou smiled and shook his head, "I will give you a gun now, you can make it come and go, but you can't pierce your shoulders on the battlefield. Elbow stab."

The man leaned over to pick up the chess pieces, straightened the board, filled in the black and white pieces, and the situation was exactly the same as before.

"This is the remnant spectrum created by Gu Qi and restored by Mr. Guo. The white son is the first to drop the sheep position, and the black son is the second to suppress the head. The burning position is swaying, and the sudden position is filled. Jinwu, don't memorize it. You You have a good brain, but this is not your strength, but your weakness. Spectrum is dead, but people are alive."

"Play live chess, don't play dead chess. Over the coffin of the dead, go forward and keep going."

The setting sun is reflected from the sky, and the water-like clouds are shining brightly in the sky, and the gray eaves and stone walls are like sunset glow, revealing a clear light red.Jin Wu lay beside Ning Yuanhou and stared at Luo Zi black and white, speechless.

Yes, he has never seen this situation, but he should be able to arrange it.The faint light of the sky dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the surroundings returned to dead silence and darkness.Jin Wu woke up suddenly, he was still sitting upright in front of the chessboard, facing the dead body of the national player.

Jin Wu picks up the chess pieces.If the white chess hangs the corner, the black chess will protect the space and connect in place.The Raksha ghost moved quietly, while the wooden kite swirled ferociously above his head, knocking off the roof tiles, but he turned a deaf ear to it and just focused on arranging the chess pieces.

He had a splitting headache, and scenes like snowflakes flooded into his mind.At first, I only felt the sudden pain like thunder, as if there was a huge trauma, but then I gradually recalled sporadic fragments.The previously empty and dazed mind suddenly seemed to be filled, and Jin Wu was in a trance, only to feel heart-wrenching grief flooding his heart.

I remembered.At this moment, he was finally able to regain the past moment.

The back of his hand was in a burning pain, and the Raksha ghost gritted his teeth and looked at the right hand that had been gouged out by him, which seemed to be the effect of Dan Lao's Gu poison.

He once asked Sanniang if she could cure the poison of "Wangyou", but the little girl didn't know much about it, saying that although Wangyou was concocted by her, the slow poison is the most difficult to cure, and she asked him with a smile if he wanted to put it in the lacquer cabinet. I have tried all the poisonous weeds to be her medicine man.He didn't expect to be bitten by Danzhuo's Gu worm here today, which reminded him of the past.

Jin Wu was a little annoyed, and covered his aching head and said in a low voice: "...Why didn't I ask that worm to bite more?"

Following the sharp pain, he was suddenly in the courtyard again. Begonia flowers were scattered like rain, staining the ground like rouge. Between chess pieces.

Ning Yuanhou lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, petals covered the iron armor like snow.Covered the cold edge.

Jin Wu stared blankly at the scene, suddenly his eyes became sour, his eyelids were astringent and heavy, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as a needle prick.

He doesn't like studying lessons the most, and he can't bear anyone to teach him, but at this moment, he suddenly hopes to lie in this small courtyard forever, and never move a half step.

"Why are you crying? Winning or losing is a common thing in military affairs. If you lose a game and cry, what will happen in the future?" The man smiled helplessly when he saw big tears rolling out of his eyes.

But this is not what Jin Wu was crying about.He was just suddenly very sad.Is this a dream?He also doesn't know what is reality and what is a dream.Here he is the Golden Crow, but who is he elsewhere?Is it the assassin of Houtianlou, the Rakshasa in black, or Jin Wu?

"You lied to me." The child started to rub his eyes, but the tears grew more and more, and his throat choked up.

Jin Hao couldn't laugh or cry: "How did you lie to you?"

Jin Wu said: "Chess is dead, but people are not alive, both you and mother, I... I saw it with my own eyes."

The man didn't speak, just looked at him silently and smiling.This must be a sign of not being able to find any rebuttals, because they are all true.

Jin Wu shook his head, stared at him with blinking eyes, and burst into tears: "Father, I finally saw you."

He didn't know what he was talking about, and his heart felt empty and sad as if a piece had been gouged out. "I can finally... come back."

Someone seemed to have opened a hole in his heart, and the bone-piercing grief poured out like a torrent bursting a bank, turning into thousands of words and blocking his throat.

Marquis Ning Yuan stretched out two fingers and tapped his forehead lightly: "What nonsense are you talking about. I'm busy, and I have to go to Fuqiang Gate to guard in a few days, and now I have time to see you, little monkey spirit."

Speaking of this, the man was angry and funny, but his eyes were kind and gentle. "You Fang said that when you were at home, you were idle all day long. You only knew how to eat and sleep, and you didn't even want to take a step outside the threshold. How can you say that?"

The pain in the head seemed to be cracked, but the pain in my heart was even more painful.He is here, but he is not here. The world is huge, but there is no place to stand on. The road back to Jiading is long and long, and it is the destination that he will never return to in his life.

He hadn't shed tears for a long time. Weeping was cowardly and weak, and it was something that Rakshasa in black couldn't do.But now that he is the Golden Crow, only then can he laugh and cry whenever he wants.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he sobbed softly, then broke down.Ning Yuanhou sat opposite, seemed a little at a loss, and then just smiled helplessly.After sobbing for a long time, he whimpered and called out: "Father."

"how?"

"I don't want to kill people anymore, and I don't want to do evil things anymore." Jin Wu raised his eyes to look at him, his lips trembled a few times, and finally said with a sob. "Let me come back, okay?"

The scene in front of me is like flowing ink, sometimes clearly discernible, sometimes hazy and blurred, seemingly real or unreal.The fragrance of hot bonuses wafted in the breeze, a dance floor was erected outside the wall, and the troupe's gongs and huqin sounded festively, tantalizing.He remembered that when he was young, he used to climb the crabapple tree and climb over the wall to peek at the scene outside, watching the performers with painted faces clapping the clapper and dancing with short knives.Jiading's mountains and rivers are interdependent, the flowers are bright and the willows are dark, but at night, there are thousands of stars and lights, and the hooves walk away in the dark dust.

He used to always want to leave here and go to the frontier army with his father Jin Hao to hang out.Marquis Ningyuan returned from the northwest, but he could not take off his armor and rest his horse, and turned back to guard the city.

Uncle Xia, who led the general, told him that there were strong winds in Mengtun, silver snow in Longshan Mountains, and fierce Qiang people with bamboo spears and battens. The clouds are sad and the mist is miserable, and the sea of ​​blood and corpses are mountains.But Jinwu was not afraid, he thought since he was a child that he would follow his father to fight enemies on the battlefield, and it would be better to be a majestic little general, so that no one could gossip and call him a blue-eyed and strange-looking Xie Hu dog.

But everything is flowing like water, fate is unpredictable, and no one can expect the extravagance of the original thoughts.

Ning Yuanhou smiled and asked, "I will be back."

Jin Wu stared blankly at him, at the dead man.The crabapple flowers are like snow, piled up in the courtyard one by one, gradually submerging the knees like a sea tide.

"You have lost your roots here." Ning Yuanhou said, "No matter how the branches and leaves are cut, they will eventually return here."

"But I killed a lot of people and got a lot of blood on my hands, I can't wash it off..."

"Where is the reason for a father not to allow his own son to enter the house?" Ning Yuanhou smiled wryly, "You little devil, you have a more stubborn temper than your mother. If you really want to come back, you can't even hold back three cows."

"Will you be here all the time?" He was a little worried, "Will mother be here too?"

"Yes, we are all here."

"When is that? When can I come back?"

White mist rose from all directions, covering the sky and the earth like a curtain.The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, and the evening breeze, the sound of the flute, the sound of the gong, the crabapple tree, and the Sihetou all disappeared in the vast light.But the warm feeling is still there, as if someone wrapped him in the quilt carefully, rubbing away all the pain and cold.

The man smiled gently in the light, and raised his finger to him mysteriously: "...one day."

-

Yu Qiuxia was sitting on the chess line with her knees hugged, looking boredly at Jin Wu on the Tianyuan Terrace.Jin Wu has been concentrating on fiddling with the chess pieces, and every time he moves a piece, the wooden kite above his head will not stop flying, scattered and gathered like a cloud.He is also not good at disturbing, holding a knife to warn that there will be an agency coming from somewhere.

The cave seemed to be a bit cold, Yu Qiuxia felt strange, he had lived in Tianshan Mountain for seven years, he had never felt cold after going down the mountain, but today he was shivering.He coughed a few times, but suddenly felt something was wrong, spread out his palms, and saw that the palms of his hands were full of red blood under the skylight.

Yu Qiuxia stared at it blankly for a while, first carefully wiped it with the corner of his clothes, and then took out the cloth strip on the poisonous needle to look: "One look, one taste".

"Poisoned?" He murmured to himself, patted his body, but felt that the movement of muscles and bones was still the same as before.So he sat down with his knees crossed again, thinking blankly that he can't eat chili with his young master for a while, lest his throat bleed badly.

After the last chess piece was dropped, the wooden kite flying before was motionless for an instant, frozen in a dead silence.The cave is so quiet that you can hear the tip of a needle hitting the ground.

Yubai Swordsman hurriedly looked up Tianyuan Terrace, only to see Raksha in black standing up slowly, staring blankly at Fangyuan where the chess pieces fell.

"Jade seeks flaws."

The Raksha ghost called out, but before he could answer, he changed his mouth and said, "Wang Xiaoyuan."

The expression seemed to be the same as before, but it was completely different.

Yu Qiuxia was stunned for a while.His heart was suddenly empty, like a snowy field under the Tianshan Mountains, without anything.He blinked, opened his mouth for a moment, and then searched dully, trying to find some words to answer.

Jin Wu took off the copper mask, and the blue eyeballs slowly moved over. He looked dull and lifeless, but his eye sockets were red, as if he was about to cry, and it seemed that he had shed tears once.

The face of the Rakshasa ghost rolled down to the ground with a crisp sound, mottled with dust.The hands of Rakshasa in black hung down as if exhausted, his fingertips trembling.

"My previous name," he asked slowly, "...was it Jinwu?"