Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 493 The first question

Outside Hongli City, a gazebo in the desert.

The poisonous sun scorched the entire desert with a burnt smell, and even the whimpering of the wind and sand seemed weak at the moment.

However, there is still a cool breeze in the gazebo, and there is no trace of heat.

At this time, Li Yunsheng watched the wind and sand rising and falling outside the gazebo expressionlessly, while the City Lord of One Night City and Zhou Liang sitting in front of him were staring at the chessboard in front of them together.

The faces of both of them are not very good at the moment, especially Zhou Liang's face is as white as paper, as if he has suffered a serious illness.

Looking at the chessboard again, hundreds of black and white chess pieces have already been dropped. Although it is already hard to tell which end the battle started from, the tragic battle situation on the board is obvious.

Especially the black man held by Zhou Liang was bitten to pieces by Li Yunsheng's white man, like a dying black cat, forced to tremble in a corner.

"Are you still going down?"

Li Yunsheng suddenly withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhou Liang who was holding a sunspot on the opposite side, and said to Zhou Liang, who hadn't settled for a long time.

"Down, down..."

Zhou Liang trembled, and was about to fall, but was forced to stop his falling hands by a strong pressure in front of him. He raised his eyes and found Li Yunsheng was looking at him coldly.

"If you lose, it's just a waste of time to go on."

Li Yunsheng said expressionlessly, at this moment, his face no longer had the politeness just now, and after picking up the chess pieces, Li Yunsheng seemed to be a different person.

"But I...but I can still go, still, there is still a way to survive..."

"Forget it, old Zhou."

Zhou Liang seemed to want to refute a few words, but was interrupted by the city lord of One Night City.

He took the chess piece in Zhou Liang's hand, pressed down his hand that was frozen in mid-air, then patted his shoulder and said:
"You lost."

Hearing this, Zhou Liang lowered his head dejectedly.

"I thought that this time, at least, I could last until the outcome was decided with you."

After a while, Zhou Liang slowly raised his head as if recovering from a breath, looked at Li Yunsheng with a wry smile and said.

"Sorry, next time I have a chance, I will play a good game with senior."

After putting away the white pieces on the chessboard, Li Yunsheng finally restrained the fear in his eyes a bit, and then saw him looking at Zhou Liangdao with a gentle tone.

In order to end this game earlier, Li Yunsheng was full of murderous intent in this game of chess just now. In fact, he had already driven Zhou Liang to the point of failure by the time he played forty or fifty moves.

For some reason, Li Yunsheng has had an inexplicable sense of urgency since he left the house in the morning.

"May I ask the first question?"

Li Yunsheng placed the chess box with the chess pieces neatly in the center of the chessboard, then looked up at the owner of One Night City and asked.

"can."

The Lord of One Night City pushed the box of white chess to the center of the chessboard.

"Is my master still alive?"

Li Yunsheng asked.

Hearing that the City Lord of One Night City was stunned for a moment, he smiled and said:

"Don't ask Yu Xuzi's whereabouts first? After all, in a sense, he made your body look like this."

"Not urgent."

Li Yunsheng shook his head.

"Young people are too crazy now. Do you think you can beat me in the next two sets? Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you lose the next set, there will be no third set."

City Lord Road of One Night City.

As for Li Yunsheng, he didn't seem to have heard the words of the city lord of One Night City at all. He still looked at him calmly and waited quietly for the other party's answer.

"You don't know what's good, you don't get oil and salt, just like your master, you're as stubborn as a donkey..."

That night, the city lord first gave Li Yunsheng a blank look, then looked at Li Yunsheng solemnly and said:

"Although he lived a miserable life, he is still alive. At least he will be alive until Hell pries his mouth open."

Hearing this, Li Yunsheng gave a rare grin, then stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation to the chessboard:

"Second set."

……

Hongli City, Iron Fortress.

This iron castle, also known as the Black Iron Building, is the fortress of Hongli City, and it is also the most unique building in Hongli City. Even if you look at the entire Liuzhou, it is difficult to come up with the first such a tower.

Because the entire iron castle, including the walls on both sides of the iron castle, is made of black iron.

Only a place rich in iron ore like Hongli City can have such a large amount of money.

Apart from the fact that the entire body is made of black iron, the entire shape of this iron castle connected to the city wall is like an open embrace. Standing under the tower always makes people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression and fear.

So on weekdays, if you don't go out of the city, you seldom seem willing to come here.

But today is different.

Although the noon sun was extremely fierce, there was still an endless stream of people rushing towards the iron castle.

Because these people want to see what the legendary Qiushui remnant looks like.

Just now, the news that Hongli City was going to execute a group of Qiushui remnants spread throughout the streets and alleys of Hongli City.

"This remnant of Qiushui, didn't it mean that Hell Prison and Xianmeng haven't caught it for ten years? Why did Hongli City catch it as soon as I caught it?"

"Our City Lord Mu is amazing."

"Don't flatter that surnamed Mu, the person executed this time is not the remnant of Qiushui wanted by Hell Prison and Xianmeng."

"How do you know it's not?"

"Think about it with your ass, okay? If it's really the evil of Qiushui, it won't be Hongli City's turn to execute it. The Immortal Alliance has come to ask for someone."

"What you said seems to make sense, but since it's not the remnants of Qiushui, how dare the city lord make such an announcement to the whole city, isn't he afraid that the Immortal League will send people down to investigate?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of. There are so many refugees in Hongli City who escaped from Qinglian Mansion. If you just find a few people who say they are the remnants of Qiushui, even the Immortal Alliance can't find fault."

"But what good does the city lord do?"

"It's nothing more than to claim credit for the Xianmeng. The Xianmeng has always been rich in rewards for arresting Qiushui's remnants."

Before the city guards escorted the people out, the crowd in front of the city tower had already begun to discuss noisyly.

"I said, it won't be such a coincidence, don't worry."

In an inconspicuous corner behind the crowd, Qing Luo, who was wearing a turban, patted Beidou Dao, who was also wearing a turban and bamboo hat, beside her.

In order not to let people see through their identities, the two even changed their clothes.

Qingluo wore the Confucian shirt of his grandfather when he was young, and Beidou changed into the clothes of Qingluo's childhood. In addition, he was originally handsome, and at first glance he was no different from a little girl.

"I hope so."

Beidou nodded, rubbing his hands nervously, staring fixedly at the gate of the Iron Fort not far away.

This is the first time that he has so longed not to see his father.

"The door opened, come out, come out!"

At this moment, the onlookers in the front row suddenly shouted, and then saw a few city guards escorting a group of ragged refugees out.

(End of this chapter)