My personal school belle president

Chapter 2209 Secret! (Part 3)
In front of him was an open ancient door.

The ancient gate seems to be old. The carvings on the gateposts on both sides have faded, and even moss grows on it.

On both sides of the ancient gate is a ten-foot-tall stone statue, holding a sword in both hands, looking into the distance, not angry but majestic.

And behind the door, there is a long step.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine steps floating in the air.

Each step is blue in color, seven feet long and less than two feet wide, arranged like floating piano keys.

This is called a ladder!

Climbing the ladder, entering the sky, stepping on the four sides of the world, standing on the highest point, can enter the elders' pavilion.

Wangyou stood in front of the steps.

She calmly looked at the hall and houses looming in the distance, her snow-white dress fluttered gently, accompanied by three thousand black silk, like a splash-ink painting, interpreting the beauty of Jingyi to the extreme.

Soft rays of light scattered from the clouds and shrouded her body, casting a fragmented shadow.

She has been standing there for an hour.

No one came down from the opposite side to ask questions. The tall ladder was like a giant looking down, eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

"excuse me."

Wangyou cupped his hands and saluted respectfully.

She didn't salute those immortals above, nor did she salute to the Elder's Pavilion, which represented the highest status in the fairy world, but to that woman.

According to the parents, it was the mysterious woman who saved the fairy world.

She founded the Elder Pavilion, supported the Four Emperors, and opened up a new fairyland.To put it bluntly, she is the reborn parent of all immortals today.

Whether she is dead or sleeping, she should be honored.

Just as Wangyou was about to step up the steps, he hesitated and took off his shoes and socks again.

The snow-white delicate jade feet stepped on the cold steps, stepping up step by step, and on the steps she stepped on, fresh grass and wild flowers were slowly blooming, full of vitality.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, not many, but not many.

Soon, she was at the top.

In front of you are magnificent halls, showing a heavy sense of history after precipitation everywhere.

Outside the main hall, there are pieces of water curtains flowing, crystal pearls, ethereal and illusory, the beautiful scenery is like flowers separated by clouds, people can't tell which is the real scene and which is the reflection.

However, the surprise is that even if you come here, you can't see a single figure.

It's as if this is a dead city.

Wangyou looked around and continued walking forward.

She came to a semi-circular clear pool, and there was a chessboard in the pool, covered with dense chess pieces, which seemed to fill the chessboard.

But if you look carefully, you will find that there are two empty spaces on the chessboard, which are opposite.

Next to the chessboard, there are two chess pieces, one black and one white.

"Humph!"

An indifferent smile flashed across the corner of Wangyou's lips, he pulled out the Chixiao long sword, lightly swiped across the water, picked up the black and white chess pieces, and landed them on two empty spaces on the chessboard.

However, as soon as the two chess pieces were placed on the board, they disappeared and returned to the outside of the board.

Wangyou stared blankly and remained silent for a long time.

"Either live or die, there is no third way to go." An old voice came from behind, with a little helplessness and loneliness in the voice.

Wangyou was silent for a moment, then turned around.

Beside the blue stone tablet, sat an old man who was the gatekeeper of the Elder Pavilion.

The old man was dressed in rags, but his body was very clean, and his hair was meticulous. Even the dirt on his fingernails was cleaned up better than most women.

He took out a wine gourd from the side, unscrewed the stopper, but found that there was no wine in it, so he handed it to Wangyou.

It seems to be treating her like a maid.

However, Wangyou didn't show any dissatisfaction on her face. She took the wine gourd, walked to the edge of the pool where the chessboard was placed, and put the wine gourd into the pool.

gurgling...

The blisters popped up, and after a while, the wine gourd was full.

Wangyou stood up, handed the wine gourd to the old man, and asked softly, "Is there really no third way?"

The old man shook his head lightly: "No."

He stretched out his hand to grab the wine gourd in the opponent's hand, but just as his fingertips touched it, Wangyou turned his wrist, and the water that had just been filled poured down and onto the ground.

The water in the pool blurred, and names appeared on the ground.

There were hers, and there were others.

Wangyou looked at these names and said calmly: "The ranking is gone, it's because you're tired of it, or there's no way to deduce it."

This old man is called Dao Ping.

He ranked the "mythical combat power list" that countless immortals talked about, and no one doubted the authority of this list.

Because the old man himself is the greatest authority, besides the name 'Dao Ping', he also has another name called 'Tianji'!
The heavenly secret must not be leaked, once it is leaked, it will be punished by heaven!

The old man laughed: "You want to know, where is the current empress ranked?"

"I think." Wangyou answered very simply.

"Afraid of dying?" the old man asked.

Wangyou nodded: "I am very afraid of death, because I still have someone I love. If you tell me that my current strength ranks first, then I will have a good chance of surviving."

"Are you deceiving yourself?"

The old man laughed at himself and looked at Wangyou, "You and I both understand that the Elder's Pavilion is not as simple as it appears on the surface, why should we be persistent."

"It's not me who is persistent, but them." Wangyou said.

The old man remained silent.

He lowered his head slowly, let out a long sigh, and erased the names on the ground one by one, leaving only Wangyou's name, Donghuang Ziyue.

"If you are the only one left in the fairy world, you will be number one," said the old man.

Boom!

Suddenly there was thunder in the sky, but there was no dark cloud, only the flash of lightning, which came suddenly, reflecting Wangyou's fair face.

After a long time, she got up and walked to the edge of the pool, drew her sword and picked up the black chess piece, and placed it on the board.

Immediately, the chessboard began to change, and a word 'death' appeared.

"This is my choice!"

Wangyou turned around, took out a red rope to tie her long hair, with elegant and quiet eyes, then raised her sword to the old man.

The old man still did not look up, looking at the writing on the ground.

His eyes wandered, as if he was recalling something, and he said softly: "25 years ago, I went down to the world of ancient martial arts to relax, and I met a couple of lovers by chance, they are both talented people, a gentleman and a beautiful woman, they are a good match.

Out of interest, I made a fortune teller for them and found out that the woman was destined to die.

The number of breaking the catastrophe is actually very simple, as long as they are not together in the future, the woman will be able to live and be rich for a lifetime.

But the lovers would not listen, and although they believed my words, they did not want to part.Thinking that unswerving love until death can break through all disasters.

Later, the woman died, killed by her husband. "

The old man raised his head, looked at Wangyou, and said softly, "You know, what does this mean?"

Wangyou said indifferently: "It means that true feelings can ignore life and death."

The old man shook his head with a smile: "No, it means that fate is doomed, it is doomed, and no one can change it. Even if you see the future, you can only watch it, and you can't change anything.

Just like when I gave you the name 'Wangyou', I already knew that you would kill your sister. "

Wangyou gripped the hilt of the sword a little tighter.

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Master, let's use the sword."

(End of this chapter)