Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 533 Between You and Me, Winning or Losing Doesn't Matter
The next day...

When the first ray of sunlight fell in the morning, the people on the couch slowly woke up, and the fragrance of tea came from the window accompanied by the sound of swords breaking through the sky.

"call--"

With a breath of turbid air being exhaled, Lin Chongyang's state also returned to the best, and he felt relaxed all over, as if a heavy shackle had been lifted.

Of course, this is just an illusion, because that is the path he has traveled, it is a true life experience, and it is also an indispensable part of him.

Facing it calmly is a matter of course for him. Since he chooses to take this path, he should experience these "sufferings".

"People, the most important thing is self-knowledge, and the most important thing is self-control."

With a soft sigh, Lin Chongyang got up and put on his boots, turned over and got off the couch, and stretched.

In an instant, there was an extremely strange trembling sound, like a thunder god beating a drum, like the pulsation of the earth, and like a river rushing and churning. It wasn't until he relaxed again that he regained his calm.

After some washing, Lin Chongyang tied up his hair again and opened the door.

In the courtyard, a figure danced with a sword in hand. He didn't stop when he saw people coming out of the room.

Those who walked out of the room and went to the front of the piano case saw the fire was just red, and the refreshing tea fragrance was lingering, which made people feel refreshed.

First add incense to the Boshan stove on the table, and then light it up. Light smoke floats out from the stove and flows on the stove body, covering the mountains with a layer of mist, and becomes a beautiful place in the morning light. It gets hazy, like a fairyland in Penglai.

Sitting in front of the table, after drinking a cup of hot tea, Lin Chongyang weathered out the Wanhe pine and began to adjust the strings.

The vast sea of ​​clouds, white clouds and dogs, string songs and sword dances complement each other, opening a calm and soothing day.

...Two quarters of an hour later, the piano rested and the sword stopped...

Putting the Tairuo Mountain Sword back into its sheath, Ji Wuxia looked at Lin Chongyang who had changed positions and started to set up the chessboard, and asked:
"Any plans for the future?"

Compared with last night, his mental state today seems to be much better, basically the same as usual.

"The arrangements that should be made were all made yesterday. If there are no accidents, you should be able to relax for a while."

At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang had already set up the chessboard, and then made a gesture of invitation.

After being seated, Ji Wuxia looked at the chessboard and thought about it, dropped a sunspot, and sighed softly:
"If everything in this world can be as clear as black and white like this game of chess, maybe everything will be much simpler."

The white piece landed on the chessboard, and Lin Chongyang said slowly: "Dead things are always simpler than living things, black and white can be distinguished on the chessboard, but black and white in people's hearts are always difficult to distinguish.

For example, prejudice, the prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain, even for me, it is difficult to avoid. "

The Confucian master generously admitted that prejudice and opposition, even at his level, cannot avoid human nature, but the place of expression is different from ordinary people.

"Different positions are destined to make their own choices. However, as a chess player, there are always more choices."

Ji Wuxia borrowed things to describe things, and dropped another son. Her chess skills can only be regarded as mediocre. After all, there is no hobby behind it, and she is not a person who likes to calculate.

"As for chess, I am far inferior to Zonghengzi. He regards chess as a profound art and is willing to spend his whole life studying it.

In order not to be compared by my disciples, I can only find another way and apply another theory. "

Lin Chongyang laughed at himself first, he really didn't study the so-called chess skills and knowledge, then he dropped a white piece and continued:
"Chess pieces, chess players, and bystanders all have their own helplessness.

Chess pieces are involuntary, unable to control their own actions, and can only be at the mercy of the chess player;
No matter how many ideas the spectators have, they cannot influence the player's decision, let alone participate in the chess game;

Chess players seem to have freedom, but if they want to win, they still can't jump out of the established formula for many years. No matter how many choices they have, they are all within the scope allowed by the rules. "

Fighting continued on the chessboard, looking at Heizi who was at a disadvantage, Ji Wuxia said helplessly:

"Dead things are not necessarily simpler than living things."

Being forced into such a situation was not a minority in her past life. Whoever made the Confucianism lack of entertainment, she couldn't practice martial arts and swords all day, so she would naturally get in touch with other things in her spare time.

"People say that things in the world are like a new chess game. However, there are very few people who can overturn the chess board and start all over again."

As he said that, Lin Chongyang calmly sold an opening, which made Heizi, who was originally at a disadvantage, usher in a turning point.

Ji Wuxia didn't continue to pay attention to the outcome of the chess game, and made the moves very casually:
"If so, even if the chess player is changed, the relationship between him, the chess pieces and the bystanders will remain the same as before.

Essentially, that so-called do it all over again, nothing changes. "

What the two talked about was not so much about chess as it was about the current situation of the plight and the current limitations.

The rules include everyone, whether to choose to make subtle changes starting from the present, or to destroy everything again. The two seemingly different paths are closely related to the existence and extinction of the world.

"Moreover, after the game is completed, there will inevitably be winners and losers. No matter whether it is the player or the player on the chessboard, they are not willing to lose."

Even though he said so, the movements of his hands ran counter to what he said. As the chess pieces continued to fight, Heizi faintly equalized.

Then, it happened.

"Oh? Then should you explain it?" Ji Wuxia pointed to the white pieces on the chessboard that were starting to fall into a disadvantage, with a subtle tone.

When the last ball fell, the sunspot flew soaring into the sky, it was already unstoppable, Lin Chongyang let it go to sea blatantly:

"Between you and me, winning or losing is never important."

As the words fell, with the addition of a little true essence, the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard first became all black, then all white, and finally black and white changed, and the outcome was reversed.

Ji Wuxia threw the chess pieces back into the chess box: "If you have the time, why not play a few tricks with me."

"What is metaphysical is called Tao, and what is physical is called weapon. With your current state, it doesn't make much sense to dismantle moves and break styles."

Regarding this matter, Lin Chongyang declined politely, after all, today is different from the past, and then changed the subject:
"Why don't you listen to what happened recently, after I went to the Valley of the Wind in the past..."

What he said at this time is much more detailed than what he said yesterday in Haozheng Supreme Hall, including the bloody case of the Valley of the Wind, the ending of Mian Bian Jia Luo and Fu Zixi, the current situation of the Western Martial Arts, Xia Bodhi and Kai Tian Liu. The king, and the furious Xiao...

There are also some interspersed in it. The countermeasures discussed by their seniors yesterday can be described as comprehensive.

…………

He said he could be free for a while, but with Lin Chongyang's character, how could he be free? After staying on the Defeng Ancient Road for a few days, he planned to deal with some old things according to his previous thinking.

However, the sky did not fulfill the wishes of people, Lin Chongyang had just left the mountain gate when he saw an old friend approaching him.

"Ning Yuan?"

(End of this chapter)