I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 236: Chess Game (Part )

As Yanyan was thinking, a beam of golden sunlight that passed through the cracks in the forest suddenly became substantial. One by one, it was like long thin lines or sharp steel wires. It started from the sun and was scattered by tiny water droplets in the air. It advanced into the forest at an extremely fast speed and rushed towards Qin Jian. That beam of light had become a sharp weapon that was about to pierce through Qin Jian's body.

But Qin Jian's thumb and index finger moved in the air, and a black thread appeared out of thin air at his fingertips. He slowly pulled the thread out, and the rolling mountains in the distance gradually became shorter, while the black thread in his hand became longer and longer. Yanyan realized that Qin Jian had actually pulled out the ink from the painting. But she couldn't think of what Qin Jian was going to do with the ink, and could only watch as the sharp sword made of light attacked Qin Jian, about to pierce him like a hornet's nest.

Qin Jian stopped drawing, cut the thread, and threw the ink in his hand into the air casually. In the blue sky, a cloud of mist suddenly formed, just covering the golden sun. The light lost its source and naturally lost its power to move forward. It fell to the ground with a ding-dong sound and broke into several pieces, which sounded like broken gold hitting jade, which was pleasing to the ears and eyes.

Yanyan was also confused by this rare beauty for a moment. When the clear echoes in the forest stopped, Qin Jian said, "I have indeed heard of the story of the spirit of the cultural relic devouring its owner, but their situation is different from ours. The Mirror Realm has always been my place, and since I can make you appear, I can naturally make you disappear."

"What a pity! I was just thinking that maybe I could spare your life and use He Si to transform."

The land after the rain suddenly began to rise and fall. Qin Jian lowered his head unconsciously. He seemed to be standing on a lonely boat on the crest of the raging sea, and it was difficult to keep his body steady for a while. The golden light that had just fallen into the forest instantly floated in the air, adjusted its direction with Qin Jian as the center, and aimed at him in unison, as if he was the sun at the moment.

The attack did not start immediately. After those sharp arrows locked onto the target, they stayed in place and stopped moving. Yanyan looked at Qin Jian standing in the center of the sharp blades and asked, "How is it? We played this game of chess when we first met. I wonder if you still remember it."

"Of course, it was a draw at that time." Qin Jian answered lightly. He naturally could not forget the time he was injured in the illusion. At that time, he thought that the bones in the hotel were related to Xiaojiu's bone powder. He took He Si to find out Xiaojiu's life experience, but stepped into the illusion designed by Yanyan - it was also in such a forest, the white lotus in the ancient temple, and the dry bones in the water tank. Just when they wanted to find out the truth, something unexpected happened. But at that time, the rain turned into silver needles, and now, the light turned into golden arrows.

"Why do I remember that I won?" Yanyan chuckled and said, "Letting the dragon energy of Panlong penetrate into your body was the starting point of my plan. After that, monitoring you and controlling the mirror domain became easier than ever before. But I didn't expect Guan Zihe to be so powerful..."

Yanyan paused as she spoke, and she obviously thought of the backlash that Guan Zihe had caused her when he cut off the dragon energy while healing her wounds. But she immediately came out of the pain and said dimly, "It's a pity that your injuries haven't fully recovered until now, otherwise the vampire wouldn't have taken a double image of you. That blurry image is exactly the scar I caused you."

"If there was no shadow, Deng Yizhi would probably not have found an excuse to act. That act, which was supposed to convince He Si but was actually to deceive you, was all thanks to the seed you planted at the beginning," Qin Jian looked at Yanyan's unhappy face and continued softly, "When playing chess, you should not look at the gains and losses of a single piece, but the overall situation. From the moment Doctor Guan treated my wounds and cut off the dragon's body, you started to go downhill."

"So I said I don't know how to play chess," Yanyan adjusted her posture, "but I heard that chess is like life, so there should be a connection between the beginning and the end. Let me help you recover your memory of the first time we met."

The gloomy words suddenly stopped. The golden sword hovering around Qin Jian had been waiting for this opportunity. At this moment, it could finally burst out with the accumulated kinetic energy and stab at his body from all directions at the same time, but Qin Jian remained as motionless as a mountain.

A ball of golden light ignited around him, and from the inside out, it was as if he had built a golden body, which was particularly dazzling. The golden sword carrying the force of thunder did not hesitate and plunged into the ball of light, but the momentum was not sustained. The moment it came into contact with the ball of light, the army that was still unstoppable in the previous second disappeared silently without even a ripple, as if it had never appeared.

Water will disappear in water, light will disappear in light, and the murderous intentions will disappear into thin air, leaving only a little burnt ash on Qin Jian's fingertips. After the rain, the breeze blows gently, and it blends into the forest, and it is difficult to find a trace. But strangely, Yanyan's face did not show any frustration, but Qin Jian's calm face had cracks. His hand slowly dropped, and a drop of blood dripped down his ring finger, sliding across the tip of a green grass that was already bent by the dew, and quickly disappeared into the wet soil.

For the first time, Qin Jian's eyes showed confusion. He frowned, as if mumbling to himself, or as if asking Yanyan: "Why?"

"You can't fall in the same place twice," Yanyan raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a proud look: "I told you that I'm helping you recover your memory of our first meeting..."

"It's water, it's a silver needle." Qin Jian's eyes moved away from the wet sky and earth after the rain and came to his injured hand. He found the thing that hurt him, but he still didn't know how Yanyan did it - completely avoiding his perception of the mirror domain.

"The first move is called 'repairing the plank road in the open while marching through Chencang in secret'. But even if I don't tell you, you know it. After all, I just used it today. On the surface, you fell into my trap, but in fact, you secretly led me into your trap. Speaking of this move, you are more skilled in it than I am. As for the second move..." Yanyan paused before saying, "It's called 'hiding the clues in the grass and hiding the veins for thousands of miles'. It is the most skilled technique for us writers."

"Wuxin Sanzhuo pen."

"You are worthy of being Teacher Qin," Yanyan said, and a pen appeared in the palm of his right hand. The handle was made of bamboo, slender and simple. It was not the pitch-black color seen in the previous dream, but it had a more quiet and profound meaning.

"This pen is not a thing of fantasy or dream."

"I never said that this pen was an illusion," Yanyan smiled slyly, "You have always told me that this pen was given to me by the Reverse Sitting Avalokitesvara to save me from the illusory dream."

"Calculate every step, and be cautious at every step." Qin Jian thought of Fan Yu's evaluation of Yanyan - I am not a grudge. He greeted me with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and it seemed that his emotions were hanging on a thread, but he was still able to secretly set a trap under my feet. He didn't look like a novice. He shook his head, and the copper movable type was already turning at his fingertips.

"You haven't given up yet? It seems that you have completely forgotten what kind of settings I wrote with this pen, and you just agreed to it."

Qin Jian suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He remembered that it was just like a chess game. One wrong move could lead to a complete loss. At this moment, Yan Yan also picked up her brush and started to write. The spirit of the mountains and rivers, the energy of the rivers, everything in the painting was reorganized into lines and absorbed into the small space at the tip of the brush. The ink slowly penetrated the wolf hair. She wanted to write the final ending - if I add such a setting, you will never be able to defeat me.

Dark clouds were overhead, the wind was howling, sand and rocks were flying, lightning and thunder were roaring. At the critical moment, the two people in the painting suddenly heard a gentle but irresistible voice: "So, what about me?"