Confession: I am a fat otaku. Why am I crying when a monster comes?

"Heroes from all over the world are witnessing."

"I declare that Taixuan Holy Land has won the championship in this sword-fighting competition."

"In the next ten years, it will be the leader of the four holy lands!"

After the final result was announced, applause and cheers came from all over the mountains.

"Please rest in each peak for one night. Tomorrow, the heroes will compete for the Nether Mountain!"

"All contestants in the sword-fighting competition can participate at the same time, and what they are competing for is the supreme skills found in the ancient ruins..."

"Nine-character mantra magic formula!"

As soon as the voice fell, tens of thousands of people all over the mountains exclaimed.

"I heard that an ancient relic appeared some time ago. It was opened by the four saints. A volume of ancient skills was found inside, which is the so-called nine-character mantra magic formula!"

"The four holy lands have all contributed, and I don't know how to distribute it, so I put it here to compete!"

"Now there will be something to watch tomorrow, perhaps more exciting than today's sword-fighting competition! "

"For that ultimate skill, these people will inevitably fight each other. A real chaotic battle is exciting."

It was already dusk and the conference was over, but the area around Taixuan Holy Land was bustling.

"Daoyan Sect greets Taixuan Holy Land!"

"Tianjian Villa is honored!"

"Shihou Mountain comes to visit Taixuan Holy Land!"

All the major sects came to greet them. After all, Taixuan Holy Land is still the top holy land in the next ten years. They must get closer to each other, right?

As for Chen Nian, he was surrounded by people.

Mu Yun had also been treated like this before, but he was a piece of wood that didn't open up. Chen Nian was different. Seeing how he teased Lin Xian'er, he must be a bohemian man who loves beauty.

"Young man Chen, my daughter is eighteen years old and beautiful. If you are not married yet, you can consider it! ”

“Hey, Mr. Chen, look at my daughter. I have brought her to you. She doesn’t ask for a proper job, and being a concubine is enough!”

“Get out of the way! You only know how to promote your daughter, and I promote myself. Little brother, do you like older sisters? They are still charming~~~”

Outside the crowd, Ji Ya looked at her from a distance and hesitated for a long time, then turned and left.

She didn’t have the face to go to Chen Nian in public and say: Do you remember that you slept with me?

Forget it, with so many confidantes around, and Mu Qingxuan seemed to be close to him, I’m afraid he has already forgotten me!

On that day, all the audience found a place to stay.

So many people, and Although they didn't have a place to stay, they didn't mind using the sky as a blanket to practice for a night. After all, this was a holy place with abundant Xuan Qi!

........

Night.

Luoyang City, a small house on the outskirts of the city.

A man dressed in elegant cloth and looking like a scholar was sitting on a stone table in the yard.

Under the light of the oil lamp, there was a chessboard.

He was playing chess with himself.

After placing a move.

Bo Yi looked at the night sky and said to himself: "At this time, the Sword Discussion Conference should have ended. I wonder how the Taixuan Holy Land is this year?"

"But with Mu Yun here, there shouldn't be any big problems. ”

Go up the mountain with Mu Yun and practice together.

He is a complete loser, and Mu Yun is a complete genius.

But this does not hinder their feelings, but that blockhead only knows how to practice, and does not know how to play chess or love.

Is Jin Shu doing well?

I don’t know if I will have the chance to see her again in this life.

.......

The night of Cangyun Mountain is beautiful.

The bright moon hangs high, and the night wind blows gently through the sea of ​​trees, rustling.

Mu Qingxuan and Jin Shu live in the same guest room, lying on the bed and chatting.

"Senior Sister Jin, since we are all out this time, do you want to go to Luoyang to visit Senior Brother?"

"No!"

"Oh, Senior Sister, why are you so stubborn? We are not going to visit him specifically, but to go to Luoyang to play and meet him. Is this okay?"

"Qingxuan, since that day he left me alone and went down the mountain, I no longer like him. ”

“Okay, I want to go to Luoyang City to see if the storybook I missed last time is back in stock…”

Jin Shu heard this and suddenly took out a book from the storage bag.

“Speaking of storybooks, I had some strange dreams recently and wrote down what I experienced in the dream in the storybook. Do you want to take a look?”

“Hmm? Senior sister, you can write storybooks, let me see it!”

Mu Qingxuan lit the oil lamp and read it under the lamp with great interest.

The story in the storybook is a love that ended without a happy ending.

It is said that the heroine is a little girl without a father or a mother, who is helpless and can only squat on the street to beg for food.

One day, a man who looks like a scholar came to her and said: If you can play a game of chess with me, I will give you a meat bun.

FemaleThe child timidly answered: I don't know how to play chess.

The man said: I can teach you.

Later, the two met each other like this. Over time, the girl grew up and became a young woman, and she also fell in love with the man.

She asked the man indirectly: "Sir, you are not young anymore, have you ever thought about getting married?"

The man smiled and shook his head: "For me, nothing in the world is important, except playing chess."

Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.

The girl became more and more beautiful, and became a folk Xi Shi. One day, she went out to buy vegetables and was spotted by the young prince of the palace.

"The young prince said that he wanted to marry me as a concubine, and I can enjoy wealth and honor in the future." The girl told the chess maniac.

"It's a good thing."

"You... don't have anything else to say to me? If you don't let me marry, I will never marry!"

The chess maniac hesitated for a moment.

The girl's eyes brightened slightly, thinking that he really couldn't bear to part with her.

Unexpectedly, he said, "If you marry into the palace, can you still come and play chess with me often?"

"......"

Since then, the girl disappeared.

She did not marry the young prince, nor did she stay with the chess maniac, but quietly left the city alone.

Until fifty years later, the girl had become an old woman. She followed her memory and found the small courtyard of the year, but did not find the chess maniac.

Later, she asked the neighbors and found out that the chess maniac had died. Until the day he died, he was still playing chess.

The story ends.

After reading the entire story, Mu Qingxuan felt infinite emotion and a bit of sadness in her heart.

"What a sad story..."

"Wait, this man is also a chess fanatic, and my senior brother is also a chess fanatic. Senior sister, you still say you don't like him? I don't think this is a storybook, it's clearly a love letter of tens of thousands of words!"

"No!"

Jin Shu hurriedly explained: "This is my dream, I just wrote down what I saw in the dream, really!"

"Hmph, I will go to Luoyang again someday, and I will definitely show this storybook to my senior brother!"

"Don't... Hey!"

........

On the other side.

Chen Nian was lying on the bed sleeping.

Suddenly, a pink and white handkerchief floated in from the window and landed on the window eaves.

"Oh?"

Chen Nian got up and saw the handkerchief floating outside.

Is this... leading me out?

Interesting.

Chen Nian chased all the way out, and saw a woman waiting for him in the bamboo forest under the night.

The skirt is flying, the figure is graceful,

There is no better fairy than this.

"Miss Lin? You came to see me in the middle of the night. If you don't know, I'm afraid you'd think you're in love with me."

Chen Nian said with a smile.

.......

ps: I guess someone said it's a watered-down story. Let me clarify that the author never deliberately watered down the story. What he wrote are all useful plots.