Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 563 Shadow
"What's going on with He Lancheng's appearance?"

Meng Shi was not the only one who noticed the mutation, Jiang Yuanyuan on the high platform also noticed it for the first time.

There was no other reason why it was so fast, but Ji Jiashu had been staring at He Lancheng after Tuoba Xun left.

Jiang Yuanyuan was still wondering what kind of charm He Lancheng had that could make this kid not even look at his fiancée, but he didn't expect that he didn't see the charm, but only saw the man's sweaty face.

The weather is indeed hot, but all practitioners have the body protection of true energy, how can they sweat so much just sitting there playing chess?

"What's wrong with He Lancheng?" Jiang Yuanyuan asked in confusion, "The chess player burned his brain out?"

Contrary to He Lancheng's strange appearance, the chess game on the chessboard is in full swing, and Bai Zi can even see the demeanor of a master with ease.

"It's not him." Ji Jiashu said, clenching his fists tightly under his sleeves.

"No?" Jiang Yuanyuan wondered, "Is he okay like that?"

"No, that's not what I mean," Ji Jiashu shook his head, "I mean..."

He looked at the chess game on the No. [-] chessboard, and said word by word, "This person is not him."

"It's not him who is playing chess at this time."

"No?" Jiang Yuanyuan suddenly turned his head to look at the figure of He Lancheng who was sitting in front of the chessboard and holding the chess pieces in his hands, to confirm that he was not dazzled.

"Who else could it be if it's not him?" Jiang Yuanyuan frowned, "The one sitting there is himself, and the one who puts the chess pieces is his own hand."

Even a marionette doesn't look like that.

"The one sitting there is indeed He Lancheng," Ji Jiashu closed his eyes and said, "but the chess player is Tuoba Xun."

The chess player is Tuoba Xun?

Jiang Yuanyuan's pupils shrank.

Which one is this?
Although Tuoba Xun was called away just now, he had already guessed what the Northern Wei Saintess was going to do, but he didn't expect such a thing to come out.

"Then...then what's going on here?" Jiang Yuanyuan stared at He Lancheng who was fidgeting on the stage, "You mean this person is actually Tuoba Xun? Disguised?"

"How is it possible..." Ji Jiashu looked at him speechlessly, and the next moment his eyes became serious.

"Like I said, the person sitting there is He Lancheng himself," Ji Jiashu said, "but He Lancheng should already be under control."

"Control?" Jiang Yuanyuan asked in astonishment, "How did you do it?"

"I don't know the details, but Beihan Pavilion has always been good at controlling disciples," Ji Jiashu said quietly, "I can only guess a few possibilities."

"He Lancheng has a specific sound transmission technique," Ji Jiashu said, "It's a bit like shrinking a fixed barrier, and at a distance of more than [-] meters, the sound can be transmitted to only one person."

Jiang Yuanyuan's eyes widened. At this time, the position of the chessboard in the lotus platform and the people outside was no more than [-] meters away.

"So he passed the chess moves to He Lancheng in this way, and asked He Lancheng to follow his dictation?" Jiang Yuanyuan asked.

"It's possible," Ji Jiashu said.

"Then..." Jiang Yuanyuan didn't expect such bizarre things to happen, but doing so was obviously against the rules.

"You don't go..." He looked at Ji Jiashu and was about to speak but stopped suddenly.

He wanted to ask this person, as an examiner, if he was not going to expose this kind of behavior, but he suddenly realized that if the sound transmission process was similar to a barrier, then this kind of evidence is dead wrong.

After all, whether the true essence or the barrier is invisible to the naked eye, as long as the practitioner revokes it, everything will disappear without a trace.

"If he wants to do it, he can do it perfectly." Ji Jiashu looked up at the gradually darkening sky.

Who he is is beyond words.

Thick darkness enveloped the entire Danghu Mountain.

"Has he still no choice?"

Ji Jiashu spoke softly, and the boy's voice gradually faded away in the night.

……

……

In fact, he still tried to choose.

When the environment on the lake and mountain was quite special, it was really impossible to build a private room. At this time, the Beihan Pavilion of the Northern Wei Dynasty and a group of people were all under a giant tree. There was a carpet under the tree, and many lanterns were hung on the tree.

The Beihan Pavilion disciples were all chatting and laughing around a young girl under the tree, except for Tuoba Xun and Wang Zhusheng who had just returned, at the edge of the crowd near the Lotus Terrace.

"Brother... Do you want to wipe it?" Wang Zhusheng watched Meng Shi playing chess, and finally couldn't help asking Tuoba Xun.

The man in front of him was sitting in a wheelchair with his back to the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty, with a calm expression, but the front of his gown was wet in a large area, which was particularly conspicuous under the light.

"No need, it's hot, it will be done soon," Tuoba Xun said flatly.

Wang Zhusheng still wanted to say something, but not far away, Meng Shi made another move, he immediately stopped talking and reported Meng Shi's chess move.

This seemed to be the same as what he did on the examiner's platform before.But after what just happened, Tuoba Xun no longer asked him to report the chess game between Ying Baoyue and Mo Hua, but only reported the position that Meng Shi placed in another game.

And just after Meng Shi finished playing, Wang Zhusheng looked at Tuoba Xun and spoke softly, the voice was so small that he couldn't hear it clearly even when he was standing beside him.

But just after he finished speaking, He Lancheng on the lotus platform also made a son.

Wang Zhusheng lowered his head slightly, and he naturally knew why.But at this time, he didn't care about the chess game, and his eyes were still attracted by the wetness on Tuoba Xun's chest.

Not only was it wet, Tuoba Xunyue's white summer shirt was also stained with brown tea stains.

Show the origin of this stain.

The wetness on Tuoba Xun's chest was smashed by the saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty with a teacup.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, when he pushed Tuoba Xun here, all eyes were on them.

When the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Tuoba Xun talked secretly, a barrier was added, and no one knew what they were talking about.

Wang Zhusheng saw Tuoba Xun raised his head slightly, as if recalling something.

Recall who, recall what words.

Then he heard Tuoba Xun's last words.

"Bingqing, this time I don't want to..."

This sentence is not finished yet.

With a bang, there was a cracking sound of a teacup.

Everyone was startled when they heard the sound and looked over, only to see their senior brother dripping tea all over his body.

"Did anyone tell you anything?"

Xu Bingqing, who threw out the teacup at the moment He Lancheng said he didn't want to, looked slightly cold, "Who gave you the courage to reject me?"

There was a dead silence under the tree.

All the disciples were too frightened to speak, let alone go forward.

Tuoba Xun stretched out his hand and slowly picked off the tea leaves on his chest one by one, without answering her question.

"As long as your surname is Tuoba, don't want to be free." Xu Bing said calmly.

"But to do that, the distance is a bit far." The next moment Tuoba Xun paused and took a deep breath.

"That depends on your ability," Xu Bingqing smiled and said, "If you can't even do these things, then I can only let my mother find someone else."

"You're useless." Her smile couldn't reach her eyes.

Tuoba Xun didn't answer, but stretched out his hand and rolled the wheelchair to the edge of the crowd and grass.

Wang Zhusheng hurriedly followed, and then he looked right after Tuoba Xun stopped at this place.

The scene of He Lancheng turning against the wind on the lotus platform appeared.

From the first move of the reversal to the present, Baizi's advantage has become bigger and bigger, and the excitement of the surrounding people is getting louder and louder under such a wonderful reversal.

But because it is impossible for chess players to play their own chess and watch other people's chess, the chess player on the No. [-] board does not know what happened on the No. [-] board.

Ying Baoyue was clearly feeling the strength of the young man named Mo Hua sitting opposite her at this moment.The boy on the opposite side seemed to have the same feeling. The two of them tried to be cautious in their chess game, and they did not miss every move.

However, when Mo Hua stretched out his hand to grab the chess piece, suddenly a chess piece fell from his fingers and rolled to the ground.

Ying Baoyue, who was thinking about the chess strategy, was startled, only to hear the young man in front of him speak for the first time, but it was an angry voice that didn't match his cold appearance.

"That bastard!"

Mo Hua held the edge of the chessboard and suddenly cursed.

(End of this chapter)