Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 581
When the noisy crowd saw the scroll, there was a moment of silence.

Whether it's excitement, doubts, or people who don't know what happened.

Everyone fell silent for an instant.

Everyone stared at the words on the scroll silently, speechless.

This is a very simple sentence, even a bit out of tune with the chess game, it doesn't seem to be talking about chess at all.But looking at these eight characters, some older people who have experienced war suddenly felt slightly hot in their eyes.

Just after the scroll written by Ying Baoyue was pulled down, the scroll of the loser He Lancheng was also pulled out.

He Lancheng's words are more, and he can understand them.

"After learning the nine chapters of formula formulas and reciting a line of multiplication and division poems, you will naturally know the best skills, and you will be able to answer my teacher."

The poems about chess are used, which can be said to be very suitable for the occasion, but when placed next to the sentence written by Ying Baoyue, even the weight gives people a different feeling.

Especially the people who have read all of these three days, and then read the sentence written by Ying Baoyue, at the moment they were touched, they just felt it.

passionate.

Three days and nights.

The rising sun of the third day came into the sky, and people suddenly realized that this game of chess had been played for three days and three nights.

This sentence written by this woman clearly refers to the battlefield, but suddenly it makes people feel the same.

From the initial guessing of luck, to the unkind prologue and the extremely long middle game, from the reversal of the white chess in the final game, but the girl suddenly became wrong, and then to the time when she was persuaded by countless people but failed. Give up and play the whole game to win the final victory.

A road that is too long and too far.

But she finally arrived here and overcame countless difficulties and hardships.

Did not give up.

Drinking ice for ten years is hard to cool the blood.

This is the most shocking war chess scroll anyone has ever seen.

including him.

He Lancheng, who was sitting opposite the chess board, closed his eyes, opened them the next moment, looked at the girl sitting quietly opposite the chess board, and said sincerely.

"Congratulations."

"You won."

No one has ever made him so convinced.

What's more, he didn't expect that all this would happen to a practitioner lower than his level one day.

But he had to submit, because it was defeated by this seventh-rank cultivator.

It wasn't him, but Tuoba Xun, the fifth-ranked cultivator at the top of the previous war chess competition.

The one who wins is her, and the one who loses is the two of them.

Under the woods where the Northern Wei people lived, Tuoba Xun quietly grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair and remained silent for a while.

Wang Zhusheng looked at him worriedly, thinking that he was sad after losing chess.But the man in front of him with the white silk tied around his eyes seemed to be stunned, as if he remembered something.At this moment, Tuoba Xun asked, "What did she write?"

Wang Zhusheng was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Drinking ice for ten years, it's hard to cool your blood."

"Ten years..." Tuoba Xun repeated in a daze.

Ah, ten years indeed.

It has been almost ten years since he lost his eyes and was nearly thrown to death by his father at the foot of the Great Wall of Eternal Night.

Her ten years must not refer to his ten years, but it hit his heart directly.

He was thinking like this, but at this moment, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"You have become stronger."

Tuoba Xun was startled, then raised his head in a daze.

This voice came not from his side, but from a distant observatory.

He Lancheng stared blankly at the girl sitting opposite the chessboard who suddenly spoke, not knowing what Ying Baoyue was talking about.

Because this sentence was not meant for him.

But to the person who controls him.

You have really become stronger.

This voice is so familiar yet so unfamiliar, but the tone of voice and tone of voice seem familiar.

Tuoba Xun stared blankly ahead, countless memories flooded into his mind for a moment, but the first thing that appeared was the voice that sounded in the darkness.

That day, just when his father was about to throw him off the Eternal Night Growth, and when his feet were hanging in the air and his thoughts were lost, a voice broke into his life.

"Patriarch Tuoba, can you not pick the section of the Great Wall under my supervision to throw your son?"

That is a woman.

"My son's life is at my disposal," he said coldly after hearing his father's whole body shake, "don't bother the princess to worry about it."

He was taken aback when he heard that.

On the Great Wall of Eternal Night, there is only one princess.

That is Princess Zhaoyang.

"A tiger's poison doesn't eat its son, so why does Master Tuoba want to kill his own son," the woman continued.

"The Tuoba family doesn't need disabled people." His father yelled so angrily that he also lost all hope.

Even if you survive today, you will feel hopeless for tomorrow.

Because he is a waste.

"Trash?" But at this moment he heard the young woman chuckle, "Who defined that?"

A pair of warm hands pulled him up from the city wall.

"I'm..." He wanted to say why he wanted to save such a useless person.

"You are not a useless person. One day you will become a stronger practitioner than anyone else." The woman leaned down and said this to the young him.

"People who can't see can also practice."

"It just takes a little more effort than ordinary people."

Those kung fus are countless times of depletion and recovery of true energy, countless times of falling down with bruises and swollen faces, and countless times of getting up alone in the dark.

No one knows his pain and dedication.

But he only wanted one person to know.

"You really, have become very strong."

But now the woman said this to him after playing chess.

Suddenly, big teardrops flowed down from Tuoba Xun's face, soaked the white silk, and fell on the wheelchair.

Outside the Great Wall, the world is eternal night, and his world has always been eternal night.If someone feels that he is running in the dark for a while, he is running in the dark all the time.

Never see the light.

But ten years ago on the Great Wall of Eternal Night, he met a bright moon in his Eternal Night.

That person taught him the art of war, taught him how to use real energy to find the way, taught him not to give up, and let him know that he is not a waste.

But a powerful practitioner.

"Drinking ice for ten years, is it hard to cool your blood?"

Tuoba Xun suddenly laughed, "It's really no match for her."

The person who never gives up in this world is indeed her.

Even after death, she can survive and continue to fight, what else can she not do?

"Brother?" Hearing Tuoba Xun's laughter, Wang Zhusheng was about to ask a question in a daze, but he saw the person in front of him pushing a wheelchair, and suddenly went in the opposite direction to where the Beihan Pavilion disciples gathered.

"Brother Tuoba! The saint is furious and wants you to go over!"

Behind them came the angry voice of the little disciple, but Wang Zhusheng saw that the man who was usually the best at dealing with these things in front of him didn't look back.

"Senior Brother Tuoba! The Holy Maiden wants to accuse you, so hurry up!"

What responded to the little disciple's hysteria was the barrier that separated him from the real essence of a fifth-rank practitioner.

"Brother?" Wang Zhusheng looked at Tuoba Xun beside him in astonishment.

"Occasionally, I also want to have blood." At this moment, Ying Baoyue smiled and said.

Then he turned to look at the little disciple behind him.

"Tuoba Xun broke with the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty starting today, you should report it."

(End of this chapter)