Sword Immortal, she convinces people with reason

Ying Xiaoxing didn't care, pointed to the chess box containing Moyu chess pieces, and said, "Little friend Lin, please."

Lin Yige's interest in cultivating all kinds of arts is mediocre, and his chess skills are really not superb.

Anyway, you will lose, there is no difference between black and white.

It's just that every depression is even lower.

Her chess skills are indeed far better than Wen Zongyi's stinky chess basket.

Lin Yige calmly picked up a sunspot and landed it on the star position on the right hand side.

Two fingers with thin calluses picked up a white piece and landed next to the black one.

There is silence in the cold pool and water pavilion, only the crisp sound of jade chess pieces falling on the chessboard.

……

Half an hour later, the white pieces on the chessboard were encircling, blocking the black pieces in a corner of the chessboard.

At the border between black and white, there is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei, and it is difficult to find a place to settle.

Lin Yige held the chess pieces in thought for a while, undecided.

Ying Xiaoxing shook the feather fan lightly, seeing the female cultivator's expression changing, she didn't know what she thought of, suddenly chuckled lightly, and said, "Little friend Lin, you've been thinking about it for a quarter of an hour."

Wen Zongyi looked at the horrific battle situation on the chessboard, and persuaded him: "Little friend Lin, otherwise you should admit defeat!"

Lin Yige frowned and glared at Wen Zongyi. Is she the kind of person who gives up lightly?
Besides, why do you win if you occupy more eyes?

Her sunspots are not dead yet, and she can fight again!
Wen Zongyi was stared at by her, and hurriedly looked away, looking at the sky and the earth, his eyes wandering.

Ying Xiaoxing put the three white stones on the chessboard with a smile, conceded the loss, and said, "Forget it, I'm the loser."

Lin Yige was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out, "Why did you admit defeat?"

Wen Zongyi looked at Ying Xiaoxing disapprovingly, and muttered: "You never let me win..."

Ying Xiaoxing shook her feather fan, squinted at the female cultivator, and said, "Lin Yige, are you still pretending?"

……

Wen Zongyi and Lin Yige looked at each other, shook their heads and denied: "Ying Xiaoxing, your eyes are really bad, why did you recognize the wrong person!"

Ying Xiaoxing became more and more sure of his guess, and teased: "How could I not recognize Yige? Wen Zongyi, you were dressed in a Confucian shirt with a long beard on your face, I really didn't dare to recognize it!"

When an old friend whom he hadn't seen for more than a hundred years mentioned the pain in his heart, Wen Zongyi remembered the "Hundred Years of Love" sent by his old friend, and immediately lowered his face: "That's not for you to see!"

"Ah, yes, yes, it is for Immortal Wu Lan!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Lin Yige interrupted, "How did Chang Geng see it?"

In order to avoid mistakes, she hardly spoke from the beginning to the end.

After thousands of years, although her chess skills are quite rusty, she also avoids her usual chess moves.

It wouldn't be because he refused to admit defeat for a long time, so he concluded that she was Lin Yige, right?

Ying Xiaoxing shook the feather fan lightly, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you don't know that when you play chess, you always make some small moves. And you are the only one who refuses to admit defeat when you are at a disadvantage, and you, Lin Yige, are the only ones !"

Lin Yige was slightly startled, looked at Wen Zongyi, and confirmed: "When I play chess, do I make small moves?"

Wen Zongyi blinked innocently, "How do I know? However, when Master Wu Lan plays chess, he likes to play with three chess pieces in his hand..."

Lin Yige waved his hands and said in disgust, "Wen Zongyi, you're done..."

Ying Xiaoxing put away the pieces on the chessboard with a wave, and complained: "Lin Yige, you are so cruel, why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

Lin Yige smiled a little guilty, thinking that Confucianism Cultivators have "dark hearts like ink", so there is nothing to worry about.

Thinking of her Green Bamboo Sword Talisman, she looked serious and asked back: "Then...why did Chang Geng give the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman to Wen Zongyi?"

Ying Xiaoxing held up her feather fan in silence, covering the wry smile on her face, and then said: "I have betrayed the Wenxin Academy, and the Wenxin Academy has also expelled me."

Lin Yige and Wen Zongyi looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Ying Xiaoxing explained in a light tone: "I left the Wenxin Academy not to help the world, but to save myself. The disciples of the Wenxin Academy blocked their cultivation, entered the world to experience, and didn't want to plead for the people. , As a result, in the two prefectures of Qingyan and Yanzhou, the ceremonies collapsed and music broke down, chaos arose everywhere, and the people were in dire straits. Women and children were humiliated, and death was food..."

Unfinished meaning, needless to say.

Seeing this purgatory on earth, Ying Xiaoxing had no choice but to prevent the elders of Wenxin Academy from interfering with the decadent rules of mortal disciples.

She suffered day and night, and in order not to fall into the evil way, she had no choice but to betray Wenxin Academy.

Lin Yige thought for a while, and said, "Then there is no need to send the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman to the Wen family! You carry the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman with you, and if you encounter any problems, you can still ask my elder sister for help!"

Ying Xiaoxing shook her head, and said: "The price of betraying Wenxin Xuegong is very high. I was afraid that I would not be able to protect the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman, so I had to excuse Patriarch Wen."

As for using the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman, she never thought about it.

After all, this is a "relic" left by a friend!
Wen Zongyi looked at Ying Xiaoxing, whose cultivation base was comparable to his own, and asked, "Isn't it to strip away Wenxin by rebelling against the Wenxin Academy? But I think you are fine..."

The Wenxin of the disciples of Wenxin Academy is similar to the spiritual roots of ascetics, only one is the talent to comprehend Confucianism, and the other is the ability to feel the aura of heaven and earth.

Ying Xiaoxing looked at the mist on the cold pool, and sighed softly: "It is the teacher who risked his life and suffered for me..."

The teacher Ying Xiaoxing mentioned was like the master of the cultivator. She was once the daughter of a Confucian cultivator in the Wenxinxue Palace, and she also joined the Wenxinxue Palace later.

It's just that the Confucian cultivator's Wenxin quality is not high, far inferior to his disciple Ying Xiaoxing, so he has never had a sense of presence in the Wenxin Academy.

Ying Xiaoxing was only sentimental for a moment, then put away all emotions, and said calmly: "This is all in the past. I was going to come to Wen Zongyi to get this Green Bamboo Sword Talisman back."

After all, Ying Xiaoxing reached out to Wen Zongyi for the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman.

"I'm the co-author to help you take care of it?" Wen Zongyi took out the lacquer box cursingly, and put the whole thing in Ying Xiaoxing's hands.

Ying Xiaoxing took out the words "Hundred Years of Love" from the lacquer box and gave it back to Wen Zongyi, "What nonsense are you talking about? This wording took me a lot of skill, it's kind of like a donkey's liver and lungs!"

Wen Zongyi caught the "Hundred Years of Love" and was taken aback for a moment, "What do you mean? You mean, Master Wu Lan and I couldn't have a "Hundred Years of Love"?"

Ying Xiaoxing smiled but said nothing, only took out the Green Bamboo Sword Talisman from the lacquer box and put it away, then winked at Lin Yige.

The words and writings of Confucianism Cultivators contain a kind of power that cannot be underestimated, also known as "word spirit".

The higher the cultivation level, the more skill you pour into it, and the more it can come true.

However, Wen Zongyi seemed to have realized something suddenly, and quickly put on a smiling face, pulled out a ring from his hand, and said, "Ying Xiaoxing, how about writing another word for me, 'Broken Mirror Reunited'? "