Fu Canglu

Chapter 596 That's it
Perhaps it was because all the light from the cemetery gathered at the Tianmen Gate, the two figures standing outside the ink plate of life and death were shrouded in shadows, looking extraordinarily gloomy, silent and solemn.

"Yes."

"That's fair."

Gu Shengcheng thought for a moment, and said seriously: "This is a fair duel. So if I break the game before you, I will kill you directly."

The person in the dark paused and said, "If you break the game, kill me."

Yi Xiao looked at the corners of the heavy robe that was flying up in the darkness, which was darker than the darkness, with a complex expression, thinking silently in his heart, his lotus pond has withered, and Gu Shengcheng has no cards, so the final ending Maybe both of them died here?
Yi Xiao didn't speak.

He slowly extended a finger.

Gu Shengcheng made the same action at the same time.

The storm of heaven suddenly rises

As two fingers landed on the chessboard, countless sky lights swirled like tornadoes, and the young man in ancient robes flew out again.

If on the chessboard of fate, black and white are old enemies, then the outcome will be decided, and one side will eventually win.

Yi Xiao closed his eyes.

Under the operation of the soul power, all the blood in his body became trembling. This trembling, like a biological instinctive stress response, can stimulate more heat and potential.

"what?"

Sitting in a wheelchair, the young man in ancient robes, in his narrowed eyes, saw mountains and rivers turning, majestic and charged up, glowing with brilliance, but after a moment, he felt a little unbelievable.

After dropping the first chess piece, he could no longer perceive the opponent's mind.

Thoughts on the next step, or follow-up foreshadowing, layout
These are all insensitive.

Not just the one in front of me, but also the chess player on that board.

They are like icebergs that have remained unchanged for thousands of years. Even if mind reading is the strongest chisel in the world, which can break open the solid ice under the iceberg, they can't feel any warmth in the iceberg.

The young man in ancient robe suddenly thought of a sentence, some people seem to be dead even though they are alive.

These two people are like dead people.

The dead have no thoughts.

Except dead people, that is, real idiots.

Why cheat?

become the sea.

The teenager sitting in the wheelchair held the armrests with both hands, curled his legs up, and showed a lazy squatting posture, resting his chin on his hands, looking very interested.

Yi Xiao's pupils were blank.

He didn't think about any chess records, and he didn't show his true thoughts according to any chess records he memorized, memorized, or played when he was young.

A blank, just nothing.

Not even an iota of thought.

The same is true for Gu Shengcheng on the other side.

The sea of ​​souls of the two fell into extreme turbulence, countless pieces of information were picked out, mechanical and dull calculations, countless chess pieces, Tianyuan place, black and white frenzy, one, two, three, four, countless pieces, Each chess piece magnifies like a star, and crashes into the sea of ​​souls, evolving into endless changes.

"Lazi."

"withdraw."

"Again."

"Raisins."

"can."

Yi Xiao seemed to have returned to the sword drinking party four years ago.

That Fengting City.

In a trance, one figure after another appeared beside him.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Tianmen disappeared

The dark wind of the tomb also disappeared.

All darkness, all gone.

In front of him, the ink disk of life and death was still alive.

The chess player sitting in front of him was squatting in a wheelchair, his yellow shirt was shaky, and he lacked a smile. He glanced at him disinterestedly, shaking his head again and again.

That face gradually overlapped with the young master Xiaotao.

But Yi Xiao knew that her opponent was not her.

Nor is it three thousand victories in chess.

In the originally dull and empty pupils, there was a ray of blackness slowly rising and falling, which was a huge black robe like a spider web.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, sits your opponent.

The man had already lost the madness of the past, and stood opposite the destiny chessboard, staring at the huge ink plate, and at the black and white, life and death mixed together on the ink plate.

Yi Xiao suddenly felt that the Gu Shengcheng in front of him, if he had been like this back then, he would have become the protagonist of the reception in Fengting City, calm and steady, with a graceful demeanor, neither angry nor angry.

Space-time splits into one line after another.

Under the feet of the two people, the fluctuation of soul power canceled one stone wall after another, the streamer of Tianmen, the strong wind in the tomb, and the sword energy on the top of the tomb.

Cancellation of all the hustle and bustle.

Even the young man in ancient robes on the opposite side of the chessboard, the opponent he was about to face, was canceled by his soul power.
The two only have eyes for each other.

The bottom of the feet is nothingness, the sky is full of chaos above the head, behind is the eternally solidified clock, the huge swing is ferrying between the long river of time and space, shaking, trembling the nothingness in the sky, it seems that all the mirrors in this world have been shattered, and countless mirrors are shattered , peeling off layer by layer

These were then revoked.

Only every move is irrevocable.

In Yi Xiao's mind, the innumerable chess records in the Qiliang library and the deduced results sounded mechanically and slowly.

"Thirteen. Seven."

"Eleven nine."

"eleven twelve."

This is a deduction without emotion.

Every time the mechanical sound sounded, Yi Xiao's fingers would fall down.

Can't stand him thinking.

He is like a corpse of a dead person, he has handed over all his thoughts to the heavens, and if the withered lotus flower can bloom again, it will be able to burst out the greatest burning flame at this time.

Unfortunately not.

He tried hard to wake up the withered lotus, but to no avail.

The lotus flower withered.

There is no aura, no energy, nothing in the tomb.

If so?

Yi Xiao knew exactly what kind of opponent was on the opposite side of the chessboard.

His move speed is faster than his own, his chess record is more stable than his own, and his mentality is more stable than his own.

If there is no Lianxiang, and the game is fair, Yi Xiao's chance of winning is less than [-]%.

If the withered lotus flower blooms, then Yi Xiao will not hesitate to raise Zhu Lianxiang to the sixth realm.

This is a battle of life and death, and there is no room for neglect.

What Gu Shengcheng has always hated is the unfairness of fate.

In Yi Xiao's mind, the broken picture of Fengting City flashed.

"You are well-clothed and well-fed, so you are born? Gu Mou is struggling, and Gu Mou will die?"

"What's the point?"

"Could it be that I, Gu, was born poor, so I'm not a human being!"

It seems that there is a voice hoarse, screaming in pain about the injustice of fate to oneself.

What aloofness, pride.

He just disdains it.

This world is so dirty, it humiliates him so much, it wants him to die so much.

He had to survive.

Not to mention being a hypocrite, so what if you are a real villain?
What posture does it have, and what effect does it have?

Just survive.

In Yi Xiao's soul sea, as he called again and again, the withered lotus flower showed traces of spiritual recovery.

Disordered thinking flickers like electric current, coming from the long and barren years, spreading and breaking, one black and one white chess piece after another, yin and yang intertwine.

Yi Xiao's eyelids were trembling constantly, and in the depths of the soul sea, a black lotus was waking up.

Even if there is such a trace of awakening, it still cannot wake up this withered flower.

Just like what Gu Shengcheng said, if the lotus flower keeps withering, then the game on the chess scale will always be fair.

What if Gu Shengcheng had this lotus?
Therefore, there will never be fairness on the chess scale.

If there is fairness, why allow mind-reading chess players to scale chess?

this is not fair.

If there is fairness, why can those who have memorized chess records play against those who have not memorized chess records?
It's also unfair.

On the chess scale, there are always only winners and losers.

Or life and death.

In Yi Xiao's mind, the lotus flower trembled slightly.

In desperation, dying blooms.

The lotus flower was in full bloom, and then it was blue and yellow for an instant, then it was bright, then it was golden, and finally it shrank suddenly, turning into pitch black.

Yi Xiao opened his eyes suddenly, the eyes were as deep as an abyss.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

Every chess piece bloomed with the most essential light in Yi Xiao's soul sea.

Simple and unpretentious.

Yi Xiao's fingers no longer trembled.

He began to fall very smoothly.

The young man in ancient robes on the opposite side of the chessboard first laughed, then his face became serious, and became more and more serious, until finally his expression was gloomy.

In his opinion, this kind of person who wants to hide his mind-reading ability to win, even if he succeeds in theory, still needs a lot of deduction if he really wants to beat himself.

But what surprised him was that the chess players on both sides of the chessboard had huge and complex deduction abilities.

The speed of breaking the game on both sides of the chess game was originally unbalanced.

And when Yi Xiao opened his eyes, he read Yi Xiao's mind.

So he laughed for the first time.

Then I couldn't laugh anymore.

The chess game that was supposed to be extremely long, let me enjoy the boring years of the chess game, got an extremely fast advancement after that.

It's just a stick of incense time, and Yi Xiao's finger points on the life and death ink plate, and the circle ripples and faints.

The last chess piece falls!
The chaos above the head flew away in an instant.

The abyss under the feet suddenly collapsed.

It all returned to dead silence.

The soul of the young man in the ancient robe flew away from the ink plate of life and death.

He stared at Yi Xiao and asked a question.

"So, is it interesting?"

Yi Xiao's eyes were dark, and with the insight of Zhu Lianxiang's sixth realm, he saw countless restrictions, which quickly disintegrated as the young man in ancient robes flew away in front of him.

He said softly: "Isn't this the way to break the situation?"

The young man in ancient robe was startled for a while.

Then he smiled.

Then there was the sound of long-lasting laughter.

The laughter alarmed Gu Shengcheng on the other side of the chessboard.

Gu Shengcheng silently looked at the ink plate of life and death in front of him. All the chess pieces trembled slightly and began to be wiped out. In the entire huge Tomb of the Overlord, with 360 exits, except for the one of Yi Xiao, all the others began to tremble slowly.

This labyrinth, like a large formation, locks up Changsheng.

At this moment, eternal longevity is no longer stable.

Yi Xiao took the first step and walked to Tianmen.

In April in the world, grass moves at the gate of heaven.

The wind blows and the sky shines.

He turned around and saw that in the maze behind him, all the stone walls began to collapse. The fish in the pond, which had lived for 400 years, crashed into two stone walls one after another, trying to cross that side of life and death. The ink plate, in the movement of the young man in ancient robes raising his hands and waving his sleeves, smashed himself into blood foam every inch of him tragically.

The wooden devil raised his sword and sang loudly, spattering a puddle of blood foam.

Only Gu Shengcheng stood calmly and indifferently on the opposite side of the chessboard.

He didn't move, but sat down slowly, sitting in the shaking of the sky, the passage behind him was blocked by the falling boulder, and there was no way out.

In fact, he had already lost his way out.

Gu Shengcheng's black heavy robe fluttered restlessly under the wind.

He is as tall as a mountain, with a calm face.

The ink disk of life and death trembled in front of him, collapsed, and blocked the way out.

The young man in ancient robes made of skylight tried to stand up from the wheelchair, but the ancient law suppressed him, so he could only be inferior and looked at Yi Xiao unwillingly.

Yi Xiao lowered his eyebrows.

"I've been here for so long, I never thought it would end like this."

It was very difficult for the young man in the ancient robe to speak in the strong wind.

"I shouldn't have lost."

"But I lost."

No one knows what happened on the chess scale.

The outcome of this game has been revealed, but Yi Xiao doesn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

He looked at the young man in ancient robes and said, "Those who can't play chess can't beat you, and those who are very good at chess can't beat you because one of them doesn't know the rules, and the other knows the rules too well."

"What are the rules?"

"The rule of the chess scale is fairness."

"So you can only play one piece at a time, so you can't regret the game, so if you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose."

"These are basic fairness."

Yi Xiao looked at the young man in the ancient robe sitting in the wheelchair, and asked seriously: "You used mind reading to peek into the other person's heart, which violated fairness, so you violated the rules."

"If the opponent plays two pieces at a time, if you want to win him, you can play three pieces at a time"

"If the opponent regrets the move, then the chessboard will be overturned."

"Look, it's that simple."

"If you want to use mind reading to peek into my heart, then why should I try my best not to let you read? I just want to read to you, read the wrong, stupid, messy, cumbersome, stupid, mediocre Trick, waste trick, break trick."

There was silence in the cemetery.

The sound of collapse came one after another.

No one spoke.

"That's why I did this." Yi Xiao looked at Gu Shengcheng, her voice was dry, as if there was a blade in her throat, and she said hoarsely: "Is it unfair to do this?"

Gu Shengcheng looked at Yi Xiao.

He watched the lotus plants of the sixth realm blooming in the lotus pond. The vitality of Tianmen was almost like fairy energy, irrigating Yi Xiao's head. It is like a river, and finally it is like an ocean.

Restored to its full glory.

Gu Shengcheng remained silent.

After a long time, he wanted to understand all this.

Gu Shengcheng said: "You have driven the Celestial Phase on the sixth floor, why don't you use it on Bachi Mountain?"

Yi Xiao said seriously: "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

"So what about this time?"

"I really don't have aura anymore. There are some things I can't decide, such as this flower planted in the pond, it withered, and then it revived."

After a pause.

"I admit that I tried to wake it up, but I failed."

Yi Xiao looked at Gu Shengcheng and said seriously: "So it's actually fair."

Gu Shengcheng sat at the last exit.

Behind him, one section after another of the corridor collapsed, smoke and dust overflowed, and the sword energy rolled, and it reached three feet behind him, being dragged by the invisible air machine.

Gu Shengcheng laughed softly: "You didn't use a lotus, of course it's fair."

"only."

"I'm a little bit reconciled."

Gu Shengcheng looked at Yi Xiao, he was standing at the gate of heaven, the sky of the gate of heaven flowed, it was extremely dazzling, the spring breeze blew past, and the grass was in April.

Is there a secret that can revive Qiushui?

If I also thought of the easiest way to break the game, what would the ending be like?

Will he hold the sword and kill Yi Xiao immediately?

These are all unknown.

The top of the overlord's tomb collapsed under the endless pressure. Gu Shengcheng let out a muffled snort. The Qi machine could not bear the mountain-like load, and behind him began to slowly collapse.

The young man in the ancient robe watched this scene silently. He sat in a wheelchair and couldn't help but said, "Give up, the tomb collapsed, there was no one to fight against it, and the immortality in the entire tomb was locked up. Now that immortality is gone, why bother to suffer this?" , it’s better to die.”

Gu Shengcheng stubbornly did not speak.

Yi Xiao stood at the place where countless skylights were focused, and his lotus clothes were flying like a fairy. He took a deep breath, lowered his eyebrows and asked in a low voice: "What is there in Tianmen? Is there really a way to resurrect the dead?"

The young man in the ancient robe replied honestly: "I made up this one. Even in this tomb that has been carefully prepared, there is a price for longevity, let alone Tianmen? In this world, reincarnation of cause and effect has its own conclusions. If there can be resurrection of the dead How could the king have remained silent so far?"

When Gu Shengcheng heard these words, the light in his eyes that drove him to support so hard suddenly dimmed.

After hearing the words, Yi Xiao squatted down and silently pulled out the scabbard.

He walked towards Gu Shengcheng slowly.

The "Sword of Heaven's Gate" carried the sword intent of countless years in the Overlord's Tomb, and at this moment the strong wind howled, swallowing all the sword intent into its sheath.

His Highness took a deep breath.

He seemed to have made an extremely difficult decision.

Under the incomparably surprised eyes of the young man in ancient robes, Yi Xiao smashed a sheath in front of Gu Shengcheng, and on the locked chessboard, smashed the chessboard into nothingness, bursting into flames, and bursting out a spider web crack.

Gu Shengcheng looked at Yi Xiao in astonishment.

Yi Xiao clenched the scabbard tightly, and silently smashed it a second time, then a third time, and a fourth time.

On the fifth move, the chessboard shattered
No matter how tough things are in this world, they can't resist the Overlord's sword spirit.

So the chessboard was smashed to pieces by Yi Xiao.

His Highness stood in front of Gu Shengcheng, and there was no longer the barrier and natural moat of the chessboard of life and death between the two of them.

"You shouldn't die like this."

Yi Xiao stood opposite Gu Shengcheng, he was not being kind, nor was he showing mercy, he just felt that this man shouldn't die so uselessly.

He can die of giving up after exhaustion.

He can die in fruitlessness after fighting against the world.

He can die on Bachi Mountain, playing with his own desperation.

The only thing is not to die like this.

"While I haven't changed my mind."

Yi Xiao stared at Gu Shengcheng, he didn't see the slightest emotion from the other's eyes.

No joy, no sorrow, no sarcasm.

Gu Shengcheng was extremely calm.

He broke through the confinement of the ninth rank and ignited the soul fire of the master. At this moment, his basalt heavy robe rattled, and the tombstone that had collapsed was lifted up again by his aura, and the heavy burden could be greatly increased. , overwhelmed his domain meaning and source meaning.

The world is collapsing.

But it couldn't crush Gu Shengcheng's backbone.

He said a few words calmly.

The first sentence is.

"I lost."

A dull monologue followed.

"Even if I enter the Heavenly Gate, what's the point? Whether it's killing people or saving people, I can't do it."

"I'm tired of trying to survive."

"It's enough to endure the humiliation."

"I want peace, no more."

"In that case, let's forget about it."

Yi Xiao's pupils shrank, and he looked at the man in the dark black heavy robe, and said mockingly: "Gu doesn't need charity, he has always been able to afford to gamble, and he has always been able to afford to lose."

The cemetery collapsed, and the boulder fell on Gu Shengcheng's head, and he gave up all his energy to resist.

Just took a deep look at Tianmen.

Then I closed my eyes.

Before dying, this man laughed at himself and said the last sentence.

"I know why you go up Bachi Mountain."

"But I didn't kill Xiao Chongding."

Gu Shengcheng died.

(End of this chapter)