Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

"Oh?"

Yao Guang's smile deepened slightly.

"Then who is this person?"

"There is a young man in Luofu named Lin Si, who is eighteen years old this year. His father was once an advisor in the Yunqi Army, and his mother works in the Tianbo Bureau."

He paused for a moment.

"Last night, he dreamed that the God of Bows drew his bow and shot nine arrows at him."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Feixiao's brows furrowed slightly.

Nine arrows?

She repeated the number.

Jing Yuan nodded.

"Nine arrows, fired simultaneously."

"He caught it?"

Feixiao pressed on, his eyes sharp.

Jing Yuan shook his head.

"No. He was woken up by a fright."

Feixiao's expression turned strange.

Jing Yuan continued:

"In addition, he also saw other star gods in his dream."

"who?"

Marshal Hua spoke for the first time, his voice calm.

Jing Yuan paused for a moment.

"The Harmony Heavenly Lord reached out his hand to him, and the Everlasting Joy Heavenly Lord and the Heaven-Mending Fate Master also appeared."

The atmosphere in the meeting room clearly changed after those words were spoken.

"Harmonious Heavenly King? Harmonious Hippe?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Yao Guang's tone.

"And pleasure and protection?"

Jing Yuan nodded.

"That's why I'm in a hurry to inform you all."

He looked around.

"The Emperor's nine arrows are both a test and an invitation. But what if other star gods are also watching this child..."

He didn't continue.

But everyone understood what he meant.

If a child born and raised in Xianzhou is beaten to it by another star god, then it will be a huge joke.

After a long while, General Fubo was the first to speak.

"Eighteen years old? An eighteen-year-old child, the Emperor's Bow descends as a test after bypassing the ceremony?"

Jing Yuan nodded.

"Exactly."

"What makes him so special? Martial arts? Or something else?"

Jing Yuan thought for a moment.

"His martial arts skills are nothing to speak of. His legs are bad, and he's been in a wheelchair for years. That does contribute to his... well, he's got some."

"Eighteen years old, confined to a wheelchair for years, and with no military experience, yet he was selected by the Imperial Army? Jingyuan, are you joking?"

Jing Yuan shook his head, and was about to reply when Huai Yan slowly spoke up.

"Over the years, I have seen many people chosen by the Star God. There are young talents, old people, merchants and laborers, and even descendants of generals. The Star God never looks at people's background when choosing them, but only at their heart and ability."

General Xu Ling's figure shifted slightly, and a deep voice came from within.

What is the nature of this child?

Jingyuan answered quickly.

"Calm, insightful, and knows when to advance and retreat. Faced with the test of the Emperor's Bow, he was neither flustered nor overconfident."

He paused for a moment.

He said, 'I'll give it a try.'

Feixiao couldn't help but laugh.

"Try it?"

Huaiyan also smiled, a smile tinged with emotion.

"It's rare to see such a young person with this kind of mindset."

Jing Yuan looked at the old man, smiled, and then turned to look at Yao Guang.

"Therefore, I would like to ask General Yao Guang to calculate whether this child has truly received the Emperor's approval."

Marshal Hua looked at Yao Guang.

"Yao Guang, let's do a divination."

Yao Guang nodded.

“I understand your meaning.”

She took out several divination sticks from her sleeve and held them in her hand. At the same time, Jing Yuan also displayed Lin Si's photo and various information on the conference screen.

“Look at this young friend,”

"Is he truly the one chosen by the Emperor?"

Chapter 39 General Tian Shu has arrived; the game is not yet halfway through, but the outcome is already decided.

On the light screen, the divination sticks of Yao Guang moved automatically without wind.

Three divination sticks spun in the air, Yao Guang closed her eyes, and her fingers lightly traced across the star chart. She was waiting, waiting for the divination result to appear on its own.

Then, her expression changed.

It wasn't a predictable change, but rather an unexpected one.

A pure, unadulterated accident.

Has her divination skills improved again?

No, this is not something she can calculate.

This is divination of 'oneself,' speaking.

On the light screen, the image began to distort.

A distant, melodious voice seemed to come from a very far place, or perhaps from the depths of everyone's heart.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, carrying a unique tone characteristic of storytellers, yet more composed than any other storyteller.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we will not discuss General Jingyuan's ingenious use of chain attacks, nor will we discuss General Feixiao's solo breakthrough of the enemy formation."

The meeting room fell silent.

The storyteller's figure slowly appeared.

The face and clothing were indistinct; only a blurry outline could be seen.

He seemed to be sitting in a corner of a teahouse, with a cup of tea and a fan in front of him.

People say that the will of Heaven is hard to defy, but they don’t know that even outside of Heaven, there is still the human heart.

"Today I will tell you a story of a young hero who played a game of chess with the heavens and won by half a move."

The images on the light screen began to flow.

In the midst of chaos, a white-haired youth sat in a wheelchair, with a chessboard in front of him. The chessboard was enormous, as large as the entire world.

His hair was very white, but his face was very young, as if he had just turned eighteen.

On his opposite side, countless figures were constantly changing.

There are humans, there are non-humans, there are physical entities, and there are phantoms.

Faces and figures, like countless lives, gathered before that chessboard.

"This boy was intelligent from a young age, but he was born with a disability in both legs and was confined to a wheelchair."

People say this child's fate is full of hardship, but they don't know that while Heaven's ways may be flawed, the human heart can mend them. Though the body cannot travel, the mind can traverse ten thousand miles.

Fei Xiao's eyes were focused, Huai Yan leaned forward slightly, Xuan straightened up a bit, and General Xu Ling's figure stopped swaying, as if he were listening.

Jingyuan's expression was calm, but something was faintly shining deep in his eyes.

Marshal Hua remained expressionless, but his eyes appeared even deeper than usual.

The old man continued his storytelling, his voice becoming more impassioned.

"This young man uses a wheelchair as his horse and his crippled body as his boat to travel among people and roam the world."

"With unwavering resolve, they inscribed the word 'justice' upon the hunting grounds!"

"From then on, the boy began to play a game of chess with the heavens."

The storyteller's tone became distant and melodious.

"With a single move, youthful spirit soars, daring to challenge the heavens."

On the light screen, the boy moves the first chess piece.

There was no one on the other side of the chessboard.

But everyone could sense what was sitting there.

"The loss of my two sons reflects the plight of the people; I am willing to sacrifice myself for the sake of the nation."

The second piece moves.

A figure appeared vaguely on the opposite side of the chessboard. The face and form were indistinct; one could only sense that it was sitting there.

"The passing of the torch from the third son signifies the continuation of the torch; even in death, the will endures."

The third piece moves.

The storyteller's voice became more passionate.

"Four sons, five sons, six sons, one son after another, each son is the life of this young man, each son is the heart of this young man!"

The images on the screen began to speed up.

The boy's moves became faster and faster, the game became more and more complex, and the figure on the opposite side of the chessboard was constantly changing.

They appeared one after another, alternating.

Some figures are warm, some are cold, some are as heavy as mountains, and some are as ethereal as a gentle breeze.

The storyteller's voice suddenly became low and deep.

"Heaven has its rules, and man has his destiny. The young man played a game of chess with Heaven, and Heaven gave him a nine-piece handicap."

The image suddenly became clear.

The white-haired youth sat in a wheelchair, his long, slender fingers steadily holding a chess piece suspended in mid-air.

On the chessboard, the situation has reached its most critical moment.

The figures on the opposite side kept changing, and with each change, the game changed.