Chapter 512: Cannot Eat

An hour later, Wei Yuan left, leaving behind Su Su Xuejing, whose sword heart was shattered, and Shangguan Shangguan Qianmo, whose sword heart was even more transparent.

Su Su Xuejing closed his eyes tightly, his mind full of the chess records of the game just now. The two played seven games together, and not a single one exceeded a hundred moves. Wei Yuan's chess style was extremely barbaric and unreasonable, provoking fighting from the beginning, and not giving an inch, fighting all the way to the end.

After seven games, Su Su Xuejing felt that it was completely like seven street fights, the kind that didn't use any tricks or Dao arts.

In fact, from the second game, Su Su Xuejing had already sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't stand Shangguan Shangguan Qianmo fanning the flames on the side, and Wei Yuan's falling pieces didn't look like he had practiced chess at all, so he was unwilling to give up, and he was stubborn, so he played seven games in a row without knowing it.

Now that Wei Yuan was gone, Su Su Xuejing felt more and more that something was wrong.

Wei Yuan's falling pieces had neither fixed patterns nor ancient scores. So at first, Su Su Xuejing subconsciously identified Wei Yuan as a novice. But after losing seven games in a row, Su Su Xuejing already understood that based on the comparison of the two sides' chess skills, he was afraid that he would have to play a handicap game against Wei Yuan.

Su Su Xuejing considered his chess skills to be only a line away from a true national master, but he actually had to be handicapped against Wei Yuan?

He suddenly looked up and said to Shangguan Shangguan Qianmo, "Did you win when you played against Wei Yuan last time?"

Shangguan Shangguan Qianmo smiled brilliantly, "Of course I didn't win. However, every game didn't go to the end, just like the master uncle this time."

Su Su Xuejing instantly understood what was going on, his face as black as a pot, and shouted, "What else are you hiding from me?"

"Master uncle has eyes like torches! There is indeed one more thing, and that is this Wei Yuan, who is the one who played the ten graffiti games."

A flash of lightning crossed Su Su Xuejing's mind, and all things were connected! No wonder Wei Yuan could easily defeat himself with a pile of dull moves, stupid shapes, and unreasonable hands. No wonder he had to play a handicap game.

But just thinking about how he had wanted to play three instructional games of chess against the contemporary Chess Immortal, Su Su Xuejing instantly had the urge to disintegrate his cultivation on the spot; his Sword Heart felt as if it were covered in a layer of lard.

He glared at Shangguan Shangguan Qianmo fiercely, his figure like wind passing through floating sand, gradually fading, and disappeared.

Shangguan Shangguan Qianmo hugged the pillow and fell backward. Today the sword heart is transparent, suitable for sleeping.

Wei Yuan sensed Su Su Xuejing's disappearance, not knowing if he had really left or was hiding. However, chess was really not something Wei Yuan could control. Now there were 400,000 mortals in the Human World Fireworks, and they were still increasing, and his chess skills had greatly increased, far better than when he played the ten graffiti games.

Now that there was still some time, Wei Yuan inspected the camps one by one to check the training situation of the refugees. Just after seeing the second camp, Wei Yuan suddenly felt a move in his heart and looked toward the east.

Four strands of purple Qi came at a speed that was almost impossible to track and fell into Wei Yuan's consciousness sea!

Four strands of Yu Jing Qi luck at once?

Wei Yuan's painstaking arrangements in the past finally had results. If there were no accidents, it wouldn't be long before Qingming would have four more Yu Jing strong reinforcements.

Although they couldn't stay for long, Wei Yuan could always think of ways to let them stay for a few more days. Just like the chess game that was played to 199 moves last time, he could play one more move, and that would be a new score.

Among the four strands of purple Qi harvested, two were clearly thick, and the other two were somewhat weak and dim. Wei Yuan couldn't distinguish which strand of Qi luck came from whom, so he put them aside first.

After inspecting all the camps, Wei Yuan looked up at the sky and frowned immediately. In the past, it should have been bright at this time, but today the night was still deep.

In the dense darkness, it seemed that some huge danger was brewing.

Everywhere in Qingming, people kept looking at the sky, and then the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared. Gradually, everyone discovered the abnormality of heaven and earth, and fear was revealed in their eyes.

A huge iron curtain formed at some point, constantly expanding in all directions, isolating the sun, moon, and stars, and blocking the gaze of the monsters outside the sky, leaving only increasingly dense and desperate darkness for the world.

This was a change at the level of the Great Dao. Compared to clouds covering the sun or blood staining the firmament, its status was countless times higher. Although it was only a temporary change, such means were not something ordinary immortals could have.

Wei Yuan's mind moved, and bells, drums, and horns sounded everywhere in Qingming. Large groups of mortals who had just prepared for training received orders to go to the designated battle line to prepare for battle.

One by one, Primordial Beginning Palace cultivators flew up and flew in all directions in the dimness. Yu Yu Zhizhuo commanded the cultivators to urgently send carts of illumination bombs to various battlefields, and at the same time, changed the illumination bomb heads for the missiles on the spot, busy to the point of flying.

At this time, the Shaman tribe had repaired the canal to a place 150 miles away from Qingming. At this distance, the large army could reach Qingming in an hour of rapid marching. The scouts sent out for reconnaissance brought back news that the Shaman tribe's large army had come out in full force and simultaneously launched ten altars.

The iron curtain in the sky was still expanding, and the Shaman tribe's large army on the ground was slowly approaching. The world was almost in absolute darkness, and only the eastern sky still had some light.

In Ganzhou, the boy suddenly pulled the hook, the fishing line was pulled straight, and he raised the rod twice, but he couldn't pull the thing from under the water.

He didn't raise the rod for the third time, but a scene appeared before his eyes.

A ten-year-old boy dressed in simple clothes was practicing martial arts, sweating all over. Several boys and girls of the same age, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked over and said mysteriously, "We found a precious herb that can increase the Primordial Spirit! Let's go treasure hunting tonight, do you want to come together?"

The boy was originally reluctant, but after being instigated by several people, he agreed.

The scene changed to night, and several boys moved silently in the mountain forest. Suddenly, a mountain cave appeared in front, and at the entrance of the cave was that precious herb. The simple boy approached slowly while being vigilant against the naturally guarding monster beast, but didn't notice that the other few boys had disappeared.

Just as he successfully reached the cave entrance, the surroundings were suddenly illuminated by the strong light of a spell, and the scenery changed. Where was this some wild mountain and field? It was clearly a meticulously tended herb garden!

The scene suddenly became blurred, torches were shaking everywhere, and figures were moving, with countless sounds mixed together.

"How could he come to steal spiritual medicine?"

"His family is so poor, what can't he do?"

"Such good talent, but he had to do this kind of thing, it's a pity..."

In a daze, the boy saw his three companions in the crowd, one of whom was his best friend. At this moment, there was excitement and pride in their eyes.

When the boy was escorted past them, a thin voice came: "Lv Changhe, don't blame me. With you here, I will never become a personal disciple."

The scene froze, and only the last sentence echoed repeatedly.

The fishing boy sighed in his heart. This was the biggest temptation he faced back then, and also the first unforgettable memory in his life. That day buried all the innocence, friendship, and sunshine of his childhood.

He suddenly put down the fishing rod and said to himself, "It seems this fish is not something I should eat."

He dispersed the image and summoned his attendants, saying, "Mobilize the second-line troops, deploy them all to the southern border, and keep an eye on the Xu family. Keep 40% of the troops in the north."

The attendants took the order and left.

The boy looked toward the direction of the Jin Prince's capital and said lightly, "Your little tricks here are also getting more and more numerous. Fine, I will give you another chance to see what you can stir up."

Time slowly approached noon, but Qingming was still in the middle of the night. At this time, there were lights everywhere, and there were several winding fire dragons on the ground, leading all the way to the front line.

Everyone felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts. The change in the Great Dao of heaven and earth made the magic power of the cultivators unstable.

With the war imminent, Wei Yuan was busy checking the combat readiness of the subsequent troops when suddenly a sharp and strange voice came from the distant sky: "Wei Yuan! I have 3,000 years of life, come to meet you!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 513 =====

Yet the Azure Void Realm had not yet recovered as before, and half of Ding'an City was exposed outside the realm.

With a great battle imminent, Wei Yuan was stepping up inspections of the combat readiness of the follow-up troops when suddenly, a sharp and strange voice came from the distant sky: "Wei Yuan! I have three thousand years of lifespan, and I have come to meet you!"

(End of chapter)