Chapter 382

(I confused the color of the chessmen of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan. The manuscript has been changed. I don't want to wash it out in this chapter, so I put it there first and bow to everyone.)

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Mo Gong understood the meaning of Jing Jiu and said, "the Tao is different."

The main road is ahead, but he can't take that step in the end. That's because he has the world in mind. This is the sacrifice he is willing to make.

Well nine has no opinion on this, just some regrets.

But for Mogong, Jing Jiu could see that he was only one step away from the way of heaven, but it showed a problem, which he had been worried about all the time.

The famous idiot emperor is definitely not an idiot.

"When Shaoyue talked to me about his majesty, I thought he was vague. Now I want to come, he knew that his Majesty was a real genius."

Mo Gong looked at Jing Jiu and sighed, "but for the sake of all the people in the world, I still want to ask your majesty to die today."

The world is heavy, the country is light, and the king is lighter, so you can die.

This sentence seems indifferent, but in fact it is like thunder. It is qualified to be written in history books.

Well nine did not respond, as if he had not heard.

The same is true when Liu is ten years old.

Tong Yan suddenly felt something wrong.

Everything is in his plan.

Even if Mr. Zhang does not want to be the emperor, it takes some time and energy to calm the enthusiasm within the bureaucratic group. Moreover, Cangzhou has prepared a lot of things for the imperial court. When Mogong enters the palace, well nine has no possibility of living. Why can he be so calm now?

Tong Yan's eyes fell on the chessboard and suddenly saw a lot of meaning of birth and death. His right hand subconsciously clenched the wheelchair armrest.

He raised his head, stared at Jing Jiu and said, "it's impossible!"

Well nine said: "there is no impossible."

Tong Yan was silent for a while and said, "since you wanted to kill me from the beginning, Zhuo rusui should have arrived at this time."

Well nine said, "yes, I don't know where he is."

Tong Yan said, "Zhuo rusui is willing to listen to your arrangement, which shows that he has not forgotten those past events, nor has he. Qingshan sect is really great."

He vaguely guessed the identity of the bodyguard of the ungrateful disciple, but there was no evidence.

"Forgetting is not because of the world of mortals, but the power of time."

Well nine said, "if you can't get rid of time, you will always be a slave of time. Green mountain disciples can't be slaves."

Hearing this sentence, Mo Gong thought deeply and said, "the so-called wish is also a yoke. You should take it off like a dress."

Well nine said, "it's also a reason."

Mo Gong looked at the snow Pavilion and found that he couldn't see the depth of the young emperor. He suddenly said, "in that case, why insist? Or there can be a better ending today. "

The voice fell, and the cold wind rolled snow. He disappeared from his place. The next moment he came to the pavilion and his hands fell on Tong Yan's wheelchair.

Looking at this picture, Liu shisui looked slightly Lin and slowly put down his umbrella.

The other side's level is too high. If he shot at his majesty at that moment, he couldn't stop it at all.

Mo Gong pushed Tong Yan's wheelchair to the palace gate.

The wheels rolled over the snow and made a creaking sound, which was not ugly.

"You can give up killing me, but I won't."

Jingjiu's quiet voice sounded under the pavilion.

Mo Gong stopped.

Tong Yan picked an eyebrow and said, "the great scholar won't let you kill me. He wants to be famous in history. He will care about how to record today in history books."

Well nine said, "I don't care."

He didn't care whether it was the records in history books, the ideas of a university student, or anything else.

There were several muffled sounds outside the palace gate, as well as the sound of war.

The eunuchs who had been placed in the palace in Cangzhou for more than ten years fell into the red snow.

With the sound of dense footsteps, I don't know how many bodyguards and forbidden troops surrounded the main hall, and then there was a knock at the door.

"Your Majesty, the outside of the palace is peaceful. Please calm down. Let me persuade Mr. Mo to leave!"

Outside the palace came the old and anxious voice of bachelor Zhang Da.

Mo Gong looked back at Jing Jiu in the snow Pavilion.

Well nine didn't speak.

Mr. Zhang shouted again outside the palace gate, "please think twice! Please think twice! "

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away and said, "he won't let you kill me, nor can you kill me. If I die, King Jing will take his army to the state of Qin. All the resources and strength I have prepared here for 20 years will be handed over to Bai Qianjun. At that time, no one in the world can stop him. You have to admit defeat. "

Well nine said, "I said, I don't care."

Tong Yan said, "even if you win the chess game and kill me, what's the use? In the end, I won the big chess game in the world? "

Well nine said, "you underestimated your importance. The final outcome of this question is between you and me, under the pavilion, not in the world."

Tong Yan was silent for a long time and said, "I feel a little proud to be evaluated by you, but I don't understand why you attach so much importance to me."

"You know, even if you didn't understand it at first, you should understand it at this time. Otherwise, why would you give up such a good opportunity and hint that Mogong will take you away? "

Well nine said: "... And that's why I must kill you."

The child's face was silent.

Yes, it's his idea to let Mogong give up regicide, because he guessed some shocking things. He must tell junior sister about it.

Otherwise, this may have an unimaginable ending.

Unfortunately, he gave up the chance to kill Jing Jiu so decisively, but Jing Jiu didn't want him to leave.

Tong Yan looked at the palace gate not far away and asked, "are you sure you can kill me?"

Well nine is in the snow Pavilion, Liu is ten years old by the pavilion, and Zhuo rusui doesn't know where he is.

Mo Gong pushed a wheelchair. He sat in a wheelchair, only a few steps from the Palace door, and could leave at any time.

Mo Gong is the strongest in the world. No matter how talented the green mountain disciples are, it will only take 20 years to practice even after they were born. How can they be his opponents?

Tong Yan said silently in her heart: even if you can fight yourself, you will die.

Yes, this is the end.

The snow had long stopped, the cold wind roared, scattered the lead like clouds, and the beautiful and cold sunshine fell on the imperial city.

There were faint sounds of fighting and riots outside the imperial city.

The great scholar's anxious voice was outside the palace, but it also seemed to be in a very distant place.

It was quiet around the snow Pavilion.

The real world is also dead.

The practitioners outside the echo Valley looked at the picture in the sky and looked extremely nervous, waiting for the first positive contest between qingshanzong and Zhongzhou sect at the inquiry conference.

Tong Yan said, "let's go."

His voice was calm and steady, just like a guest saying goodbye to his host.

Well nine said, "kill."

There was a slight change in the shadow at the palace gate. A man jumped out of it and cut into the child's face in the wheelchair with a fierce and powerful murderous spirit.

Can Xue is the white cloth on his face, and the shadow is his body.

Zhuo rusui had been waiting here.

From the beginning, Jing Jiu never wanted Tong Yan to leave alive.

Tong Yan looked indifferent. His right hand took out a fire gun from his sleeve and pulled the trigger without hesitation. At the same time, his left hand crushed a Fubao.

He had seen the palace gate for a long time and made preparations for it for a long time.

Mo Gong seemed very confident in the weak King Jing's son, ignored Zhuo rusui and disappeared directly from the back of the wheelchair.

When he appeared again, he had come to the snow Pavilion.

With a dragon's chant, the famous sword came out of its scabbard.

The cold sword turned into a bright light and stabbed forward.

Well nine didn't move.

Liu was ten years old and didn't know when he came to him.

The cold sword broke his chest and came in with a stream of blood, which was only intercepted outside by half.

At the age of ten, Liu didn't give Mo Gong the chance to draw the sword. His hands fell like iron and held the sword body.

He didn't lock Qingqiu, but Chengtian sword.

Blood seeped from between his palm and the blade.

He knew he was not Mo Gong's opponent. He didn't want to fight, but just wanted to leave each other's sword for a moment.

Both sides chose the same tactics, that is to lock the strongest of the other side with their own weak ones.

Just see how long Tong Yan can support under Zhuo rusui's crazy attack, and whether Liu shisui can lock Mo Gong's sword.

Mo Gong felt a wonderful power coming from the young guard's hands, as if he had become a real scabbard and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Since you can't draw your sword, move forward.

With a clear roar, Mo Gong quickly stepped forward. All the cold swords fell into Liu's ten-year-old body, then broke his back and came out, pointing directly at Jing Jiu under the pavilion.

At the age of ten, Liu was bleeding and kept going backwards.

A soft snap.

The cold sword stabbed into the pavilion column.

Well nine is not there.

The snow Pavilion collapsed in the clatter.

Mo Gong looked back with a slight surprise.

Outside the palace gate, the roar has not been cut off, and the pungent burning smell is spreading. In the fuzzy smoke, you can see the blood flying like a waterfall.

The fire gun and Fubao can produce extremely great power.

Tong Yan was born weak in this life and could not go further in the path of cultivation. He made a lot of preparations in this regard and broke Zhuo rusui's arm in one fell swoop. This still can't stop Zhuo rusui from killing him, but at least it won some time. As long as Mogong can kill Jing Jiu and Liu shisui, he can turn his head to rescue him.

Unfortunately, there is no chance. A delicate palm print appeared on the back of the wheelchair. The palm print penetrates the material of fine steel and is directly printed on the back of Tong Yan. The blood scattered like a waterfall comes not only from Zhuo rusui's broken arm, but also from Tong Yan's lips. This is naturally well nine. The question is how did he get there from the snow pavilion? What's more puzzling is, where did he go at this time? Mo Gong suddenly felt a little cold, and then felt very cold, as if countless cold winds were winding his body and mind. He looked at his body and found hundreds of tiny holes oozing blood. Those blood holes are very small, even snow particles can't go in, but the cold wind can go in. Flesh and blood gradually filled those small holes again, but the damage could not be recovered. The real Qi dispersed like silk to the heaven and earth, and so did the vitality. Mo Gong looked at the disappearing blood holes and was puzzled. The emperor's realm was indeed extraordinary, but it was not higher than himself... The cold wind rose again, and Jing Jiu reappeared in the snow with a pale face. Mo Gong stared at him and asked, "how can you be so fast?" This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.