V4.Chapter 143

The end is also a deadlock.

Any chess game will be deadlocked in the end.

In the end, the situation seems clear, but there are endless variables hidden in the remaining pieces, subtle and obscure.

So whether the chess game is fierce or peaceful, whether the chess style is fierce or forbearance, when it comes to the endgame stage, it is the situation created by the players.

No matter how the situation looks to outsiders.

Only chess players will know what all this means.

There are not many pieces on the chessboard.

Most of the soldiers were killed.

The Prime Minister of red chess is disabled.

The duets of black are still guarding.

There are still horse guns in red chess, so far, it can be said that it is the most powerful mace.

But black several pawns across the Chuhe Han boundary, step by step in the line with a strong sense of oppression.

Bai Zhanfang sat down on the sofa and said nothing.

When the endgame reaches this point, the role of the chess pieces is not big, and the control of the chess game is the key to success.

The two old chess players were very patient, thought long, settled carefully, and kept quiet step by step.

No matter how broken the situation is, all they want is victory.

Those pieces that are thrown out of the chessboard before the victory play an important role. Since they are out, it is not important for the victory or defeat.

Bai Zhanfang watched silently.

Time goes by.

The old people at both ends of the chessboard are moving more and more slowly. The pieces on the chessboard are gradually less and less, and the large blank area reveals only dignified.

"Draw."

Bai Zhanfang, who has been watching chess, finally opens his mouth.

He didn't know the mind of the chess player, but he saw the result of the game clearly.

"For the underdog, a draw is a victory."

The old man in charge of red chess chuckled.

The old man's hair and beard were white, and even his face looked abnormal pale. His face was old, his eyes were dim, and he was dressed in plain cloth. He looked very haggard.

But his voice and temperament were unusually calm.

It is the steady and calm precipitation of years of time, every move, are flashing the light of wisdom.

"Peace means peace. I'm a soldier. For me, failure means failure. It's the same on the chessboard, and it's the same outside the chessboard. If it's the enemy, how can it coexist? It's best to kill them all. "

The old man in charge of black chess was dressed in Tang Dynasty clothes, with red light on his face. Among the three, Bai Zhanfang was not the youngest, but he seemed to be the most energetic and vigorous. Even though he was too old, he still had a full determination to kill between the lines.

"You just have a heavy heart to kill. Ordinary people are at a disadvantage. The first thing you want is how to survive. Once you are at a disadvantage, the first thing you think about is how to die with each other. This is the style of your family, good or bad. If you can calm down in this game just now, I don't have a good chance of winning. But you kill decisively. You would rather kill at a loss to the end. That's why I forced you into a draw. The chess game is so innocuous. If you put it outside the chessboard, how fierce is the game between the two families to this extent? "

The haggard old man sighed, looked at the opponent in front of him and said with a smile: "but strong intention to kill also has the advantage of strong intention to kill. If you were not for this temperament, you would not be able to cultivate today's Zhongzhou God of killing. However, many things, or some of the best tactful. If you are too strong, you can easily be forced into a draw or even turn defeat into victory

"I can't help it. Your pawn is unusual."

The old man in Tang costume laughs with a knowing tone.

"Now that my soldiers have crossed the river, they will become your soldiers. I hope he can be more radical under your influence, but it's best if he can be more tactful at the critical moment. "

The old man said this quietly, and his face became more and more haggard.

The old man in Tang Dynasty is holding the chess and is silent.

Li Honghe.

Cold light in the east city.

A former protector of China.

A former executive director of the military department in Zhongzhou.

Without anyone noticing, they had secretly appeared in Youzhou and Baijia manor before the high-level meeting.

"Another round?"

Dongcheng cold light looked up at Li Honghe with burning eyes.

Li Honghe said a lot.

Dongcheng cold light also heard a lot, but for him, in the situation of occupying the advantage, it became a draw, still a little subdued.

"Well, it's the same with another round. More than 20 years, how many times have you won? "

Bai Zhanfang didn't want to be angry. He didn't give the family any face. He added water to the teapot and changed the tea leaves. The fragrance of tea began to spread in the living room again.

"Not many times."

Dongcheng's cold light didn't agree.

"One game a year. Tian LAN is 22 years old. How many games do you count for yourself, and which time have you won? "

Bai Zhanfang is not polite at all.

"I haven't lost either."

Dongcheng cold light seems to be a little angry.

Li Honghe waved his hand with a smile: "Han Guang and I have our own strong points. I'm not as good as him in some places, and he's not as good as me in some places. That's why I chose neutralization in those years. "

He's telling the truth.

have a genuine and sincere desire.

From the year of Li's collapse to now, for 22 years, Li Honghe has come here every year to play chess with Dongcheng Hanguang.

Twenty two years. Twenty two games.

It's all a draw.

Li Honghe looked down at the chessboard with a daze in his eyes.

He was once the God of war in Zhongzhou, but even in his most brilliant period, he never had too strong aggressiveness. He was mean all his life. In the face of anything, his first thought was not to win, but to seek peace.

Naturally, such a god of war has been brilliant, but there are not many achievements that can be remembered.

He was seeking peace, so there were few big victories, but Zhongzhou never lost during his years as the God of war.

Li Honghe was very stable at that time.

Zhongzhou is also very stable, which is a bit terrible.

So up to now, Li Honghe couldn't understand why he had cultivated a son who was so aggressive and aggressive after a lifetime of moderation.

Stability, moderation, harmony.

This is the secret of Li Honghe's success.

No one doubts the secret of his success, at least until he fails.

So even when he found the undercurrent between Li and Wang in Beihai, Li Honghe was still confident of his control. He still tried to make a draw between Wang and Li in Beihai.

But no one gave him the chance.

Madman Li didn't give it, neither did the summer solstice.

When he was still in the layout, the whole situation had collapsed in an instant, and the flood was so terrible that it was beyond redemption.

He asked for the golden mean, he asked for the draw in hindsight are so hesitant, so indecisive.

It was at that time that he finally began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with his way of handling it.

Throughout the world, he is definitely the best player of draw.

At a disadvantage, he can level the situation, which Dongcheng can't do.

When he has an advantage, the cold light of the east city can wipe out everything. Li Honghe asks himself that he can't do it.

With the advantage, if he comes to play chess, I'm afraid he will still play and even lose.

The collapse of Li's family in those years was the result of his single-minded pursuit of peace in the situation of occupying the advantage.

It was also because he realized his own shortcomings that Li had a delicate relationship with Dongcheng family, Bai family and even Zou family.

Li Honghe quietly put away the chessboard.

He looked at Bai Zhanfang, who was making tea, but he was worried about it. He said with a smile, "is the meeting very lively?"

"More than excitement."

Bai Zhanfang shook his head and didn't say much. Neither Dongcheng Hanguang nor Li Honghe could get the detailed contents of the high-level meeting at the first time. Dongcheng Hanguang didn't need to say much. As for Li Honghe, although Li family collapsed because of Li maniac, no one dared to deny Li Honghe's own achievements, just like the last Youzhou meeting, When Li Honghe was present, Li Huacheng helped him personally. Sometimes, in terms of status, Li Honghe was still the top retired giant. Therefore, for more than 20 years, the staff would sort out the contents of every high-level meeting for him, but Li Honghe never expressed any opinions.

"Tianzong is in a hurry."

Li Honghe said quietly, "if he can be patient, there may be other results."

He was silent for a while, then he laughed at himself: "let him go. Snow dance Corps is good, very suitable for the current Tian LAN

"The pure snow dance Corps is really good."

Bai Zhanfang looked at Li Honghe: "but what about Wang Tianzong and Gu Xingyun?"

"Let them go."

Li Honghe's tone is still calm: "I'll stay in Youzhou for a few more days and visit some old friends of that year."

Bai Zhanfang and Li Honghe looked at each other.

Li Honghe's old friends in those days are mostly big men as long as they are still alive.

And he's the retired boss of southeast group.

"Do you want to play a game with Wang's younger generation in Beihai?"

The east city cold light hesitated to descend, opening to ask a way.

"Where do you get me?"

Li Honghe chuckled: "I will make some preparations. But this time in the chaos of Eastern Europe, the little girl named Qin in XueGuo is the leading role. "

"Sure?"

Bai Zhanfang's eyes coagulated and asked.

"How can we be absolutely sure?"

Li Honghe shook his head: "nine times out of ten."

Dongcheng cold light and Bai Zhanfang's body relaxed at the same time.

"In any case... We tried to change at the cost of Li. The plan has come to an end, and we have no way back. If my brother can help us through this difficult time, the Dongcheng family will not be rewarded for his kindness. "

The east city cold light has been silent for a long time, just the tone is low of open a way.

Li Honghe shook his head, looked out of the window and said in a soft voice, "to help you is to help me Li."

......

The European holy land is very small.

But to some extent, the holy land is one of the most terrifying countries in the world.

Because there's faith.

And faith has no borders.

faith.

This is a word that represents too many special meanings. It is sacred, destination, worship and can not be profaned.

It also means absolute madness.

This is a country built in the city of seven hills, the capital of dalos. It is the Holy Land in the eyes of nearly two billion believers all over the world.

Qin Weibai came to the holy land for the first time.

It's not an invitation, it's not an uninvited guest.

It's more like the natural cooperation of both sides under certain conditions.

There is a holy palace in the holy land.

The holy palace is inhabited by the ruler of the Holy Land and the spokesman of the gods in the hearts of more than one billion believers.

The sun was shining brightly in front of the gate of the holy palace.

The ancient holy palace seems to be gilded in the sunshine, mysterious and majestic, with a solemn sense of history and time.

Qin Weibai stood quietly in front of the gate of the holy palace.

The sun fell on her, on the holy palace.

She and the holy palace have light.

Qin Weibai in this state is like a goddess standing in front of the gate of the holy palace.

It's beautiful, it's flawless, it's sacrilegious.

But it's empty.

Lin Fengting stands beside Qin Weibai and looks at the solemn palace in front of him. His eyes are full of fun.

"This is my first time here."

Qin Weibai said in a soft voice. Her eyes were in a trance, like trying to endure, but with a clear sadness that seemed to go deep into the bone marrow.

"I have no wine."

Lin Fengting joked: "do you have a story?"

"No

Qin Weibai shook his head with a smile, and his tone was quiet: "I just remember that a long time ago, a man promised his woman that he would let the master of this holy palace personally preside over their wedding in the opposite church."

Lin Fengting's eyes were quiet and gentle, even a little gentle.

"Then it can be regarded as the highest standard grand wedding in any era. I thought about it when I was young, but I didn't. He didn't do it, did he? "

Lin Fengting said with a soft smile.

"He did it."

Qin Weibai said, her eyes a little chilly: "but that woman gave up."

Lin Fengting was stunned for a moment.

Qin Weibai didn't say much. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to arrange her hair.

Her movement is very slow, but her whole temperament is changing with her hand.

The void is fading away.

Sorrow is gone.

The trance subsided.

The sun blew in front of the palace.

The wind blew through her long hair, green silk flying.

It seems to be in the blink of an eye.

Qin Weibai's temperament becomes incomparably cold and holy.

It's a kind of aloofness.

Or arrogance.

Pride is sin.

In front of this holy palace where humility should be maintained most, Qin Weibai is only arrogant.

She walked slowly into the holy palace.

The crisp sound of high-heeled shoes is beating on the ground of the holy palace, which is very arrogant and enchanting.

A masked palace guard came.

He seems to know the intention of Qin Weibai and others. He salutes and leads the way in silence.

In the study of the holy palace where infinite knowledge and wisdom are accumulated, an old man in a white robe stands quietly in front of the door, looking at Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting, who are led by the guards, with a subtle and gentle smile.

The old man was not handsome, but his face was very warm. He was not tall, white robed, silver hair, neat and clean.

A black cross was hanging on his chest, with full visual impact against the white robe.

Holding a heavy book in his hand, he stood in front of the door, just like standing on the horizon.

It's an indescribable sense of distance.

He is also an indescribable old man.

Qin Weibai went to the old man and looked up at his eyes.

Real arrogance is never a show of boast, but a kind of silence and carelessness in the face of the sacred, the supreme and the glory.

The old man is still laughing.

His eyes were as deep as the sea, wise and deep.

Grace, kindness, gentleness, wisdom.

Like a God.

"Come in, please."

The old man waved to the bodyguard to leave, looked at Qin Weibai and said with a smile.

Qin Weibai goes forward in silence and walks into the study which itself is equal to glory and wisdom.

The study is simple and simple, just like the holy palace, only ancient and heavy.

"You amaze me. Marvel at your beauty, marvel at your intelligence, marvel at your decisiveness. But you also make me angry because of your arrogance. "

The old man is still holding books, standing in front of Qin Wei's white face, whispering.

His voice was gentle and quiet, but powerful.

It is not force, but a kind of unspeakable heaviness and oppression, as if his words can determine the fate of all people.

"I don't like it here."

Qin Weibai said, her Latin is fluent and cool.

She sat down in front of the old man with an indifferent expression.

The old man in the white robe was not angry, but asked softly, "don't you have faith?"

"Yes."

Qin Wei nodded: "I only believe in my man."

The old man quietly looked at Qin Weibai, silent for a long time.

Qin Weibai looks at the old man with strong aggressiveness in her eyes.

She was sitting.

He stood.

So Qin Weibai looked up at him.

But at this moment, she is like the queen of the world, awe inspiring and noble.

"Still arrogant."

The old man said quietly.

Qin Weibai did not speak, but quietly extended his hand.

She came here to see what she wanted to see. If the old man gave it to her, the cooperation would be happy.

The old man didn't hesitate. He just handed Qin Weibai the heavy book in his hand and said in a soft voice, "the Lord is kind. You should thank him."

Qin Weibai didn't speak and took the book from the old man.

The book is very thick, and the cover is strangely black.

This is a famous book in the dark world. For hundreds of years, the content has been changing, but the cover will never change.

This is the famous heresy list in the holy palace.

It records everyone who is most likely to cause great chaos in every era.

To put it bluntly, every master.

Qin Weibai opened the book and said calmly, "I'm here because of the chaos in Eastern Europe."

"The Lord gave you the roster because of the chaos in Eastern Europe."

The old man was smiling and silent, but his eyes were shining with wisdom.

Qin Weibai looked up at him.

She turned over the names on the first page of the list.

His list is on the second page.

There is a letter in the first place on the second page, as well as Chinese.

Zhongzhou jianhuang, Wang Tianzong.

Below the name, there are all the information about Wang Tianzong that can be collected from the outside world.

Qin Weibai looks down at the data.

The old man looked down at Qin Weibai.

Qin Weibai held out his hand.

Her fingers are slender and delicate, beautiful as jade, and seem to twinkle with jade light.

Her fingers were gently raised, but not flipped.

But quietly but quickly tear the whole page off.

The page fluttered in the air and fell into the old man's hand.

"Guilty."

Qin Weibai said.

Her cold voice sounded in the study, but it seemed to shake the whole dark world.

The old man took the page, smiling calmly: "it should be tried."

Qin Weibai continues to turn the page.

A page was torn off.

There is also a name on the page, with little information.

Li's young lady, Kunlun city master's wife.

"Guilty."

Qin Weibai said.

The old man took the page again and said with a smile, "it should be tried."

The pages continued to turn.

Eileen king, Duke of Rothschild, Queen of shadows.

The page was torn off.

"Guilty."

"It should be tried."

Jiang qiansong, the chieftain of the Chiang clan in South America.

"Guilty."

"It should be tried."

The pages continued to turn.

The pages of the old man's books are getting thicker and thicker.

Every one should be tried.

Qin Weibai once again tore off a page.

Lord Templar, chaos.

"Guilty."

The old man took the page, looked at it calmly, and said with a smile, "the Lord will take back the glory he has given him. It should be tried. "

Qin Weibai raised his head and looked at the old man.

"What about the Lord's sword and knights?"

She asked directly.

Trial is not preaching.

It's redemption, it's purification.

But in the end, trial is trial.

Need sword, need knight, need strength.

The old man looked at Qin Weibai's eyes and said calmly, "I will coronate aresis."

Qin Weibai looks at the old man.

It was a long time before she nodded.

She has been arrogant slightly bowed, noble head seems to be a little lower: "thank you, your majesty."

Your majesty.

There are two sires who are known all over the world.

His Majesty the sword emperor of the North Sea province of China.

And the other one.

His Holiness the Pope of the Holy Land!

Holy land is the headquarters of the Holy See.

The old man took up a scepter and put it on the top of Qin Wei's white head. He said with a smile, "the Lord appreciates the humble."

Qin Weibai lowered her head, her eyes looking at the ground, her eyes cold.

She's never humble, she just lowers her head when she needs to.

She needs the power of the Vatican, just as he needs the Lin clan, the Dark Knight order, all the power.

Her goal has never been simply staring at Wang Tianzong.

She was watching the whole dark world.

In the chaos of Eastern Europe, she will also judge the whole dark world!

The world is guilty.

All should be tried.

The Pope put away his scepter.

Qin Weibai stood up and left the study in silence.

The old man looked down at the pages in his hand with deep eyes.

A tall bodyguard came into the study.

"I can't accept her arrogance."

The guard's eyes were angry: "blasphemy! She put herself in a higher position than you, which is blasphemy! I refuse any cooperation with the heretics. "

"I promised her that I would crown you."

The Pope looked at the page in his hand and pointed out the door with a scepter: "get out."

The bodyguard's face changed and he walked out of the study with anger.

He can occasionally turn down the Pope.

But he could not refuse the Pope's scepter.

That means more power than the Pope.

The Pope carefully put down the page in his hand and picked up the list of heresies.

The roster is very thick.

So Qin Weibai didn't turn to the end.

The Pope turned to the penultimate page of the register in silence.

The information on that page is just as simple.

Qin Weibai, the will of reincarnation palace.

The Pope narrowed his eyes, reached out and gently tore the page off and put it in the stack of pages that needed to be judged.

His eyes relaxed slightly and he chuckled: "those who are guilty should be tried."