Chapter 347: The Chess of Emperor Taitai (2)

The sudden change took everyone by surprise.

Gu Baiying's heart tightened, and she wanted to step forward, but just took a step, the light from the hairpin star cut him off, and he couldn't take a step closer.

"What's going on?" He was shocked and angry, and a bad premonition suddenly floated in his heart. He subconsciously clenched the bone gun and tried to smash the mask.

However, when all the Yuan Li encountered the golden light, it was softened like a stream encountering the ocean, and drifted away as a long wind.

He couldn't get close to the hairpin star.

Bu Jiang also realized that something was wrong. She used the power of the devil to try to shake the golden mask, but no matter how much she contributed, the outcome still did not change.

This golden light is exactly the same as Xiao Yuanzhu's breath. As for Xiao Yuanzhu, it has never been difficult for external forces to subdue her.

"Shaoyang!" Her face sank, and she suddenly looked at the real Shaoyang, "What did you do?"

Everyone looked at the real person of Shaoyang in surprise.

He is strict with the hairpin star, but he is actually protective, and everyone sees it. No matter how much dissatisfaction Lingxin Daoists have in their hearts, at this time, it is not easy to tear their faces off with the Taiyan faction. Shaoyang Zhenren, the head of the Taiyan Sect, has always been indifferent in temperament and always has an unfathomable appearance. This time, when he came to the ruins of Jinmen to find the chess of Emperor Taitai, from the beginning to the end, only others looked like they were flattered and humiliated, as if Everything was already expected.

Rong Shuang and Daoist Lingxin guarded him, for fear that he secretly reached some kind of consensus with Black Rock City and turned to deal with Xiuxianjie. But now, looking at the appearance of the real Shaoyang, this is not the case.

Could it be that he deliberately brought the hairpin star here?

But why?

Gu Baiying stared at the real person of Shaoyang, his eyes were sharp, he said: "Master?"

There was silence all around.

After an unknown amount of time, the real Shaoyang spoke up.

He said indifferently: "It is said that the water god knocked down Bu Zhoutian, and the Mother Nuwa chose 36,000 five-colored stones to fill the sky, and the feet of the gods and turtles supported the four poles."

"Thirty-six thousand stones that make up the sky are turned into stars."

He looked at the hairpin star, which was shrouded in light, with a strange expression: "Xiao Yuanzhu, it is the stone that fills the sky."

Xiao Yuanzhu is the stone that fills the sky!

The crowd looked at him in shock.

"How could Xiaoyuanzhu be the stone that fills the sky?" Bujiang hurriedly said, "You see clearly, this is clearly the chess of Emperor Taitai. Now that you have found the chess of Emperor Taitai, what should you do next to get the Immortal Recipe? ?"

The Demon Queen has always been elegant, even if she was imprisoned in the abyss of extreme ice by the ghosts, she has never seen her in the slightest embarrassment. But standing here now, it is a little different from the panic of the past. As if she also sensed something was wrong, it was difficult to maintain her usual calmness.

Rong Shuang glanced at Bujiang and asked Shaoyang: "This is indeed the chess of the emperor, Shaoyang, what do you want to do? What is going on here?"

The chess of Emperor Taitai has been found, and then what? Where is the fairy who plays chess, and how does this game of chess start?

Real Shaoyang lowered his eyes: "Do you remember that legend?"

"What legend?" Gu Baiying stared at him, the boy's knuckles turning white while holding the embroidered bone gun, as if suppressing some kind of strange emotion, "A thousand years ago, the legend of the first savior who won the chess game of Emperor Taitai?"

A thousand years ago, the floods were rampant and the rain kept falling, and the capital city became a vast ocean.

Until a monk appeared from the sky, he tried every means to find the entrance connecting the human world and the fairy world, and played a game of chess with the gods as a mortal.

He won that game of chess.

The gods gave the monks the method of controlling water as a prize in the chess game. The monks relieved the flood by using the method of water control given by the gods.

"The legend is false?" Fu Ronghua said tentatively.

"No, the legend is true." Shaoyang Zhenren's expression was indifferent, and his voice was also indifferent, "But he didn't play chess with the immortal, and he didn't win that game."

"He used his own body to mend the sky and relieve the flood."

Gu Baiying's heart trembled fiercely.

The meaning of this is not difficult to understand.

In the silence, Meng Ying spoke, and she looked at the real Shaoyang: "Master, even if what you said is true, why is there a loophole in the sky? Since the sage a thousand years ago has solved the flood, why does the flood persist? Comeback? Why does the same thing happen again?"

Real Shaoyang heard the words, but did not answer immediately, he just quietly looked at the small statues in the grid in the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, he asked, "Why do you cultivate immortals?"

Why cultivating immortals?

Ordinary people cultivate immortals, and the common ones are mostly for the sake of power, longevity, beauty, and eternal youth. A little more refined, it is to explore the avenue, break free from the destiny, and protect the common people.

Tian Fangfang replied without thinking, "That's naturally to become an immortal."

"What if you become an immortal?" Shaoyang Zhenren asked, "What about immortals?"

When he said this, there seemed to be a flash of disgust and compassion on his face that had always been indifferent, but it disappeared in a flash.

Tian Fangfang was speechless and did not know how to answer for a while.

Shaoyang Zhenren said indifferently: "The heaven and the earth are far away, and the gods and people are not mixed. Cultivation of immortals and soaring is originally a change of fate against the sky. The way of heaven never allows 'accidents' to happen."

Many years ago, in the capital city, there was abundant spiritual energy, the cultivation of immortals was prevalent, and a great man was born out of the world. People often felt that it was not so far away to ascend to immortality.

Until that flood a thousand years ago, rudely washed away everything and drowned everything. How many sects and sects dissipated in an instant.

The first cultivator to find Ditai Zhiqi went to the place where the heaven and the human world are connected. I saw the broken chess game in the sky.

The flood poured down from the sky, the pillar supporting the sky was crumbling, and the spiritual energy of the capital city gradually faded from the hole like the mouth of this giant beast.

All will cease to exist.

The monks stood on the chessboard, like a mayfly floating in the vast river and sea. He is only one step away from the ascension. Up is the Nine Heavens, and down is the flood.

Advance and retreat, the difference between a single thought, the difference between life and death.

He did not hesitate to fill the vacancy on the chessboard with his own body and lifelong cultivation, and save the world that was about to collapse.

The legend is true, this monk dispelled the flood, made the depleted spiritual veins flow again, and was the greatest savior of the capital continent.

The legend is false, this cultivator failed to ascend to immortality, he stayed in the ruins of Jinmen, which is within reach of the heaven, and became the most insignificant piece in the chess game of heaven.

"These little images." Rong Shuang realized something.

In the hall, the little statues that glowed in the grid looked like they were lifelike, and they were looking at everyone with a smile.

The real Shaoyang lowered his eyes.

"They are all men who mend the sky."