It's scary to think about it carefully, and the more I think about it, the sadder it becomes.
Wu Hao deeply felt that his fate was tragic, so he might as well run for his life.
But the world is so big, where should I go?
How about going to find Third Senior Sister, Second Senior Brother and Senior Sister? At least those are the 'relatives' who have watched you grow up.
"Do you want to leave?" The sudden voice broke Wu Hao's fantasy.
"It's nothing. Senior is so good, how could I leave? Moreover, I will participate in the preliminaries of the competition soon. I will be punished for absenteeism."
Wu Hao was said to be the centerpiece, which was a bit embarrassing.
"No need to worry, brother Yuan Chen is not a bad person. He will choose his own body and there will be no such thing as a spare tire."
In other words, Yuan Chen is very specific.
"Furthermore, brother Yuan Chen chose his body with black and white seeds. You have also been exposed to it and there was no reaction. In other words, Yuan Chen did not choose you."
Wu Hao suddenly felt a little depressed when he heard this, why couldn't it be him?
After sweeping everything away, the ghost-faced boy turned to look at the two of them, nodded and said, "Thank you."
After saying that, Wu Yuan was about to disappear, and Mo Yuan hurriedly took out the heaven and earth chessboard.
The moment the chessboard was taken out, the ghost-faced boy's eyes immediately changed.
"Give me the chessboard."
The ghost-faced boy was about to snatch it, but the next moment, the chessboard was handed over. It was so sudden that Wu Yuan was stunned.
Somewhat cutely took the chessboard, and the ghost-faced boy said "thank you" again.
Maybe I felt that one thank you was not enough, so I said thank you several times in succession.
But the ghost-faced boy still disappeared.
"He seemed afraid of being around people."
Wu Hao thought this Yuan Chen was nothing to be afraid of? But he was even more surprised that this senior actually gave away his precious things.
"Brother Yuan Chen is used to being alone, but he is also afraid of being alone. He won't go too far."
Mo Yuan sat by the bed and fell into deep thought. Wu Hao was a master who couldn't sit still, so he ran out to inquire about the game again.
This game was destined to be his way to fame.
Today the entire inn in Taiyuan City was full, and the number of people signing up has increased countless times.
But no matter how you sign up, the person on the registration list will never get the chance.
This monk is destined to be a hit once the game starts.
The more I look forward to the game, the longer the night feels.
The moon and stars were sparse, and I had no chance to return to the woods outside Taiyuan Temple.
At this time, there was no one here.
In other words, even the people in the yamen did not expect the murderer to be so bold as to return to the scene of the crime.
The chessboard of heaven and earth was placed on the ground. I had no chance to start studying the chessboard.
With the ghost's face looming, the young man felt that this chessboard was extremely important to him, but no matter how much he studied it, he could not find anything.
"Gangster! You must have never imagined that I have been hiding here." A head catcher holding a big knife emerged from the flowers and looked at the ghost-faced boy with a ferocious smile.
Wu Yuan smiled lightly and said: "Now that you have discovered me, why don't you arrest me?"
The catcher sneered and said: "You think I'm stupid. I can kill two people with a tree branch. How can I be your opponent?"
"So you're not stupid. If you're not stupid, then why are you staying here alone waiting for me? Could it be that you admire me as a murderer and want to abandon the light and turn to darkness?"
There is a smile in Wu Yuan's eyes, this guy is a bit interesting.
The head catcher approached cautiously step by step, with a wary look on his face, but he pretended to be calm and said: "I know you have difficulties, and you didn't do it voluntarily."
"Every murderer will say this after being arrested, so you are the murderer?" Wu Yuan couldn't help it. What happened to this guy? Why did he feel like he was the murderer?
"You!" The head catcher was so angry that smoke was rising from his head, but he did not dare to anger the murderer, lest his life would be lost in his hands.
"Sit down and play the next game with me. If you win, I'll let you go. If you lose, your life will be spared."
The ghost-faced boy said very bloody words very calmly.
However, the head catcher is quite confident this time because he is very good at playing chess.
"That would be embarrassing." The head catcher was full of confidence.
Without saying a word, he sat across from Wu Yuan.
But the next moment, a mysterious and mysterious feeling lingered in his heart.
"Oh, I made a mistake. It's not playing chess, but taking chess. You take white and I take black."
Wu Yuan couldn't wait to take away a black piece.
"It's your turn!" Wu Yuan looked at the catcher with bright eyes. He wanted to see what would happen after the opponent took away the chess piece.
The head catcher felt a lot of pressure, and he was sweating profusely.
There are light particles rising up from Captou's body, which turns out to be his experience and talent in Go.
The head catcher took advantage of the situation and grabbed a certain white chess piece. The moment the chess piece left the chessboard, there was a bang and the sword fell to the ground.
This head catcher with strong chess skills directly turned into light particles and merged into the white chess piece. The white chess piece collided with the chess piece in Wu Yuan's hand in the air, then spun wildly, and finally merged into Wu Yuan's ghost face.
The looming black and white ghost face became more solid.
"Thank you, good catcher whose name I don't know, you opened a new door for me. I know what I should do now."
The moon is dark and the wind is high.
A figure appeared in the guest room of a certain swordsman.
The Jianghu swordsman who was still snoring suddenly opened his eyes, holding a big sword in his hand and roared: "Who?"
The candle burned spontaneously, and the ghost-faced boy smiled and said: "Play chess with me, or I will kill you."
"Where is this lunatic! Looking for death!"
He waved his sword and looked at the chessboard and the boy, but the chessboard suddenly shone with light and directly restrained the swordsman.
"In order to prevent you from cooperating, I will take the black stone first, and you can take the white stone."
The ghost-faced boy waved the black mark in his hand, indicating that it was his opponent's turn next.
The Jianghu Swordsman had a ferocious expression and his eyes were bulging. His understanding of the Dao and his swordsmanship surged around him. All those perceptions and experiences turned into light particles and merged into a certain white particle.
The Jianghu swordsman's hand reached out to the white man uncontrollably. Even though he gritted his teeth, roared, and glared, his palm full of veins reached out to the white man uncontrollably.
When Bai Zi rises, the body of the Jianghu Swordsman suddenly disappears, turning into the last splendor and blending into Bai Zi.
White Zi and Black Zi merged and spun into the ghost face again.
Wu Yuan's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
This night is destined to be restless.
The next day.
"Sir, are you there? The breakfast you wanted yesterday, sir?"
"My guest, you want it earlier, my guest?"
"My guest, the game is about to start. You asked me to remind you, my guest? Are you awake?"
Several inns were all blown up.
Their guests have all disappeared.
Jianghu people should be the most loyal, but now they have disappeared for no reason.
Just disappear. What does it mean to leave clothes, weapons and even money behind?
This is obviously not right.
The Taiyuan City Government Office was once again troubled.
What the Yamen doesn't want to face even more is that it seems that the third prince of the Taiyuan Empire is no longer a leader?
And this is exactly the same as the disappearance of people in the inn, almost all disappearing overnight.
It has to be said that the people from the Yamen were very quick. Within a moment, they found the third prince's knife and clothes.
There were no signs of a fight, no blood.
This was very much like an extremely horrific kidnapping case, but it was quickly denied. There were so many gangsters, and there were always various ways to save their lives. How could they be kidnapped without making any noise?
When everything is eliminated, the last remaining thing may be the truth no matter how unreal it is.
"Inform the royal family, Tiance, that this matter is beyond our control."
"City Lord, don't we just ignore this matter?"
“No matter how impossible it is, we must first supervise those with vested interests at this time.”
"Those Jianghu people who haven't had any trouble yet?"
"Yes, they are the most suspicious."
The city lord's order was issued quickly. Originally, this time the preliminaries for the Prodigy Competition were very exciting and tense.
But when that day arrived, people were shocked to find that 90% of the names were missing from the list.
Only 10% is left.
Out of ten thousand people, there are only one thousand left.
Moreover, these thousand people are almost all fake.
You can find out by registering for the assessment and ranking.
The remaining 10% are almost all ranked at the bottom.
Of course there are people in the front, but there are only about ten people in the front.
The Taiyuan City preliminaries were almost predictably abandoned.
More than nine thousand people disappeared overnight.
No one would think that the person was dead. The person must have been kidnapped and taken to an unknown location.
Monk Wu Yuan almost stepped into the examination room at the right time.
The first competition was about literature.
This was suddenly changed by the city lord's palace. After all, it would be too embarrassing to fight.
What's there to fight against a group of charlatans who are just pretending to be fake?
Besides, the referees are sent out to investigate the case, so only weak scholars can serve as invigilators.
As soon as Monk Wuyuan appears, the people from the Yamen will step forward to capture the suspect.
Among the quarrels among countless diners, there is no doubt that this monk who has no chance is the biggest suspect.
I just didn't expect that this suspect would actually dare to show up in the Taiyuan examination center so brazenly.
However, before they could step forward, the city lord stopped them because the emperor was coming.
The emperor came quietly.
However, what is certain is that this Ninth Five-Year Master came here overnight.
His arrival undoubtedly proved that something had happened to the third prince.
"The exam begins!"
"Write a poem! The word 'jun' must appear in the poem. You can do it in a group of one person or in a group of two people."
"Considering that you are all from the Jianghu community, all poems can be recited directly without writing them out."
All the young people in the world were relieved. Isn't it because they don't have the talent to endorse?
This would be a bit embarrassing if I were writing poetry and I couldn't write any words.
Wu Yuan glanced at the source of magic, stepped forward and clasped his hands to the examiner, nodded slightly, and said: "Examinee, Wu Yuan."
Mo Yuan followed closely, nodded slightly to Monk Wuyuan and said: "Examinee, Mo Yuan."
Wu Yuan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Don't you see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return."
Several examiners wrote everything on the paper. As soon as they finished writing, their eyes lit up and they praised directly, this is a good poem.
But with such a good poem, how should his teammates respond?
If you can't get it right, you won't be able to score.
Isn't such a good poem in vain?
At this time, Mo Yuan replied very relaxedly: "Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and the morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."
"good!"
All five examiners were so impressed that this poem was absolutely perfect.
This is not a poem written by two people. This is clearly a poem written by one person!
But throughout history, we have never seen such a perfect poem!
What a genius!
What a pity for two prodigies who are practicing martial arts and making their way in the world!
However, the examiner noticed that these two people seemed to want to speak, so they hurriedly sat down and concentrated on recording.
Sure enough, Monk Wuyuan said: "Don't worry, there are no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn't know you?"
The emperor's eyes were shining, and he temporarily abandoned the pain of losing his son and began to listen attentively.
The five examiners all looked at Mo Yuan. They wanted to know what kind of answer this young man would give.
Mo Yuan spoke, and he said without thinking: "Jun Moxiao, who is lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times?"