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Chapter 204 Chess Pieces

The moment the system prompt sounded in his mind, Wei Changtian figured out many things almost instantly.

Ning Yongnian.

He handed over Youjia, but robbed Ning Yongnian of his luck.

This undoubtedly shows that Youjia and Ning Yongnian have a very close connection.

In the original work, there is only one such character - Longque!

Youlong, Jiaque...

Youjia is the fucking dragon bird!

Although this discovery cannot completely answer all the doubts in Wei Changtian's mind, it is definitely the most important thread in this complicated mess.

If you follow this clue, everything may be solved!

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The Swinging Step was used to the extreme, and in less than ten breaths of time, he had crossed the entire Sun Moon Lake and arrived under the high platform.

The system mall was always open in his mind, ready to buy "Divine Strike" or "Qingjue Jade Pendant" at any time. Without slowing down at all, he stepped on the nearly vertical wooden frame and jumped to the high platform in a few flashes.

The cool night wind blew by, and there was no one in sight.

Gone?

He raised his eyes and looked around, then walked to the wooden table placed in the center, reached out and touched the exquisite purple clay teapot.

The tea is warm, and there is even a trace of water vapor coming out of the spout.

"Snapped!"

At this time, another figure floated onto the high platform.

Qin Zhengqiu looked at Wei Changtian who was thoughtful, then looked at the exquisite teapot and tea cups on the table, and asked in a deep voice:

"Changtian, what's wrong?"

"..."

Wei Changtian pondered for a long time, shook his head and asked softly: "Grandpa, have you met the emperor before?"

Qin Zhengqiu didn't know why Wei Changtian suddenly asked this, but he still answered truthfully: "I've seen him before, but it was many years ago."

"That......"

Wei Changtian asked again quite seriously: "What kind of person is Ning Yongnian?"

Qin Zhengqiu was stunned by the change in Wei Changtian's title from "Emperor" to "Ning Yongnian".

He seemed to have vaguely guessed something, and after thinking for a while, he slowly said -

"Maybe he is not an emperor for eternity, but he has aspirations for eternity."

"..."

At first glance, this sentence seemed to be unsaid, but Wei Changtian thought about it silently for a long time after hearing it.

"Bang bang!"

"Clang clang clang!"

"Ah! Don't kill me!"

The distant sound of fighting came, and the battle by the Sun Moon Lake was coming to an end.

After being stabbed by Fulian Temple, the fighting continued. All the more than a hundred dead soldiers of the Liu family were dead, and one of the three third-level masters was dead. The remaining two seemed to want to break out, but I'm afraid even they themselves

I also know that it is absolutely impossible.

It has to be said that the view from this high platform is excellent. As long as you look up, you can clearly see all the disturbances in the entire Riyue Lake.

A picture suddenly appeared in Wei Changtian's mind.

The man in casual robes sat here strategizing, drinking tea and overlooking the drama at his feet, with the calmness and joking of a superior on his face.

Shen Ran, Su Wu, Liu Zongliang, Yan Shuyuan, the wandering monk of Fulian Temple...

Everyone is like an actor trying their best to "perform" on the stage, acting out a predetermined plot.

Including yourself.

So...is this what it feels like to be used as a pawn by someone else?

Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched his hands into fists.

He didn't know if he had Ning Yongnian's ability to plan, or if he had the strength to support a huge layout.

But one thing is certain, that is -

I may not be a chess player, but I will never become anyone's pawn again.

"Grandpa."

Turning to look at Qin Zhengqiu, Wei Changtian said softly:

"You take a break for now, we have something to do later."

...

...

An hour later.

The junction of Shuzhou and Anzhou, Xiaozhu Mountain.

The abandoned mountain temple was in dilapidated condition, and the arrival of the group scared away a few sleeping birds perched on the branches.

Daning established Taoism as the state religion hundreds of years ago. Although there was no explicit prohibition on people believing in Buddhism, Buddhism naturally declined day by day.

Therefore, ancient temples like this that are abandoned due to lack of incense are not uncommon in Daning.

"who is it?"

In the dilapidated main hall of the temple, several merchants who were resting here for the night heard the noise. They immediately picked up the various weapons around them and walked out of the hall cautiously.

However, when they saw that the visitors were a group of bald monks, they all relaxed a little.

Spending the night in such a deserted mountain, you are most afraid of meeting a young and beautiful woman, followed by monsters, and thirdly bandits.

As for Buddhists who have strict disciplines, they should be in the least dangerous situation.

"Don't blame these eminent monks."

One of the men smiled, put away his weapon, cupped his hands and said, "I was walking to this mountain on the trade route and happened to rest in the temple. I just heard some movement and came out to check."

"Are some eminent monks also planning to spend the night here? Why not go into the temple to warm up by the fire!"

"Thank you, donor."

Jingyuan smiled and nodded, and then followed the merchant into the main hall.

There was a bonfire burning in the hall, and the uncertain light of the fire reflected several tattered Buddha statues.

The temples were abandoned, so naturally these Buddhas had no good end.

Not to mention the lack of arms and legs, the surface is also bumpy and bumpy, and not a single bit of the golden clothes that once covered it are left.

There are even some Buddha statues without heads.

"No need to feel sad, eminent monk."

Seeing Jingyuan looking at the headless Buddhas in trance, a businessman couldn't help but comforted him: "These people who stole the Buddha's heads will be punished sooner or later."

"Amitabha."

Jingyuan uttered Sanskrit sounds from his mouth, looked at himself and sighed: "Oh, you can't help but feel sad after seeing this scene."

"Several donors, I wonder if you can do a favor to this poor monk?"

"help?"

Several businessmen looked at each other and asked tentatively: "How about the eminent monk come and listen to me for now?"

"it's actually really easy."

Jingyuan turned to look at a few people, put his hands together and bowed slightly.

"The poor monk would like to use the heads on your necks to make up for the shortcomings of these headless Buddha statues."

"Several donors, this is a great merit."

"..."

"Cha! Chat!"

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the birds that had been frightened away flew back into the temple, singing greedily towards the main hall.

All the Buddha statues have been "completed", with gurgling blood flowing down the Buddha's body. Although there are no "gold clothes", there are "red clothes".

"Amitabha."

Jingyuan stood in front of several "human-headed Buddhas" and respectfully performed Buddhist rituals. Then he turned back to look at the woman who was lying limply on the ground.

The firelight flickered, illuminating You Jia's beautiful face and calm eyes.

Anyone who saw the scene just now would probably be scared to death, but she didn't seem to care at all, and there was no trace of fear in her eyes.

In other words, there are no emotions at all.

No struggle, no despair, no regrets, no regrets...

Because Youjia knows it all too well.

From the moment Wei Changtian chose to hand herself over, she was already an abandoned child.

A chess piece abandoned by the man she loves most.

And since he is an abandoned son, what does life and death matter?


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