Lanke Chess Edge

The jujube trees in the courtyard move with the wind, and the rustling sound between the branches and leaves is very rhythmic. This rhythm seems to be in line with the writing rhythm of the plan, and there are also weights between the gullies and ravines.

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In the previous communication with the old beggar, Ji Yuan did take the opportunity to chat with him about a lot of trivial matters in the world, and what he said from the eyes of the old beggar was very different from others.

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The old beggar walks through the mountains and rivers, looking for a certain pattern from the evil spirits and immortals he encounters, natural disasters and man-made disasters, judging the differences in the qi of each party, and using the feelings of the old beggar to tell the difference between chaos and disorder Chaos and restlessness are also beneficial to Jiyuan, and it is convenient for him to understand the part of the so-called situation of the world.

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There are very few immortal houses like Yuhuai Mountain who don’t like to walk in the world, and there are not many demon clans such as old dragons. There are only senior beggars who like to play in the world or roll in the world and cultivate in abundance. .

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So it's no wonder that the old beggar complained that Ji Yuan was deliberately surrounding him after he left Ning'an County. In fact, this is why he was deliberately surrounding him. In fact, a large part of the reason is that Ji Yuan wanted to hear about it. .

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Writing is not only a deduction process of his own Taoism, but also a meditative process. While writing in a detached manner, he also thinks about the previous things, especially the first thing about the monk Huitong and Yunzhou.

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Monk Huitong has been fine all the time. It may be that there is nothing in the country of Tingliang and nothing in the country of Tianbao, or it may be pure luck.

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Thinking of it badly, back then, when Lao Long started to kill in a rage and the subsequent water and land dharma conferences, he seemed to have a sense of stunned by the grass, but everything has two sides.

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In this situation where I suddenly felt that Yunzhou might be changing and I couldn't figure it out, of course, it would be more appropriate to knock the mountain and shake the tiger.

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And although there is no way to explain it to others, Ji Yuan is more inclined to infer that something will happen to Yunzhou sooner or later. In terms of time, this matter naturally does not constitute the so-called doom of heaven and earth, but it will definitely become a large part of the influence in hundreds of thousands of years.

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With all the troubles coming together, it is naturally the best to have the opportunity to stabilize a basic plan first. Even if it is only the Yunzhou area, Ji Yuan is currently opening the situation in Dazhen, and other directions are still dark.

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There are only a few mature chess pieces, and although the chessboard is large, there are not many suitable positions.

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This is different from the normal chessboard placement. It can’t be filled in empty space. It depends on the chance. In order to get the key hand, the weight or number of the pieces must be one of the two.

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'I feel very weak, I can only take one step first! ’

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Ji Yuan sighed, the wolf in his hand just stopped writing, and unknowingly, while thinking about it, he wrote densely teeny tiny characters on a piece of rice paper, more than a thousand words.

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This made Ji Yuan, who had reacted to it, stunned for a while, as if I had just written something in a circle.

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Putting the pen on the pen stand, Ji Yuan picked up the rice paper, blew the ink, and put it in front of him for a closer look. Since the handwriting that he wrote is sincere, of course, no matter how small the words are, there will be no troubles of not being able to read them clearly.

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And because after all, it was derived from the deduction of the moment of my own mind wandering, as I continued to read, some wonderful divine intentions also manifested in my heart, which were some unsustainable nodes in the universe.

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The more he looked, the more his smile became more prominent, and his expression showed a look of surprise.

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"The brush of the gods, hahahahaha... It's really a stroke of the gods!"

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After reading a page of tiny words, Ji Yuan's slightly gloomy mood before was swept away, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

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The so-called article is born by nature, and it is obtained by a clever hand, and it is also applicable to the deduction of magical powers at the moment.

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Perhaps during the unconscious deduction before, I could not help but think of the involvement of power, and perhaps it was also extended to the magical use of the claw in the sleeve of the Dharma sleeve when Lao Long grabbed the monk before. It is an important breakthrough in the art of the universe in the strategic fate of the fortress.

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This is even more pleasing to Jiyuan than when the real fire of Samadhi changed from virtual to real, because this is really a wonderful method that he deduced by himself without using tricks or relying on external forces. Although the breakthrough is only the beginning, there will be Got a clue.

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At this time, the residents of the nearby Tianniufang were busy at home, and they could hear Ji Yuan's happy laughter.

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"Who is laughing so happy?"

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A village woman asked suspiciously, and the old man who was weaving a basket next to him differentiated his guesses.

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"It seems to be Mr. Ji's voice."

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"Oh, it's rare, I haven't heard Mr. Ji speak aloud."

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"Maybe I finally found my mother-in-law!"

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"Oh no……"

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The old man looked at his daughter who was unable to marry.

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"Could it be that you still have bad thoughts about Mr. Ji?"

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The village woman just smiled awkwardly and defended in a low voice.

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"I don't even dare to look at Mr. Ji..."

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"It's good to know, don't be lazy and want to eat swan meat!"

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"..."...

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Yin Zhaoxian was so busy because Wanzhou was waiting for a hundred wastes, and he even called Yin Qing, who had just finished referring to the Jizhou state solution, back to Wanzhou again to help with various things.

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Compared with Yin's mother who still regards Yin Qing as a child, in Yin Zhaoxian's eyes, the eldest son, who has already been honored as a weak crown, is already a talented person who can stand on his own.

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The Yin family is very busy many times, so naturally they will not come to Jiyuan, while Lao Long is often dozing off, and his sleep is only better than Jiyuan. There are not many others who will come or dare to disturb Jiyuan.

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There was no other unfavorable news during the addition period. Under such circumstances, it was the Spring of Ding Hai, and Ji Yuan practiced and deduced quietly at home, and before he knew it, nearly a year passed.

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At the beginning of April, the tranquility of Ju'an Pavilion was finally broken again.

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This morning, Ji Yuan woke up from his sleep and was reading jade slips in the courtyard when he heard footsteps approaching Ju'an Pavilion in the alley of Tianniufang outside.

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"Are you sure Mr. Ji is here?"

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A man with a slightly vicissitudes complexion asked an old man in the market again, and the latter replied with a smile.

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"Although Mr. Ji rarely goes out, people are definitely there. If he is not there, most of the courtyard doors of the small pavilions are locked. Look, the courtyard doors are not locked."

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The man with the vicissitudes of life also showed joy, and thanked the old man.

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"Thank you old man for leading the way, this is a thank you..."

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"Hey, you are a descendant, we and Mr. Ji's villagers, you said that it was his old friend that I should bring you here, and I went home and led the way, how will I see Mr. Ji after taking your money? "

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The old man muttered, turned his head and left.

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The man looked at the direction the old man was leaving, and then looked at the Ju'an Pavilion not far away, a dozen feet away. He could see the lush jujube tree in the courtyard. Forgot the way.

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When the man walked to the front of the small pavilion, Ji Yuan in the courtyard had already put down the jade slip, tapped a blind eye, and turned it into a roll of ordinary bamboo slips.

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"Master Lu, push the door and come in. The door is not latched."

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A peaceful and neutral voice came from inside, and the man who was about to knock on the door stopped.

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Feeling a little excited, his heart beat a little faster, after a moment of hesitation, the man pushed open the courtyard door.

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Entering Deju'an Pavilion, at first sight, he saw Ji Yuan in front of the stone table under the jujube tree, wearing a green shirt, putting on the hosta, stroking bamboo slips, and staring at him with half-open eyes.

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There seems to be a difference between Mr. Ji like this and the Mr. Ji in his memory, but he thinks it should be like this.

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The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down what was in his hand and bowed.

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"Mr. Ji, take the wind to visit..."

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He raised his head again to look at Ji Yuan, and said with obvious excitement.

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"Mr. Ji, you haven't changed at all over the years!"

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Ji Yuan looked at the visitor, and compared to the handsome young man who was like a gentleman at the beginning~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Lu Chengfeng's face seemed much more vicissitudes of life.

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There were no weapons on his body, and a pair of calloused hands lifted the things they brought from the ground, but it was just a jar of wine with a "Tu Su" piece of paper attached to it.

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Ji Yuanfa opened his eyes and looked at the state of Lu Chengfeng's body at this time. He was not as energetic as he used to be. He was obviously only in his thirties, but he was already showing twilight. He couldn't help but speak with emotion.

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"Ten years of misty and rainy Jianghu Road, half of the business is full of slaughter, Lu Shaoxia, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, right? Please come and sit."

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Lu Chengfeng was a little dazed when he heard it. After a while, he turned around and closed the courtyard door. He carried it and walked into the courtyard.

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"I heard that Mr. likes wine... I brought this jar of wine here. It's not some kind of nectar, it's just something my father brewed during his lifetime."

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Lu Chengfeng spoke and put the wine on the table, followed by a dozen or so breaths of silence. Ji Yuan didn't speak, let alone stand up, and sat beside him and groped the bamboo slips.

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"Mr. Ji, do you still remember the nine of us back then?"

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Lu Chengfeng suddenly asked such a question, but Ji Yuan still touched the bamboo slip and called out the names.

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"Yan Fei, Lu Chengfeng, Luo Ningshuang, Du Heng, Wang Ke, Zhao Long, Lan Xiangning, Bao Dong, Dong Bicheng, you have always remembered your voices."

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Lu Chengfeng was a little stunned again, as if he just remembered that Mr. Ji is blind.

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"Mr. Ji has a good memory, but I didn't remember everything..."