"You want to save him?"

On the desert, the old man in the robe said to the old Taoist priest.

At this moment, Master Yu Yin was kneeling on the ground, his eyes covered with blood, as if he had not closed his eyes for many days. He used the Taoist method to try to condense his junior brother's ashes. But the wind and sand in Loulan were too great, and his meridian cultivation had not yet been cured. No matter how hard he tried, he could only confuse the sand and ashes and could not be separated completely.

"It's useless." The old man in the robe shook his head, picked up the teapot at his waist and took a sip. "Xie Wensheng told me that if he wants to resurrect one person, he must ensure that his body is intact. But your junior brother has experienced the heavenly disaster. After this disaster, he has broken bones and ashes. It's a blessing that he has this little ashes."

"What do you want to do?" Yu Yin's voice was extremely low.

"You know what I want to do, why do you need to ask again?" the old man in the robe sighed.

"Is it worth it?" Yu Yinzhen said.

"I can't wait too long, I have an agreement with others." The old man put away the teapot, "Although it's just to help others sleep in the sword tomb, it sounds boring, right? But this is the thing that I and she were most looking forward to back then."

"So I have to do it regardless of whether it is worth it or not. Even the things I do now are what I hate the most."

Yu Yin's pupils shrank slightly and he didn't say anything.

"This is one of the ten swords I forged back then. It can be seen that the flowers of time pass by, but the more withering and prosperous you can see life and death." The old man gently lifted up his robe and inserted a sword beside him. A flower bloomed on the hilt of the sword. "I hope it will be helpful to you." With a little apology, he walked into the cottage beside him.

There are no more two young men with different personalities in thatched cottage, but there is one more chessboard, and there is an endgame on the chessboard.

The old man came to the chessboard, picked up a black piece, and then gently fell down somewhere on the chessboard.

It's just sunny outside Luoyang.

Xiao Haochen was holding the whisk and was reading a book with concentration.

Mo Wendong, wearing a straw raincoat, was sitting by the lake fishing. After hearing the sound of flipping books, he looked up and asked, "What book are you reading?"

"Chess record." Xiao Haochen turned a page and replied.

"Oh? Master Xiao is already very skilled in chess. Now the emperor has repeatedly urged me to invite you into the palace and play chess in front of the emperor." Mo Wendong stood still and looked straight at the fishing rod in front of him.

"Master Mo, don't destroy me. My chess skills that are unattractive are nothing in front of the Master." Xiao Haochen smiled casually.

"When it comes to chess, I have seen this passage in a chess book: mountains and rivers can be seen in chess, and sentient beings can be seen. The whole world is visible on the chessboard." Mo Wendong shook his head and smiled, but the fishing rod in his hand was not moved at all. "When I saw this, I thought it was ridiculous. The chessboard and the pieces were scattered, how could I see the vast world? Looking back now, I always laughed at myself in my heart. At the same time, I was secretly glad that I had met such a good teacher back then."

Xiao Haochen frowned slightly, but soon stretched out, put away the book in his hand, and smiled and said, "Why is Mr. Mo so idle recently? Even I know that as a national magistrate and a minister of Dali Temple, you should be busy with everything, rather than chatting about chess with me, a idle person."
Chapter completed!