Chapter 2626: A Chess Piece Falls, Hailstorms Roar

Regardless of how, time cannot be manipulated by Huang Sheli at will.Because time is the most fundamental order of history, even a perfect story will be overturned by the ever-changing nature of time.Fortunately, the time-reversing traveler Huang Sheli has temporarily not reached the absolute peak... otherwise, this history book would be difficult to establish in front of her.

Although Zuo Qiuwu was pressured by Jiang Wang within the mountain and river plate, he still stirred up Spring and Autumn—Under that Bodhi tree, a dust net suddenly secretly formed.This is a secret technique created solely by Zuo Qiuwu, Quiet Thought Confused.Its only function is to lock others' cultivation. If not for Huang Sheli's open Bodhi heart, even this dust net would be invisible.

Even if Huang Sheli had a one-in-a-hundred chance of reaching the peak during the battle, Zuo Qiuwu cautiously erased that "one". Then, with a flicker of his eyes, risking a finger being frozen by Jiang Wang, he also picked out a wisp of literary spirit—High above the sky, a yellow dragon suddenly probed down. Its scales were like cartwheels, its whiskers like sky vines. It shone with chaotic sky light, whipping up surging waves in the human sea.He had naturally cultivated all thirty-six kinds of Confucian sect literary spirit. Only at this moment, they all transformed into one, manifesting as a dragon-transforming literary spirit.This literary spirit yellow dragon bore diligent hardship, majestic between sky and sea, and in an instant, flipped over the white day dream bridge, pouncing towards the frozen intent sea ice coffin.More accurately, it pounced towards Huang Sheli, who was standing above the ice coffin.The yellow dragon spat breath, and ten thousand kinds of Confucian family techniques poured down like a sky waterfall.

Huang Sheli's face was covered in blood, yet she grinned and laughed, saying:"Worldly beauties are like beautiful scenery, one should climb the absolute peak for a view!"With her bloodied hand, she wiped away those dust nets, her blood-dripping eyes looking at the ten thousand kinds of killing techniques.Her yellow robe seemed to have rolled up the wind and sand of the northern desert, her body tense like a hunting leopard... yet only a sound was heard—"My Buddha!"The Subduing Demon Pestle on the Thunder Sound Tower just spun.The smile on the yellow-faced Buddha of the Universal Salvation Subduing Demon Pestle suddenly disappeared.In an instant, Buddha light illuminated everywhere, and in front of the surging Confucian techniques waterfall, a small old man inexplicably and coincidentally appeared—this fate originally did not exist, it was forcibly tied by My Buddha.The old man wore old cotton clothes, held a long pipe, and half-squatted in the air, as if he had just returned from farming. His body was sun-darkened and pitch black, his forehead wrinkles deep, sweat drops connected into beads... he looked harmless to humans and animals.But that hand, only used for rough work and thus rough and chapped, just backhandedly grabbed, and easily probed into the Confucian techniques waterfall, grasping the yellow dragon that laughed proudly in the clouds, as if probing into mud water to grab a small loach.Then, he tilted his head, opened his mouth, threw it in and crunched a few mouthfuls, then chewed it up and swallowed it.In his generation's peak of the Cave True realm, those who reached the absolute peak before forty years old had not yet appeared. Those who pursued ultimate completion, like them, repeatedly polished themselves in the Cave True realm, hoping to still gaze at transcendence after reaching the absolute peak...Zhongshan Yan Wen shed his Dao at the absolute peak, Lou Yue fell into demonhood, Lu Shuanghe blocked his Dao with obsession, and these few years they have only just begun to step... yet only he finally completed his old wish and achieved perfection.It is truly a hundred boats competing to flow, the other shore is hard to cross.Even if repeatedly grinding over the extreme realm of Cave True, it still cannot compare to Jiang Wang's unprecedented strength in the Cave True realm. But the path to the absolute peak was paved early. He rose with momentum on the grassland, his Buddha body was built first, and at this moment, what he displayed was far stronger than his initial proof.He moved away the curling blue smoke of his long pipe, lowered his head to look down, and finally saw Huang Sheli, whose entire body was covered in fresh blood on the ice coffin. In those eyes, which were even somewhat honest, there was full of heartache and pity."Old thing!" He suddenly looked towards Zuo Qiuwu deep within the ice coffin, his eyes already as cold and sharp as knife edges: "You dare hurt the Buddha Lord's daughter?"

Zuo Qiuwu did not look at him, but looked towards Huang Sheli: "I've lost respect, Cabinet Member Huang. Dou Zhao brings a knife, Jiang Wang brings a sword, you... carry a dad, huh?"This is indeed not very proper to say.Among these people in Taixu Pavilion, if they truly want to bring in their background, who doesn't have seven or eight true lords behind them?Saying that Taixu Pavilion handles affairs properly, but if there's a problem, they call for their dad... what is the meaning of this?

"Dad! What mess are you doing!" Huang Sheli did not retreat in the face of a life-or-death crisis, but this time she jumped up and down, her embarrassed voice even trembling:"It's too embarrassing, hurry up and go!"When she was young, her old father indeed always stood up for her, giving a good beating to those smelly boys who dared to contradict her. Later, when she herself could beat everyone down, her old father only stepped in when other parents came to their door—either by saying that children's matters should be handled by the children themselves, or by saying... if you're not convinced, come fight.She indeed didn't know that after her old father cultivated his Buddha image, he actually entrusted his spirit to the Subduing Demon Pestle and always protected her... this was also not treating her as an expert at all!

"Okay okay okay, good daughter, Dad will go immediately." Huang Fu quickly coaxed her, habitually agreeing to everything first, but then looked coldly at Zuo Qiuwu: "Wait until this matter is handled—kill this old thing, and then no one will know that Dad came to help you. Good daughter, you won't lose face."He was also somewhat proud and said loudly: "Good! Good!"Looking at this father-daughter pair, Zuo Qiuwu could still laugh: "You fire-tending monk have no shame, but Huang Sheli is a member of the Taixu Cabinet, a proud son of the era! You are now within the Diligent Bitter Academy, you have history as your book. Covering your ears and stealing a bell, can you do it?"

Huang Fu's face wore a Buddha smile, the fierce light in his eyes turned, and his whole body then jumped downwards: "You sour scholars, you write about snow but don't see snow, you write about wind but the tree branches are low! Seven bends and eight turns, not straightforward at all, writing makes the Buddha Lord very dissatisfied—now come and revise a few strokes!""Dad!" Huang Sheli glared with anger, very dissatisfied that her old father was making a move, seeming to want to force him back, but with a lift of her hand, she threw over the Universal Salvation Subduing Demon Pestle:"Bullying with power spreads like wildfire, killing and robbing when the moon is black and the wind is high—if you're going to do it, do it cleanly! Avoid being laughed at, yet not getting the benefits.""Good daughter!" Huang Fu was in the air, his Buddha treasure body already manifested. He grasped the Subduing Demon Pestle and stabbed downwards without hesitation—Fierce like an old farmer plowing the ground!Zuo Qiuwu's "time body" was located on every page of history, all being flipped over like an old farmer tending fields.Flipping the ground for a while, Spring and Autumn.

Dou Zhao was chopping wildly, from Confucian knife to Mohist knife, borrowing from the nameless ones who died in the past, the hundred schools that seized the gate. At this moment, as he killed, he gradually fused them into one body, fighting more bravely, killing more exhilaratingly, his eyes even burning with golden flames.Suddenly, within every space-time of this Diligent Bitter Academy history book, heaven and earth were flipped upside down.All worlds were fields, the old farmer walked on the ridges.Huang Fu held the pestle as a plow, making his moves faster and fiercer. He used the extremely compassionate divine power of the Buddha Gate, every move sending people to Nirvana, regardless of their willingness, a touch would send them on a journey to the west heaven.As the edge brushed past his face, Dou Zhao, whose battle blood was boiling, also felt an unavoidable shock of cold sweat. This strange Buddha power actually left marks on his golden body.He restrained his large open and close knife path by a few points for a while, itching his teeth but finally not cursing out loud, only saying:"Huang Buddha Lord, do not mistakenly injure me!""You are talkative!" Huang Fu impatiently walked quickly: "This labor thing Spring and Autumn, Spring and Autumn I also read—nothing but spring planting and autumn harvesting! Which is a seedling, which is grass, the Buddha Lord sees clearly. Do not worry needlessly about nothing!"If this wasn't the dad of his colleague Huang Sheli, Dou Zhao would definitely not be so good-tempered.He pouted, and with a sudden step, he lifted:"It's too chaotic here, let's change people to play!"Suddenly, one knife chopped out a white streak, that frosty color stroke hung on the edge of the sky, turning into a white day dream bridge.As he spoke, he remotely looked at Jiang Wang.That quiet sea, which had already condensed into an ice coffin, was also chopped out with an ice edge, flying in the air, suddenly paving into waves, surging on the bridge.Looking at Jiang Wang with this glance was not asking him for help, but telling him... not to block.White day dream bridge, hidden intent sea.Yin and yang penetrate, the Three Paths Bridge appears.Vast blue waves like dragons entwining the white bridge... this Three Paths Bridge, simple in its span over Spring and Autumn.Dou Zhao wiped the edge of his knife, leaped onto the bridge, and Chongxuan Zun, in his white clothes whiter than snow, was exactly face to face with him.On that end of the bridge, rites collapsed and music was ruined, demon qi surged into the sky.On this side of the bridge, white bridge, ice coffin, history book flipping pages.Jiang Wang had in fact already connected everyone's hidden intent seas together. Dou Zhao singled out Chongxuan Zun's hidden intent and carved it out, exchanging it... with Spring and Autumn.The killing here was suppressed, he still had to give Huang Sheli face, endure Huang Fu, and his battle intent was not fully unfolded. On the Holy Demon's side, was there absolutely no one to worry about?He was in a temper to kill, fighting more crazily. Chongxuan Zun directly pointed to his true self, chopping off all delusions, yet was more suitable for this side.Thus, the body was exchanged on the bridge.This shift of form and exchange of shadow was a wild idea decided by Dou Zhao in battle, but Chongxuan Zun seemed to have been prepared for a long time, cooperating tacitly. When the body was exchanged, the moon rose in the middle of the sky.Every page of the history book was flipped open by the Subduing Demon Pestle, every page of the history book was illuminated by the bright moon.Please collect this book!

Huang Fu's words about "seedling" and "grass" were rough, but the reason was not. He also used the moon to illuminate ancient and modern times, lifting his knife to seek... Zuo Qiuwu's most important "human world."Just as Jiang Wang used Ruyi·Thousand Autumn Coffin to freeze Zuo Qiuwu in the deep sea of hidden intent, Ju Kui also arrived at the lake heart pavilion.Li Yi's figure still quietly stood on the pavilion top, like that mocking wind statue. One sword penetrated ancient and modern times, rain drops passed all around him, but his figure was again ethereal and vague, sometimes hidden, sometimes appearing, obviously not only here.Zuo Qiuwu had already been swept away, but the stone chess table inside the lake heart pavilion did not stop.The chess game still continued.Ju Kui walked in one step at a time, one footprint at a time, walking to the empty side where the stone bench had already been moved away, and then slowly sat down—the horizontal and straight "rules" interwoven into a cage, standing into his square stool.Clearly, these were pure white Fa Wu Er Men chains, clearly interwoven into a chain cage, with large gaps between the chains. What was imprisoned within this cage could not be seen.Only vaguely was the sound of unwilling impact heard, seeming to lock up some evil beast.Zuo Qiuwu took away that suspended white piece that had not fallen. Before Chongxuan Zun left the pavilion, he casually continued one piece.Now, Ju Kui sat here, becoming the hand that held the white chess.He sat upright, not too much like playing chess, but like opening court for questioning and trial.The corners of his clothes were like iron, not moved by the wind. He also did not ponder the sound of the rain outside the pavilion. Since he was young, he was not a person who grieved for spring or autumn, only knowing that ropes and rules carried responsibility. He probed his hand from the chess basket, like taking an "execute" order, and picked out a white piece—electric light flashed on his white chess piece, hidden with the might of heavenly punishment.He picked up the white chess piece like picking up an sky-opening axe, a neck-breaking guillotine! The dignified and fearsome aura seemed to turn this lake heart pavilion into an execution ground.But his eyes were quiet and waveless, silently gazing at the black pieces that had fallen on the chessboard.Tap tap tap, the rain hitting the pavilion had an idle sound.Thump thump thump, the pieces falling on the chessboard were actually like the sound of war drums.Ju Kui began to play chess.Rainy idle chess was originally a leisurely taste, but at this time, the black and white pieces on the chessboard were exactly like a battlefield fight, a matter of life and death.The two large black and white dragons were already entangled in a fight, it was clear that a win or loss would be decided on this ground...The latest black piece to fly out suddenly stopped in the air, and amidst it there was a leisurely sigh—"Changed person, ah."

Ju Kui did not speak, only suspending his chess and waiting. The process of playing chess was his process of understanding "rules". Every step of the fight on the chess board helped him understand more of what was happening inside the Diligent Bitter Academy. It made him feel why Zuo Qiuwu sat here and strived, and why his opponent placed the piece.His black and white law realm was in "establishing rules".He would judge this chess game.The black piece continued to speak: "Watching chess is like watching a person. Zuo Qiuwu's piece after long thought should have originally been a heartless 'break'. But after falling, it was an antelope hanging its horns move, completely natural, that kind of free and casualness, Zuo Qiuwu will never have in his lifetime. I thought this was my next opponent, but after that piece, the style changed again—you play chess like iron chains crossing a river, fortifying step by step, strict, cold and fierce, and full of killing intent."The black chess sighed: "I didn't think that amidst my bitterness, a world game separated by ten thousand years could still see such wonderful guests."Ju Kui quietly thought for a moment. Holding that white 'law chess' piece, he finally also made a sound, only dignified and indifferent: "The person who first responded was indeed a great master. But my chess is very mediocre, just some stupid rules, not worthy of mister saying wonderful.""If your chess can actually be called 'mediocre', then the way of chess is extinct!" The voice inside the black piece said: "Where did Zuo Qiuwu find such a good helper? He has already completed that year's bold words, bringing the Diligent Bitter Academy to unprecedented heights, and actually cultivated such talent? Or is he making wedding clothes for others, plotting with tigers for their skin, borrowing fire to burn books?"

Ju Kui showed no change in expression, responding through the chess piece: "Mister thinks so?"The voice inside the black piece said: "You two should both have become famous when you were close to thirty years old."Ju Kui was somewhat thoughtful: "Mister has been trapped here for thirty years?"The voice inside the black piece was quite calm: "Calculating from Dao Calendar 3901... that should be so. This year is the new beginning of Dao Calendar, 3931, right?"Ju Kui's heart moved.《History Knife Chisel Sea》 recorded history from the new beginning of Dao Calendar, ending in Dao Calendar 3900.The time when the entire history book concluded and the pen fell was exactly Dao Calendar 3901!And from then on, Sima Heng no longer appeared in public.Some say he was in closed-door cultivation; some say there were too many people from prominent families who wanted to revise the book, and he was annoyed beyond measure and then hid; some say he went to pursue true history...There were many sayings, only one truth could be confirmed: he never showed his face again.《History Knife Chisel Sea》 was originally set to be revised every sixty years. Many people waited for the new chapter in 3960.In the past thirty years, there have been too many earth-shaking stories, but they must truly fall into the history book and be embodied as words on the pages of 《History Knife Chisel Sea》 for people to be convinced.But would Sima Heng still appear again?

"If I am not mistaken, you should be trapped in a special space-time at this moment. Years do not flow, time is like a quiet sea." Ju Kui said cautiously: "In your voice, I feel no time."The voice inside the black chess piece was silent for a moment, seeming to have a faint, undetectable bitter laugh."This is a special space-time I discovered in my early years. This space-time wanders in the 'history graveyard' where time can be buried. I call it 'Confused Chapter'. I once relied on it to escape many historical dangers. I once thought it was also my book page."This person said: "People inevitably take luck as ability—now I am just trapped here."