Chapter 1 The world is like a new chess game

Lightning hovered silently in the air, and the white light shone everywhere, showing the darkness between the world. Behind the entangled electric light, a black whirlpool suddenly appeared, like a huge mouth open in the void, devouring the magnificent man with the focused lightning around him.

With a bang, it was like a bubble bursting. The heavy light woke up from the dream and felt a cold sweat. This is the seventh time this month, and this strange dream continues to reappear, rousing some memories of what he has experienced.

Where he is now is the wing of a Junyue Inn. Two days ago, he entered Chengdu with Wei Chaozong and his party, and then checked into this inn. In the past two days, he hid in the wing and closed the door, and Wei Chaozong did not ask much.

Wei Chaozong is the largest leader of the horse gang in Sichuan and Tibet. Every year, he buys large-scale leather goods, spices and other specialties from Tubo and Qinghai, and enters Shu along the tea and horse road. Chongguang met him in the wilderness of Qinghai. At that time, his caravan was besieged by a group of horse thieves, and the situation was precarious.

The leader of the horse thief was a mountain eagle in Qinghai. Originally, Emperor Wei Chaozong would take the initiative to send a batch of filial piety to the green forest hero every year to buy a safe one. This year, he didn't know what medicine the mountain eagle took wrong. Unexpectedly, he went back on. After receiving the gift, he still ambled the other party on a dangerous road of the Ma Gang. .

However, the mountain sculpture was so unlucky that it happened to bump into Xiao Chongguang, who returned to the Central Plains from overseas. And one of his men didn't have long eyes and actually wanted to kill this innocent passer-by. As a result, they tragically found that the seemingly harmless young man was a terrible god.

There are too many means to deal with these horse thieves who only know human martial arts. Even if he doesn't use Taoist magic, after he became a Yuanying, his own cultivation in martial arts has been the only one in the world, and he easily subdued these red-eyed bandits.

The repeated nightmares over the past few days have made Chongguang upset, and even more murderous. Every time he takes action, one person must die. As long as he is hit by his flesh palms, no matter what his skills are, he will burst into a ball of debris and his bones will be left.

These reckless gangsters have been scared. They have never seen such an opponent. Whether they cut an axe or shoot with a sword, they can't hurt the other party at all, and as long as they are gently swept, they are a life. Looking at the situation of this man's action, it is clear that he can subdue everyone with one move, but he chose a slow slaughter to give everyone a little hope of escape, and then smash this hope with his own hands.

Chongguang got up from **, walked to the yard outside the house, put his hands into the water tank, picked up a touch of cold water, and poured it on his face. The cold well water numbed his nerves and freed him from his chaotic memories.

At this time, the east has turned white, and the morning light is gently sprinkled in the courtyard of the inn, making people unconsciously intoxicated. It is already the early autumn of October, the season when the vegetation turns yellow, and the cool autumn wind blows, bringing bursts of coolness.

He hit a basin of clear water and buried his face deep in the water. The cold well water stimulated his skin. In a trance, he seemed to see the situation of the day again.

The bloody horror of the scene made Wei Chaozong, who was rescued, unable to vomit and was afraid that his side would also be affected. They were frightened and squatted on the ground and hugged his head. As for the mountain eagle, he saw his hand turn into a pile of flesh and blood, and the murderous demon king was walking towards him step by step with an indifferent smile. Every step he approached, there was one less living person on the field. Some bandits who tried to escape were frightened to find that no matter how much they walked, they were still in place, and more people began to commit suicide desperately.

The mountain sculpture roared hysterically, but found that it could no longer make a sound. The smiling young man has turned the whole wilderness into a Shura hell, and the flesh and debris on the ground make people chill from the bottom of his heart. He finally lost his strength and fell softly to the ground in vain until his crazy right hand pressed on his head. When death came, his face even showed a relieved smile.

At the end of a bloody killing, Chongguang found that his inner pressure seemed to have subsided a little. He hit the last punch numbly and burst the bearded gangster in front of him into a ball of meat. Looking at his still white and flawless hands, he inexplicably felt relaxed and turned to the other side, the group of merchants who were crouching on the ground and trembled.

Wei Chaozong's body trembled like sieve. Looking at the heavy light coming towards him step by step, his knees finally softened and he couldn't help kneeling down: "Don't kill me, don't kill me. I'm just a businessman. I don't know them." Chongguang looked at him calmly and groaned, "Are you from Fuzhou?"

This is the first time Wei Chaozong heard Chongguang speak. He thought that this demon king could not speak human language, but he didn't expect that they were still half a fellow villager. Wei Chaozong was from Fuzhou, but he was not in the same county as Chongguang. As soon as he begged for mercy, Chongguang recognized the common accents.

His accent saved his life, and Chongguang, who had been numb, finally woke up from the desire to kill after hearing the local accent that had not been heard for many years. After a conversation, the two suddenly found that their hometown was only a hundred miles away from each other.

He shook his head silently, ending the morning imagination. He untied the ribbon of his hair, soaked it in water, and slowly rubbed it with water. This coldness made him feel much better, but his heart was still heavy, as if he were pressing a huge stone.

He is less than 30 years old, but he likes memories more and more. Sometimes, he will sit in a chair in a daze all day, reappearing the bits and pieces of the past in his mind. Too many messy memories disturbed his thoughts. Sometimes, his memory was biased, which made him entangled all day long. Was it like this at that time, or was it like this?

He is less talkative than before and more like a dusk old man. In addition to his messy memories, his favorite thing to do is to walk on the country roads, look at the flowers and trees around him, and the birds in the sky. Sometimes there are some old people walking on crutches, and naughty children playing happily in the fields. These situations made him feel very intimate, and even evoked some unforgettable beauty in his memory.

"Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao." It was He Jin, the relative of Wei Chaozong, who trotted all the way to shout. Mr. Xiao, the boss is going to the banquet of Li Taishou in Chengdu today. I want to ask him if he is free to go to the banquet together.

Wei Chaozong's business is very big, and there are many people following him. When he learned that Chongguang was from the same hometown and was on his way to Shuzhong, he begged the murderous Mr. Xiao to walk with him. Obviously, the friendship of his hometown made him relax his vigilance, and the power of killing gods has become a security in his eyes.

Chuguang is in a trance these days, and it's really a little boring. Since Wei Chaozong had invited him, he had nothing to do, so he just accepted it. Wei Chaozong took several attendants, rode a strong horse with Chongguang, and went straight to the Taishou Mansion.

Li Taishou's mansion is not far from the Grand Hyatt Inn, which is located in the most prosperous area in Chengdu. Several pines and cypresses are hidden in front of the house, and the stone road goes all the way to the courtyard. Although it is not luxurious, it is very interesting. The group got off the horse in front of the main door, and the quick-sighted Li family came forward to serve.

Emperor Wei took the lead and walked around a few times in the courtyard of Li's house. Through a courtyard door, he saw the main hall of Li's house, with a small yard three feet square in the courtyard door, planted with some flowers and plants. In front of the main hall, there stood a middle-aged Confucian student in his 40s, dressed in a green shirt, slightly white temples, holding a feather fan in his hand, and looking at the door. Seeing the Wei Chaozong and his party, he smiled and shouted loudly, "Brother Yuxian, you have been a fool for a long time!"