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Chapter 112, The Way of Standing, Combining Rigidity and Softness
In a trance, Yun Qing found that he had returned to Zangfeng Pavilion, and the surrounding rivers, yin and yang, had all disappeared. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"
She looked at the Tai Chi picture again, the yin and yang of Tai Chi had disappeared, and there was only a girl in white, coldly holding the sword, lifelike. It seems that every picture here represents a sword spirit, and when Yun Qing did not enter the picture to understand the meaning of the sword, this pattern was taken with a few strokes, making people unable to see why, and when she felt When the sword spirit is thinking, the real image of the sword spirit will appear on the painting.
There are also advantages and disadvantages between sword spirits. Yun Qing's choice of Tai Chi Sword Intent was a step in the right direction. Jiang Yingyue is really a big man. She has left a long-standing reputation in the entire history of Beichuan University.
What Yun Qing saw in the Taiji map before was the scene when the Gaya clan overthrew the old dynasty and established the Gaya dynasty. Just as the Temple of Heaven assisted the Dajing tribe in destroying the Tianzhu Kingdom, the Gaya Dynasty was also supported by the Holy Land of Humanity. Jiang Yingyue seems to be the representative of Moling Sword Pavilion in the world back then. According to today's calculations, her status is probably similar to that of a national teacher. Only Yun Qing did not know until today that she was still the princess of the old dynasty.
Being both humane, Mo Ling's treatment of the kingship of the world is somewhat different from that of the Temple of Heaven. Yunqing always felt that there was some kind of thought in Moling's swordsmanship of "preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires". Although they participated in the way of human beings, they did not put themselves into the rolling red dust, but rather detached themselves in a very detached way. attitude towards the world. For example, Jiang Yingyue once said before that she and the world have been causally broken, and she can no longer be regarded as a princess of the old dynasty.
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They lead humanity to prosperity with the most objective and rational attitude.
On the other hand, in the Temple of Lvtian, the priests of Lvtian, headed by the national teacher, entered the court one after another to serve as officials, to guide the king, and to control the power of the court. It is precisely because they have learned how to be a real person, so the disciples of the Temple of Heaven will fight with blood for Jiu Ming City, and they will cry bitterly for the dead human race. Therefore, only in the Temple of Heaven can they clearly see the purity of heart and soul. Dirty side by side.
Just like the Taishangdao and Xiaoyaodao in the orthodox immortality, although it is impossible to say which is good or bad, there is always something suitable or not.
Yun Qing pondered a lot, and after the thoughts settled down a little, he began to look at the freehand paintings again. With the experience of Jiang Yingyue last time, she quickly picked a pair of swords this time.
There is a diamond in this picture, a sharp sword is inserted obliquely on the stone, the sword is stronger than the stone, but the light of the sword is like a pool of autumn water, and there is a mysterious jade hanging on the sword ear, the jade is soft and elegant.
This is the Sword Intent of Fengjiang, and it is also one of Moling's direct lineages.
Yun Qing put his hand on the painting, and in the blink of an eye, his mind was dragged into the small world where the sword spirit was. She passed through the layers of cloud barriers, countless heavy fogs, and saw the scholar in the blue and white long gown in the dense mountain forest.
This scholar is very similar to Song Liyou, looking elegant and peaceful, it is easy to make people feel good. He is playing against a silver-armored general. This general looks familiar. He is five points similar to the First Emperor Gaya that Yun Qing saw in Jiang Yingyue, but his temperament is more than domineering and lacks integrity.
"Mr. He's words are counted?" the general asked, raising his thick eyebrows, quite a bit of Jianghu. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"
The scholar Nianzi, settled down, looked at it carefully for a while, and then said: "If the prince doesn't believe it, why should he come to find someone?"
"Hahaha, Xiao Wang naturally believes it, but if you can listen to Mr.'s promise, you will be more at ease." Prince Gaya Yangcheng laughed, "Come on, when I win this game, I will invite Mr. He. Go out of the mountains and seal the border for me!"
"The prince still wins. Let's talk about it." Mr. He laughed.
Gaya Yangcheng holds the black piece, his chess is fierce and fearless, and he moves forward like a black dragon, sweeping the whole situation, and the white characters are scattered in the corners as if they were suppressed and breathless.
"Mr. He, I would like to thank Moling Jiange for the help of the royal father's enthronement this time, but there is still something in the little king's heart that I don't understand. I hope you can give me some advice." Bamboo trend.
Mr. He holds the white piece, and the chess road is long and winding, obscure and difficult, and people can't see why.
He seemed to drop a piece at random, his eyes kept on the chessboard, without even looking at Gaya Yangcheng: "Please speak."
"Duanjun lost the mandate of heaven, and the father and emperor got the mandate of heaven. Dare to ask why the destiny is in love with me, Gaya, and not others? How can we not lose the destiny and prosper for a long time?"
If someone else asks this question, it would be a great treason, but Gaya Yangcheng is a high-ranking prince, so asking this is quite a sense of politeness and corporal.
"You should ask Heaven's Mandate about this, not me." Mr. He fell down, his eyes widened with a smile, and the white characters began to come alive from the corners, stitched together into an airtight net, the black dragon. Trapped and unable to break free.
Gaya Yangcheng frowned and was about to say something, but Mr. He clicked on the chessboard and said, "Prince please come back, you have already lost."
Heilong was cut off in the middle, and Baizi had already laid a net, just to be dismembered to zero.
Gaya Yangcheng turned pale in shock. After only a few words, the white child, who had already seen the dead end, turned him back: "Mr. He is really a countryman!"
Mr. He bowed his hands and said no more.
Gaya Yangcheng stepped back angrily, and said indignantly before leaving, "I must do another day to ask for advice!"
There are no more people in the mountains, only the breeze crosses the hills, and the scholars copy the chess manuals.
"But Mr. He Qingqiu?" Yun Qing walked out of the forest slowly.
As Mr. He sorted out the chess sheet on the chessboard, he said, "Would you like to accompany me to the next game?"
Yun Qing was stunned for a moment: "I won't."
Mr. He looked up at her and said with a smile, "It's okay, just get off."
He said, and without waiting for Yun Qing to agree, he cleaned up the chessboard, and then placed Heizi in front of her. Yun Qing thought to himself, this game of chess is not a fight, how can you play whatever you want, there must be a rule?
"Come on, you heard what I told the prince just now. If you beat me, I'll go with you." Mr. He smiled.
Yun Qing hurriedly wanted to refuse: "I really don't know..."
"Then we'll have to say goodbye." As he said that, he was about to leave after packing up.
Yun Qing thought that it would be a dead horse to be a living horse doctor, and he would not lose a piece of meat in the next round. It was reasonable to lose, and if he won, he would pick up a sword spirit for nothing.
"Can Mr. He explain the rules?" Yun Qing said with a bit of a scalp.
Mr. He smiled and said, "Go down first and talk while walking."
The next game was quite satisfactory. Mr. He explained the rules to her, and accompany her to practice the opening game. There was no advanced chess game.
"I remember that Mr. He did help the Gaya Dynasty to lead the army to fight, strategizing and strategizing. Later, Emperor Gaya was named Duke Fengjiang. I don't know if I remembered it wrong or what?" Yun Qing just learned, the next step thought for a long time. During this time, he chatted with He Qingqiu.
He Qingqiu said: "You remember correctly, it's just that the one who invited me out was not the prince, but the later Gaya Martial Emperor."
Yun Qing looked up at him, then buried his head back in the chess game and asked, "Could it be that Emperor Wu won you?"
"Not bad," he said, "don't think too much, just drop by."
Yun Qing felt that there was a kind of meaning in his words, "Anyway, you can't win no matter how much you want, so it's better to end it quickly and don't waste my time", so he had to lose one. In fact, she was secretly using the scriptures to calculate the chess path just now, but unfortunately there are so many ways, if she really wants to calculate it, she may be exhausted, and she still has to suppress her anger, so she does not dare to cheat any more.
"It seems that Emperor Wu is also a good player." Yun Qing said.
He Qingqiu quickly dropped a piece, and Yun Qing couldn't see how his piece was going. He could only see the empty space and start playing chess casually.
He Qingqiu also saw that she was playing blindly, shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't see his chess, but his character."
"What's the answer to this?" Yun Qing started playing a lot faster than before, almost without any need to use his brain, he suddenly filled the black pieces on the chessboard.
He Qingqiu explained to her patiently: "Prince chess is domineering, and it is not enough to achieve a prosperous and powerful country, but he can be the king in troubled times. Emperor Wu's chess is the king's way, which can promote benevolence, righteousness, courtesy and wisdom, and also One world."
Yun Qing was a little curious: "What about me?"
"...In a mess." He Qingqiu glanced at her Heizi again, shaking her head as if she couldn't bear to look directly.
All in all, Yun Qing was almost killed by He Qingqiu in one game, and at the end he sighed happily: "Hey, I haven't played such a refreshing chess game in a long time."
is not that right? Whoever looked for him to play chess in the past was not the power of a national scholar, how could he find a beginner like Yun Qing to abuse him.
Yun Qing held the chessboard and said to He Qingqiu reluctantly, "Mr. He really doesn't want to go out with me?"
"Let's go." He Qingqiu took out the unfinished chess manual and looked at it carefully, without looking at Yun Qing.
"Senior Jiang Yingyue said that this was not the time to join the WTO, so he didn't go out with me. What about Mr. He? You won't stay here because I can't win against you, right?" Yun Qing asked.
He Qingqiu closed the scroll in his hand with a snap, and took off the sword from his waist. This sword was exactly the same as the painting Yun Qing saw when he came in.
He drew his sword out of its scabbard, then swiped on the ground, drawing himself in a small circle, Yun Qing only felt that this small world seemed to be divided by something, completely unaffected by other things. Standing in the circle, He Qingqiu seems to be the master of the small world, in which he manipulates everything and does whatever he wants.
"This is the sword intent of territorial vassal." He Qingqiu said, "Under the whole world, all are kings, and within the four seas, all are kings. This place is sealed, and this world is under absolute control."
Yun Qing sighed softly, "Senior joined?"
"It used to be in harmony." He Qingqiu took the sword and said, "Fengjiang Sword Intent is different from the other two lines of Moling's direct lineage. It is a sword of literature, not fighting, but only sovereign art. Its way is taken from the earth, only Those who combine hardness and softness can win my heart, so you can't."
"You are the same as the prince, you can be domineering, but you can't be king."
Yun Qing suddenly said, "Thank you senior for your suggestion."
He Qingqiu put his hands behind his back and said indifferently: "You should have known earlier that the one who can dominate is not necessarily the king. You are not the person I hoped for, so I can't leave Zangfeng Pavilion with you."
Yun Qing nodded, expressing his understanding: "I don't have the heart to be a king either, but I just feel that there are countless avenues in the world, and it is possible to combine rigidity and softness to obtain the Dao, but it is not a bad idea to be extremely rigid or extremely soft."
"Yes, in the end, there is no good or bad inheritance in this world, only if it is suitable or not. You are not suitable for my sword spirit, but I think there will always be someone who is compatible with you in this great Tibetan Fengge. Don't waste time. , go find that one, maybe it's waiting for you too."
He Qingqiu waved at her, then lowered his head to clean up the chessboard, and said no more.
Yun Qing nodded solemnly, bowed his hands in a salute, and disappeared in place.
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