Even though his body was crooked, the pace of Ji Yuan gradually accelerated.

'Doom... Doom ......'

While his mind was churning, Ji Yuan swayed left and right, swaying forward aimlessly, like a wandering spirit, the sharp pain in his eyes showed no sign of abating, and his already blurred vision was even more bloody.

Ji Yuan's right hand just pressed against his eyes, as if his eyes would explode if he didn't do so.

His physical condition is very poor, but Ji Yuan's mind is trying his best to think about the lifelong knowledge of two lifetimes, eager to find an answer, understand the chessboard of this heaven and earth and the method of cracking.

The thoughts in his heart were wandering, and his body was wandering around with blood-red eyes, Ji Yuan swayed and rampage on the streets of Tianfu, subconsciously just looking for one thing, and what to find was even his own strength to think clearly.

'There must be, there must be......

Suddenly, in front of a vendor on the street, he found a pair of Go for sale, and in an instant, his thoughts were clear, and Ji Yuan rushed forward directly to grab the chessboard box and leave, not even caring about paying the money.

"Hey, hey, you...... Grab my chess ......"

The hawker, who had no spirit, saw someone snatching something, and immediately wanted to attack, but he was frightened by Ji Yuan's hideous appearance with bloodied eyes, and his voice went from strong to weak, and he didn't dare to chase it out and grab back the chessboard.

"Ho... Ho... Ho ho ......"

His breath trembled, and he was a little delirious and kept muttering a sentence in his heart.

'I'm a chess player... I'm a chess player......

Like a mad demon, Ji Yuan staggered all the way out of the city, obviously the center of gravity was unstable, but his pace continued to accelerate, and finally almost turned into an afterimage, heading straight for the wilderness and mountains.

ran wildly for a day and night, and ran straight out of Juntianfu City for more than 300 miles, rushing to the deserted Junyuan Mountain, ignoring the thorns, vines and weeds all the way.

Ji Yuan rushed in the mountains for a long time, and as soon as he saw a stone cave in front of him that was only two zhang deep, he immediately rushed towards it with a chessboard as if he had found a savior.

Staggering into the cave wall, the Qingteng Sword was untied and placed on the edge of the cave, the chessboard box was put down, and Ji Yuan sat in it like a demon, and his mind was full of the previous picture and fear lingering.

Open the chess box and take out the black and white, what is in front of you is no longer the mortal dust chessboard, but the general trend of the world as you like.

Glimpse the deed of the great changes in heaven and earth, Ji Yuan absolutely can't or dare not say it to anyone.

He has an almost certain intuition, he is a chess player who is peeking at the changes in the world, and he is stealing the day and changing the world, once he tells the truth to people, the end will be far worse than the original Qingsong Dao people countless times, I am afraid that he will count someone or even the person who hears this, will be turned into ashes in an instant!

The heavy pressure is like a mountain, and he must find an answer by himself, no one can ask for it!

Once in the small pavilion courtyard of Ju'an in Ning'an County, Ji Yuan played chess with Yin Zhao first, and he could play many games in half a day, but at this moment, every chess piece fell in the virtual qi machine of the artistic conception of mountains and rivers after countless changes, projecting the hidden heaven and earth chessboard onto the Go board in front of him, and falling a piece was like lifting a mountain.

The artistic conception Dan furnace has always been really blazing, and the mana in the body has been running wildly for a moment, just to support this time.

The change in time has lost its meaning to the consciousness of Ji Yuan at this moment, but it is evident in the body.

The stars shift, the moon rises and the sun sets, and the thunderstorm clouds rise and sunset......

Even though the situation and meaning are special at this moment, it is already very slow, but the fate is gradually getting thinner and thinner......

One night.

"Whew~~~~~~~~~"

A desolate wolf howl sounded not far away, and soon after, an old lone wolf, driven out of the wolf pack, cautiously approached the cave wall in the middle of the mountain in the night, and saw a man frozen there.

The man's body was motionless, his hands were hanging above the chessboard in a holding position, his clothes were a little ragged, and dead branches and fallen leaves were piled up all over him.

"Hohoo~~~~"

The old wolf lowered his body and cautiously approached the cave wall, saliva dripping as his fangs were exposed.

"Buzz~~~"

Leaning on the outside of the cave wall, the sword blade of the green vine roared, and the blade slid out of the scabbard less than half an inch, and the cold light of the sword blade had already made the old wolf like an ice cave.

"Woo... Woohoo......"

The frightened old wolf fled in a hurry with his tail between his legs......

。。。

In the fifteenth year of Dazhen Yuande, in the county school of Ning'an County, there is no sound of reading today.

Among the students in the school, half of them were older before, except for a few who returned to their home life, the rest of them actually got the opportunity to go on to higher education and went to several academies in Desheng Mansion.

At this moment, the youngest of the schoolchildren in the hall was seven years old, and the oldest was sixteen years old, all of them looked at their masters with reverence and reluctance, and Yin Qing, who was already fifteen years old, was also sitting in it.

Yin Zhaoxian didn't speak, but wrote an article in front of the master's desk, and after a long time, he gently blew it a few times to make the ink dry faster, and then placed it on the side of the table.

Seeing that the handwriting on the paper on the table had dried up, he took it and folded it carefully, put it in an envelope, and then took a pen and wrote on the envelope: Master gave Du Ming.

When he finished writing, he closed the letter and put it aside, and stacked it on top of the already thick paper seal on the other side of the desk.

After doing this, Yin Zhaoxian took the pen again, dipped it in ink and began to write the next one.

Today, Yin Fuzi from the county school in Ning'an County wants to write a letter to every student, just like the one that the students who dropped out of school and returned home received before leaving, just like the one that those students who went to the distant academy when they left.

The whole school was silent, no children disturbed their master's writing, and they sat down with no one talking to each other.

This kind of school discipline is out of respect from the heart, today's Yin Zhaoxian, the majesty of the master does not need a ruler, and the ruler of the county school in Ning'an County has long been dusted.

About half an hour passed, Yin Zhaoxian put the pen back on Beacon Hill, waited for the ink on the last piece of paper to dry, and then put it in the seal.

"Okay, there are seventy-seven out of sixty letters, all of them have been written, and I will send them to you one by one when the school is in session. ”

This hand Yin Zhaoxian imitated his best friend's fate, and he felt that it was very good, and it could more or less make students firm in their ideals.

The students below all looked at Yin Zhaoxian, and seeing that Yin Zhaoxian was also a little compassionate, he stood up and smiled.

"Why do you want to read the books of the sages? I want to give back to the world, but in today's world, it is not easy to implement the way of the sages, and I can't do it with a single cloth. ”

Yin Zhaoxiang held a handwritten book of "A Treatise on Birds" in his hand.

"Master, I am also a former state solution to the examination on the article B, this re-examination is self-motivated to go further, and it is good to display my ambitions in the future, Master I will educate thousands of people, and educate thousands of people for the official world!"

"Master...... I heard my father say that officialdom is very cruel, and there is no blood in the battle for the temple......"

A thirteen-year-old boy at the front of the class hesitated, but still spoke, this is the second son of Chen Sheng, the county magistrate of Ning'an County, named Chen Yuchun, and one of Yin Zhaoxian's more admired students.

In fact, in the past two years, Yin Zhaoxian, the master of Ning'an County, has already had some fame in nearby counties and even two or three academies.

As a result, people from other counties sent their children to school in Ning'an, which also led to a lot of more students in the county.

Chen Yuqing heard his father Chen Sheng evaluate Yin Fuzi at the end of last year, saying that he has absolute ambitions, and although his "Theory of Birds" and "Zhiyi" are still improving, they are not simple books at present, but this kind of person is too righteous and prone to officialdom.

Chen Yuqing was a little scared of these words, and he didn't dare to say them now for some reason, for fear that his master would really not be able to come back after saying them.

Yin Zhaoxian naturally didn't know the complicated thoughts in the students' minds, but he just felt the reluctance and worry of the students about him, and his heart warmed.

"Well, Master, although I am only a scholar, I have also talked about temples with friends, and I have a certain understanding of them, but you don't have to worry, maybe Master, I am not knowledgeable enough to be brushed off the list!"

Yin Zhaoxian's joke also amused the students below, but it was really only the youngest students, and the other children thought in their hearts that their masters would definitely be able to pass the exam.

Yin Zhao first held the book on his back, looked at the green bamboo in the garden outside the school, and referred to the state exam again after nine years, and now he is thirty and six, not much old, but he is not a young scholar anymore.

Only this time, there was a lot less apprehension in my heart.

After making two good articles, Yin Zhaoxian felt more and more that education and education were important, but the strength to educate people in this school alone was too thin, so thin that it was difficult to launch these two books.