Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

You can start over in a game of chess, but you can never start over in planning your life.

As dusk fell, in a pavilion on Qianyuan Mountain, two white-haired men quietly played chess, regardless of victory or defeat.

It may seem like playing chess, but it's actually a strategic move, constantly overturning and starting over, always searching for weaknesses and endless possibilities.

The two communicated through the game of chess, without exchanging a single word.

What you want to express is all expressed within the game of chess.

Sometimes, what you say is the most unsafe thing to do...

fall.

Do you think he can uncover the truth of the past on this trip?

After placing his piece, he replied, "Definitely!"

Make another move.

"Why?"

"For no reason."

That's how confident and certain I am.

Ten years of planning, today's action is imminent; everything is within the calculations.

There is no room for error, otherwise there will be no second chance.

fall.

"The past is like smoke, yet it remains vivid in my mind; my longing is not as strong as the autumn wind, yet it comes and goes often."

He made his move and remained silent.

Suddenly, a light rain began to fall.

It dripped onto the ground.

The two elderly men with white hair in the pavilion felt the touch of the raindrops, and the coolness seeped into their bodies.

A cold wind blows, and white hair dances gently in the wind, as if the traces of time are also being scattered.

The two remained seated in the pavilion, contemplating their next move in the game.

Just like the sky after the rain, they are not afraid of the cold.

Or perhaps they simply don't care.

A battle of wits, set against a backdrop of wind and rain.

Accompanying the chess game, engaging in dialogue with wisdom.

fall.

"Many people hope you will rebel, why don't you do as they wish?"

"..."

The pieces are placed, and the strategy for rebellion and strategic consideration begins.

It seems feasible...

"Alright, I'll rebel!"

"But you need to have a good excuse."

"for example……"

"For example, the old lady from Yangzhou."

He placed his piece and remained silent.

"In the end, we'll probably both die."

Silent whispers, utter silence.

"If this great undertaking succeeds, what are our worthless lives worth mentioning?"

"Hahaha……"

The speed of placing the pieces suddenly increased, accompanied by wild laughter, without uttering a word.

Finally, the piece is placed.

"Can this plan succeed?"

"Yes, but it would require an endless baptism of blood."

"Millions of lives are but a fraction; those who aspire to great things need not cherish their own lives."

The chess piece is placed, and the game is complete.

The two suddenly fell silent.

The rain outside suddenly intensified.

The New Year holidays are almost here...

Finally, he spoke for the first time.

No one would have imagined that Emperor Qian Yuan, whose every stomp of his foot could make the whole world tremble, would look so worried at this moment.

With a touch of longing.

After the rain, I miss you so much.

"This year's festival should be lively."

The white-haired man sitting opposite me tightened his clothes, seemingly feeling a bit cold.

Now that he has lost all his cultivation, he is nothing but a cripple, so the chill is naturally extremely cold.

There are three elderly people with white hair in the capital, and two of them are sitting here.

As the rain poured down, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

An elderly man with white hair slowly walked over.

He took a step forward, and raindrops swirled around his body, as if nature held him in high esteem.

The white-haired man was hunched over, short and somewhat thin, with cloudy eyes, as if he had been immersed in his own world for many years.

He approached the pavilion, gazed at the chessboard in front of him, and smiled slightly, as if he had seen through all the changes in the situation.

The two people in the pavilion were not at all surprised by the arrival of this third white-haired old man.

The old man sat down naturally on the ground, took out a flask of wine from his robes, and asked softly, "Would you like some?"

For a moment, the pavilion was filled with the aroma of wine and the fresh scent of rain.

The two elderly men exchanged a glance and then both expressed their welcome.

They took the wine from the pot and drank it silently.

"You old man, you've finally woken up."

"With the two of you making such a racket, how could I not wake up?"

The dwarf, white-haired old man took a sip of wine, his gaze falling on the courtyard outside, where the rain was intensifying.

"How is your disciple now?" The former Sword Master, who had no cultivation, tightened his clothes again and asked casually.

The dwarf old man continued drinking, the gurgling sounds echoing in the pavilion.

After a short while, he seemed to have finally had enough to drink and put down the gourd.

"You old geezer, stop thinking about taking any girl you see as nice as your daughter-in-law."

Your foolish son went into the Sea of ​​Death; who knows if he'll come out alive.

Emperor Qian Yuan simply drank without speaking; the two of them loved to argue whenever they met, and he was used to it.

"How about this, we make a bet: if that kid comes out alive, you'll give your apprentice..."

"Stop! Stop!" the dwarf old man hurriedly interrupted him.

He's never won a bet before; he's become numb to it.

"Don't be ridiculous. Who do you think my apprentice is? You were one of the culprits who wiped out her entire family back then, and now you want to take her as your daughter-in-law?"

When you speak, add a "you want to eat farts" emoji.

“I didn’t kill her parents. If we’re talking about enemies, the whole world is her enemy. You, her master, weren’t a good person back then either.”

"..."

“Speak properly. You’re all so old, why are you being attacked?”

"Okay, let's get serious. I'm planning to start a rebellion. Will you help me?"

puff!

The dwarf, white-haired old man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of wine, his gaze turning to Emperor Qian Yuan beside him.

Then he looked at the regent who had said he was going to rebel.

Is it really okay to say things like "rebellion" to someone's face...?