Star Iron, but the amount of animation

“Ideas only make sense when there is a choice.”

"..."

Jing Yuan seemed to understand something.

Just some.

"Why don't you agree?"

Her master's thoughts had long been obvious to everyone.

This is also the reason why almost no woman on the Luofu Immortal Boat dared to approach the young man openly in the past hundred years. Even if he was perfect in every aspect, young, rich, powerful, with a strong background, mature and experienced, and well versed in the ways of officialdom, no matter which aspect, he would be the one that those noble families would try their best to curry favor with behind the scenes.

Even she had been hinted by her family many times to go further if possible.

But their competitors are too strong.

Her master Jingliu is the contemporary Luofu sword master in terms of strength. It is not an inheritance system, but he has won the sword by fighting one sword at a time. There is no need to explain the gold content of his master, and there is no need to say more about his greatness.

In terms of beauty, she is one of the best in the entire Xianzhou Alliance. If it weren't for her strength, no one would dare to rank her on any beauty list, but she would definitely be one of the best on it.

In terms of relationship, the young man and the young man have been together since childhood. They are senior and junior brothers and sisters. Their master died early, and they have been dependent on each other since childhood. They are also survivors of the Cangcheng disaster. After the disaster, the two of them fought together, sharing life and death. After that, they have been together for hundreds of years and have never broken up. To be honest, in front of outsiders, these two people are an old married couple who have not obtained a marriage certificate.

In this situation, who would dare to have any inappropriate thoughts about the teenager?

Not everyone is the Luofu Dragon Master Dan Feng, who has the strength to compete with her.

Although my uncle didn't have such thoughts and ideas in his mind, he was a trouble-taker. Not only could he not explain this matter clearly, but even if he did explain it clearly, it would only cause trouble for himself. If he explained it clearly one day, there would be a bunch of beauties moving in next to my house the next day, and there might be all kinds of tastes.

Since her uncle didn't want to clarify, her master would definitely not say anything.

The reason is well known.

So now all the boy needs is a nod. Even if her master doesn't show much happiness on his face, or even says a few words to him, as long as he gives the boy a way out, even if the boy doesn't need to give it in person, Jing Yuan can just say a few words from the side, and then they can start choosing an auspicious day right away.

"Xiao Jing, tell me, I shouldn't owe your master anything, right?"

“…Is this a question of whether or not you owe it?”

Jingyuan frowned.

"Haha, maybe."

An Jing shook his head. For some reason, the girl sensed a hint of boredom in his expression: "Back in Cangcheng, I saved her life and she saved mine. Logically, we should be even."

His eyes revealed reminiscence, and Jing Yuan knew that he was finally willing to talk about the past events that she was extremely curious about: "At first, a woman suddenly wanted to take us as disciples. I definitely didn't want to agree, but the hair was no match for the thigh, so the rice was cooked, and we became brother and sister in a daze."

"..."

Jing Yuan wanted to say something but stopped himself, fearing that the boy would stop talking, so he did not open his mouth to complain.

"Actually, there's not much to say. I'm your senior brother, so of course I have to fulfill my responsibilities as a senior brother. I should comfort your master when she's sad, accompany her when she's lonely, chat with her when we're free, and go out together to kill some Fengraomin or something like that."

"Originally, many things should have been done by our master, but she was too old and died too early for us, so I had to take over many things and become both a father and a mother."

"Then, hundreds of years seemed to pass in a flash."

The boy narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"Wait a minute, how come you have ignored hundreds of years in an instant?"

Jingyuan raised his hand.

"Because there's really nothing to mention."

An Jing spread his hands: "It's just an ordinary daily life. I can't even think of one thing that left a deep impression on me for a while."

"...I suddenly feel that both of you are quite pathetic."

"Are you still listening?"

"Listen, listen, listen."

Jingyuan made a zipper shape with his hand above his mouth.

"To be honest, to be fair, to tell you the truth, which is a bit hurtful, that is, your master has never helped me in any way in my life."

"Not at all?"

"Have you ever helped me with anything?"

The boy did not answer her directly, but asked back.

"...It seems not."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't need my help at all."

"..."

Jing Yuan suddenly fell silent.

An Jing then realized that she must have understood.

"If we go into more detail, it will be even more hurtful, so it's better to stop here."

The young man spoke leisurely, his voice gentle and calm, close enough to echo in Jing Yuan's ears, but the girl suddenly felt that it was so far away that she was almost unsure whether she had really heard the young man's voice.

She has always been a very intelligent person, so she could naturally understand what the boy meant, and she could even guess a little about what the boy didn't say.

But that's why Jing Yuan found it so terrifying.

She opened her mouth, but her throat was too dry and she couldn't make a sound.

An Jing sighed: "I'm just fulfilling the responsibilities of a senior brother. I can't just watch and do nothing, right?"

"I have helped her too much, and she knows it in her heart..."

He paused suddenly, as if swallowing something, and then let out a long sigh again.

"What's the point of my thoughts now?"

The young man left this sentence and closed his eyes again.

Jing Yuan's mind was too turbulent with thoughts, and he no longer had the heart to disturb him.

She frowned and sorted everything out carefully in her mind.

Thoughts only make sense when there is a choice…

Choice means whether or not to...

The idea is whether or not to...

What he meant was that he had no choice now. It didn't matter whether he wanted it or not. Speaking it out would only hurt people's feelings...

Indeed... Even if the uncle-master goes to the master now and tells him clearly that there is no possibility for them, what's the point?

Master, does she really not know?

As Jing Yuan thought about it, he felt sweat on his back and his head was swollen. The subjective explanation of a question raised more questions, and the question being explained was not necessarily correct...

Too... complicated...

How did it become like this...

The girl covered her head, unable to figure it out.

Volume 1: Chapter 61: I just want to say that I understand.

Suddenly, there was a pain in his forehead. Jing Yuan was holding his head, so he didn't even need to change his position, he just pressed harder.

She cried out in pain, then glared at the boy in dissatisfaction, not understanding why he suddenly wanted to hit her head.

"Don't try to understand this little wall lamp that's not even a hundred years old."

An Jing had that annoying smile on his face again.

"Does this have anything to do with age? Do you just naturally understand these things when you get older?"

Jingyuan asked tirelessly like a curious baby.

"That's not necessarily true. What's important about a person is not age but experience. Some people have lived for hundreds of years and have never experienced anything major, so their minds are still not mature."

The boy seemed to know what the girl was going to say and spoke first.

"I just want to say that those who understand will understand. I won't say much about those who don't understand. Even if I tell you, you won't understand. It's better not to tell you. Just think about it carefully. Don't ask me what's going on. There are too many interests involved. It won't benefit you or me if I tell you. Just pretend you don't know. For the rest, I can only say that the water here is very deep and involves many things. It's hard for you to find the details. Most of them have been deleted on the Internet. So I say that those who understand will understand. There is nothing I can do if I don't understand."

"...started to say something I couldn't understand..."

Although Jing Yuan felt a little unsatisfied, she understood that the boy was too lazy to continue talking to her on this topic, and it would be impolite to ask further.

Suddenly, her bright eyes rolled around and she grabbed the boy's sleeve.

"Don't sleep, let's play chess?!"

The boy half opened his eyes, which were originally closed.

"What chess?"

“Chess, of course.”

He was a little disinterested.

"It's no fun to bully fools."

"Haha, by bullying a fool, do you mean the uncle who is always trying to cheat and flip the chessboard?"

Jing Yuan exposed him mercilessly, causing the boy's face to darken.

"Heh, you've angered a sleeping lion, brother."

He sat up, stood on the ground, and patted the dust off his body: "I was kind enough to let you go before, but in the end it turned out to be the farmer and the snake. It seems that today I must let you see my true strength."

The boy's tone was flat and unquestionable, as if he was stating the truth.

If Jing Yuan didn't know what kind of person he was, if it were someone else, they would probably have been fooled by him.

The two men sat on both sides of the stone table and placed the chess pieces in the correct position.

It's time to decide what comes first.

"You first."

Jing Yuan gestured, and the nonchalance on his face seemed to be humiliating the boy, but the latter didn't care. He chuckled disdainfully, as if the girl had successfully fallen into his trap.

"Cannon two into seven."

The chess piece with bright red words on it spanned most of the chessboard and knocked the black horse away.

Jingyuan frowned.

Logically speaking, if she could use her Rook 9-8 to eat the cannon, she would make a lot of money anyway.

But there must be something fishy behind the usual. It's not that the boy can't play chess. He is actually a good chess player, but he is just better than him. If such a stupid move came from a beginner, he could continue without worry. But if this kind of move came from the hands of the bad guy An Jing, there must be some trap.

A storm began to brew in her mind, but no matter how many steps she deduced, from this move on, the boy had already established his defeat. She was confused and hesitant.

"It feels like a suffocating snake, do you like it, brother?"

An Jing chuckled, as if he had already secured victory.

"The car is 9 and 8 is flat."

Jingyuan decided to eat it first. She is a professional chess player and she must trust her own judgment.

"Humph, short-sighted."

The boy shook his head, disappointed in her choice.

"Cannon eight into seven!"

He suddenly shouted loudly and confidently, as if this was a decisive blow. The cannon on the left side of the chessboard repeated the suicide squad's action, entered the enemy camp alone, and killed the horse.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Jing Yuan couldn't help it. She felt that the boy was just playing randomly. How could the game start like this?

You know, they have a written rule when playing chess, which is that the loser must agree to one condition of the winner. The content of the condition is not limited, but there must be a bottom line.

Over the years, whenever she was about to win a game of chess, the boy would use some weird tricks to ruin the game, resulting in her never getting any rewards. Jing Yuan felt that the old bastard was probably not ready to finish the game properly this time.

This is impossible! She has memorized this opening, and she will play it again even if it is revealed!

"I'm telling you, even if this game is interrupted due to force majeure, you have to finish it according to this start. No cheating allowed."