Chapter 33: Empty Grip, Ten Thousand Miles of Frost

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There has never been any organization in the world that can spread like Sanfen Xiangqi Lou today.

Dou Zhao said they were "Flying Immortals", and it was quite reasonable.

After decisively breaking away from Chu and proactively severing the world's preconceived notion of "roots," this is especially true.

Jiang Wang had visited the San Fen Xiang Qi Lou in Fenglin City of Zhuang Guo, Tianfu City and Linzi of Qi Guo, Yingcheng of Chu Guo, and many other places's San Fen Xiang Qi Lou.

Of course, nothing is as it once was.

After leaving Zhuang Guo, he did not indulge in pleasure but always strived for self-cultivation.

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Perhaps it's because of a subconscious familiarity, a sense of connection to the traces of past life in Maple Forest Town. I didn't resist being dragged along by those old friends.

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Perhaps there are some karmic connections at play, hidden from our sight

Jiang Wang never expected this.

He hadn't thought about such questions.

Just as he hadn't expected, one day he would hear this name from Ye Lan'er's mouth.

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"What does it mean" he asked Ye Lan'er.

Wasn't Mǎo Yù's connection to the Three Fragrances Building simply that she once took refuge there for a period in the Zhuāng Guó branch

At that time, Miaoyu was a demon woman of the White Bone Dao, the "Dao Fruit" prepared by the White Bone Venerable for her mortal incarnation.

Later, Jade True became a nun in Xiyue Monastery, hiding deep within the bamboo forest with ancient scrolls and oil lamps.

The Fragrant Pavilion was just a facade, merely a disguise for the woman named "Bai Lian" in Fenglin City.

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Why mention nightfall

Why mention Miaoyu's name abruptly after the heavy casualties at Sanfen Xiangqi Lou

Yelan gazed back at Jiang Wang's eyes with her flawless beauty, "You seem nervous."

"Do you know why I always keep my distance from you" Jiang Wang asked.

Ye Lan'er thought for a moment: "It seems so. From that time in Chu, it was like this too. You always kept your distance from me. Then why is that"

She curled the corners of her lips into a perfect, alluring smile: "Because I'm not beautiful enough, just in your top five After all these years, I'm still wondering, who was the first"

“Because your expression is really fake.” Jiang Wang said coldly, “And you have no sense of distance, and you like to make inappropriate jokes.”

Every expression on Ye Lan'er's face was carefully designed, it had almost become an instinct.

including her current injury, fragility, and pitiful state.

But a hint of a smile played in her eyes: "I understand, distance creates beauty. I've been too close to you."

"Don't beat around the bush." Jiang Wang took a light breath, calming her emotions with the gesture. "What did you mean by that question just now"

At that moment, he thought of a lot of things.

For example, the first time I met her, Ye Lan had been overly curious.

For example, why did Ye Lan help him deal with Zhang Linchuan's soul fragment Yang Chongzu back then

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Though he later repaid his favor with a guarantee that the San Fen Xiang Qi Lou in Linzi would be protected from government interference. But if the San Fen Xiang Qi Lou wanted to develop in Qi State, as long as they were willing to spend money, there were many other options, it wasn't necessary for him alone. Even Liu Xiu Zhang and Jiang Wu You’s lines, they had clearly also gotten involved.

He and Ye Lan'er didn't have that kind of friendship at all. What reason did Ye Lan'er have to help him silently, even faster than the actions of the Marquis of Huai

When night fell, Ye Lan opened her mouth as if to speak, but suddenly smiled and swallowed the words that were hard to contain. "I just suddenly wanted to ask you a question—if that 'Miaoyu' was still in San Fen Xiang Qi Lou, would you still say this What does it have to do with you"

Jiang Wang had no expression: "A boring question."

“You dare not answer” Ye Lan’er pressed.

Jiang Wangping looked at her calmly: “Sanfen Xiangqi Lou isn’t defenseless, nor is it innocent. In life, one must bear the consequences of their choices. Do you sympathize with those in Nandou Dian No matter who is in Sanfen Xiangqi Lou, your outcome has nothing to do with me. Is this answer satisfactory to you”

"If it wasn't Falun flying past you then, but Miaoyu, would you have saved her" Ye Lan'er asked.

Before Jiang Wang could speak, she continued, "You don't have to answer, but please don't lie to me. Consider that I had a part in Zhang Linchuan's death."

This time, Ye Lan's face finally wasn't that stereotypical expression. When she looked over, it was a rare seriousness.

Jiang Wang was silent for a moment, and finally said, "I don't know."

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"Sometimes, not knowing is all we have." Ye Lan said.

Jiang Wang remained silent.

Ye Lan'er said, "Silence implies consent."

“Good!” Ye Lan’er said again, “If you are willing to accept this, it is enough. You are the illustrious Elder Jiang Ge, a world-renowned human prodigy. What do those unsatisfactory things in life have to do with you To speak out against you today was presumptuous of me. But I still want to be presumptuous and say one more thing. Elder Jiang Ge, although you have the lifespan of a true person, it is not so easy to find those who truly care for you—we may never meet again!”

“Wait a minute, you need to be clear.” Jiang Wang reached out to stop him. “What is the relationship between Miaoyu and your group”

“There's no connection. I just heard her story.” Ye Lan’er once again revealed that smile, perfectly curved: “As a woman who has lost so much and is rather petty, I can’t stand to see your composure—”

After she had said this, she drifted away like a fallen leaf in the wind.

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In the end, only Jiang Wang remained, his hand empty, holding nothing but the autumn wind.

He stood alone in the desolate autumn field.

This is the sunken valley, the ruins of the nations of the river valleys.

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This is the sinking of human hearts, a wasteland.

The autumn wind blowing across the open plains also lingers in the deep mountains.

Yü Guo's hidden peak within the border, for many years, has been silent.

In late autumn, the courtyard is deserted and no one sweeps it. Yellow leaves fall all over the ground again and again.

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The King of Yue, Wen Jingxiu, dressed in his plain attire, walked among the fallen leaves. He pushed open the heavy, rusty bronze door.

He had never been here before, but he was very familiar with everything.

The ruler of Yue should not meet with retired prime ministers. Gao Zheng's policies should not be continued. As for him, Wen Jingxiu, he never does what is improper.

On the edge of a tiger's lair, one dares not move easily. In this long night, how can one sleep Every breath must be carefully considered.

As a qualified king, reigning for thirty-seven years, he was diligent and hardworking. He diligently cultivated internal governance and culture, as well as external affairs. His diplomacy was appropriate and not overly close.

If one cannot be a warrior, where is there use for them

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He was a king who preferred not to do anything and to avoid making mistakes as much as possible.

As long as it doesn't make mistakes, is that okay

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Gao Zheng has been in retirement for so many years, when has he ever made a mistake

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When the sun is at its zenith, say you will withdraw.

Even the inheritors of his political platform were deposed, and the political agenda of his early years was completely overturned, paving the way for those who came after. As a cultivator of the officialdom, he nevertheless relinquished his power within the system, retreating to Lao Feng, where he redoubled his efforts to cultivate true enlightenment.

To bear the weight of the world's expectations yet remain silent in the depths of the mountains. To possess the talent to save the world, yet choose to imprison oneself within a cage.

Even with the support of Nandou Hall and the twilight drum study hall, and with the mountain of books watching over us, we still speak cautiously and act with restraint, even to the point of not speaking unless necessary. This is enough prudence, enough tolerance!

To what extent should the effort on this be made

The Hidden Phase Peak has been closed for many years, only opened once for a child named Ge Fei.

A renowned statesman living in seclusion wished to take on a disciple and pass down his legacy. It's understandable that he felt this way. He even informed the state of Chu about this matter.

But then how

On the Qiantang River, there is only the autumn wind!

Wen Jingxiu would forever remember Gao Zheng's words: the Nandou Hall supported her, the Mugǔ Academy supported her, and Shushan also selectively supported her. But Nandou Hall, Mugǔ Academy, and Shushan were not from Yue Country —

Never mistake a support branch for your own roots.

Those who actively resist the might of Yue behind its back, just need a country to stand there and slightly counterbalance the power of Chu.

That country needn't be Vietnam.

It can be Song, it can be Wei, it can be those states that have already been destroyed by the State of Chu.

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So, where exactly is the road to Yue

Wen Jingxiu saw Ge Fei again.

This was the first time Wu Ling had seen Ge Fei after his death. His country's pride, his confidante, his "beloved minister." At this moment, he still resembled a dog, chained under that towering banyan tree.

With tousled hair, covered in dirt and grime, he grinned foolishly.

This is a test.

Wen Jingxiu didn't give him a second glance.

On the left, leaning against the wall of the courtyard, there was a large broom.

Wen Jingxiu walked over and, with the hands that held the power of the world and lived a life of luxury, grasped the broom and began to sweep diligently.

Actually, Ge Fei was not Gao Zheng's only student.

He, Wen Jingxiu, often learned from the Dao in chess.

A lifetime of friendship between teacher and student, all contained within this box.

This matter is unknown to others. After so many years, this was his first time performing the disciple's ceremony and sweeping the courtyard for his master.

The master often said that when dealing with anything, don't look at the surface but delve beneath the superficial to grasp its essence. Therefore, it's important to clean regularly.

Clean the courtyard, clean the ignorance, clean the dust in people's hearts and the gloom in their eyes.

Just as no matter how much Gao Shi might keep a low profile and exercise caution, as long as he remained in Yue State, Chu State would never feel at ease. As for leaving Yue State Chu State wouldn't allow someone of his caliber to leave unless his final destination was Yingcheng.

This is the fundamental reason why Gao Zheng has been forced to sit in seclusion on Yinxiang Peak. No matter how much he compromises, he cannot achieve "completeness".

If there is no reason, create one; if there is no excuse, invent one. Gao Zheng sat on the solitary peak of prison, silent and motionless. Chu State couldn't find a pretext to move against him, as it would be inappropriate for them to act officially. So they would simply turn to other forces or individuals to concoct an excuse.

What kind of deal Chu Tianzi and Luo Sha Mingyue had reached, Wen Jingxiu did not know.

But for this day on the banks of the Qiantang River... both Gao Zheng and he had long foreseen it.

...But right before the blade was at my neck, I didn't know who was holding it.

Who dares to underestimate the world domination

They have always known the power of Chu.

To dare to touch the tiger's whiskers, one must have the determination of someone who feeds tigers.

This academy where Gao Zheng secluded himself to study had no name, not even a plaque above the gate.

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Hidden Phase Peak didn't originally have a name; it was just an isolated mountain, not particularly special even in terms of feng shui.

Even the year before last, Yue Ting tried to dispel the rumors circulating within the country that "Gao Zheng sat in seclusion on Yinxiang Peak, controlling the situation in Yue Guo" by specially giving this mountain peak a new name, "Yunlai Peak," and erecting a stele at its foot, recording the name in the county annals. He made every effort to downplay Gao Zheng's influence.

But what was finally remembered was "Yin Xiang Peak".

So, you see, what is the human heart

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Gao Zheng hid in the deep mountains, but he was always in the hearts of the people of Yue.

He was the only person in Yue's history who managed to gain an advantage over Chu. He was adept at maneuvering and skillfully grasped the situation back then. People believe he will bring unprecedented hope to this nation.

Although Wen Jingxiu had never done any sweeping or cleaning, after all, he was a real person of the world. With broom in hand, he still swept the small courtyard very clean.

In this process, the already frenzied Ge Fei was surprisingly quiet. He just tilted his head, drooled, and stared blankly at him. Perhaps this body, completely cut off from thought, was also familiar with this scene

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Wen Jingxiu put down the broom, walked around the towering banyan tree, and went past this person. But after thinking about it, she walked back. She wiped away Ge Fei's saliva with her sleeve, wiping it twice, then scooped some water to wash his face.

Then, they helped the young man to sit up straight. Using magic, they cleansed him and straightened his clothes, combing his hair neatly so that he was comfortable under the tree.

Thus, this ancient and extraordinary prodigy from Yue Kingdom had a few air of unrestrainedness and elegance, like a sage resting under a tree.

Wen Jingxiu had never helped anyone dress before, but based on her experience being served every day, she managed to do it quite well. Throughout the process, Ge Fei didn't cooperate, but he also didn't resist.

Passing by Ge Fei again, Wen Jingxiu's feeling of being on the edge of an abyss suddenly calmed down.

A storm was brewing. Even though he had spent half his life teaching himself to endure, to face the thunderhead unflinchingly, he couldn't help but sigh at the leak in his roof.

He pushed open the unassuming little gate and came to the back mountain.

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High cliffs, green moss, clouds and mist, and smooth white stone chessboards, these are all.

The old man who always sat alone on the back mountain is gone.

But the pieces are still there, and the game is not over.

On the board, black and white pieces were scattered amidst each other. A powerful dragon was intertwined in a dangerous tangle of lines, making it extremely perilous to navigate.

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Wen Jingxiu silently walked forward and sat down in the place where Gao Zheng usually sat. He began to ponder deeply.

Opposite Gao Zheng sat a stone chess stool, always empty and never occupied. As far as Wen Jingxiu knew, only 'Ge Fei', who had just returned from the Shanhai Realm, foolishly sat on it.

Ever since Gao Zheng began instructing him, he had never been disrespectful again.

For how many years has Gao Zheng been playing chess against whom, and who is his opponent

Time flies, perhaps everything will have an answer.

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Dusk, sunset, nightfall, daybreak, and dusk again.

Wen Jing Xiu thought quietly for a day and night, finally stretching out his hand for the first time. His fingers were long, with clear knuckles, very orderly, and very suitable for playing chess.

This hand is empty, bearing only the traces of wind and frost.

He didn't take any pieces from the chessboard, because he knew that he didn't have the skill to control this game.

His gaze swept across the board, his finger tracing its path until it finally settled on a crucial point - a vacant space that now, as if coming alive from nothingness, slowly took shape with the placement of a piece.

This is such a critical piece!

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At first glance, it doesn't seem like much. But when it solidifies into a concrete piece and is placed on the board, you'll realize that if it's black, it's the Black Dragon swallowing the sun, and if it's white, then the entire board is bathed in daylight.

This key, with its constantly shifting reality, flickers between darkness and light.

The whole game's situation, therefore, constantly fluctuated.

Victory and defeat lie in a single thought, life and death occur in an instant.

Wen Jingxiu's forehead was beaded with sweat, as if truly facing a life-or-death situation, his whole being focused on that single thread. The fate of the world rested upon this thin fingertip.

But he grinned wearily.

“Master Gao Shi, you said that as long as you are alive, the State of Chu will never relax its vigilance.”

You said you didn't want to die, you said you would try your best to live, but maybe in the end, you still couldn't escape.

“You say you’ve been playing one game your whole life, but never got the chance to prove your calculating power.”

Four years ago, you said you would die, that no one could save you.

“Master Gao, everything you said has come true——”

Wen Jingxiu's index finger came down, pressing on the ever-changing key chess piece. Making its black and white, real and virtual, invisible.

Another drop of water fell, splashing on his fingertip.

The king of i Vit, Vn Cnh Túc, known for his handsome appearance, spoke slowly, as if issuing an imperial decree: "This game has only just begun."

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