Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 305 Memory and Reality

Snapped!
When the voice fell, Gu Cheng just dropped the chess pieces in his hands together, making a snapping sound, and knocked on the chessboard.

Different from Xianqiong's way of playing, the rules are like iron rules. When making a move, it must be the first to occupy the Tianyuan. The chess of Gucheng should be more casual and without thinking.

It fell lightly, without any deep meaning at all, but like a child playing with it at will, eclectic and careless.

Looking at Luozi in Gucheng, Xianqiong gave him a deep look, "Aren't you ready to win?"

While speaking, Xianqiong made another move, and this time his pieces were as fierce and reckless as ever, with an insolent aura.

A random piece cut off most of the vitality of the chess piece that Gucheng had just dropped.

"Winning, of course I want to!"

Withdrawing his gaze from looking at the chess pieces, Gu Cheng opened his mouth lightly, but seeing his expression, he did not show any eagerness, but became more and more indifferent.

Snapped!
The fairy sky fell, without saying a word.

Snapped!
In the lonely city, I closed my eyes and said nothing.

Clap! Clap! Clap!
The chessboard gradually became fuller, with black and white chess pieces intertwined, like a dragon soaring nine heavens, with twists and turns, but with a sense of vitality.

Snapped!
Another sunspot fell, Xianqiong raised his head to look at Gucheng, and said lightly: "You are going to lose!"

"Did you lose? Not necessarily!"

Gucheng shook his head, and while he was talking, another chess piece had already been dropped. This small chess piece appeared insignificant on the chessboard that was gradually filled with chess pieces.

"Hehe! What's the point of holding on?"

With a chuckle, Xianqiong took out a chess piece from the bowl and put it on the chessboard. As the chess piece fell down, it was still an intertwined situation.

In an instant, the situation changed.

Die! Die! Die!
Entering the game from the perspective of white chess, the path, the process, and the ending you see seem to have become the same, die!
"you lose!"

Raising his head, Xianqiong gave Gucheng an ultimatum.

"Clap!"

As soon as Xianqiong finished speaking, he heard a soft ringing in his ear, he couldn't help but look, and saw that on the chessboard that caught his eye, there were still chess pieces, there were still dragons, and there were still life and death.

This is clearly a mess of chess!
Xianqiong was stunned, and looked up at Gucheng, "You lifted the chessboard?"

Gucheng smiled slightly, "When I played chess in Xianshan, I never lost a game, and I haven't lost a single game until now!"

"What reason, don't you know?"

When he was in Xianshan, he also played chess with others. There are too many people who have died since ancient times. There are not many people who are proficient in chess in Xianshan, and there are not many strong ones among them.

However, he has fought all over the chess players in Xianshan, but he has never lost a game, and even won the reputation of the number one chess master in Xianshan. The reason is that his chessboard is well set.

"This"

Hearing this, Xianqiong lost his square inch, and looked a little dazed for a while, staring at the lonely city in front of him, looking at his eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

He only felt that the lonely city at this moment.

Unfathomable!
"you in the end"

"What you want to ask is, am I now a lonely city, or a fairy vault?"

Before Xianqiong finished asking, Gucheng had already added the questions he wanted to ask for him.

"Don't you understand yet?"

"I'm an isolated city, but that doesn't mean I'm not a fairy vault!"

"do you understand?"

Gazing closer to Xianqiong's eyes, looking at the familiar face, Gucheng said in a deep voice, but his eyes seemed to be shining with light.

In the dark and quiet space, since Gucheng finished asking these consecutive questions, it has fallen into silence. Even after a while, there is still no sound.

"Ok!"

Xianqiong's expression was a bit complicated, looking at the lonely city in front of him, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"you understood?"

With a slight smile, Gu Cheng knew that he had figured it out.

"Back then, the main body used the magic machine of dreaming, divided into thousands of clones, inherited many of his wishes, and laid out the world."

"And what we inherited at the beginning was the memory of Xianmen, and we assumed the responsibilities belonging to Xianmen."

As he spoke, Xianqiong's expression became more and more bitter. At this time, his thinking began to become very clear, but it was this clarity that disgusted him.

"You who inherited the memory of Xianqiong Xianmen and you who have gone through the rivers and lakes for thousands of years have gradually changed and become different in the passage of time."

"However, when the great catastrophe started, this difference was smoothed out by the power of destiny before it could be manifested. The two were forcibly merged into one, and the past and present were combined."

"But differences are differences. Even if we are forced to be together, what will happen? In the end, we still have to let go."

Gucheng picked up Xianqiong's words, and said slowly, "In the past, Xianqiong cared about being a hero and fighting for righteousness, and thought about leveling the world, but now Gucheng is different."

"The lonely city that has experienced comfort and enjoyment is no longer used to running around, and has forgotten its great wishes. You can call him selfish, or you can say he is narrow-minded."

"But different is different."

"Different road non-phase plan!"

Turning around, Gucheng waved his sleeves, and wiped out the stone table, chessboard, and chairs in front of him in an instant. There was not a single bit left, and then he said again: "In the past, Gucheng just wanted to live. Ambition, no ideals."

"Even if the purpose is overwhelmed by the past, he chooses to muddle through, because he has no choice, so he chooses to obey."

"Is it for Ying Hongxue?"

Immortal Dome, dressed in white, was fluttering, and asked with a complicated expression.

"Ok!"

Nodding his head, Gu Cheng confirmed his guess.

"For her, I want to live and live well, instead of using my life to save the world and the world."

"Why?"

"I'm just me!"

Obviously, the topic should be narrated by roaring, but Gucheng took it lightly like this.

Yes!

In order to survive, everyone has a reason to choose to retreat.

"Ah!"

I don't know why, but after hearing what Gucheng said, Xianqiong's expression no longer became solemn, but smiled slightly.

"So, am I just a copied memory that was forced on you by my body and belongs to the past?"

"Memories that have never been real!"

Xianqiong said affirmatively that apart from this explanation, there is nothing else that can be explained. If it were not like this, he would not be able to explain why Gucheng's choice, he was not even qualified to stop or reject it.

Is a piece of memory that belongs to the past qualified to influence the present thoughts?
Obviously not.

Is a memory that the owner does not want to have qualified to resist existence and disappearance?
Obviously not.

But he happened to be such a memory, not even a memory, but a copied image, an image whose body was forcibly placed in Gucheng.

The purpose is to let the lonely city continue to follow the established track.

"Hahaha~~~"

Rampant laughter filled this space, and under the gaze of Gucheng, the fairy dome surrounded by fairy postures, followed by a bang!
disappeared into this space.

(End of this chapter)