The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

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Ye Lingtian and Feng Huojun kept placing their pieces, and the black and white pieces landed on the board, making crisp sounds.

At the beginning, the two of them made moves very quickly, but in the middle stage, their speed gradually slowed down, and they had to think carefully before making each move.

When facing an opponent of equal strength, you naturally have to give your all.

The sun kept moving, shining into the house, into the chessboard, and then disappearing into the house. The shadows of the trees in the yard gradually changed.

In one game of chess, the two men played with all their might, and all their conspiracies, strategies, battle formations, military tactics, astronomy and geography were revealed.

Feng Huojun held a black piece in his hand, dropped it gently, and whispered: "The Art of War says that the way to use troops is to conquer the whole country first, and to destroy the country second; to conquer the whole army first, and to destroy the army second. If you want to win every battle, you need to coordinate the overall situation and not rush for success. Your attack on cities and territories and your fierce advance are actually the worst strategy."

Ye Lingtian held a white chess piece and put it down, mumbling: "The Art of War says that victory is more important than duration. Coordinating the overall situation will often delay the war. Only by making the enemy surrender at the fastest speed and with the strongest force can the battle be ended quickly."

The system rewarded him with mastery of all the arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but when facing Feng Huojun, his chess skills did not give him an absolute advantage, but he was on par with the opponent.

This also reflects from the side how terrifying Feng Huojun is in chess. Although the opponent does not have a system, she is the girl of destiny!

"..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Huojun did not refute and continued to make his move.

There is nothing wrong with what they said, it's just that both sides are standing on different positions, with different times, places and people, so naturally they consider different things.

A verbal confrontation is also a kind of confrontation. As for who will truly win, it depends on who is in the upper hand after the war.

The chessboard is retro and the chess pieces are shining like stars, embellishing the world. The chess pieces knock on the heaven and earth, making clear and pleasant sounds, as if nature is responding to living beings.

This game of chess lasted for a long time.

The two were so immersed in it that they had forgotten the time. It was thrilling, exciting and exhilarating. Only a fight between equally matched opponents can make people feel truly satisfied.

The game is not over yet.

The two were still placing their pieces. This time, they said no more words and carefully considered where to place their pieces. In the attic, the only sounds were the accompaniment of the sounds of grabbing and dropping chess pieces.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Feng Huojun subconsciously tried to grab the chess piece, but found that there was no chess piece in the chess basket.

There were no chess pieces in Ye Lingtian’s chess basket either.

"..."

The two looked at each other, then looked at the chessboard and started to click.

boom!

Suddenly, the chessboard shattered and the chess pieces fell to the ground, rolling around randomly.

Ye Lingtian and Feng Huojun were stunned for a second.

Ye Lingtian whispered, "Let's call it a draw."

"it is good."

Feng Huojun nodded slightly. The chessboard was broken into pieces, and the two had been playing against each other for such a long time, which could be said to be both using all their skills. There was no problem with a draw.

The last person who played chess with her for such a long time was Li Hanshan.

Now, Ye Lingtian, the third young master of Tianmen, has to be added!

"I'm hungry. I'll go cook."

Ye Lingtian stood up, stretched, looked outside and found that the sky had darkened. A bright crescent moon rose in the sky and stars appeared faintly.

"I'll take you out of the kitchen."

Feng Huojun said softly.

Afterwards, she took Ye Lingtian to the kitchen, where there were a lot of ingredients.

"Go and rest. I'll make a few simple dishes."

Ye Lingtian said.

"I'll wash the vegetables for you."

Feng Huojun stepped forward.

"Uh...ok."

Ye Lingtian smiled softly.

Half an hour later.

After preparing a few side dishes, the two returned to the attic, placed the side dishes on the table, and poured out some wine.

"Taste it."

Ye Lingtian looked at Feng Huojun and picked up a piece of meat for him.

"Thank you."

Feng Huojun picked up the chopsticks, picked up the meat in the bowl, put it in his mouth, and tasted very delicious.

"You eat too."

Feng Huojun picked up a piece of food with chopsticks for Ye Lingtian.

"Ah."

Ye Lingtian didn't hesitate to eat...

After finishing the meal, I still felt unsatisfied.

Ye Lingtian and Feng Huojun flew out with the wine, came to the courtyard and continued drinking.

Ye Lingtian was lying on the ground, looking at the sky. The bright moonlight was like a clear spring. The stars were shining, illuminating the sky. A gentle breeze was blowing, bringing coolness and comfort, as well as a fragrance.

Feng Huojun sat aside, holding a bottle of fine wine in her hand, drinking it calmly. She was also looking at the sky. The moonlight was perfect and the stars were shining. A smile appeared on her face. It seemed that she had not had a good meal for a long time, nor had she seriously drunk a pot of wine and looked at the beautiful starry sky all night.

"Ye Lingtian, I want to hear you recite poetry."

Feng Huojun said softly, the breeze blew, her hair danced gently, passing through her eyes, covering her beautiful face.

"How boring is it to just recite poetry? I will recite poetry and dance with swords for you!"

Ye Lingtian flew up with the wine jug in hand and instantly reached the top of the house. He waved his hand and the Tingyu Sword appeared in his hand. He picked up the wine jug, took a big gulp, and then threw it away.

He stroked the sword with two fingers, and the long sword wailed, a faint light flickered, and a powerful sword energy spread out.

call out!

He swung his sword, and sword energy spread out, like beautiful ice crystal dragons, with stars shining and moonlight illuminating.

"I want to ride the wind to the sky, the palace of Guanghan is more beautiful than the jade."

"I want to raise my cup to the bright moon, and the fairies will send me their graceful glances."

"I want to ascend to heaven and laugh, my crape myrtle will sparkle like the stars."

"Fuyao can soar 90,000 miles high, and one sword can wipe out millions of soldiers."

"The heroes of the world are our generation, and the rivers and lakes are as charming as a painting."

"The azure sky and the underworld are nothing but a drunken moment in the human world."

Ye Lingtian swung his sword with a high-pitched sound, like a banished immortal. The starlight shone on his body and merged with the sword energy, making him look somewhat ethereal, as if he had already left this world, or like an immortal who was about to swing his sword into the sky. In a moment, the sword energy became a long river, cutting through the stars and the moon, and no heavenly soldiers could stop him.

Domineering, powerful, invincible, at this moment, he is a banished immortal who is isolated from the world. When the immortals see him, they have to lower their eyebrows. But after the last line of the poem, it seems that everything has become empty.

"..."

Feng Huojun looked at Ye Lingtian dancing with sword and reciting poetry, and he felt endless heroic spirit in his heart.

call out!

Her figure flashed and she also came to the roof. She waved her hand casually, and the Fengming Sword fell from the sky and flew into her hand. A flaming phoenix appeared instantly, with flames and starlight intertwined, which was infinitely beautiful.

Feng Huojun made a sword gesture, his figure moved, and he waved his sword, whispering:

"I want to hold the sword and head eastwards. What can the immortals of Penglai do to me?"

"I want to cross the sea of ​​clouds, but I have no way to ask the heavens."

"I want to travel the world without getting stained by a single leaf or dirt."

"To me, the world is like floating dust. After the mire, a plain will appear."

"Bath in the starlight and escape from the mundane world, break free from the shackles and embrace the spiritual enlightenment."

"The sea of ​​suffering is endless, I reach the other side; the mountain is at the end, and I am the peak."

Don't say that poetry is embarrassing. It took me three minutes to write it.