The mountain road is rugged, and the road is winding upward. Wenxi is walking peacefully, just like the feeling he gave people in the past.

Even though he is currently in the Ministry of Justice, his former top scholar still gives people a gentle feeling. The good cultivation of the nobles of aristocratic families makes him look elegant and elegant.

The young ladies walking on the road, from time to time, blushed and secretly looked at him while standing and resting. Even if they didn't know who he was, they were fascinated by his charm.

Wen Xichi looked calm, but his face was calm. After standing a little, his eyes looked towards the steps extending upwards, turning a blind eye to the shy and timid girls around him, and then slowly and firmly moved upwards.

It is not the first time he has walked. In fact, every time he arrives at Huaguang Temple, he will take this path.

Are you asking about your heart? He is indeed here to ask about your heart this time, and ask about "heart" at the host of Huaguang Temple!

He went up step by step, this time he never stopped again, as if he was not tired, his feet were as stable as when he first went up the mountain, and then he steadily stepped on the last step.

"Three Young Master, the host is already waiting for you!" A little monk stood on it and bowed to Wen Xi with a smile. He had been waiting here for a long time.

"The host is empty at this time?" Wen Xichi nodded and asked while walking in.

"The host said that the third young master came, and he was empty!" Although the monk was young, he was already very Zen-like. He clasped his hands and replied with a smile, following Wen Xichi.

The host of Huaguang Temple is highly respected and cannot be seen just by wanting to see it, nor can it be seen by power alone. However, Wen Xichi is different. He and the host of Huaguang Temple are also friends forgot about ages. Of course, the monks of Huaguang Temple will look up to him.

This high point is related to his talent, but not to his family background.

The host of Huaguang Temple met Wen Xichi in a very remote Zen room. There was a chessboard between the two. After seeing the ceremony, Wen Xichi sat down. The host smiled slightly and fell a piece of his hand.

"This is the last unfinished situation, but it is the opposite situation!" The host of Huaguang Temple looked sixty and seventy years old, with a kind-hearted eyebrow. His eyes raised, and his eyes seemed to have a kind of ethereality that saw through everything. Between the long eyebrows, there was a leisurely leisure that was different from the secular aura.

This attitude is somewhat similar to Wen Xichi, but if you speak carefully, it doesn’t look very similar.

Both of them are different, but Wen Xichi is still in the mortal world, and there is still some difference between him and the host of Huaguang Temple. The identity of a young man from the wealthy family makes him elegant and has the atmosphere of fireworks, and it is not like the host of Huaguang Temple. When you look at you, it is like not looking at you, and you don’t think he is looking at you or looking at something through you.

Anyone who is around this host of Huaguang Temple has a feeling of being seen through.

Wen Xichi followed him very easily. No matter why this game of chess was played like this, this game was an endgame between him and the host, but now the position of the two people is in the opposite direction!

Originally, he should be in the position of the host. The last time he sat like this, but now the two of them have changed their positions, and he is the chess piece he had in the original host.

"There is a reversal in the chess game, so does people!" Seeing that Wen Xichi didn't say anything, the host of Huaguang Temple added with a smile.

Wen Xichi's hand trembled, and a chess piece that was originally sandwiched between his fingers fell down, and happened to fall in a gap. He subconsciously reached out to pick up the chess piece. This was not what he wanted.

But his hand was blocked by the host of Huaguang Temple with a smile: "Men San, the chess piece has fallen, it's not OK to pick it up again"

"Master, this was originally a misunderstanding. I accidentally fell it!" Wen Xichi explained helplessly. He was shocked by the host's words and lost his peace.

"There is no regrets when you make a move. Donor Wen can't regret it now!" The host smiled and dropped the chess piece in his hand, which happened to stop the good situation that Wen Xichi was forming just now. He stopped it without hesitation.

"Master, I have learned to argue now!" Wen Xichi looked at the cheating old monk and rubbed his forehead with a headache. The old monk with fairy charm in other people's eyes was actually very scoundrel in playing chess. Of course, others don't know about this, but Wen Xichi will encounter it from time to time.

"If you raise your hand, you will have no regrets. This is the chess game, and this is the same in life!" The host smiled very kindly, but the meaning in this sentence made Wen Xichi put down the chess piece in his hand. It was indeed something he had to go up the mountain today.

"Master, is it possible for life to come?" This sentence was something he had thought about repeatedly over the past few days. Dreams, reality, and many strange thoughts arose from his heart, making it difficult for him to tell whether it is true or false about the things that concern Shao Wanru!

"The donor Wen is in a mess!" Another chess piece of the host fell down and caught up with the chess piece before Wen Xichi. In the past, Wen Xichi's chess power was higher than that of the host, but now the host saw that there was hope for victory, and his smile became gentler.

Wen Xichi didn't make any move this time, frowned in distress and looked at the host of Huaguang Temple: "Master, I have dreams, and I always struggle with a woman I don't know, as if I had a fate between her and I... but now, I am still not familiar with her!"

Wenxi Chi Dao.

These sentences are a summary of things that he has been unable to figure out recently. He seems to be very familiar with the two people he should have been very close to, but the real situation is not familiar with, and it can even be said that it doesn't matter. But when he saw Chu Liuchen marrying Shao Wanru, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

That kind of irritating discomfort seemed to have been stolen by someone who cared about the most.

It's hard to explain, but it's true that this is the feeling. After seeing Shao Wanru marrying into Prince Chen's Mansion that day, Wen Xichi has been in this state, almost making him unable to sleep at night. During the day, he remembered this whenever he had time. Did he miss something, or did he forget something?

I asked everyone around me that no one knew about this Miss Shao Wu. Although she was close to her, the woman's inner courtyard was originally different from the outer courtyard. Moreover, Shao Wanru later recognized him as the Marquis of Xingguo Mansion and was not familiar with the Minister of Wen's Mansion and would not come to the Minister of Wen's Mansion for no reason.

"There was a previous fate in the past life, and there was a current fate in this life. The past has passed and it is difficult to stop the flooding of water!" said the host of Huaguang Temple.

The meaning of this sentence made Wen Xichi frown even tighter, and then he put down the chess pieces in his hand casually, and reached out to the host of Huaguang Temple.

He snatched another chess piece in his hand, and put it in a place.

"Donor Wen, this piece belongs to me. You were wrongly placed!" The host of Huaguang Temple smiled and picked up the piece that Wen Xichi had just captured from the surrounding situation, and then placed it in another place. "This way you will live! If I am in the position of Mr. Wen, I will not be able to be good, but Mr. Wen will not be able to be good either!"

After hearing what the host of Huaguang Temple said, Wen Xichi also focused on the chessboard. Then he realized that he casually snatched the position of the chess piece hosted by Huaguang Temple. It turned out to be a famous endgame. The two of them had played this endgame before, and it was a deadgame.

If you can't solve it, you will still be confused. The result of the stalemate will be unbeatable.

He bent his lips with a wry smile and said in a daze, "It's okay to have the deadlock, I can't bear to lose it, I can't stop it!"

"The deadlock can sometimes be said to be a pause, or it may be said to be a loss-making loss. If a third party comes, the deadlock will be a death!" The host of Huaguang Temple said slowly.

Wen Xichi's face changed slightly, and he looked at the host of Huaguang Temple: "The deadlock is both sides injured?"

"Chess games are like life, each has different. It is not a game of chess, but it can be compared to life. If both sides suffer losses, you can take them away and find a way out. Since you are not suitable for this position, let this position be given out and the more suitable one is there!" The host's words made the Zen flavor stronger and the smile became more leisurely and leisurely.

Wen Xichi's breathing suddenly became rapid. He raised his eyes and looked at the host of Huaguang Temple excitedly. He reached out and suddenly wiped his hand into the chess game. The man also stood up, "Since the chess game is wrong, then start over again. Can you...can you start another game?"

Speaking of this, Wen Xichi's eyes were burning and warm, and the strange thought made his breathing excited.

"The chess game is a word. If you can do it again, it may not be the previous chess game. The chess game has been changed. Even if it is no longer a deadlock, people will no longer be old friends!" The host of Huaguang Temple seemed to have not seen the expectation in Wen Xichi's eyes, and slowly carried the chess piece that was being smeared.

Wen Xichi's face suddenly turned pale, and the blood was rolling violently just now, and suddenly became empty. His hands were pressed on the chess surface, and his eyes seemed to have solidified: "Substitution for the chess game?"

"Since you can't make it work, you can change the chess game!" The smile on the host's face faded a little, and his eyes became gentler. "Since you have started a game again, you can't chase the past!"

"What if I force myself to chase me?" Wen Xichi said in a hoarse voice unwillingly.

"Go against the will of heaven!" said the host slowly.

"Will you not be against the will of the world?" Wen Xichi asked anxiously, holding the chessboard tightly with his fingers, as if he was grasping the most important thing. Even if the chess game was in chaos, he was unwilling to let go.

"It's natural to be against the will of heaven when I started again, so the price was very high!" The host looked at the chessboard in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes sank, his fingers trembled slightly, and then shook his head, pinching his fingers under his sleeves, and shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible... This... Impossible..."

"If...what conditions are needed if possible?" Wen Xichi took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the host of Huaguang Temple again, suppressing the excitement in his heart and asked slowly!
Chapter completed!