Perhaps in the eyes of other chess players, the scene they see is different. Different people have different perceptions. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.
Suddenly, Li Muyang felt a sense of spying, full of malicious spying.
In an instant, it seemed as if every cell in his body was frozen. He had even forgotten to think, and his whole body seemed to be emptied.
But this feeling came and went as quickly as it came, and soon he came back to his senses.
At this time, he discovered that his shadow had dimmed a lot, and his luck had been reduced by more than half.
"Have I caused the boss's dissatisfaction?" Li Muyang lowered his head, not daring to see which boss it was.
However, he could sense that it was one of the seven light pillars.
The identity of the light pillar is obviously much higher than those of the flame balls. He offended a light pillar level boss as soon as he came up, which was bad luck.
Fortunately, one of the seven beams of light expressed kindness to him, and it immediately made him feel as if he was soaking in warm water, feeling very comfortable.
One thought of heaven and one thought of hell are like this.
Li Muyang maintained an attitude of neither happiness nor sadness, and knelt there silently.
Now is the time for the big guys to play games. They, the pawns, have no say, so it is best not to expect to be able to say anything.
Because he felt that several excited companions seemed to want to express their opinions, Xuying's body couldn't help but tremble, and one even stood up excitedly.
Then...then there was no more, they disappeared in a few moments.
I don't know if it has returned to its own body or if it has completely disappeared.
Seeing this scene, everyone became more honest, and the scene suddenly fell into a kind of quiet depression.
"What is this? The teacher is testing the students' qualifications?" Li Muyang remained neither happy nor sad, but his mind could still wander.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe a year, maybe ten years, or maybe just a moment.
A dazzling sun appeared. With the appearance of the sun, the whole world lit up, and the bluestone floor seemed to reflect the light.
Li Muyang buried his head deeply and forced himself not to look at the sun, because it might burn his eyes.
Sure enough, someone couldn't help but take a look at the sun, and then it burned up and disappeared completely.
Li Muyang was glad that his ability to take care of himself was still very strong, otherwise he would have been dead if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.
Ever since he came to this special space, he had been wondering why they had to restrict the communication between them, and even deliberately kept everyone in a quiet and stable state.
Now he understands that it's like a big shot in the company coming to inspect. Anyone who doesn't dress neatly, makes loud noises, or violates the rules and peeks at the big shot... these will all be beheaded.
Only the emperor likes to play with such strict rules.
But the status of these big guys on the scene is far more noble than the emperor, so they can only be saints.
Because the etiquette passed down by the emperors all came from the saints.
Li Muyang's heartbeat accelerated by half a beat, and then he forced it to return to normal.
How could he not be excited when he thought of the legendary saint appearing in front of him?
The seven pillars of light represent the seven saints in the world, Taishang Laojun, Original Heavenly Lord, Tongtian Cult Leader, Zhunti, Jieyin, and Nuwa. As for the seventh saint... it is possible that he is the king that the system originally mentioned. God Yan.
And that dazzling sun can only be the saint’s teacher, Taoist Hongjun, whose body is in harmony with Taoism.
Lying high in the nine layers of clouds, the truth lies in the futon.
Beyond the dark and yellow world, I shall be the leader of the teachings.
Pan Gu gave birth to Tai Chi, and the two rituals and four phenomena followed.
One teaching is passed on to three friends, and two teachings are divided into sections.
The leader of Xuanmen City, he turned into Hongjun with his Qi.
Unconsciously, this poem appeared in Li Muyang's mind.
Hongjun is not a living being. He is a saint and an ant. He has no illusions about life and death. He has no distinction between life and death. He does not care about right or wrong, cause and effect, life and death, good or evil, and does not talk about justice or private principles.
In fact, it is the easiest to deal with such a person. You just need to let nature take its course. Don't worry that he will harm you, help you, be grateful to you, or despise you.
The dazzling sun, seven beams of light, and countless flames seemed to be communicating with each other.
This is something that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. The words of the saint go in one ear and go out the other. How much they can stay in your heart depends on your own destiny.
Li Muyang couldn't hear it, he could only feel it out of thin air, and he didn't force it. Whatever he could feel was what he felt.
The scene now is obviously not a sermon by Daozu. It is estimated that a group of big guys have something to discuss. Maybe it is just the polite words at the beginning, so don't listen so carefully.
No, there was a guy who seemed eager to know what the saints were talking about. He tried his best to listen, and then... and then nothing happened.
Some things are no longer trivial once they involve a saint.
Even if it is their daily conversation, not everyone is qualified to listen to it.
Saints carry the rules of heaven and earth, follow the rules of the law, and have no ability to protect themselves. Never talk to a saint, otherwise the other person may make a joke and you may be trapped for thousands of years.
Li Muyang remained neither happy nor sad, silently feeling it. During this period, many people died.
After the saints finished communicating, there were only a dozen people present.
What a terrifying elimination rate.
Li Muyang even wondered if this was a test specially given by the saint.
At this time, the flames receded, leaving only the saint present.
The saints first communicated with the first-ranked chess piece according to the order of ranking.
Li Muyang could feel that the saints were lecturing the chess piece, and then the chess piece became extremely excited and nothing happened.
Then there are the chess pieces in the second row, the chess pieces in the third row...
After destroying all five chess pieces in a row, the remaining people did not dare to express their anger and even trembled a little.
With the lessons learned from the past, the chess players behind tried to stabilize their minds, without any embarrassing situation, and left the space with happy expressions on their faces.
Finally it was Li Muyang's turn.
Almost in an instant, his thinking stopped, and all that was left was his instinctive reaction, and he himself was like a third-party God's perspective, watching himself play freely there.
Li Muyang knew that this was what the saint wanted to ask him, rather than a utilitarian statement.
Soon, his mind was filled with all kinds of information, including the purpose of arranging for their group of chessmen to come to Aquablue Star and so on.
At this moment, he felt that his shadow body was on the verge of collapse.
There should be a saint who is dissatisfied with him, and at the same time there is a saint who is protecting him.
Li Muyang emptied his mind and asked himself not to think about anything.
Thunder, rain, and dew are all holy graces, and mortals can only accept them. Since they don’t have the strength, they should lower their posture.
He was now like a prisoner awaiting sentencing. It didn't matter what he had done or whether he was guilty or not. What mattered was the saint's attitude.
After a long time, his phantom body became almost completely transparent, and then he felt unusually tired, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.
With such a feeling, he was determined in his heart. As long as he felt it, he would not die!
Soon, he fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a long and thick log beam and pieces of blue-black tiles. He was lying on a wooden wooden bed, which made his back hurt.
He slowly sat up and looked at the shabby cabinet in the corner of the room, but there was nothing else.
"If I hadn't confirmed that these hands were still my own, I would have thought I had traveled to ancient times!" Li Muyang said with a wry smile.
Creak~
The door was pushed open.
"Dad, you finally woke up!" A little girl with braids ran to him and said.
Li Muyang raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't do this to me, I don't want to be a nanny!"
