At this time, Fan Li already understood.
Everything he saw should be the memories of past Xia emperors.
The screen jumps.
Nanchao, the last territory of Daxia.
What comes into view is the pastoral scenery of men farming, women weaving, fishermen, woodcutter, and reading.
Only a corner of the once glorious capital remains.
But Fan Li discovered that this small Nanchao Kingdom might be the real dream home of ordinary people since ancient times.
Calm, leisurely and harmonious.
Daxia in Nanchao is still a paradise.
Fan Li even saw that the people of Daxia who voluntarily followed Si Jie to Nanchao still supported and worshiped their king from the bottom of their hearts.
Di Yu's voice rang in his ears.
"In Nanchao, Si Jie officially ascended the throne and became the seventeenth emperor of Great Xia."
"He is ready to fulfill his duties, enter the [Shangjun Chessboard], and start a fateful battle with Emperor Zhudan."
"But, an accident happened."
"He couldn't get in."
In the memory picture, young Si Jie has changed into a dragon robe.
During the Great Xia migration, the entire Yangcheng Palace was moved to Nanchao.
Si Jie stood outside the palace wall. A huge purple semicircle enveloped the entire Daxia Palace.
No matter how hard Si Jie tried, he couldn't get in.
In the end, he could only watch Sifa, the sixteenth emperor of Daxia, die.
"Di Zhudan, let me in!"
"I am the Great Xia Zi Sijie, and I will continue to play against you!"
Si Jie wanted to fight with all his strength.
If he wins, he will avenge his ancestors and then spend the rest of his life in the paradise of Nanchao with the people of Daxia.
If he loses, he will lose Daxia.
But all Di Zhudan could get was the cage-like South Nest.
Outside of Nanchao, Cheng Tang was heavily armed, ready to fight against Emperor Zhu Dan at any time with the strength of all nine states in the world.
Moreover, with the lessons learned from Di Yu, Chengtang will never be fooled again.
"As long as the chess game is over, regardless of victory or defeat, Emperor Zhudan will die."
Di Yu's voice came slowly.
Fan Li nodded and shook his head.
This is a conspiracy. The Xia Emperors of all dynasties knew it, Cheng Tang knew it, and Emperor Zhu Dan must also know it.
How could a shrewd and cunning person like Di Zhudan sit still and wait for death?
Fan Li kept guessing how Emperor Zhudan would fight back.
Now, the answer is revealed.
Emperor Zhudan stopped the chess game.
As the owner of [Shangjun Chessboard], Di Zhudan is indeed privileged.
Si Jie soon discovered this.
"coward!"
"Are you afraid of being born? Are you afraid of Cheng Tang, who has the luck of Kyushu?"
"Actually imprisoned yourself?"
The seventeenth generation emperors of Great Xia practiced hard day and night, and their knowledge of [Shangjun Chessboard] was second only to Emperor Zhu Dan in the world.
Stopping a chess game is an act of self-imprisonment.
Di Zhudan will be trapped in the chessboard world until the next chess game starts. If he can defeat his opponent, he can escape.
But self-imprisonment is also self-preservation.
Emperor Yu accidentally entered the situation, leading to the demise of the Xia Dynasty, and Cheng Tang did not want to make the same mistake again.
Therefore, Cheng Tang would never dare to risk entering the South Nest, just like Emperor Zhudan did not dare to risk setting foot in the Central Plains again.
In the palace, in the chess game.
Di Zhudan's face was extremely gloomy, and he looked past the dead Si Fa to Si Jie outside.
After just one glance, he stopped looking, as if he had lost interest in Si Jie and even Daxia as a whole.
"I...will come back..."
After saying a word, Di Zhudan's body slowly 'sinked' and actually merged into the bloody chessboard.
So far, the Daxia Palace has become the only forbidden area in Nanchao. No one is allowed to approach it, not even Si Jie.
"well!"
"Si Jie is the only Emperor of Xia who has never really entered the situation. He is also the only emperor since me who has truly governed the country of Great Xia."
"Although, this small South Nest is the only one left in Daxia."
Fan Li listened to Di Yu's words and remained silent.
In the picture, the flow of time begins to speed up.
Year after year, winter passes and spring comes.
Si Jie became a wise and wise king and governed Nanchao very well, and the people of Daxia lived and worked in peace and contentment from then on.
However, the power of the country's destiny began to appear.
There is only a corner of Nanchao in Daxia, and the luck is extremely weak.
When the national destiny is weakened, it becomes difficult for the people to practice cultivation.
In the next hundred years, not even a new Nascent Soul practitioner was born in Nanchao.
In another hundred years, even golden elixir practitioners will not be able to be cultivated.
Another hundred years later, the people who first followed Si Jie to Nanchao, even though there were some who were highly skilled in cultivation, all died.
As for ordinary people, four generations have changed.
These are not the most terrifying things.
The population of Daxia has been declining sharply.
Initially, Nanchao could barely maintain the population of a city-state.
But three hundred years after Si Jie became emperor, there were only a hundred people left in Daxia.
This population is extremely small for a village, let alone maintaining the national system.
Si Jie knew all this but did nothing.
Fan Li understood this.
Xia was about to die, and Si Jie just let nature take its course.
Finally, after several more decades, the population of Daxia was almost exhausted.
At this time, Si Jie was also very old.
One winter.
Si Jie, who had white hair and beard, climbed a dirt mountain regardless of the wind and snow, and did not stop until he reached the mountainside.
Fan Li found that this earth mountain looked very familiar.
If you look closely, you will see that it is the Tongshan Mountain where the tomb of King Jie is located.
Although Si Jie is old, he is still tall and majestic.
He was only slightly hunched over, which did not affect his imperial demeanor at all.
Si Jie picked up the hoe and started digging the soil one hoe at a time.
There were eight people traveling with him, including men and women, all of whom were old.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I have to leave first."
Men and women knelt down together, kneeling three times and nine times before Si Jie.
"Um."
Si Jie only responded and did not stop digging.
Fan Li could see that Si Jie was not indifferent, he was just conserving his energy.
It seems like every word is a huge waste of his physical energy?
Si Jie, how weak is she now?
Those people paid great tributes and began to work.
They found a piece of rock and began to carve it with difficulty.
Just carving the mountain stone into the shape of an obelisk caused three people to die from exhaustion.
At this time, Si Jie had already dug the tomb.
He dropped his hoe and walked towards the obelisk.
Si Jie ignored the five people who were carving words on the obelisk, and only carried the bodies of the three dead people away and placed them in the burial places in the tomb.
The so-called tomb chamber is actually a big pit.
After completing the excavation of the tomb, Si Jie turned around and went down the mountain.
Not long after, he actually carried a coffin by himself.
The coffin was crude and crude, as if it was made from randomly chopped trees by the roadside.
Fan Li first discovered that with Si Jie's figure, the size of the coffin was just right for him.
really.
Si Jie carried the coffin into the tomb and placed it in the center.
At this time, the tombstone has been engraved, with only the words "Tomb of King Jie" written simply.
Call yourself a king, not an emperor.
Fan Li guessed that because the nine states in the world had returned to Tang, Si Jie avoided the throne and demoted himself to the king.
Four more people who were traveling with Si Jie died.
There was only one old man left who was still shaky. He knelt in front of Si Jie and said in an extremely weak voice:
"The people of Daxia start well and end well."
"I will be loyal to Your Majesty in life, and I will follow Your Majesty in Jiuquan after death..."
At this time, drops of cold sweat flowed down Si Jie's forehead.
A generation of emperors dug their own graves. For such a tragic thing, Si Jie still had to burn the last of his life to have the strength to complete it.
"Everyone..."
Si Jie looked at the old man in front of him and the four people lying beside the tombstone, his eyes gradually becoming moist.
"Di Zhudan should have destroyed himself, but now he is still hiding in the game."
"I have not finished the matter, and I am ashamed of all the past emperors and the people of Daxia."
"I wish I could reincarnate and fight Emperor Zhu Dan again in the future!"
The old minister who was not dead shook his head: "After death, the soul enters the six realms of reincarnation, and the Yellow Spring water washes away the karma and grudges of the previous life. Only in this way can you be a human again. This is the common law of heaven, and your Majesty does not need to be persistent."
Si Jie fell into silence after hearing this, but a look of determination gradually appeared on his face!
"Guan Longpang!"
Si Jie called out the veteran minister's name.
"Um, I'm here."
"You are the most knowledgeable. I ask you, people have three souls and seven souls. If I separate the three souls and seven souls, one part will be sent to the six realms of reincarnation, and the other part will stay in the South Nest."
"So, can I succeed in reincarnation?"
"If successful, my new body will come to South Nest to retrieve the remaining soul. Can I inherit everything from my previous life? Including cultivation, memory... and cause and effect!?"
The old minister Guan Longpang was shocked!
He was already about to die, and he was so shocked that he was shaking all over.
"No!"
"Your Majesty! This action is against the laws of heaven and morality and must not be done!"
"Separate the soul, reincarnation is extremely difficult to succeed!"
"Even if it succeeds, the new body may still have many hidden dangers."
"Or the character is twisted and becomes cruel and violent."
"Besides, it is difficult to reconcile the broken situation. The souls that have been separated can never be perfectly fused, and something will be lost... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Guan Longpang said anxiously.
But his lifespan had been exhausted, and before he could finish his words, he was already dead with his eyes wide open and his face filled with fear.
Perhaps as long as Guan Longpang says a few more words, he can persuade Si Jie.
Unfortunately, it backfired in the end.
"Guan Aiqing..."
Si Jie also looked full of regret.
He smiled miserably and said: "I failed to complete my mission and will die with my eyes closed. So what if I tear my soul apart? I bet once. If I succeed, I will have the opportunity to kill Emperor Zhu Dan with my own hands."
After saying that, Si Jie also carried Guan Longpang's body into the tomb.
Beside the coffin, there were eight corpses parked.
"In this life, my life is over."
Si Jie murmured to himself.
Fan Li could also see that Si Jie's movements were getting slower and slower and more difficult.
He pushed open a corner of the coffin lid with difficulty, got in and lay down.
Finally, slowly return the coffin lid from the inside.
Fan Li originally thought that the memory of the previous Xia emperors should end here.
But at the end, Si Jie's faint whisper came from the coffin: "Bet once... I want to bet once..."
The screen stops.
Fan Li's surroundings turned into a white, empty world.
Click!
A sound like breaking eggshells.
There are many cracks visible to the naked eye on the side walls of the white world, as if the entire world is under tremendous pressure and is about to be crushed into powder?
Bang! ! ! !
With a loud noise, the white world collapsed!
The environment around Fan Li has changed drastically!
The world turned blood red.
He could clearly see that the ground beneath his feet was actually a vast, bloody chessboard, with nineteen long rivers crisscrossing it!
There are countless black and white mountains in the distance, like chess pieces waiting to enter the game.
"Fan Li? Are you still alive!?"
It was actually Bai Jiu's voice.
Fan Li turned around when he heard the sound and saw Bai Jiuhao standing next to him.
In addition to this woman, Huang Longshi was also standing not far away with a blank look on his face.
The three of them looked at each other and said at the same time: "Did you see it?"
"The Seventeenth Emperor of Daxia?"
"Shangjun chessboard?"
"Emperor Zhudan?"
The three of them spoke in unison again.
Fan Li suddenly realized!
It turns out that everyone’s experience is the same.
"This is the world of Shangjun chessboard, right?" Bai Jiu frowned and said, "Could it be that the so-called ancient emperor chess is actually this kind of thing?"
She was very dissatisfied.
I thought it was the inheritance of the emperor, but actually fell into a conspiracy?
Bai Jiu regretted it and wished he could leave South Nest immediately.
After all, no matter how greedy she is, she still doesn't believe that she can snatch the [Shangjun Chessboard] from Di Zhudan.
Huang Longshi on the side said: "No, we are in the middle of the game. Are we going to play against Emperor Zhudan?"
"How does this work?"
"I am not an emperor, why should I fall into this life-betting chess game?"
Bai Jiu’s face changed drastically!
Although she thinks very highly of herself, what will be the outcome of the Seventeenth Emperor of Great Xia?
Even Emperor Yu has turned into ashes. How can his chess skills be better than those of Emperor Yu, Qi, Taikang, and Shaokang?
Fan Li has been observing the surrounding environment.
"Isn't [Shangjun Chessboard] in the Daxia Palace?"
"Why is it hanging upside down in the sky again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone answered immediately.
The eerie voice sometimes sounds like a baby, sometimes like an old man.
"Because Daxia is destroyed!"
"I swallowed up Daxia's luck!"
"[Shangjun Chessboard] is getting stronger, and I am getting stronger too!"
A figure appeared, and Fan Li and the other three immediately recognized him.
"Emperor Zhu Dan!?" Bai Jiu exclaimed.
At this moment, Emperor Zhudan looked like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.
He is young, handsome, and has a noble temperament, but his gloomy brows make people shudder at the sight.
Fan Li was also looking at Emperor Zhudan carefully.
Although the opponent's momentum is extremely strong, it seems that he will not directly attack his group.
Probably the world rules of [Shangjun Chessboard]?
On the chessboard, only chess and no fighting power?
Fan Li suddenly said: "Di Zhudan, what you call the luck of swallowing up Daxia is just the luck of Nanchao. Even if you are powerful, you are limited, not to mention that there is no fighting ability in the chessboard world, so you don't have to show off."
"Are you the emperor?"
Di Zhudan looked at Fan Li for a moment and suddenly came up with this situation without any clue.
Of course Fan Li would not admit it.
"I am the prime minister of the Chu Dynasty."
"How is that possible?" Di Zhudan frowned. "You are obviously destined to be the emperor, and you are blessed with great fortune."
Bai Jiujiu interjected from the side: "He is a famous traitor in the world, and he even forced Emperor Chu to call him 'father'! Could it be that Chu's luck was stolen by him?"
Fan Li glanced at Bai Jiu in surprise.
Unexpectedly, she also has this function to help her lie?
Emperor Zhudan looked puzzled.
In his era, Emperor Yu founded the world.
Even if there are traitorous ministers, they are far from being able to bully the emperor.
"It doesn't matter." Emperor Zhudan said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, are you willing to play a game of chess with me?"
Because the memories of previous Xia emperors were revealed, Emperor Zhudan realized that he could not deceive Fan Li with lies.
He simply showed off his cards.
"Restart the game. If you can beat me, you can leave the world of [Shangjun Chessboard]."
"Otherwise, you will be stuck here with me forever."
"Young man who is blessed with great fortune, think about it yourself!"
I'm going to ask for leave in a few days. I have to go to the city. I won't be able to type for two or three days.
