I Guarded Beiguan and Actually Attracted Prince Qingqiu.

The wind and sand outside Dinghu Pass carry the smell of blood, and the black wind spreads a rumor that "the young prince of Qingqiu is hiding inside the pass", dragging the entire border pass into a deadlock. Prince Jing, Shen Su, had been guarding the border for three years, using Confucian righteousness and Yidao supernatural powers to build a barrier to the northern border of the human race. However, he could not wait for reinforcements from the academy. He only waited for a hot spiritual water and a three-month promise. He can clearly calculate the life and death of the nineteen ways on the chessboard, but he cannot calculate the conspiracy that is coming one after another in the dark. Qingqiu's second prince, Qing Jin, who had been closed off the mountain for twelve years, sneaked into the city gate with a floating pen. The paintings can hide mountains and rivers, soldiers and armor, and the brush strokes can summon foxes, fire, and spiritual birds. He watched the plight of the human race with a cold eye, but in a rainy night game, the painting was shattered by Prince Jing's son. One person plays chess to control the mountains and rivers, and the other person wields ink to determine life and death. When the beacon fire at the border cleared away the mist in Qingqiu, and the truth about the disappearance of the young prince came to light, they discovered that no one could escape from the game that had been played twelve years ago.