The master and servant rode south, along the way the wind shouted the sound of birds, but but, although the mountain road is narrow and difficult to walk, fortunately, thousands of pedestrians on the dragon road are uneven, some passers-by come and go, and some passers-by are rare.

The young man in white and the old man with yellow teeth just chose a secret winding path, but they can also ride their horses freely and unimpeded.

The young man in white galloped on his horse, his posture swayed, and a pair of silver swords on his back made a pleasant bell sound from time to time.

Looking closely, it turned out that there were two silver leaves hanging from each of the handles of the pair of swords, less than half an inch long and as wide as half a fingernail, shining with silver light and tinkling.

The yellow-toothed old man followed closely behind, opening his mouth and shouting, if it weren't for the old face showing old age, it would really have the meaning of a freshly dressed angry horse riding in the dust.

Back then, the old man with yellow teeth also had a bloody time when he was young.

Before the age of nineteen, he had fought for the Jin God Dynasty in the Southern Regions, and at first, he joined the Jin God Dynasty to have something to eat, and he had no relatives at home, so he had nothing to worry about.

From an unknown pawn to an unknown veteran, he had a high posture before the war, scurried around with his head in his hands during the war, fell to the ground and pretended to be dead, changed his clothes and stole his life, and even escaped from the battle, these are all things he has done.

Otherwise, after 20 years in the army, he is just a small pawn and has no military merits at all, which is unreasonable, and in the past 20 years, he has never stabbed the enemy alone, and it can be said that he can still live in that ruthless battlefield, which can be said to be a miracle.

Fortunately, when he was nearly forty years old, he met the King of Flowing Gold when he was young, and the King of Flowing Gold at that time was like the young man in white in front of him, but he was more energetic than the young man in white.

At that time, the king of Liujin, a person, a sword and a fast horse, was also a white robe, hat and white boots, the yellow-toothed old man was stealing from the battlefield at that time, and ran into the grove in a hurry, after running a hundred steps in a hurry, he met a white-clothed young man leading a horse to drink water on the edge of a waterhole.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the young man said, follow me in the future, just a word, the old man with yellow teeth was in tears at that time, and he was very excited, he knew that desertion was a capital crime, and the Jin God Dynasty would never be able to go back, even if he didn't find out about his escape when he went back, he couldn't be found out next time.

If it goes on like this, not to mention that the horse leather shroud died on the battlefield, it won't be able to toss for a few years.

Since then, the old man of the yellow tooth has been saddled up for the young king of gold, and he has only lived a good life of peace and clothing for nearly a year without confusion, and he swore to the sky that he was born as a man of the king of gold and died as a dead man of the king of gold.

The young Liujin King didn't fail him, and felt that the name Dog San was a bit insulting, so he changed his name to Liusan.

Moreover, the King of Liujin intends to teach him some means to protect himself, although the disciples of Yunhai Xianmen, the martial arts of Xianmen cannot be taught to others at will, but the King of Liujin is also the son of the family of Wuxiang City, so he teaches the martial arts and exercises of the Huangya Laoer Liujia.

If you want to talk about the understanding and qualifications of the old man with yellow teeth, it is really one in a thousand miles, but in more than ten years, he has cultivated the Liujia's Phaseless Heart Sutra to the eighth layer. King Liujin sighed, if it weren't for the fact that the Yellow Tooth Old Man had missed the best age to step into the martial arts, he would definitely be able to cultivate his Liujia's Phaseless Heart Sutra to the tenth-layer peak realm with this qualification of not being confused for ten years.

At that time, the martial arts cultivation of the old man with yellow teeth will definitely not be much worse than those great grandmasters, but it's a pity.

Liusan said with a smile at the time, young master, I Liusan is content, if I wasn't lucky enough to meet the young master, then my Liusan didn't starve to death, maybe I would be on the verge of decay, contentment.

A sentence of contentment, carrying the bitterness and bitterness of a half-hundred-year-old child's life.

Gradually, the young King of Liujin is no longer young, married a wife, inherited the orthodoxy of the family, and got another son in the year of establishment, and took the name of the wind and snow, when the whole world celebrates and the people are happy, but everything that has changed after the death of the remaining son of the lady is so sad.

I don't know if it's the will of heaven to make people, or it's the fate of evil, his son Liufeng Huixue seems to come to collect debts, three years old has been very rebellious, seven years old is even more bluntly said that the King of Liujin is an old thing, although he is not learned and unskilled, his heart is rebellious, but he has not lost the state of mind of the first person, this point, or makes the King of Liujin feel a little gratified.

When he was thirteen years old, the King of Liujin wanted to send him to the master to practice, but the thirteen-year-old Liufeng Huixue resolutely opposed it, and he also worshipped a person as a teacher, threatening to learn the way of swords, and looked down on the Yunhai Immortal Gate to recognize his high posture.

In the same year, the King of Liujin met with his master, secretly frightened, and asked his son how he met that person. The King of Liujin asked his teacher again, and he replied, "Swordsman."

So far, the King of Liujin has not mentioned the matter of sending him to Xianmen to practice.

Even when Liufeng Huixue was seventeen years old, that is, at the moment, his master had already left two years ago, and Liufeng Huixue's rebellious posture became more and more public, and the King of Liujin saw this, so he had no choice but to drive him out of Wuxiang City to experience in this river and lake, so that Liu San would accompany him, but he also felt that he would not die in this river and lake.

"Huh~~~"

The yellow-toothed old man sighed deeply, and when he saw the young master in front of him slowing down again, he immediately chased after him and said, "The young master is tired, why don't you rest and leave." ”

The south sun is westerly, and the clouds are half-out of the clouds.

The young man in white pulled the reins and said slowly: "It's okay, it's just that after a while, my mood suddenly improved a lot, let's go slowly, by the way, why is this Yun Mengze known as one of the eight dangers of the rivers and lakes." ”

The yellow-toothed old man was immediately a little nervous, and said with a wrinkled old face: "Young master wants to go into the mountain?"

The young man in white smiled, "Can't you get in?"

The yellow-toothed old man raised his hand and touched his loose beard, and his expression gradually became serious.

Seeing this, the young man in white smiled and said, "How is it?"

The yellow-toothed old man stretched out a finger and said, "I can hit one." ”

The young man in white laughed, and said helplessly: "Forget it, let's go back when you can fight ten, and the remaining eight will be dealt with by the young master." ”

The yellow-toothed old man twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't speak again.

The two walked to the place where the trees were abundant, and saw that not far ahead, there was a monk walking forward, the monk was carrying a boxy thing on his back, wrapped in cloth, and his shoulders were wider on each side, walking unhurriedly, but there was also some Buddhist artistic conception.

The young man in white was immediately interested.

Just because the corner of the thing wrapped in cloth was exposed, and lines could be seen crisscrossing it.

The young man in white guessed that the monk was carrying a chessboard.

The monk walked forward slowly, holding one hand on his chest and the other hand holding a string of dark Buddhist beads, and gently twisting with the ups and downs of his steps, feeling that someone behind him wanted to hurry, so he immediately gave way to one side.

I saw a white-clothed figure flashing by, and he was ten steps in front of him.

The young man with a pair of swords on his back turned to him and said, "Monks also play chess?"

The mountain breeze in the forest moved lightly, blowing up the corner of the white gauze under the hat of the white-clothed young man, revealing a white and plump side face, and a narrow peach blossom eye, the corners of his mouth were light, as if there was a touch of provocation.

The monk smiled indifferently, bowed slightly, and on his delicate face, a little vermilion was condensed between his eyebrows, he looked at the young man and said, "The chess monk knows a little bit about it. ”

The young man in white lifted the reins, turned the horse's head, and said solemnly: "Yes yes, no, no, what knows a little bit about it, in the rivers and lakes, you can't talk like this, others will think that you are pretending to be profound, and when you meet someone who is anxious, you will inevitably come up and beat you, but not everyone is as good at talking as the young master." ”

The monk with the chessboard on his back bowed his head again, and said to him gently: "Thank you for the guidance of the donor, the chess monk has been taught." ”

The yellow-toothed old man chased after him, looked at the young monk with a kind face, and listened to his young master's tone of teaching others, so he simply shut up and didn't speak, knowing that his young master was arrogant, and he had to give a few words when he saw anyone, even his own father, King Liujin, as if he knew the most about this Jianghu, and everyone else was stupid.

In this regard, the yellow-toothed old man didn't want to touch his young master's brows, although the young master was very good to him.

The young man in white rode his horse to the young monk and said, "Untie your chessboard, and the young master will play a game with you." ”

The young monk shook his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the donor, it's getting late, and the chess monk will say goodbye." ”

The young monk bowed his head again and walked forward with his feet raised.

Seeing this, the young man in white lifted the reins, sat down and sat down with the horse's hooves facing the sky, raised his head and neighed, and dragged it with great force, and when the horse's hooves fell again, he was already in front of the monk.

The young monk's face finally showed a touch of solemnity, a little vermilion between his eyebrows was deep for a moment, he looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him who forcibly blocked the way, and said: "Please don't be embarrassed, the chess monk never plays chess for no reason." ”

The young man in white smiled, "The monk's tone is not small, that's just right, young master, I don't play boring chess, if you can win the young master, huh...... That's it!"

The young man in white reached out and patted the horse's neck.

The young monk asked softly, "Do you have to go down?"

The young man in white turned over and dismounted, sat on the ground, and said, "Unless you don't want to go." ”

The young monk bowed his head again and said with a smile: "The chess monk has consulted." He tore open the cloth knot with one hand, sat down cross-legged, and put the chessboard flat on the ground, and took out two chess baskets from his arms, one black and one white, and said to the young man in white: "The chess monk likes to play white." ”

The young man in white stretched out his hand and grabbed the black chess basket and said, "White is not necessarily white, and black is not necessarily black, monk, you are persistent." ”

The young monk smiled indifferently, "Bai Zi goes first." ”

The young man in white was stunned, and saw that the monk was determined by one son, and the chessboard was nineteen ways, just like a heaven and earth, and the first hand and one son took the lead.

"The young master will let you take the lead, I'll block it!"

The young man in white fell a son, on the side of the white man.

The young monk remained silent and calmly settled in a corner.

The young man in white followed, and the next son was next to him.

Seeing this, the yellow-toothed old man secretly made a wish to the Buddha statue in the temple at the east end of Wuxiang City, praying that his young master could win.

The young man in white and the young monk took the lead in one hand, and both of them were calm and unhurried.

Less than a cup of tea, the two sides have played seventy-eight hands, on the chessboard, the white son is already a big dragon will rise, but the black son is a piece of scattered sand. The young monk smiled bitterly in his heart, for the first time in his life, he played chess with someone who couldn't play chess, if this matter was known to everyone in the chess sect, then it would be time to laugh at him for bullying people.

The young man in white didn't know that the general trend was gone, and the black man fell, and said, "Block!"

"Donor, it's over. The young monk kindly reminded him.

The young man in white turned his head to look at the yellow-toothed old man and said, "Did I win?"

The yellow-toothed old man immediately felt a chill in his heart, turned his head to look at the monk and said, "Did you win, if you didn't win, then my young master won." ”

The young man in white nodded, feeling that what Liu San said was reasonable.

The young monk smiled and said, "Draw." ”

The young man in white stood up and shook his posture, turned over on his horse, and smiled at the monk: "Accept!" and said to the yellow-toothed old man: "Liusan, let's go." ”

The yellow-toothed old man looked happy, glad that the young master did not lose the horse, otherwise, he would have suffered this way, turned around and got on the horse, and chased forward.

The young monk shook his head and smiled bitterly, slowly put away the chess pieces, put the chessboard on his back, and walked forward again.

But in the blink of an eye, the person has disappeared, and it is not surprising that the winding path of the dragon road is winding.