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The old man who kept talking saw that Jiang Fengyang didn't like to take care of it.

There seemed to be a hint of thought in his eyes.

He really regretted his moves.

Just as Jiang Fengyang expected.

Jiang Fengyang's eyes welled up with shock, because the moment the old man's chess pieces fell, he seemed to see the despicable drama on the chessboard.

Prank?

Jiang Fengyang was like an electric shock.

That chessboard is like a fantasy cloud, what is the thing that lingers on it?

Cow ghost snake god?

It turned out to be a messy existence, not chess, not foreign shogi or anything like that, it turned out to be a statue like a living dragon and a tiger?

What the hell is this Nima.

For example, a pig and a dog stand opposite a tree?

How to play this?

Is the brain circuit different, or is it because I am too stupid.

Jiang Fengyang really wanted to ask the two old men - may I ask the two immortals, can you let the two of you escape from the mental hospital because the guards were napping on vacation?

The chess piece fell, and it seemed that Jiang Fengyang saw it intentionally.

Repentance.

This bad old man is really bad, although he can't understand the chess game, but it is evenly distributed, and the statues are dotted among them, and there is a big game dotted around.

But at this moment, the old man waved his hand and swept a large area of chess pieces across from him.

Gone.

The trees are gone, the mountains are gone, the birds are gone, and the people have broken their arms and legs.

I'm Nima!

Shameless stinking thing.

Jiang Fengyang wanted to give him a mouthful of old phlegm.

Is this Nima repenting or ruining chess?

Jiang Fengyang was so angry that he almost pointed his nose and scolded.

But impulsiveness is the devil.

He wanted to see if the old man who had been repented would get mad.

The result?

No!

It didn't.

Good upbringing, good quality, so calm, so stupid b!

Well, it should be.

Alzheimer's disease is not like this, Jiang Fengyang maliciously guessed in his heart and kept figuring it out.

This inner drama is enough to shoot ten stories of Zhen Huan.

That old man must have a bag in his head, or he just can't beat this repentant monster.

Can't beat it?

Jiang Fengyang suddenly seemed to have discovered a new world.

Kindness.

Definitely can't beat it, Jiang Fengyang is constantly guessing and reversing his guesses, and in a few breaths, there are already dozens of possibilities that he lists one by one and vetoes them one by one.

In the end, he came up with an outcome that he felt was the most likely.

Otherwise, how could he be so calm, the other party had already swept and destroyed most of the chessboard in a mess, but he still looked at his nose, his nose and his heart, and his heart to the chessboard.

He continued to fall.

What did he catch?

A stick?

Or a sword.

Seeing this game, Jiang Fengyang was confused, Jiang Fengyang felt that there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past, and his mood was even more difficult to calm down than a roller coaster.

The sword falls on the chessboard, divides the autumn sun equally, and thousands of clouds and clouds are slashed with a sword.

"There is no trace of luck in the heart. ”

"The weathered dragon is also empty. ”

The old man said a word.

Jiang Fengyang heard it.

I think this old man also has a bag in his head, could it be another Du Mansion.

To the poem?

"Empty is empty, dragons and tigers are empty. ”

"Hurried and hurried, shrunken head and tail old Wang Ba. ”

Jiang Fengyang is not happy.

Everyone has bullied you, and you are still pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, pretending to be profound.

At this point, the situation on your side of the board is about to collapse.

At this time, if the individual will resist angrily, even if he dies, he will not make the other party better, right, you ** is good, and the grandson of the turtle is also counted, and he pretends to be b.

originally didn't like the old man who regretted chess, but at this time, Jiang Fengyang suddenly felt that the other party should lose.

should have fallen into the flowers and killed him, and he lost his armor, so that he pretended to be deep, and he didn't dare to resist and pretended to be so tall.

The two old men frowned.

Jiang Fengyang opened his mouth this time, it was full of gunpowder, and it obviously had the meaning of scolding.

"The eyes of the rats are short-sighted, especially long-lived. ”

The old man who seemed to have fallen into defeat was not angry, and he didn't look at Jiang Fengyang waving a little chessboard.

The chessboard changed abruptly, but Jiang Fengyang saw another scene.

That sword was enough to open the heavens, and the sky hung on the earth, like the most dazzling holy light.

The sword was also not good-looking, otherwise Jiang Fengyang would not have thought it was a stick at first.

It was originally a desperate chess game, but he took the absolute initiative, and the old man who seemed to regret the chess and was at ease turned out to be a trapped beast.

The thousands of troops and horses in front of him couldn't fight the power of that sword, and they couldn't withstand the overwhelming posture.

Rout.

All the situations are a losing word.

It seems that the heart has a feeling, and the air machine is traction.

Poof.

Jiang Fengyang saw it clearly, and there seemed to be an invisible rule on the chessboard that stabbed his eyes, and his heart was surging.

Directly squirted out a mouthful of blood.

His temples suddenly grew gray.

The trapped beast still can't change the ending, the old man who has been indifferent has been in control of the situation, and it seems that the rampaging guy has taken advantage, but in fact, it has let him go to destruction step by step.

You're still too young.

These words were said to him at the beginning, and they were like thunder at this time.

Only then did I realize how proud, conceited, and stupid I was.

Otherwise, he will not be defeated by the starry sky, like a lost dog.

Jiang Fengyang's mood fell to the bottom.

Looking down at the clouds under his feet, he felt that he was really a fool for a while.

I don't know how long it has been.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, old sir, but I was ignorant and disturbed the immortals playing chess. Jiang Fengyang confessed, knowing how stupid he was wrong.

The immortal has his own supernatural powers when he plays chess, and the pattern of ten thousand laws is the same, he just sees the lowest level of things, but the result is that Xia Worm is Bing, and the other party does not care about the simple changes in the situation.

Turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain, invisibly taught him a lesson.

"Senior brother, let me tell you a word. The voice came.

Bro?

Jiang Fengyang was stunned, his master?

He doesn't have a master.

If you really count it, it was Yu Mingzhe, the six-rank pill pharmacist, who opened the door to an alchemist for him.

When I turned my head, I saw a boy, only five or six years old, childish and innocent.

"This, did you recognize the wrong person?" Jiang Fengyang was a little confused. "I'm alone, how can I come to the master?"

"If you can go up the mountain to watch chess, your junior brother Hugh will be vain. The boy spoke in a milky voice.

Jiang Fengyang mentioned 10,000 cautions, he was as stable as an old dog on the surface, but he was panicked in his heart, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was overturned.

When his divine sense fell, he couldn't see through this kid's supernatural powers and cultivation.

Is the system obsolete?

Jiang Fengyang subconsciously thought so, and quietly pinched his fingers, and there was nothing in front of him.

What the hell is this.

Could it be that it is a collision with evil.

"What else is there to hesitate about?" the boy was very patient.

Jiang Fengyang suddenly gushed out a trace of something wrong, could it be that he was inexplicably targeted by a mysterious existence?

Forced to buy and sell?

"I don't know where the master is, what sages are going to tell me. Jiang Fengyang felt that it was not too late to stabilize the other party before making a decision.

"Don't say. "The boy opened his mouth to speak in the Ki language.

Jiang Fengyang's expression twitched, and there were 10,000 words of greetings to the ancestors in his heart, the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, I don't know if I am supernatural, anyway, the technology of this pretending b is first-class in the world.

"Master asked me to tell you, quiet and inaction. The boy said.

Jiang Fengyang was stunned for a moment, looked at the boy, but found that the boy had turned into a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

"Shizun is a Kunlun guest, and there is an old house on the south side of the stone bridge. Cultivating the Tao and mixing the beginning of the Yuan, only then did he become immortal and know the ...... of obedience and disobedience" The voice of the boy came with the wind and went away with the wind.

Jiang Fengyang was really like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned on the spot.

Is this world really a book?

In the previous life, there were clouds on the list of gods, and the Taoist wild immortals boasted of themselves as songs, saying: The poor road is a Kunlun guest, and there is an old house on the south side of the stone bridge. Cultivation is at the beginning of the Tao and the beginning of the Yuan, and only then does he live forever and know obedience and disobedience......

Who is this immortal?

Lu Zhuan Daojun.

This product claims to be able to look down on bull riding, nor can it look down on the pulse of bull riding, and the qualifications are quite high.

Watfak?

It's like living in the middle of it.

Jiang Fengyang was full of question marks, and he accidentally became Lu Zhuan Daojun's apprentice?

Wouldn't that seem a little too capricious?

If that's the case, the bull rider may not be as old as him.

It's messed up...... It's messed up......

This ** egg becomes shit, so how can I be quiet and inactive.

It's a hammer.

"That, senior brother...... I'm ...... That ......" Jiang Fengyang called out tentatively.

But in the clouds, there was no trace, no one was there, and no one answered.

As the saying goes, Bodhi has no tree, where to stir up dust.

This is what has been done.

Jiang Fengyang stomped his feet vigorously and looked around, but it was already chaos, and there was no way out.

This realm has gone too far.

"Wake up!" Jiang Fengyang slapped his slap on the skull.

Useless.

Biting your tongue and killing yourself?

It's impossible to kill yourself, but it's okay to bite your tongue.

Void.

A thousand years of big dreams??

Jiang Fengyang simply sat cross-legged.

I couldn't calm down when I heard my heart pounding......

I want to talk about "There is a Dragon Hidden in the Body" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~