Syllable!

The white pieces fell on the chessboard, the big dragon was completed, and the black pieces could not do any resistance except for the fish that fought and the net was broken. However, who would have known that twenty minutes ago, white had been killed by black and lost his armor and was embarrassed?

"You've lost." A middle-aged man in a robe put down the chess pieces in his hand, brushed his chin and put down the goat's whiskers, and said with a smile. The man has red phoenix eyes, white skin, a straight nose, and the curve of his lips makes him look personable. His refined temperament made him look like a scribe, so even if he wore robes similar to those of ancient times, it would not be strange.

"Yes, we played 99 games of chess on 15 days, and I lost 99 games." Across from him sat a man as well. The man looked to be in his early thirties, wore a pair of glasses, and smiled with a dimple on the side of his mouth, which made him doubly attractive.

The middle-aged scribe smiled and disrupted the chessboard, dividing them one by one, "It's okay." According to the agreement, we still have a plate, zuihou a plate. ”

"No, no need." Pushing the gold wire frame on the bridge of his nose, the man shook his head, "You have been dormant for 8 years, just to play a game of chess, I can't play you." You win. ”

The middle-aged scribe put down the chess pieces in his hand and looked at him intently.

The man opposite showed a somewhat bitter smile, he hugged his head a little frantically and was silent for a long time, and then said slowly in a hoarse voice, "I will do not help each other, do not interfere with your next Jihua, and provide you with full financial support in the next three years...... But! You have to promise me that you can't hurt a single hair of the martial artist! ”

"As long as Jihua goes well, then they won't be affected in any way, and they may even be unaware. Rest assured, I don't dare to have any interest in their people, their property, I just want to get back what belongs to me. The middle-aged scribe laughed silently. He knew that just today he had cleared one of the most important obstacles in Jihua for himself.

After fifteen days of painstaking efforts, using everything he had gained from eight years of meditation, he finally relied on the chessboard to conquer the man in front of him. This man looks like he is only thirty years old, but who would have thought that he would still have this face thirty years ago, and at that time, he was once called the Mobei Chess King.

His name is Jinglun, and he is a patron saint of the martial arts family in the capital, and he has protected the behemoth for thirty years because of an oath at the beginning, and he doesn't know how much trouble he has settled for the martial arts behind the scenes. However, he is human, he also has seven emotions and six desires, thirty years, a whole thirty years, he is tired, he is tired. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given himself a chance to talk head-on. The middle-aged scribe knew very well that he couldn't hold ten moves under him.

Poof――

Fifteen days of gambling exhausted his hard work, and after getting Jinglun's affirmation, he uncontrollably squirted a mouthful of blood. Jing Lun looked at him so fixedly, with a gentle smile, and his eyes were calm and unwavering, without the slightest change.

After a mouthful of blood spurted out, the middle-aged scribe felt much more comfortable in his chest. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and said with a smile, "Then ......"

Before the words fell, suddenly, the middle-aged scribe seemed to feel something, raised his head in confusion and looked at the northern starry sky, stared for a long time, he lowered his head and silently pinched a few tricks, his face suddenly changed, he reached out violently and swept the chess pieces to the ground with a flick of the chessboard, and took out seven copper coins with marks from his pocket.

Jinglun was indifferent to his reaction, and even poured himself a cup of tea, and then watched coldly.

The middle-aged scribe didn't have time to explain anything to him, the copper coin quickly changed position in his hand, jumping in his hand in various mysterious postures but couldn't get out of his control, and the invisible liliang surrounded his palm to control the seven copper coins in his hand, and the copper coin gradually showed a little starlight.

Magic Weapon!

Hum -

Seven copper coins beeped, and then the elves leaped from his palms and fell onto the chessboard with a crackle.

Three antis and four positives.

This is the ability he has mastered, the Seven Golden Hexagrams. The last three generations of his family are all famous masters of Yixue, and he is too, and the blue is better than the blue. He can use seven copper coins to break the hexagram at one time, which is much more convenient than a normal hexagram.

Eight years ago, his reputation in the rivers and lakes was far higher than that of the god operator, and it was not until he disappeared that the reputation of the juniors in the easy to learn was gradually rising.

The hexagram after the money fell made the middle-aged scribe's face change a little, and he couldn't tell whether he was surprised or delighted.

"Paper! Pen! The middle-aged scribe said to Jinglun.

Jinglun got up silently and left from the balcony, and after a while, he personally walked back with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The middle-aged scribe didn't care to be polite to him, but then he dipped in ink and wrote something quickly on rice paper, and as the tip of his pen slided, his face became more and more pale, as if this writing had wasted a lot of his strength.

Syllable.

Strange things happened, when the brush traveled to a position, no matter how he xiangxia writing the brush stayed on the paper without moving, as he liliang increased, at a certain moment, the brush suddenly broke from it!

Poof――

The middle-aged scribe fell backwards on an unsteady footing, and a mouthful of blood mist erupted from his mouth again, this time, his vitality was greatly damaged. The middle-aged scribe got up from the ground with his hand on his chest, took the hexagram paper with trembling hands, pinched his fingers according to the results calculated above, and after a while, he laughed silently.

"God is open!" The middle-aged scribe's voice was full of joy and surprise.

"What's going on?" It was only at this time that Jing Lun asked.

"It's a star key! Star key! The middle-aged scribe wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and then picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth, then said excitedly: "It's the star key, the star key is born!" ”

The star key, a legendary treasure, has been passed down since the Warring States period and has been passed down for thousands of years until today. In addition to being a strange object in its own right, it is also the key to unlocking the Star Cave.

The Star Cave, also known as the Tomb of the Stars, is said to be a treasure left by the gods, where you can get everything you want, wealth, magic weapons, exercises, elixirs, and even spirit animals in a period of weak dormancy. It is even said that there is a secret to becoming a god in the star cave! For nearly a thousand years, no one has been able to soar in the daylight, and the theory of God is becoming more and more like a mystery. And at this time, the answer to this puzzle is in front of you, who wouldn't be impressed? It's like a jar of the most natural nectar that attracts swarms of bees.

Throughout the ages, the star key has always been something that psychics talk about, but unfortunately, this thing is not hard to find, and it only appears once in hundreds of years. That's why the middle-aged scribe was so excited when he judged the answer.

Jinglun Bafeng's immovable hand shook, then stroked his glasses, and asked softly, "Are you sure?" ”

"Absolutely, yes! The heavenly machine in the north has just changed, like a small pebble thrown into a pond, although it is small, but it can't stop the ripples! The middle-aged scribe looked up at the stars in the night sky and clicked a few times, "There, there, there, the three brightest stars are already cheap, do you see, the three stars meet, Daji!" And the results of my divination just now, although a little vague, but I can still judge a few clues, and I can't be wrong! ”

Jing Lun handed him a glass of water, the two were silent for a moment, their emotions stabilized, and then Jing Lun asked, "So, what are you going to do?" ”

"What to do? How can I allow such a great opportunity to slip out of my grasp! As long as I have the star key symbolizing the natal chart in my hand, my chances of completing Jihua can increase by 30%! Rob, I'm going to grab it anyway! The middle-aged scribe turned his head to look at him, and said bewilderingly: "With your financial resources and connections, and my Tianyan technique, you and I will work together, taking advantage of the fact that there are not many people perceived now, it is easy to seize the star key!" ”

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A couple of things to say.

First: I have always had friends say that the main line of this book is not clear, in fact, the author has pointed out a hidden main line before, if you don't notice, then the next chapter of the author will propose the second main line, this time on the bright side. The main thread of the book is not the kind that runs through the whole text, on the contrary, it is staged, like strands of silk woven into a twine. This is quite a challenge for the author.

Second: The foreshadowing in the early stage is almost buried, you can consider starting to add some soil, just digging a pit is easy to zuihou to fall into it.

Third: From this chapter onwards, the book officially enters a leap stage, and the plot will progress much faster, and at the same time, it will also be a climax.

zuihou: Thank you for the tip.