Mo Lan hurriedly took out the blood dance jade in his arms, only to see that the jade body exuded scorching heat, and the strange phenomenon of blood dancing appeared again, but it was more intense and dazzling than the last time I saw it.

After a few moments, the vision subsided, and the heat gradually subsided, leaving only a faint residual warmth in the palm of the hand.

Last time, it was inconvenient to ask more questions because of Zheng'er beside me, but at this time, the questions hidden in my heart came out again.

For what, that boss said that Blood Dance was destined to belong to her? What does this piece of jade have to do with her? Why is it that only she can see this strange image?

The only thing she was sure of was that the shopkeeper didn't explain something to her, and this piece of jade must not be that simple.

Thinking of this, she kept running in the direction of Ji Po Xuan.

The peach-colored figure shuttles through the silvery white, leaving a series of footprints of different shades, stretching into an intermittent river, stretching into the distance. But a moment later, it was filled with a pouring of goose feathers, obscuring all traces of existence.

When I stepped into this jade shop again, the feeling that came to my face was still a little cold and bleak.

Mo Lan couldn't help but be a little puzzled, any shop that wants to make money should at least be sorted out a little brighter, especially the antique jade shop, which should be classified and neatly arranged.

However, this store is not only crowded and gloomy, but also the goods are placed in a mess, not at all like an open business, but like a utility room where you store your own miscellaneous items, which looks really strange.

At this time, the boss was not there, and there were no extra customers in the store, only a gray-haired old man sitting in the corner playing a game of chess alone. Mo Lan was hesitant to go over and ask, but saw that the old man suddenly raised his head and smiled at her, very kind.

"Girl, if you have nothing to do, why don't you accompany the old man to play a game of chess?"

Mo Lan was stunned for a moment, and wanted to refuse, but when he touched the pair of wise and gentle eyes, the ghost walked over in a hurry, and after he sat down opposite him, his heart was actually peaceful.

Glancing lightly at the messy chess game, Mo Lan sighed helplessly and said, "Actually, I don't know how to play chess." ”

"There will be no way to play, chess, not only those who are proficient can play." The old man stroked his snow-white beard disappreciatively, picked up a white child and said with a smile, "The girl holds the sunspot, please first." ”

Mo Lan picked up a sunspot and looked at the messy layout on the chessboard with black lines all over his head, and he really didn't know where to start. I knew that Lu Dao would come in handy one day, and I should have listened to Ah Zi's persuasion and learned Go as well.

Now what is the best first step? In any case, the first chess piece must at least be so-so, otherwise if you block yourself in just one step, won't it make the old man laugh and lose his big teeth?

Tangled, tangled......

The old man looked at Mo Lan's distressed and thoughtful appearance, and reminded with a smile: "It's right to think clearly before leaving, but how many people can see the path they want to take from the beginning, and how many people can start from the first step and walk correctly?" ”

Mo Lan looked up in surprise, but saw the old man looking at her with clear eyes: "Since you don't know anything about the road ahead, why don't you just go with your heart, settle down in any place, take one step at a time, and slowly explore it again?" ”

His eyes shimmered, and a bright glow flashed. The slender fingers fell, and with a crisp sound, the sunspots landed in the intersecting gap.

The old man lowered his eyes, and a few happy smiles appeared on his childish face, and then he shook his head helplessly.

"Girl, this move is a dead move."