"Huh!"

The young man in the Confucian shirt laughed, and with a flick of his hand, the chessboard on the stone table recovered in the blink of an eye, and it was not bad, "Little madman, this chess game is not finished yet, don't come nonsense!"

The same words, different meanings, are clearly recognizable to the wise.

Li Chunfeng frowned, and the five fingers of his right hand in his sleeve robe were already pinching like phantoms, and there were invisible cloud patterns flickering, which was incomparable, but whenever it was about to take shape, it was weird and collapsed on its own.

Rao is his extraordinary knowledge, fine art, and extraordinary teachership, at this time, he also saw sweat on his forehead, and his calm and quiet handsome face became more and more dignified.

"It's ......"

Li Chunfeng's eyes were shocked, the five fingers of his right hand trembled slightly, as if it was difficult to maintain the seal, as if there was an invisible force pulling and obstructing, he couldn't help but raise his head in astonishment, and said in a deep voice, "Reverse the four times, the wind and clouds are impermanent, and the universe is changing, this is the secret technique of the Ghost Valley!"

"Hehe, it seems that you don't underestimate the world because of the head of the Tiangong Courtyard family!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt smiled lightly.

"You set up this strange situation in Langzhong, affect the time of the day, and even change someone's fortune, it is absolutely difficult to hide from the master!"

Li Chunfeng's face was slightly condensed, and he said in a deep voice, "No matter what your purpose is, it's still too late to stop now!"

"Huh!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said lightly, "Do you think this is my handwriting?"

Li Chunfeng twisted his eyebrows and pinched the seal again, but again, as before, he was affected by an inexplicable power and collapsed on his own.

Every time he tried to force his calculations, his intuition told him that something big would happen, and if he forced it, it would inevitably lead to bad luck.

"Little madman, let's play chess!"

The middle-aged man urged.

"Not in the mood!"

Li Chunfeng took a deep look at him, stood up suddenly, and looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear, the wind is beautiful, but his handsome face is gradually difficult to look at, as if the dark clouds cover the top before a rainstorm is coming.

Crash!

Li Chunfeng sat down again, flicked the table with his big sleeves, and swept the chess game again, but his eyes were staring at the middle-aged Confucian shirt.

"Huh!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt smiled, flicked his sleeves lightly, and the black chess game turned and returned to his position by himself.

But this time, it didn't return to normal, and Bai Zi trembled endlessly, as if illusory, alternating between virtual and real, weird and extraordinary.

Syllable!

Li Chunfeng shook his hand and fell, and Baizi suddenly calmed down, but he had the upper hand and ate three sons in a row.

"Heh, this doesn't match your usual chess style!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt smiled lightly, and almost in an instant, the sunspot fell, making the white son have the upper hand, which was instantly neutralized, and even had a tendency to fall behind.

"This time is different from the past, you gamblers can run to Langzhong to stir up the wind and rain, what am I counting?"

Li Chunfeng glared at him angrily, and then he was a son again.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sunspots were like mud and dust, and they were suddenly hit hard and turned into flying ashes and scattered, but after another sunspot, the whites were also eaten, and the decline was gradually revealed.

As the black and white chess pieces gradually faded, the criss-crossing chess moves seemed to be no longer obvious, intertwined into lines, and a mess.

But Li Chunfeng's face became more and more solemn, and when there were only the last nine chess pieces left, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the chess jar.

Airplanes!

The azure color suddenly appeared, and the white chess pieces all turned into powder, but there were clouds and mist flashing inside, vaguely arguable, as if two figures were colliding and entangled at extreme speed.

"Aurora Sword, Cold Star Spear!"

Li Chunfeng's eyes condensed slightly, and he looked at the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt word by word and said, "If I remember correctly, before you became a Taoist in the early years, because of a certain treasure, by chance, they once hunted you down. ”

"That's the thing!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt nodded calmly and said with a smile, "However, they are now fighting each other because of the filthy disciples under their disciples, no wonder who came!"

"Humph......"

Li Chunfeng snorted coldly, and when he was about to say something, a white piece suddenly collapsed, and then the light and shadow on the chess tank turned, and three figures who were also fighting appeared in the same hand, "This is ......"

"Oh, it's the eldest grandson and old ghost, this old guy picks up the ashes and picks up the head of his nephew, no wonder me!"

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Hoo ......"

Li Chunfeng took a long breath, watched the two white seeds in a row collapse, and looked at the light and shadow that appeared for the third time with a tight face, "They ......"

"You're not so forgetful, are you?"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt squinted his eyes, and said teasingly, "When you worshiped that door, they gave you a treasure of Yi Dao, that treasure, I remember that many years ago, I and a few like-minded friends obtained it in nine deaths!"

"So what?"

Li Chunfeng wrinkled his eyebrows, and said with a calm face, "If you make these things now, you won't be afraid of death?" You should know that the master has shown mercy to his subordinates, if it weren't for this, you wouldn't be alive now." ”

"So what?"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt showed mockery, but there was an extremely depressed madness in his eyes, "I should be grateful to Dade, be grateful, and be a man with my tail between my legs, do you want to set up a shrine for him and pray for blessings every day?"

"You ......"

Li Chunfeng didn't seem to expect that the other party was so angry, and he didn't hesitate to sacrifice his life to make such a big move outside the mountain gate of Tiangong Courtyard in Langzhong.

"Isn't it a surprise?"

The middle-aged Confucian shirt seemed to have expected it, but it was the first time that he shook the chessboard with his sleeves, and Bai Zi suddenly dispersed three, pointing to the changing light and shadow in the chess jar, "Do you really think that the dispute between me and the Lingshi is the dispute between the Holy Dao? Or will you not be able to see through the things of the year since you have studied the arts?"

Li Chunfeng was stunned, his eyes looked at the few figures flickering in the light and shadow, even if there was a figure he was very familiar with, his hands in his sleeves suddenly clenched into fists, but there was nothing he could do.

Because, this is the technique of calculating Zhou Tian, which is transformed by adopting a wisp of qi between heaven and earth, but it actually happens in thousands of miles, or even farther away.

Even if you have the heart, you can't stop it!

"A double saint, the master is very calculating!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt looked mocking, and his expression was cold, "It is said that in our industry, we know astronomy and geography, but we don't know, the more Tianji knows, the faster we die, even the Xuansheng Ancestor has to profess himself in Anshan Lake, and I don't ask about the world for thousands of years, I am afraid of causing a catastrophe."

Lingshi is very courageous, he wants a double saint, counts the eternals, and knows the future, but where is such a good thing in things?

With your cleverness, you should have thought that even if you really want to touch the external heavens, you must sacrifice to the heavens.

Guess who's sacrificial?"

Li Chunfeng's face was calm and silent, only his sleeve was in his hand, which was clenched into a fist.

"You know, you have always known it, but you are thinking of the grace of nurturing and the love of teaching, and you let it go, and ignore it, don't you know that you are really helping to abuse!"

The middle-aged words of the Confucian shirt were like thunder, causing a lot of noise outside the pavilion, and it seemed that suddenly, the sky changed!

"Enough!"

Li Chunfeng suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Even if the family teacher is really selfish, if he can get a glimpse of the opportunity for a day or two and survive the calamity for my human race, what is a small sacrifice?"

"Hahaha!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he even laughed out of tears, "They all say that they don't ask and take themselves as thieves, so what is this? The saint does not die, the thief does not stop, and the ancients do not deceive me!"

"Does it make sense to say that now?"

Li Chunfeng's face was indifferent, and he returned to normal, looking at the middle-aged man in a somewhat hysterical shirt and said, "Even if I tell you what it is, will you agree? You won't, and you will choose like now."

As you say, even if the final choice is me, even if it is clear, what's the point?"

"Hey, you, I really don't know if you're naïve or stupid!"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt was cold, and said with a hideous face, "What Lao Tzu hates the most is your attitude, Lao Tzu hates those who are high up, flaunting their own justice, and holding the righteousness, even if they really do the righteousness, but they ignore it, thinking that they can control everything, but they have never faced the attitude of the creatures in the world."

On this day, even if they are sanctified and can be on par with the heavens, it is not a reason for them to look down on the common people, because their foundation is the common people in the world!"

"Hey!"

Li Chunfeng sighed silently, looked at the precarious figure in the chess jar, and said after three breaths, "Old gambler, it's still too late to stop, even if you can disrupt the heavenly opportunity in Langzhong and obscure the teacher's perception for a while, it will be difficult to leave alive, and it will involve the innocent." ”

"You see, you are so smart, you obviously knew from the beginning that such a big situation can affect the changes of hundreds of millions of miles in Langzhong, and only your famous teacher has to take care of him left and right!"

The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile, and said lightly, "Taishi Gong said that people are inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao, which one do you think I will choose?"

"Taishi Gong's words are the truth of heaven and earth, but there is no second ...... your choice today"

Li Chunfeng shook his head slightly, as if he didn't dare to agree, but his face suddenly showed surprise, and he looked at all the chess pieces broken, and the phantom that appeared on the chess pot again said, "Little junior brother, what did you do? Who is that? Do you know, that is the teacher's only son, if he has a misstep......

"Miss?"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt sneered, unaware of the blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, and said lightly, "We are waiting to spy on the heavens, and we are already doomed to be lonely and helpless for a lifetime, if he wants to change his life against the sky, he has to ask God if he agrees!"

"You ......"

Li Chunfeng was no longer indifferent as before, staring at the green shadow who was chased by a cloud of thunder, but a few talismans in his hand were broken one after another, and he said in a deep voice, "Old gambler, stop quickly, it's still too late to stop now, if the teacher is angry......"

"Hey, it's just an old god, do you really think you can count all the people in the world? Even if you can, can he count himself?"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt staggered up, bleeding from his mouth and nose, his ears almost melted, the whole person dried up twice, and looked at the sky in a hoarse voice, "There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people have good fortune and misfortune, Taoism is quiet and inactive, indifferent to fame and fortune, has that one really done it?"

"You ......"

Li Chunfeng had already lost his sense of proportion, because at such a close distance, his communication talisman was useless.

This is not the power of the middle-aged Confucian shirt to stop it, but a special great power that disturbs the heavenly machine - the Holy Dao is banned!

Zheng!

At this moment, the sky was bright, and there seemed to be a flash of electric light, and from a distance, it was a sword light that pierced the sky and went straight into the Tiangong Courtyard!

Li Chunfeng's face turned pale.

One sword light cold nineteen continents, the first sword immortal in the world - Li Qingge!

PS; I hung the bottle last night, I woke up today, I woke up, I was stunned all day, it was better at night, the season changed, everyone paid attention, it was hot and cold, and it was easy to catch a cold!