The two daughters of Liufu are simply two completely different women, one is as quiet as a virgin, the other is as moving as a rabbit, the elder sister is generous, the younger sister is eccentric, Qingluo likes to pluck the strings, but Feifei prefers to catch butterflies and catch birds.

In the garden of Liufu, a layer of yellow leaves has been laid on the ground, the autumn wind blows up, and the flowers in the flower garden are also blown away.

The sound of the piano floated over slowly, a very melancholy and subtle tune, Mai Lang raised his head from the chess table and muttered:

"Guangling San!"

Qingluo's fingers stopped, and her eyes still fell on the ruined willows and remnants at the turn of summer and autumn, and she said: "It's "Guangling San", it was really heard, I can't imagine it - I can't imagine that you also remember this song."

Mai Lang smiled: "Girl, the "Guangling San" I have heard is far less sad and miserable than you! I thought I had heard it wrong."

Qingluo: "The music is dead, the person is alive, and it is common for the pianist to put his thoughts on the light strings!"

Liu Yuanwai, who was on the opposite side of the chess game, coughed a few times and urged: "Little scholar, go quickly, I'll see what happens to you next!"

Mai Lang pointed his finger at the chess table, which should be in tune with the melody of "Guangling San", and then leisurely picked up a chess piece and said: "Liu Yuanwai, if you go down this step, you will have to eat!"

"Wait!" Liu Yuanwai pressed Mai Lang's hand, and kept saying, "You wait, I'll take a look! I'll take a look!" He stared at him, trying to see through this game of chess, but he always felt that something was missing, every step Mai Lang took, his brain buzzed, there was always something he didn't expect, so in the morning, he hadn't won yet!

The more he can't win, the more he wants to win, this game still has some advantages, but there is no guarantee that he will win, he scolded in his heart: This stupid scholar, you let me go, you are young, what are you afraid of losing a few games, but I am a Liu Yuanwai, let me win a few games, give me a step down!

He knocked on the side and told Mai Lang what he meant in this regard, he said: "Your kid's chess skills are very powerful!", he said: "I, Liu Xiaosheng, am also seventy or eighty years old this year!", he said: "Boy, it's okay to play this step!"

In fact, he only said half a sentence of every sentence, and the rest had to be understood by Mai Lang, and he couldn't just say: "I, Liu Xiaosheng, am also seventy or eighty years old this year, can't you let me do it?" He can't just say: "Boy, it's okay to play this step! If you go down, Lao Tzu will lose, give face, let's count it as a draw!"

Mai Lang couldn't understand his extraneous voice, he just played chess normally, while thinking: "How can this Liu Xiaosheng be an outsider?

Ying Long watched from the sidelines, he knew in his heart that Liu Yuanwai would never be able to win Mai Lang, if he could win Mai Lang, he would be the Showa Chess Saint and the Lord of Ling Qi City, but the only thing he couldn't understand was that Liu Yuanwai would definitely lose, what made him insist on playing all morning?

Ying Long looked away, his eyes stopped on Qingluo's veil for a while, and then on Feifei's kite for a while, and finally landed on Liu Fangbai's body, hey? What is Liu Fangbai doing? Is he practicing? What kind of strange exercises is he practicing, how can there be so many demonic qi around?

Liu Fangbai practiced the "Ten Demon Fire Refining" taught by the dry old man in the mountain, this "Ten Demon Fire Refining" has ten realms, and each time one is practiced, there is one more golden crow, and when the ten golden crows are refined, the power will be like a meteorite falling to the ground and Mount Tai pressing the top.

When Liu Fangbai first practiced, it can be said that he was making great progress, and in a few days, the first golden crow appeared, and then it took several months for the second golden crow to appear, and then he practiced hard from 9 to 5 every day, until now, what about the third golden crow?

There were two golden crows flying beside him at this time, sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, their hands either in the shape of supporting the sky, or in the shape of a flat push, the moves were strange and abnormal, and the demonic energy emitted from his body was condensed and consolidated behind his back, and there was a little shadow of the third golden crow, but the more he reached this juncture, the more he needed to pay several times the previous effort, Liu Fangbai was obviously a little out of strength, panting in his mouth, and sweating on his forehead.

Ying Long originally wanted to help him, but he really had more than enough strength to do it, the dragon qi on his body had nothing to do with the demonic qi, if it was forcibly injected into Fang Bai's body, it would make him lose his previous efforts, he kept watching, and cheered for Liu Fangbai in his heart.

But the third black gold crow was not derived after all, the condensed and tamped demonic qi was restless, but exploded, and in the surging demonic qi, a strong force flew Liu Fang Bai Zhen out, Ying Longyan quickly supported his body, and his entire back was blurred with flesh and blood, all scorched marks.

He took a breath and said with a wry smile: "I'm not the material for practicing martial arts after all?"

After saying that, he fainted.

This explosion alarmed everyone, Liu Xiaosheng kicked over the golden chessboard, ran to his son in a panic, pushed Ying Long away, held his son in his arms, and asked: "Son, what's wrong with you? Son, wake up quickly, you can't scare your father!"

Liu Fangbai was unconscious, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Ten Demon Fire Refining, Ten Demon Fire Refining."

Liu Xiaosheng shouted, "What? What are you talking about?" He raised his head and shouted, "Hurry! Go to Langzhong!"

When a group of people were in a hurry, Ying Long had been paying attention to that group of demonic energy, and had been in the demon world for a long time, but it was rare to see such a pure demonic qi, as if it was only Brother Rahu! Not only did they not spread and disappear, but they slowly retracted, regrouped, and became a black shadow like a puppy, with a tiger tail on the dog's body, two fangs, and a pair of scarlet eyes looking around alertly.

The puppy crouched down and quietly approached the group, its eyes staring directly at Liu Yuanwai, one tail swinging from side to side anxiously, and then pounced.

Liu Yuanwai's palms pressed Liu Fangbai's chest, and the thin breath protected his heart for him, and before he noticed the changes around him, suddenly a cold air hit his face, and a black dog pounced, his fangs erupted, and his momentum was terrifying, but if he tore off his palm and fought back, how could his son's life be saved?

Liu Yuanwai didn't think much about it, slowly closed his eyes, he was determined to save his son's life, he was more than half a year old, his daughter was also found, and he had lived enough, and now he was dead in vain, but someone did not fulfill his wish, the sawtooth sword was cut on the back of the dog, Ying Long kicked the black dog out of the distance, and the black dog turned over, landed on all fours, and shouted in his mouth.

Ying Long rushed forward, and stabbed the black dog to death with a few swords, and the black dog pulled his throat and shouted an ambiguous voice hoarsely: "梼-杌."