Feng Jiu listened quietly, but he didn't expect that the people of this Night Temple had been staring at them, two forces? Could it be Xuanyuan Moze and Feng Wei and others?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the voice of the black-robed man again.

"This ghost doctor named Feng Jiu really has some skills, and he can still avoid our eyeliner when he gets here, since he wants to play, then have a good time with her." He turned the blood jade ring on Da Mu's finger, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Several people behind him glanced at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Master, my subordinates have a portrait of the ghost doctor, do you want to see it?" "Since trading with that person to deal with the Phoenix Dynasty, the master has only arranged the following things, but he has not even seen the portraits of those people, it is estimated that even if he meets the ghost doctor Feng Jiu, he will not recognize her.

"It's just a woman, what's there to see?" The black-robed man said uninterestedly, waving his hand to the people behind him: "You go out and arrange people." ”

"Yes." The three behind him all withdrew, leaving only the old man and Feng Jiu standing there.

After seeing the others withdraw, the old man stepped forward and set up a chessboard on the table, sat in front of the black-robed man and played chess pieces with him, the two chatted a few words from time to time, and the old man's title to the black-robed man was Gongzi rather than master, which showed that it was not an ordinary master-servant relationship.

After the two played a game of chess, the black-robed man called: "Nine, you come over to accompany the deity in the next game." ”

Hearing this, the old man stood up and stepped aside to sit quietly.

Feng Jiu was slightly stunned, and then said: "Master, my subordinates don't know how to play chess." ”

Even if you can play, you can't play with him, the chess style is like a person, you want to find out a person in the shortest possible time, and the advance and retreat in a game of chess can best see what kind of person that person is.

"It's okay, the deity doesn't expect you to win." He glanced at Feng Jiu on the side: "Sit down." "The tone is tough and there is no room for refusal.

"Yes." Feng Jiu answered, came to the front and sat down cross-legged, staring at the black and white chess pieces in front of him in a daze.

"Snort."

Seeing Feng Jiu staring at the chess pieces in a daze, the black-robed man couldn't help but sneer, and without saying anything, he directly picked up the black chess pieces and put them down first.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu picked up the white chess pieces on the side and put them down.

Seeing the two similar chess pieces, the black-robed man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the young man in front of him, and then picked up a black chess piece and put it down.

As if he wanted to say something, he still didn't speak, but he just picked up another chess piece and put it down, and then he withdrew his hand, and saw that the young man didn't want to think about it, so he fell again, and he still followed his sunspot.

Seeing this opening, he finally couldn't help but darken his face: "What are you doing when you take your chess and follow the deity?" ”

Feng Jiu looked up blankly at a black-robed man with a faint anger in his eyes, and asked ignorantly, "Can't you go like this?" The master didn't say it! ”

"Don't follow the deity, get off your own." He suppressed his anger and said, picking up another chess piece and dropping it.

"Yes." Feng Jiu answered, lowered his eyes, picked up a white chess piece and put it in the corner of the chessboard.

The old man who saw this scene was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.