"Smack!"

A white piece fell on the chessboard, and the girl holding the chess piece looked at the black and white staggered on the chessboard.

Two dragons of life and death are intertwined with each other, as if they are experiencing a final battle.

"Smack!"

Another sunspot followed, and a middle-aged man sitting across from her sat upright and drank the green tea in a clay cup that was set aside. A few fresh green leaves float in the cup, full of life.

The man blew on the hot air from the cup, filling the bamboo hut with the scent of tea.

"With tea."

The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said to the chess player opposite him with a smile on his teeth.

Although he looks middle-aged, his temples are already gray.

The girl sitting across from him remained motionless as if she hadn't heard, and she frowned as she watched the frightening chess game. If you are not careful, you will lose all the games.

The first half of the game was played by someone else and the person in front of him. With this game of chess, the person who played the chess created a great situation for himself. The White Lotus Sect that flourished on the rivers and lakes.

Now, it's just her to take over.

"Sir."

A soft cry sounded outside the door of the hut, accompanied by a gust of wind.

"Whoa! Whoa! ”

For a while, the bamboo forest outside the house also swayed with the wind.

A man lifted the curtain and ran in at the most embarrassing time of this chess game, a boy with a total horn.

The boy looked to be about seven or eight years old. His eyes were full of vicissitudes and anxiety.

But none of this mattered, the most important thing was that he was holding an oil lamp in his hand that looked like it was no different from a normal person.

The lamp looked quite beautiful, and a few ghost paintings with unclear meanings were engraved around the oil bowl of the lamp, which had a special meaning.

Soul Lamp.

The girl who was playing chess with the middle-aged man recognized the thing that had long been extinguished at a glance, and the owner of the soul in the soul lamp probably had already turned into a pool of stagnant water like the lamp oil in the lamp.

As soon as things come into view, they are messed up.

The girl looked at the middle-aged man, and a white piece of paper appeared in the air, with a silver hook painted in traditional block iron.

"Peace?"

She asked, after all, playing chess with the guy in front of her was too tiring to be tired. Since he was distracted, it was impossible for him to win against himself again.

"It doesn't matter. In this game, count me as losing. ”

The middle-aged man replied that he had his own pride.

He took the oil lamp and gently touched his fingers to the name of the man under the lamp holder. When he carved it for that guy, everything was vivid, and it was as if it were yesterday.

"Ye Tianlong."

Drinking the tea in his cup like tea instead of wine, the middle-aged man looked at the person in front of him, and his eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.

Since he himself realized the method of breaking the situation, he has always been above the top, and he thinks that he is the best in the world. Who knew that there were people outside the world, and they lost half of the competition with the brother of the woman in front of them.

From martial arts to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

According to the bet, in a few years, he will play another game with the person's designated replacement, and if he still loses, he will have to do one thing for that person.

According to the agreement at that time: whether it is successful or not, but do your best.

Now that I think about it, that man may have already dug this pit back then, just waiting for himself to jump down with his eyes closed. After all, the idea is not clear, but it is a big taboo after the situation is broken.

"Well, I'll go with the white girl." ――

Divide-Cut-Line -

In the Wangjiang Tower outside Chang'an City, Zhao Qian sat upstairs in a green shirt and leaned on the railing, overlooking the surging river under the restaurant.

Jing River.

Since ancient times, the distinction between Jing and Wei is clearly from here, different from the turbidity of Wei Shui, although the Jing River is out of Wei Shui, but it is exceptionally clear.

The storyteller in the restaurant also told a legend about the river, Wei Zhengmeng slaying the dragon king.

He didn't care about listening, but he was still thinking about what he had gained in the past month.

The white horse downstairs couldn't stop snorting as if complaining because he couldn't get used to the good horse essence prepared for him by the guy in the restaurant.

The Milestone Demon Ride he didn't finish, because the white horse's wisdom value was not enough, only a pitiful 4 points.

The black key didn't make a good deal.

Gold and silver valuables, a dark blue swordsmanship mastery lv3 scroll, a broken diagram of the Seven Evil Formations that can only be used 3 times, and a book that he considers to be the most valuable.

"Detailed Explanation of Qi Cultivation Experience".

The ticket reminds that if you use it directly, you can increase the special skill lv1 to lv4, and there is a certain chance to comprehend the qi mastery or mastery. But Zhao Qian chose to study on his own.

According to the statement in that book, the special power skill lv1 that he inexplicably comprehended can only be regarded as a void.

Although the punch can be resounding, it also causes the most physical damage to the caster.

According to the above, the more regular the sound of the bone blast, the stronger the person's punch.

The sound comes from the vibration, and so does the bone explosion.

Therefore, according to Zhao Qian's understanding, the so-called strength should be more about the use of the force generated by the vibration between the bones. The more regular the bone blast, the more concentrated the force.

As for the introduction of qi later, no matter how he looks at it, he feels mysterious.

So it's better to just not think about everything, anyway, he is now about 300/500 after a month of experience.

Picking up his chopsticks and planning to eat, he watched the pedestrians coming and going downstairs into Chang'an City.

Zhao Qian didn't plan to cause trouble, he came here for something.

A rumor he heard in the White Lotus Temple on the edge of Weishui, about the Jinghe Water Mansion. That's why he was going to take a look.

But there are some things that can not be avoided by saying that they can be avoided. Especially troublesome.

He grabbed the fish in the bowl in front of him with chopsticks, and the white horse downstairs neighed.

"You brute!"