Soon, Lin Yu was really holding a chess piece in each hand, with a youthful smile on his face, he walked up to Fang Qingxue and said, "It turns out that Fang Shiyu is still your apprentice, not bad......"

"I taught him when I was a child!" Fang Qingxue smiled.

"He said that there was a chessboard outside the land temple at the entrance of the village, which he had carved out of boredom a few months ago, and he walked ......"

Lin Yu and Fang Qingxue walked side by side, and the countryside after the rain was still full of a fresh breath, which was intoxicating.

The two played chess on the stone table in front of the land temple at the entrance of the village, and the little peach under the archway at the entrance of the village, biting a piece of grass in his mouth, muttered: "Cherish the current time, after a while, the young lady will be in retreat and practice......"

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, an afternoon had passed, it was getting late, it was already dusk, and Lin Yu and Fang Qingxue were also very happy.

"It's a lot of fun to play chess with you, and at least you can learn a lot. Fang Qingxue said in a low voice.

Lin Yu chuckled, "What did you learn?"

"Cheap!"

"I ......"

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, his style of playing chess is not well understood, cheap is just one of them, almost every different opening, he will adopt a different style.

Whether it is aggressive, or roundabout, or going straight to Huanglong, he has a plan in his heart, and there is no room for mistakes in every step.

Of course, in the game with Fang Qingxue, he had a handicap in almost every game, and instructed Fang Qingxue intentionally or unintentionally.

And Fang Qingxue also sincerely admired Lin Yu's chess skills.

"I suspect that you didn't open your mind before, you must have been addicted to this chess way, I really want to see which one is stronger or weaker between you and the Wuling County Guard......" Fang Qingxue looked at the chess game and sighed lightly.

Undoubtedly, she lost again.

"If you have a chance, you can observe it when the time comes, and make me tea by the way. "Lin Yu is quite thick-skinned.

"He's not an old man who is qualified to play against him, maybe one day you are talented, or your chess skills impress him, maybe the opportunity will come. ”

Fang Qingxue glanced at Lin Yu.

"Are you still coming?"

Fang Qingxue raised her head and looked at Lin Yu, she had already noticed that Lin Yu seemed to be absent-minded, as if she was waiting for something.

"Not coming. ”

Lin Yu stood up and looked at the boulder in the middle of the 3,000 acres of rice fields outside the village, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his temperament changed slightly at this moment.

Fang Qingxue's expression was slightly moved, this Lin Yu in front of him, unlike him who played chess before, was not like a person at all.

With such a serious appearance, even she was a little stupid.

"Qingxue, thank you for staying with me for half a day, I am a son-in-law, and I shouldn't say anything like having big ambitions, but today you said that this spiritual rice is the hard work of my father-in-law for twenty years, so I want to try to see if I can save it, if I succeed, I will feel a lot more comfortable, and if I fail, it proves that I don't deserve to have ambitions." ”

Lin Yu turned his back to Fang Qingxue, with a strong attachment in his eyes, he crossed over to this Sacred Literature Continent, and his head was full of the brilliant culture of the earth.

If he fails, don't mention any Wendao monk in the future.

If he succeeds, then he will do whatever it takes to firmly follow the path of Wendao, and even work hard to step into the threshold of the Heavenly Dao.

He had actually guessed that Fang Qingxue might not be sick at all, but more like a very talented woman.

But he didn't want to ask, to pierce the paper.

He just wants to work hard to prove himself, open his literary skills at the age of sixteen, and be able to have a broad world and keep up with her pace.

"What do you want to do?" Fang Qingxue looked at Lin Yu in amazement.

"Go to the prayer platform. ”

Lin Yu turned his head sideways to look at Fang Qingxue with a faint smile on his face, and then turned around and looked at the towering boulder from afar.

Then I stepped on the field path and walked to the prayer platform.

In Lin Yu's opinion, the poem he chose was not really gorgeous, but it was the most suitable, and if you want to maximize the effect, the prayer platform is the best choice.

"You see, the old man went to the prayer platform......

At this moment, a villager saw Lin Yu on the field road and exclaimed.

Suddenly, Fang Shiyu and the villagers of Yongle Township, who had originally gathered together to discuss planting things for the coming year, all looked at the prayer platform in unison.

"Where did he go and what was he doing?" Fang Shiyu frowned.

Zhao Dongru and Fang Xiaonian also saw this scene, and their expressions were slightly moved.

"It's useless to pray for rain...... This kid ......" Zhao Dongru shook his head.

He can understand Lin Yu's thoughts, his father-in-law's hard work is so in vain, and he can't stand by as any responsible son-in-law.

But this is a spiritual rice containing talent, and its birth is against the sky, and it is impossible to succeed.

Otherwise, hasn't there been any sage experimentation since ancient times?

Although there are also many heavenly and earthly treasures that contain talents, these existences are all spiritual things produced by chance, and they are extremely rare.

And artificial cultivation is no less than a fantasy.

"Idiot like something, the sixth master goes against the sky, and sooner or later he will be punished, do you think this is a problem you can solve?"

Fang Shiming looked at this scene coldly.

After he knew that these rice fields were planted with spiritual rice, he was terrified, if the sixth master of the Fang family succeeded in planting spiritual rice......

Wouldn't this Fang family have the final say in the future?

At this moment, the villagers of Yongle Township and everyone in the Fang family looked at Lin Yu in unison, while Fang Qingxue pinched her long skirt and trotted over.

"You idiot!"

Fang Qingxue's eyes were slightly red, her heart had never been so chaotic as it was now, why should this guy be reckless.

Why do you want to do it when it's impossible.

"Lin Yu, you come down for me!"

Fang Qingxue didn't climb the rain platform because Lin Yu stretched out his hand to stop her.

Fang Qingxue vaguely felt that something was not quite right, Lin Yu stopped her from going up to the rain platform, it was obvious that he was afraid that he would have to carry out a poetry and blood sacrifice next.

Poetry blood sacrifice is an ancient means of praying for rain, when the poetry of praying for rain is not enough for the god stone to be angry, the rain praying person will recite the poem, change it to blood as ink, and write the whole poem on the god stone.

And the effect of the blood sacrifice is also very obvious.

But the blood sacrifice will also leave different sequelae because of this.

"It was said in the book that blood sacrifices can increase the effect of poetry, and this is the only way to do it now......

After Lin Yu learned that spiritual rice was planted in the rice fields, he knew that ordinary recitation of poems was obviously no longer enough to affect these rice fields.

Only the blood sacrifice method recorded in the book, and then using that poem, may be able to work.

When the villagers of Yongle saw this scene, their expressions were slightly confused, and Lin Yu stopped Fang Qingxue from climbing the rain platform, what is this for?

"Bastard, can this kind of thing mess around?"

Zhao Dongru woke up suddenly, his whole body trembled, and he rushed out of the crowd, breaking into a cold sweat.

(End of chapter)