Chapter 197 Senior, I don't understand your words

Night.

Boulder City, in the city lord's mansion. The lights are bright and the voices are buzzing. An incomparably grand banquet is being held.

But it is only dozens of steps away, separated by a few walls, and the bustle over there seems to be a few worlds apart, and it can't disturb this side at all.

In the past few days, most of the people from Boulder City have been of noble status, and many of them still directly represent the supreme force behind them. If it were only Sharjah, he would have been dragged over to drink with him, and he would have stopped drinking like a frog at the bottom of the table, despite the legend that he was already a great magician.

But when he stayed with his teacher, no one really dared to visit him.

Without it, the level is not enough.

Therefore, on this starless and moonless night, in the courtyard, the master and apprentice sat opposite each other, which was rare and leisurely.

An unknown ancient tree has a rugged trunk that supports a large canopy. Under the canopy, there is a colorful stone table, which at a glance can tell that it has been quite a few years.

After returning from Redstone, Sharjah began a meditation retreat at the teacher's suggestion, and when he came out, he unexpectedly received a nod of approval from the teacher.

For the old man, in the past, he could get a glimpse of his state of mind and level from his disciple's every move, but now, it is not so troublesome, as long as he looks at the past, he knows everything.

In such a situation, the master-apprentice game is no longer an examination or something, but purely a game.

Although the old man has said that he has seen the holy realm, but Go has always been known as the big world on the chessboard, and Sharjah has not only obtained its fundamental guidance, but also has been ravaged in the game with someone, and has been ravaged for a long time, so he naturally gave birth to a little antibody, so now the master and apprentice are playing against each other, Sharjah is not completely powerless, sometimes one or two unreasonable hands are used, and even the old man can ponder for a long time.

However, after all, the skills are invincible to the general trend, and it is difficult to save the sky in the end.

In another game, Sharjah was beheaded by his master.

"Teacher, if you play a game with a friend, he will definitely not be able to run, and he will definitely be killed by you," Sharjah remembered what the broken boy once said, "Victory depends on skill, and great victory depends on strength", and then remembered the triumphant underbeat appearance of the man after winning chess, and felt a little itchy in his fist, "In that case, you can win his "Thirteen Chapters of the Book of Chess"?"

"The Thirteen Chapters of the Book of Chess?" the old man sighed, and his expression became solemn.

Even though he had already peeked into the Holy Domain, the old man still didn't dare to have the slightest peek at the things that the friend took out from time to time.

Even only after getting a glimpse of the holy area, the old man realized more, such as "Journey to the West", such as "Gourd Baby", such as the few sentences of what is lonely and seeking defeat, how shocking the connotation is. Not to mention the four sentences that laid the foundation for the man of God, in the old man's feelings, those four sentences were no longer shocking, but shocking and terrifying.

"Yes, when I won him on the chessboard, you copied me the "Thirteen Chapters of the Book of Chess". Sharjah shook his head a little depressedly.

"Why, you still can't win?" the old man was slightly surprised.

It is indeed a little surprising, in the old man's opinion, the overall situation of Sharjah has been grasped very well, and the landing is very stable, and in terms of local skills, it is necessary to let him, the teacher, think for a long time. On the whole, Sharjah's chess strength should be said to be "good".

"If I go over again, I will definitely be able to kill him!" Sharjah said categorically, with a deep resentment hidden in his calm tone, which was a natural reaction after being ruthlessly ravaged n many times, "But before he comes, he still can't win him!"

"Go on," the old man smiled slightly, and then, with an immediate raised eyebrow, he put down the chess pieces he had been knocking on the stone table.

"What's the matter, teacher?" Sharjah's demeanor was also solemn, and his whole body did not move, but in this very short moment, it had adjusted to the point that it could be ejected like an arrow on the string, ready to pop out at any time with lightning speed.

The old man didn't answer, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then closed his eyes slightly.

No answer is an answer.

In the next moment, the elements spread out like sparks and rain in the sky, with the courtyard as the center, spreading outward in layers.

I don't know why, but Sharjah knew that the teacher had shot again.

The winds of the elements blow across the earth.

The hustle and bustle of the City Lord's Mansion became like being around. Then, dozens of consciousnesses over there, along with Sharjah's own consciousness, followed this tide and expanded outward, a hundred meters...... 1,000 ...... 10,000 meters ......,

Halfway through, several exceptionally powerful consciousnesses were added to the tide.

"What the hell is going on?" Sharjah's consciousness was in deep thought, and in his contemplation, he became more apparent, and several of his consciousnesses trembled as the tide swept over.

In the end, under the rolling tide, it stayed in a city more than a thousand miles away.

Outside the city, there is a thousand-mile causeway. Outside the causeway, there are thousands of miles of mighty waves.

The tide of the elements, swept from a fast to a sudden halt, is not unnatural. However, all the consciousness in the tides, including Sharjah, became solemn, and at this moment, it seemed that the whole heaven and earth were frozen.

"I am not very happy about your behavior. In the tide, a voice slowly passed out, and the center of the sound transmission was also a compound.

A qiē in the compound, the cave is in all consciousness in the tide.

Obviously, the owner of the courtyard was extremely surprised. The old man in the long robe was walking in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and his body shook suddenly after hearing the sound, and then he calmly bowed slightly in the direction where the voice came from, well, it was really slightly, and then said: "Senior, I don't understand your words very well." ”

"Oh, don't you understand?"

The voices in the tide are neither happy nor angry.

Under the gaze of dozens of powerful consciousnesses, in the courtyard, the elemental brilliance flickered suddenly, and an ice spear slowly condensed, and then, this spear moved towards the robed old man inch by inch, little by little.

Sharjah's consciousness suddenly crumbled, and he trembled slightly with nervousness or excitement.

The consciousness that is detached from the body trembles, and in the sensation, it is completely reversed, not the consciousness trembles, but the whole heaven and earth tremble.

In the trembling world, the old man in the courtyard seemed to be stunned, but in fact it was not, his eyes widened, first proud, then eager, then quickly transformed into shock, then disbelief, and then, as if his heart and gall were split.

In a short period of time, his expression changed again and again, three, four, five or six times.

But no matter how his expression changed, the icy spear continued to advance slowly, and then, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly pierced into his shoulder and neck, and then slowly, peeked out from behind it.

On the spear, blood seeped through.

"Do you understand now?"

The sound of the tide is still joyless and angry.