The small building where Zong Ming lives is delicate and chic, with sharp corners emerging from the crisp bamboo around the willows, which looks ethereal and bookish. The four-eyed old man, on the other hand, lived in a very simple dwelling, like a peasant house, as he dressed.

There were still more than 100 meters away from the courtyard, and Zong Ming stopped laughing.

At a distance of fifty meters, his speed slowed down, but his pace was extremely accurate, as if he had measured it with a ruler, and the score was exactly the same.

When he entered the courtyard, Zong Ming had completely removed Meng Lang and returned to the standard gentle and elegant son-like appearance, and his demeanor and expression were as classic as a textbook.

"The disciple greets the uncle. ”

It was dusk, the showers had stopped, and the smell in the yard was fresh and faintly fragrant, which was very nourishing.

The old man is making a score on the stone platform, the black and white chess pieces and dragons and snakes are staggered, and there is a hidden spill of slaughter, which is particularly eye-catching under the shroud of the sunset in late spring.

This was his entertainment, and it was also a daily compulsory lesson, and the old man seemed to feel that he had rarely meditated and practiced qi since the time of vacation. Or because the sunset is particularly easy to trigger some of the old man's unique thoughts, he always likes to play a game at dusk and enjoy himself.

"Three times a day, the second young master has a heart. ”

The old man's words were not joyful, and his tone was quite gentle, but compared with the road, there was a faint indifference. Li Feng followed behind Zong Ming, bowed and saluted, and then silently waited on the side.

Because he had only one hand, his demeanor looked somewhat comical, and Li Feng seemed to be completely unconscious, without the slightest expression.

"The helmsman is divided. The old man glanced at Li Feng lightly and said.

"The juniors don't dare. Li Feng said respectfully.

"This is the helmsman's intention, why should Uncle Shi take it to heart. ”

Zong Ming smiled and said, "Uncle Shi's star arithmetic technique has made progress again, which is gratifying. ”

"It's just a trail. One can't continue the avenue, and the other can't help me kill the enemy, so how happy. ”

After saying this, the old man stopped speaking, and his eyes quietly cast on the chessboard, looking detached from the outside of things. According to the usual habit, Zong Ming would take his leave at this time and let him immerse himself in his shijie.

Today is different.

Zong Ming first cleaned up the tea set on the table, poured the old tea, and rebrewed a pot of new leaves. When it had cooled down a bit, he poured a cup for the old man with his own hands, and then stood aside and quietly watched the old man fall on the plate.

When he did these things, the old man neither stopped nor praised, and did not even raise his eyelids, as if he did not realize it.

The hot tea became cold and cold, and was replaced by Zongming, and it became cold and cold again, and was replaced by Zongming.

It wasn't until he was about to make the third pot that the old man suddenly said: "Second young master, you don't need it, the old man made three shots in exchange for three pots of heart tea, it's enough!"

Zong Ming's body paused slightly, and he said softly: "The disciple only soaked two pots. ”

Li Feng looked slightly different on the side, it was obviously three pots, why did the second young master say two pots?

The old man seemed to be thinking about this question, and after a while, he laughed at himself and said, "What the second young master said is that the third time was not invited by the young master, and it can't be counted. ”

Zong Ming smiled, his expression was slightly ashamed, and he was even more complacent, and said, "There is Uncle Lao." ”

The old man stopped talking, and Zong Ming continued what he was doing, brewing and brewing the tea again, and putting it on the chessboard. The old man didn't push back this time, took the teacup and drank it all, and said, "What's the matter?"

Zong Ming said: "The disciple wants to ask Uncle Shi to open a hexagram. ”

"Why?"

"It's a serendipity. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "It's too rough to calculate." ”

Zong Ming smiled and said, "For a strange beast." ”

With that, he took out the armor he had taken off from Tian Qi and said, "This thing has its breath on it." ”

The armor is good armor, but unfortunately the aura is dim at this time, and it is already broken. It has a hole in its vest, visible scorch marks around it, and a peculiar smell. ...,

The old man's gaze swept over the armor, frowned slightly, and said, "This is a demonic beast." ”

Zong Ming said: "It's a strange beast. ”

Li Feng's expression changed slightly. It was the first time he had heard the young master refute the old man, and it was unusual for him to speak in such a resolute tone.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly, then closed his eyes and felt it quietly, and said, "It's the old man's negligence." What the young master is willing to exchange for a chance with zuihou is really not ordinary. ”

Zong Ming bowed and said: "Uncle Shi praises falsely, if a disciple encounters a life and death crisis, he still needs to be taken care of by his uncle." ”

"The old man will not forget what he promised the elders. ”

The old man spoke, his left hand towards the armor, and a wisp of black gas flew from the scorched mark, hovering around his fingertips, like a small spiral. He said a little more to Zongming, and also collected a wisp of breath, which slowly merged with the black qi.

Then, the old man waved his big sleeves lightly, and the chessboard suddenly appeared empty. With his right hand, he grabbed a random handful of chess pieces and poured them onto the board, while his left hand moved lightly to knock the breath into the chaos.

"Star Wheel, Turn!"

With a ding-dong sound, the pieces gradually settled down. Zong Ming hurriedly looked at it, only to see a black spot scattered around the chessboard, faintly enclosing a circle with a missing mouth, and there was a lone white child in the gap, like a general who was a man, although ten thousand troops could not break through.

In the center, there is a black and a white, completely overlapping.

"Uncle Shi......"

Zong Ming's face was blank, and he could only look at the old man, but let out an exclamation.

The old man's face had turned pale in a moment, without the slightest blood. His eyes were even more gloomy and full of shock.

"Uncle Shi, this hexagram is like ......," Zong Ming spoke again.

The old man was silent, looked at the chessboard in a daze, and said for a long time: "The young master has a fate with him, there is no doubt about it. ”

Zong Ming's heart fluttered slightly, and he suppressed his surprise and said, "Why does Uncle Shi spend so much energy?"

The old man's face had calmed down, and he smiled bitterly when he heard the words: "Why should the young master tease the old man, this is the beginning of the young master's luck, and the old man's life is lacking, and it is no longer enough to open a hexagram for the young master." ”

Zong Ming's eyes flashed with irrepressible surprise, and he hurriedly lowered his head to hide it, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Labor like this, the disciple is very uneasy. Ignorance...... Is there a place where a disciple can help?"

"That's it, that's it. ”

The old man waved his hand and said, "If you believe in this thing, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it." In any case, the matter is a foregone conclusion, so don't mention it again. ”

Speaking of this, the old man's expression was a little blank, and he said, "Young master, let's go, the old man needs to breathe and recover some energy." ”

Zong Ming agreed repeatedly, bowed to the old man again, and then left with a strong wind, full of joy and relief, and returned to his small building.

The courtyard fell silent again, but the old man did not breathe and cultivate as he said, but stared at the chessboard, and his face gradually became hideous.

If Zong Ming saw the old man at this time, he would definitely be surprised. This kind of expression is almost impossible to appear on the face of an old man. At this time, where is he still the immortal elder of the fairy wind bone, he is simply an evil ghost.

"weishenme?weishenme?weishenme?weishenme?weishenme's old man's fate is exactly the same as his?"

"It's just a second-level demon beast, weishenme can have such a strong backlash! what the hell is it?"

"Before leaving, the old man predicted that the opportunity of this trip and the calamity coexisted, if it could turn evil into good fortune, it could evolve into a strange fate from the sky. However...... Young Master, he turned out to be the same, how could this be!"

"There can't be two copies of the odd fate, so it can only be ...... Robbery!"

The old man's face was uncontrollably filled with fear, and his body trembled.

"The robbery is so heavy, and there is no one in the encirclement, and the only way to survive is ...... On the way home?"...,

"No, that's not the way to live, there is a killing star in the position, how can it be a way to live!"

"Isn't this a dead end!"

Sweat oozed from his face, body, and even hands, and the old man frowned and thought hard.

"Robbery...... Good luck...... They are complementary to each other, how can we turn calamity into chance?"

Thinking of this, the old man's face gradually became gloomy, and he muttered, "Perhaps...... Maybe it can't be resolved, but it needs to be ...... Doom!"

He raised his head, looked through the obstacles, and said, "If there is anyone who should be killed, then everything will be freed." ”

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In the small building, Zong Ming smiled and said to Li Feng, "Do you understand?"

Li Feng was silent, and only after half a sound did he say: "The subordinates feel that the young master is asking the seniors to express their position. ”

Zong Ming's expression was slightly different, and then he got up and said, "It seems that Lord Li Helm was clumsy before!

Li Feng was awe-inspiring in his heart, and hurriedly said: "The young master has thought too much, and his subordinates will never dare." ”

"Don't worry! I like smart people, and I need smart people. ”

Zong Ming was in a good mood and said, "You're right, I'm just trying to make Uncle Shi express his position." With this hexagram, he can't make up his mind anymore. ”

With a cold look in his eyes, Zong Ming said coldly: "I think I can't understand it, where is the luck I have revealed, it is obvious that the strange beast is too extraordinary, so it will make it back." ”

His face suddenly became excited again, his voice trembled a little, and he said: "Such a strange beast, now it is only a second-level strength, which is just suitable for catching and recognizing the master." It is not wrong to say that it is the luck of Ben Shao. ”

"It's mine, it must be mine, no one can rob me!" Zong Ming had forgotten that there were still people around him, and his mouth kept reading, like madness.

Li Feng watched from the side, and the chill in his heart was even stronger, so he had to learn what Zong Ming did in front of the old man, and lowered his head deeply.

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