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A continuous mountain range undulates and hides and peels.

The clouds and mist are like a sea, engulfing the mountains in it.

Two majestic rivers stretch through the mountains, winding their way to the east.

And at the confluence of two wide and rushing rivers, there is a lone peak standing majestically.

This peak is called the Cloud Peak, which is famous for the four characters of danger, pride, seclusion and steepness, and is rated as one of the three strange peaks in the world by the leisurely people who like to rank.

Compared with other mountains in all directions that cannot even be touched by the mountainside, this lonely cloud peak is even more abrupt and arrogant, like a high emperor, accepting their worship and congratulations.

In front of this peak that reaches into the sky, the sun shines and you can vaguely see the stone steps all over, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the steep stairs are sloping, ordinary people do not want to climb, I am afraid that standing on the mountainside to take a look, can scare away the souls.

This ghostly scenery is not like it can be chiseled out by manpower alone, but more like the magic power of the immortals can be used here to create this ingenious image.

At the top of the mountain, there is a single courtyard!

Although the yard seems ordinary, but every brick and tile are transported from the mountain, first to cross the river, and then to climb the peak, how much manpower, material resources, and financial resources can be used to create this seemingly simple and quiet small courtyard? !

At the entrance of the courtyard hangs a door plaque made of good sandalwood, which is engraved with four big red characters "Purple Qi from the East".

The courtyard is not big, a vigorous ancient pine tree with its branches, quite beautiful and lush, under the shade of the leafy branches, two figures are sitting on the stone bench playing chess.

The person on the left is a middle-aged man, with broad shoulders and long hands, dressed in a blue cloth robe, with black hair floating in the air without tying or bunching, his face is like a crown of jade and his eyes are like a star, the bridge of his nose is high, and his black sword eyebrows are lying horizontally. With a gust of mountain wind blowing, the clothes are hunting, showing the chic and dusty meaning.

Sitting opposite him was an old man, with a kind face, wearing a scarlet robe, a black and yellow jade belt coiled around his waist, and his crane hair was matched with a childish face, which made him even more energetic and calm, like a 10,000-pound clock.

The middle-aged man's jade-like delicate hand reached into the chess jar and picked up a chess piece that was as black as ink. The white hands are as delicate as mutton fat, and the pitch-black chess pieces are as deep as the night sky. The black and white color crossed the air in a graceful arc and landed on the star-studded chessboard.

There are nineteen horizontal and vertical in the chessboard, the momentum is as vast as the sky, and the black and white chess pieces are interspersed among them, like stars hanging in the sky. The moment the chess pieces settled, it seemed that the sky suddenly changed, blowing a storm all over the sky, and as he gently put it down, it was like a stone thrown into the water, just a simple splash and ripple.

Lao Suo looked at it, his white eyebrows wrinkled together, forming a Sichuan character on his smooth forehead, and his ruler-long white beard flew rapidly with the strong wind on the mountain.

He shifted his body, his palms were like a dragon, and his index and middle fingers lifted a white piece and slammed it down towards the chessboard. The white man was slaughtering, blending the black and white chessboard into a touch of blood. It was like a sword on a horse, and he took the rest of the white sons to kill the ink.

"Town!"

The old man in Chinese clothes drank lightly, resounding at the peak.

"Good chess!"

The middle-aged man said lightly with his lips, as warm as the early spring breeze.

Although he won on the chessboard, the old man in Huafu shook his head, pointed to the chessboard and said in a deep voice: "You are not as good as me in this chess, because I have been quietly focusing on it for decades." And in that big game of chess, I am more than one step worse than you, and the word national player is no longer appropriate for you. ”

The middle-aged man frowned humbly and chuckled, "Lifted." ”

He rubbed a sunspot in the chess jar: "The old gentleman reached the peak today, what is the matter?"

Stroked his white beard, the old man in Chinese clothes said softly: "The avenue is ruthless, too forgetful, and I don't know which way you go." ”

The middle-aged man waved his hands continuously, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "This is too big, the trail is a mountain stream and feather warriors." ”

The old man in Chinese clothes smiled bitterly: "If you are really dedicated to the Tao, then the world will be peaceful." The difficult things in the world must be done in the easy, and the big things in the world must be done in the details, and you have done this easy and detailed work for 30 years?"

The middle-aged man looked up at him, with a light face: "More than that." ”

The old man in the costume shook his head, sighed, many fine lines appeared on his face, and said, "You have to end this game of chess?"

The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly, and his eyes were deep.

At this moment, a large black ant with a rapid body crawled up along the corner of the table, and in a moment it was in the chessboard.

The middle-aged man reached out and pinched it, and gently placed it on the bluestone ground, his face was gentle, and his movements were gentle.

The old man in Chinese clothes looked at him, his eyes were a little complicated, and he sighed again: "You bull nose has mercy for this insect ant." ”

The middle-aged man smiled even deeper, pointed to the black ants crawling on the ground, and then pointed to the criss-crossing chessboard: "Mr. Nangong, if all living beings are ants, I don't have to put so much effort into it." ”

Neither of them said anything, only the wind made a soft noise through the leaves, and the atmosphere became very eerie.

The old man surnamed Nangong lifted the corners of his robe and shook the dust on it: "This game of chess is not finished yet." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the low and continuous mountains, and said softly, "The big dragon has been slaughtered." ”

The old man of Nangong pointed to the white clouds and scorching sun in the sky, and said: "This chess is the way of a gentleman, and the emphasis is on walking the world on the right path." You do this, after all, you are out of Haoran righteousness, and you are inferior, the road number Mingyue, it is really appropriate, even if the moon is in the sky, it is difficult to see Lang Lang Qianri, there are many bloody men in this world, and no one will come to trouble you?"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed slightly: "Living in the world, how can there be no trouble." The monk Huiruo of Wanxiang Temple has proved the golden body of Da Luo persuaded me, and now I have met with the Buddha, and the west wind slashes a thousand barbarian winds to stop me, but at this time he can't even hold the vain knife that is regarded as a god-killing weapon, and the rest of the people can't get on the table, don't mention it. ”

The old man of Nangong said sharply: "That old man can't get on your table?!"

This explosion is like a big bell.

The middle-aged man stood up, the yin and yang fish pattern on his robe flashing and turning rapidly. Seeing that the old man did not make any moves, the middle-aged man lowered his guard a little, and said cautiously: "The old gentleman has been in charge of the Sword Palace for decades, and he is regarded as a saint in the sword. ”

At this time, the sunlight was blocked by the clouds, and the two of them looked a little darker.

There was a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth: "Are you afraid of me, or are you afraid of my three thousand swordsmen of the Sword Palace?"

The middle-aged man pursed the corners of his mouth: "Xiaodao is actually afraid." ”

The old man Nangong smiled: "You are telling the truth. ”

The middle-aged man frowned, and said suspiciously: "The old gentleman has been in retreat for more than ten years, and he has always paid little attention to the world. You came to Tuoyun Peak this time to avenge Zen Master Huiruo and Uncle Fenghuang?"

The old man of Nangong shook his hand and said: "The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have been fighting for thousands of years, and the fight between your sect leader and the head of Huiruo Buddhism is the matter of your two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and the old man is just an outsider, so what is the matter of getting involved." Although I have some friendship with Feng Baopu, a nerd, I haven't gotten to the point of playing with you for him. The old man went to your cloud peak this time, because he heard that Mingyue Zhenren's thirty-six Tiangang dust, with the mysterious technique of brushing the dust and giving birth to lotus flowers, has not tasted defeat so far, the old man is also a person who practices martial arts, and he can't help but feel a little itchy when he hears this. ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's shoulders were slightly loose, and he said with a kind expression: "I thought that Xiaodao annoyed the old gentleman somewhere, and came to ask for the crime." You can always scare Xiaodao a lot, and when you get to the bottom of the mountain, you have to ask for a pot of apricot blossom wine to suppress the bright moon. ”

"Well said. ”

"It's not a secret, Xiaodao's dusting is not too handy, if you really talk about it, Xiaodao is the same as the old gentleman, good at swords. ”

The old man Nangong smiled bitterly and muttered: "I didn't expect that the old monk and Uncle Fenghuang didn't even use your kung fu to press the bottom of the box, and one of these two old guys lost his arm and the other lost his life." There are newcomers in the rivers and lakes, our generation is really old, I'm afraid that in a few years, except for the old monster Xuanyuan, no one in this world can control you. As soon as the old monster closes his eyes, the title of the world's number one master will really fall on your head. ”

The middle-aged man bowed down and said: "The path is tricky, but it takes advantage of the time and place, if the old gentleman makes a move, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out even ten moves." ”

The old man Nangong's originally kind face instantly became solemn, and a sonorous voice came out of his mouth: "Gathering hundreds of profound bull noses and setting up the Qingying Heavenly Thunder Array, just to kill a child without a father, what a big deal!"

The wind is blowing.

Facing the old man's surging qi, the middle-aged man stepped on the seven stars upside down, and his body exploded, and he didn't stop until he was more than ten feet away. His left hand reached out, and his right hand was hidden behind him, holding a deep-grained mahogany sword with a simple shape.

Looking at the drooping old man who was still sitting on the stone bench, as calm as Kunlun, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically: "How did the old gentleman know about this!"

The old man of Nangong laughed and pointed to his feet: "There are not many people who know that this cloud peak is the head of the dragon vein, and the old man is just one of them, even if the person leads the peak today, the old man is going to be split!"

The middle-aged man looked solemn.

After that, the old man's somewhat rickety waist stood much erect, and an extremely dazzling golden light burst out from his waist, slowly floating in the air, converging into a phantom sword.

And the tip of the sword pointed at it was even more gorgeous and could not be looked at directly, enveloping the figure of the middle-aged man in it.

You can climb 10,000 feet high.

I came from a sword sky.