"It's late at night, and this is the time to play?"

Lu Zhichun frowned, wondering in his heart, how could he let this old man into the house.

"In this rice village, I don't know how many games of chess I have played with others, and I have long been bored of playing. Now I just met you, it's really a chess addiction, and I hope to make it happen. ”

Lao Sue was full of smiles, and he had already set up the chessboard, waiting for Lu Zhichun to sit down.

"I'm a little tired today, I'm afraid I don't have the energy to play against you."

Lu Zhichun looked at Lao Suo, and then glanced at the chessboard, and there was always a not very good feeling in his heart. I don't know where this feeling comes from, but Lu Zhichun still decided to follow his inner feelings.

"It's not too late, it's not too late."

Lao Suo laughed softly, picked up the chess pieces in his hand, and landed on the chessboard in front of him.

Lu Zhichun looked at the chessboard, his eyes were in a trance, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Lu Zhichun found that he was already sitting opposite Lao Suo, his right hand had just been raised from the chessboard, and he had already made a move.

In addition to cultivation on weekdays, Lu Zhichun's only big hobby is playing chess. At this moment, when he saw that he had already made a move, he put aside other emotions and played chess seriously.

It's just that Lu Zhichun didn't realize that with the fall of each son, his own spirit was weakened by a point. Every point seems to be imperceptible, but the sand accumulates into a tower, and the armpits become a fur.

Many things can't withstand such a little bit of attrition, even if it is a cultivation with a strong cultivation realm, this kind of attrition is enough to destroy people for a long time.

Lu Zhichun was fully focused on the chessboard, and he was not aware of the loss of cultivation. And this old man's chess skills seem to be extremely high, and Lu Zhichun is fascinated by every position.

In less than a quarter of an hour's effort, Lu Zhichun's lost cultivation was already comparable to the set of exercises he had practiced outside before. And this chessboard, looking at the rhythm, is actually just beginning.

On the other side, in Hua Daohong's house, the two of them had already started drinking each other at some point.

Wine is a thousand cups of confidants, Hua Daohong is a lover of wine, the wine brought by this old man is not only fragrant, after drinking, it is an endless aftertaste, people can't help but want to drink it one by one.

Hua Daohong drank, more often than not, he was not tasting wine, and he didn't like to drink while chatting, he just enjoyed the process of drinking. If there is someone next to him who is willing to drink with him, even if it is silent, it is also a pleasure for Hua Daohong.

At this moment, the two did not speak at all, but kept pouring glass after glass into their mouths, as if they were drinking.

Hua Daohong saw the old man's drinking posture, he really had an appetite for him, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, raised the fragrant wine in his hand, and poured it into his mouth in one gulp.

And Hua Daohong didn't notice that every time he drank a glass, the breath on his body would decrease by one point, and at this time the old man would pour himself a cup, and then pour it into his mouth.

The cup of wine in the old man's hand is actually Hua Daohong's cultivation, and Hua Daohong personally cut off his cultivation little by little and gave it to the old man as a drink.

It's just that Hua Daohong didn't notice this at this moment, but was silent in the pleasure of drinking, unable to extricate himself.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour!

Hua Daohong's heart suddenly palpitated, and he was about to pour the wine in his mouth, but he stopped there. Hua Daohong's eyes were cloudy, but because of this burst of shock, he suddenly regained a little clarity.

Hua Daohong felt the weakness of his body, not only his body, but also his whole person's spirit and spirit were in a low position, as if he hadn't slept for a few days and nights.

"What's wrong with me?"

Hua Daohong looked at the wine glass in his hand, and at this moment, in Hua Daohong's eyes, it seemed that this was no longer a drink, but a poison that pierced the intestines. Although Hua Daohong didn't understand the matter, he instinctively knew that this wine could no longer be drunk.

If you drink it any longer, I'm afraid that something will happen that you don't want to happen.

"How much did you drink, why did you stop?" The old man persuaded the wine.

"Don't drink anymore, you go back, I'm going to rest!" Hua Daohong got up and stood up, and directly issued an eviction order.

"If I don't like the taste of this drink, I have something else, how about you try this glass?"

With a cold smile on his face, the old man waved at Hua Daohong. Hua Daohong sat back in his chair in a trance, holding the wine in his hand, and had already drunk most of it.

"Poof!"

If it was in the past, most of this wine had been drunk, and Hua Daohong would definitely continue to drink it. But the feeling of shock just now was still there, and Hua Daohong directly spit out the wine in one gulp.

"Get out!"

Hua Daohong slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the wine glass immediately fell apart. Hua Daohong's sea of knowledge was slightly clear, and the feeling of confusion was not as obvious as just now.

With a cold smile on his face, the old man nodded at Hua Daohong, and left Hua Daohong's house with wine.

Hua Daohong stood on the edge of the bed, looking around, unease and horror lingering in his heart. A strong urge to get out of here came to me. Soon, however, this desire began to wane.

A strange force suppressed Hua Daohong's thoughts, and at the same time, drowsiness struck, Hua Daohong unconsciously sat on the bed, resisting this drowsiness and preventing himself from really falling asleep.

In Lu Zhichun's house, the ground is full of scattered chess pieces at the moment. Lu Zhichun's expression was gloomy, looking at the old man in front of him, a killing intent emerged from the bottom of his heart, but this killing intent quickly dissipated inexplicably.

"The chessboard is gone, so this is the end of the game!" Lu Zhichun said in a deep voice.

"No hurry, I'll come back to you next time."

With a cold smile on his face, Lao Suo looked at Lu Zhichun as if he was looking at a piece of delicious fat, and the greed in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes, making people shudder.

Lu Zhichun didn't say a word, watching Lao Sue leave, his eyes were full of thought.

It's too wrong here to stay like this. Lu Zhichun took a step forward, and suddenly a wave of fatigue hit. This tiredness was so strong that even Lu Zhichun couldn't resist it, and the whole person couldn't help but sit on the ground.

It's so difficult to even resist sleepiness, and leaving has directly become a luxury.

In front of Chen Fei's thatched house, Chen Fei had already invited the woman out of the house, and the woman was holding a piece of paper in her hand at the moment, on which a painting was drawn like a child's graffiti.

I can't see what is painted on it, and when it is said to be graffiti, it is a little praised.

"Childe, the concubine is just asking for a painting, why are you so ruthless!"

The woman's shoulders are half exposed at the moment, and she stands a little higher, and she can even see a lot of things that she can't see. But Chen Fei's expression was unmoved, and he didn't mean to be emotional.

I don't know if it's because of the energy inexplicably obtained during the day, which made Chen Fei's mind relatively clear, and the food in his stomach and the wine he drank, with the automatic operation of the Zhenlong Elephant, the chaos that brought Chen Fei at this moment has disappeared a lot.

Therefore, when the woman appeared and asked for a painting, Chen Fei instinctively felt that something was wrong. No matter how enthusiastic the villagers are, there is no way to do this.

In the middle of the night, the three watches, the lonely man and the widow, and then said to paint me a picture. Chen Fei can paint, but in this case, how dare he paint a woman.

Chen Fei didn't know what would happen when he painted, but he just didn't dare to paint.

In a few trances, Chen Fei had already picked up the charcoal and put pen to paper, and his painting was even bigger, but Chen Fei directly restrained himself, and then simply began to scribble, drawing something that he didn't know.

Anyway, Chen Fei just doesn't paint the specific appearance of this woman.

As for the woman's constant display of her figure, as well as the hinting words, none of them caused Chen Fei to feel anything.

This scene is really too strange, a woman suddenly came to show you goodwill, Chen Fei's first reaction was, is there any conspiracy in this.

"It's such a standard, but it's a disappointment for the girl!" Chen Fei arched his hand.

The smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared, leaving only the inhuman-like coldness, her eyes glanced at Chen Fei, the paper in her hand turned into pieces, and the woman turned to leave.

Chen Fei frowned slightly, closed the door, and raised his willingness to leave here to the maximum.

It's just that before Chen Fei could take any measures, a sense of sleepiness suddenly hit, and Chen Fei couldn't help but hold on to the wall. The sleepiness was so strong that it directly occupied all of Chen Fei's thoughts, and he couldn't think about other things.

I don't know how long it took, the sleepiness slowly disappeared, and Chen Fei's brain began to work gradually.

"What did I just want to do?"

Chen Fei looked around a little blankly, there should have been an extremely important thing just now, but Chen Fei found that he had forgotten about it again.

"Again?"

Chen Fei's brows furrowed suddenly, this feeling of forgetting things was too bad, and Chen Fei found that this situation seemed to be going on?

As soon as the hour came, the village chief knocked on the door one by one and invited Chen Fei and the others to yesterday's open space. As usual yesterday, all the villagers stood aside at the moment, silently looking at Chen Fei and the three of them, without speaking.

Chen Fei looked at Lu Zhichun and the two, and found that the state of the two seemed to be a little strange, but he couldn't say what was strange.

"Yonemura is very welcoming to anyone who comes here. Yesterday, the three of them taught us the exercises, which benefited us a lot and saw our sincerity. In return, Yonemura is also willing to give the little things we treasure to the three of them, hoping that it will be useful to the three of them. ”

After the village chief finished speaking, several villagers walked out.

"Wind gathering technique, a little trick, I hope you don't laugh!"

One of the old women took a step forward, glanced at Chen Fei and the three of them deeply, and pointed forward, a radius of several meters suddenly fluctuated, and a wind appeared under the old woman out of thin air, and the old woman slowly floated up.

Lu Zhichun's eyes lit up, even if Linghui was suppressed, Lu Zhichun and the others could see that this was an extremely powerful move, which was extraordinary.

"Wind gathering, this technique is ......" The old woman directly told the essence of the wind gathering technique one by one, and it took half an hour to finish the wind gathering technique.

And Lu Zhichun and the others didn't notice that as they listened, their heavenly spirit cover was constantly dissipating energy, even Chen Fei was no exception.

Chen Fei was fascinated by what he was listening to, and suddenly found that there was a line of handwriting under his eyes that was constantly beating.

Why does a line of writing appear on the fundus of the eye?

(End of chapter)