Time flies, and the sun and moon pass like a white horse.

Spring goes to autumn, leaves fall leaves, every day is, luck, sword practice, chess, is it a few screams...... It's all for later.

Tianyong Mountain Temple, a leaf, separated by years, a sword, crushing the green leaves.

The monk stood on his chest with one hand and said, "He's damn good." ”

Lu Pan still held the heavy sword in his hand, and said loudly: "Come on, Ye Qing, the sage said: The master will repay the debt!" ”

Ye Qing rubbed his old waist and said puzzledly: "Are you sure the saint said this?" ”

Lu Pan waved his sword and pointed at the sky, and said with his head held high: "Why do I need other people's guidance?!" I myself am the number one in the world! After a sword, who is not convinced? Who would dare to disagree? ”

The monk tasted tea on the side and read the papers, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It is worthy of being a young man, it is a heroic man, it is really a couple, he thinks about the old man, ...... old man."

The Confucian sage coughed, interrupting the monk's fantasy mercilessly, and then sarcastically said: "No matter what, you have been suppressed by me for more than ten years, and you can't turn over." ”

The monk's face was a little angry, and then he sighed again, and said with a sad expression: "Confucian saint, sometimes I really can't help but admit that the era of gods and demons is the sorrow of this world. ”

The Confucian saint pondered for a long time and said: "Everything has a way, and the mystery of the avenue is not for you and me." ”

"Good!"

When the two of them were sighing, Lu Pan rushed over with his sword and said, "Old monk, how about another fight today?" ”

The monk flicked his hand and brought a cup of tea and said, "Although your qualifications are good and your realm has improved quickly, but the old man is definitely not idle, do you still want Ye Xiaozi to rub your blood?" I didn't strip you off last time, that's a blessing from your cultivation. ”

Lu Pan was slightly annoyed, but he still sat down and calmed down for a long time, and finally put down the heavy sword, pretending to be a master and said: "It's not appropriate to use the sword today, I will definitely avenge that day in the future!" ”

The monk smiled, didn't take it to heart and said casually: "In the future? Hehe, I'm afraid you won't even be able to beat Ye Boy in the future, huh...... You have to let the leaves ripen a little. ”

Lu Pan sneered: "He? It's not even the ninth grade, and my cultivators and uncles have to praise me for my speed. ”

The monk disagreed: "Alas, time is also fate, the road is mysterious, who can say for sure." ”

Lu Pan was still depressed and didn't believe it.

Ye Qing also came back from cultivation at this time, to be honest, Ye Qing only had a lot of strength in the town, although his strength has not increased too much now, however, the basic luck has been cast, and the foundation of the sword path is already as safe as a rock, so it can be said that he has completed most of the road that sword cultivation has walked for half his life.

As for Lu Pan, the five-grade realm of a body has been consolidated a lot, when it broke through to the five-grade artistic conception, the realm improved too quickly, the foundation is slightly not firm, if it continues, it will fall lightly, and it will not have the artistic conception of the five products in this life, and the heavy will die, which is why Lu Pan has been hanging around in the Confucian Temple Hanging De Palace, and there are many solid foundation cultivation exercises in the Hanging De Palace, but Lu Pan can't look down on it, and he has to be the person in front of him, and the great magic power is endless.

The monk smiled meaningfully, took out a chessboard, and said, "The ancients played the Xingzazi system, and after so many years, it was a little boring, right?" ”

Ye Qing shook his head and said honestly: "It's not boring." ”

The monk smiled and said, "Don't play chess today, watch chess!" ”

Ye Qing, like Lu Pan, was confused for some reason.

The monk said to himself: "In the era of the Nine Dynasties, it was the time when the Emperor of Western Chu was hegemonic, and the Emperor of Western Chu liked to play against each other. ”

The two fought in Danghu for more than ten rounds, and they won and lost each other. The two of them have a fairy spirit, and there is no dust recovery machine in it, which is the ability of heaven and is beyond reach. ”

"So far, the famous Danghu ten games on the chess road are the pinnacle of the duel between these two chess saints, from the point of view of the chess game, the key is to kill carefully, thrilling, can be described as the peak, out of the gods."

"Thinking back then, the two seemed to be possessed by a killing god, each good at it, and it was difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and even the emperor came to see it in person, bringing three thousand Western Chu Imperial Forest Army, and even the masters of the Great Inner came together."

Ye Qing was puzzled: "It's just playing chess, what are so many people doing here?" ”

Lu Pan sneered: "Chess saint, chess saint, chess path saint, is not a saint?" It's just that there is no cultivation system, the two chess saints play against each other, the sky collapses and the earth falls, and the thunder rolls and rolls that are all small scenes, sometimes one son falls a million thunders and pours out, the law phase giant body appears, and the other son eats it, it is a battle between the two law phase giant gods, the two saints play against each other, how can it be so simple? Within a radius of 100 miles, I am afraid that everyone who enters will die, and even a towering chessboard will be born between heaven and earth, and the laws of heaven and earth in it are also domineering, non-saints can not be close to a hundred miles, even if a saint is at most ten miles away, sometimes one side loses, or plays a stinky chess, one side of the realm will inevitably fall, and the heart of the Dao will also be broken, which is also the reason why few people concentrate on cultivating chess. ”

The monk stroked his beard and said, "Good! ”

"Watching chess today, don't look at anything, just look at the mind! Killing intent, killing intent, killing intent! ”

The monk entered the game with a strong grip and fell quickly.

Ye Qing and Lu Pan lined up on both sides, frowning, watching the chess.

The monk whispered: "In the first game, there are a total of 260 hands, and the black wins the seven sons. ”

Let's move on to the second game.

Lu Pan's eyes were staring at the sunspot killing, and the sword qi in his eyebrows was pure and awe-inspiring.

On the other hand, Ye Qing focuses on the prudence after the killing of the two sons, the killing method is meticulous, playing chess and killing is not the ability, he has the ability to kill him, and he can not let himself be hurt, so that he can lay out the world, it seems to be a brute hand, but it is actually a clever hand.

The monk stroked his beard and smiled.

After a little three or four hours, when the lake ten rounds were fully reviewed.

The monk twisted the son and said: "When the lake ten games, which contain the great road chess skills, the true meaning of the three religions is countless, and finally the two of them both entered the chess saint, which is not a beautiful talk." ”

"Tell me what you both see?"

Lu Pan said loudly: "The killing is decisive, and the killing is earth-shaking." ”

Ye Qing said softly: "Kill the enemy invisibly, and lay out the world." ”

"Good!"

Not far from the emperor, it is called the "fortress of the world," the Shangbing City, perhaps because of the ancestral garden of the soldiers, the White Emperor Fengxue Temple lives here, so the people are unprecedentedly strong, and the will be like rain, but in the same way, most of the people here are born as followers of Gaozu, and the loyalty to the royal family is the first of a hundred cities, therefore, most of the emperors of the past dynasties selected the Imperial Forest Army are here, and they live in the gateway of the Central Plains, the Central Plains is rich in grain and grass, enough to feed a million troops, not to mention a city, and if it is really broken, The Central Plains is based on the fertile wilderness, backed by the Qinling Mountains, Taihang, bordering the Youyou Tianhe, accessible in all directions, Jingxiang Chen soldiers are millions, Yuzhang is rich in grain production, it is simply invincible, and it is not for nothing that Gaozu chose this place.

Cui Tang's white clothes fluttered, and he said softly: "It's finally time to arrive at Bingshang Soldier City." ”

The martial saint was silent.

Seeing this, Cui Tang asked, "Why is that grudge with the White Emperor Fengxue Temple not over?" ”

Wu Sheng shook his head and said: "That's not enough for the old man, the old man is just a little unclear, what kind of chess you and Confucian Sheng played, what you have to do when you come to the emperor, along the way, you seem to be telling me a lot of Taoism." Wu Sheng thought about it and took a sip of wine and said, "Damn, I don't want to, drink and drink!" ”

Cui Tang smiled slightly, and said softly: "Recently, I heard about the Yantai Inn in the imperial capital, I don't know if the martial saint can appreciate his face?" ”

The martial saint pondered for a while and said, "The emperor is invited, so naturally he wants to go." ”

Cui Tang said lazily: "Generally speaking, the saints of the three religions have official positions in the imperial court, although they are fictitious, but they also have the qualifications to participate in politics in the court, go and take a look?" ”

Over the years, there have been no saints in the court to participate in politics, not only because they are beyond the mortal, but also because some of them saw through the darkness of the court in their early years, and they looked down on the mortal court, and the princes of the court did not look down on the discussions of the saints.

The martial saint is still so preoccupied.

Cui Tang smiled: "Don't worry, didn't you say that you want to see the situation in the world, you want to know what I'm doing, I don't need you to say anything, you may understand a lot when you look at it." ”

"Good!"

The two continued on their way.

At this time, the imperial capital market was prosperous, and it seemed to be a calm and peaceful scene, but I don't know how many killers and spies there were in the street teahouses and restaurants, and the dark tide was surging, after all, the nose of the court officials was very pointed.

Cui Tang was not surprised when he saw this, and if he saw one casually, he could see if this was a killer spy or not, and he had been smashed in the imperial capital of power and lust for almost half his life, walking on thin ice, and laying out the world.

Cui Tang sighed: "The water in the imperial capital is deep. ”

Wu Sheng said calmly: "The water in the imperial capital is deep, you are deeper!" ”

Cui Tang took a leaf and said noncommittally: "Unlike my uncle, the affairs of the Confucian temple are in charge of etiquette, and there will be Lu Zijing in the future, it can be said that he is alone, but it is Mr. Lianxi's dry vein, who does not learn university knowledge, and governs the power struggle in the court. ”

"Alas, I, I, seven or eight out of ten in the world want to kill me, the emperor who is high above, the former emperor who has passed away, none of them want to kill me and then hurry, it's a pity, the chess is one move."

Wu Sheng couldn't help but admire: "The son of heaven of the Zhao family has been passed down for four generations, and the three generations of emperors have been controlled by your master and apprentice for about decades, which is really a slap in the face of the royal family, and it is also thanks to your master and apprentice, if it is someone else, how can the Zhao family sit firmly in the world for a hundred years?" ”

"There are two Confucian students that the old man admires the most in his life, one is Mr. Lianxi, and the other is the Confucian saint in Tsing Yi, if the old man sees, these two Confucians are comparable to the seven-vein ancestor of the White Emperor Fengxue Temple!"

"False praise."

"If you really want to boast, hehe, just give me some wine."

The Martial Saint God whispered: "Do you know why you are disagreed by the old man? ”

Cui Tang smiled: "Listen to me." ”

"You're too fucking shameless, I'd rather have two taels of wine than a golden face."

The two stayed in a Tantai inn, the sun set, and the clear moon was sacrificed.

Cui Tang quietly admires the moon on the lake.

At the door of the inn, a figure slowly walked in, and said gently: "Demon Suppression Division Wei Xuan, meet the old emperor!" ”