Outside the sky.

"Did you expect Tao Qian to make a move?" Ning Ce looked at the chessboard, at this time, the chessboard was no longer a black and white chess piece, but a kind of meteorological landscape similar to the magic weapon of the entrance mirror or the magic power of the cactus to view the mountains and rivers.

There, the most magnificent weather around was the figure in a green shirt and a thin old man in a coarse linen robe.

The water god works together, Tao Qian.

These two are both great emperor figures in the reincarnation realm.

It's just that the person with the most strong luck on the chessboard even makes the figure blurred, as if the person wrapped in clouds and mist is not these two people, but a young man with a slender body like jade.

Coming out of the island and stepping into the desolate ancient land, carrying the whole Xuanyuan with a vein of luck.

Although the people present were the most humble, his luck was the most monstrous.

"I just prepared for the worst. The old Taoist smiled noncommittally, "But I have to admit that the Qingyin Blessed Land is indeed a land of dragon prosperity." ”

"There is Tao Qian in front and Ji Qingyun in the back, and Ji Ge in the next hundred years is also a reincarnation realm. ”

"Tut-tut, if the three of them are really obsessed with the battle for the ranking of the Blessed Land of the Cave, I am afraid that in the future, there will only be a 'Blessed Land Cave Sky Blue Shade Straight Up'. ”

"Oh, off track. The old Taoist glanced at the gloomy gaze handed by someone opposite, patted his forehead, and admitted with a smile.

"When people are old, they always like to think more about things, for example, this time Ji Ge and a certain little girl hit the idea of Gonggong. Speaking of this, the old Taoist paused, turned his head and glanced at Wu Zixu, who was holding his shoulders behind him.

The latter immediately understood, took out a pot of wine from the mustard seeds he carried, and handed it to the old Taoist with some reluctance, and said with a sad look in his eyes: "Ancestor, this is only this time." ”

"Alright, alright. The old man's eyes lit up, for fear that his apprentice would regret it, and hurriedly took it, and waited until the wine jug arrived, then he said the second half of the sentence, "It is difficult to please a wife after the mother-in-law and mother's care at such a young age." ”

Wu Zixu's already sad expression when he heard this added a little melancholy.

"What are you doing in a daze?!" the old Taoist hugged the wine jug and said angrily: "There is still one sitting opposite, don't let people say that we are not considerate!"

Wu Zixu sighed lightly, and took out a wine from the mustard seed to collide with the tinkling wine pot on the wall of the kettle, and entrusted it to Ning Ce's body.

This is also for the sake of Lord Ning Ce's face, he is willing to take out another pot, and if there is another person on the other side, even if the Twelve Ancestral Witches descend on him, he will not bird them.

If you still want to drink your own wine, drink horse urine!

The old Taoist rubbed the jade pot in his hand, and said with a smile: "Maybe in your eyes, my apprentice is worse than Ji Ge, but I dare to pat my chest and pack the ticket for this wine-making skill, and there is absolutely no one in my generation who can beat it." ”

Hearing that the ancestor praised himself so much in front of outsiders or Lord Ning Ce, Wu Zixu blushed with shame, that is, there is no crack on the ground now, otherwise he would have already gotten in.

Ning Ce smiled and said nothing, it was really "Wang Po sells melons, sells herself and boasts", the old guy is very sincere.

"I can smell it. Ning Ce sniffed lightly and said.

"Then can there be a fake?!" The old Taoist took the wine jug in his apprentice's hand and said with a smile: "I forgot to tell you kid, I know Ning Ce who doesn't drink a drop of wine." ”

Wu Zixu, who felt that he had been deceived, glared at the old Taoist, and almost pounced on it with his teeth and claws.

The old Taoist who knew that he was at a loss smiled and comforted his precious apprentice: "Zixu, this pot of wine will be placed here for me first." ”

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"Deposit, deposit. The old Taoist was afraid that his apprentice would sulk with him, so he explained in an aggravated tone.

Ning Ce smiled, and did not block or deny this.

When the Xiong clan by his side had not disappeared thousands of years ago, and Wen Zhili was still following the two of them like a fart, he really hadn't drunk a pot of wine.

The reason is very simple, drinking will make Wen Zhili's girl unhappy, and if Wen Zhili is unhappy, Youxiong will start to "preach" to himself with a straight face.

It's just that I've been drinking for 800 years now.

So he snapped his fingers lightly, and as soon as he flipped his palm, there was an extra green jade wine pot in his hand that should have been in the old Taoist at this time.

"That was a thousand years ago. Ning Ce patted off the mud seal, raised his arm and tilted his head to pour into the jade pot the wine that was counted as Wu Zixu's own aura.

The old Taoist looked at the empty elbows, and then at Ning Ce, who was soaking a large piece of his chest with the wine poured, and the corners of his eyes twitched and his face was full of distress, "What a violent thing!"

Wu Zixu's eyes lit up when he saw this scene, this is the Stygian Sea that he knew thousands of years ago.

The world's romantic Ning Ce only loses to Xuanyuan, but if you talk about pride and ease, Xuanyuan is not as good as Ning Ce.

At least that's what he Wu Zixu thinks.

Ning Ce put down the empty wine jug in his hand, looked at Wu Zixu with a complicated expression with a pair of bright starry eyes, and laughed heartily, "The wine is good." ”

Wu Zixu coughed lightly twice and grinned, "It's good if Lord Ning Ce likes it." ”

"Straight to the point. Ning Ce gently threw the Qingyu wine jug back to the old Taoist, "How many hands do you still have in this chess game?"

The old Taoist took the empty wine jug with a distressed face, and poured it tentatively, and sure enough, there was no accident, not a drop was gone.

Then he shook his head with a sad look and muttered, "No, there is not a drop left." ”

Ning Ce gave him a blank look and waited quietly for the following.

He knew he wasn't referring to that.

"Since I know that I will put the chessboard outside the Qingyin Blessed Land, I will naturally deduce something, but this deduction will see the general atmosphere in the Qingyin Blessed Land, so this will be prepared. ”

"Take 10,000 steps back, in fact, even if that Tao Qian is not in the reincarnation realm, but with Ji Qingyun's connections and the profound heritage accumulated in the Qingyin blessed land over the years, it is not too difficult to invite a reincarnation realm powerhouse to make a move. ”

"Understood. Ning Ce's index finger tapped on the chessboard on the table, idly and lazily, and responded slightly drunk.

"Does Di Jiang know that you are calculating him?" Ning Ce continued to ask.

"Does he know what does it matter if he doesn't know it for the moment?" the old Taoist handed the empty green jade wine jug back to Wu Zixu and asked rhetorically.

I simply still have a pot in my hand, which is also a blessing worthy of saying a few more words about myself.

"Understood. Ning Ce slowly propped himself up with both hands on the chessboard in front of him, and stretched a long lazy waist after groaning softly.

Then he walked straight to the "world".

After drinking, he, an outsider, is now going to enter the WTO.

"There's one more thing I've always wanted to ask you. Ning Ce, who was facing away from the old Taoist, stopped, his body trembled slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse and asked, "Is there anything in this world that even you can't count?"

The old Taoist who was sitting in a precarious position pondered for a long time, but did not give an answer for a long time.

"Got it. ”

After Ning Ce left these three words, his tall figure fell sharply into the world.

"Old Ancestor, Lord Ning Ce has already left. "Wu Zi

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Xu gently shook the old man's shoulder and reminded.

The old Taoist who woke up from a trance looked at the empty seat in front of him with a desolate expression.

It's hard to imagine that this old man, who has traveled thousands of years in the long river of time, could have such a look.

That's an incredible thing in itself.

If he could really do everything, then it would not be Ning Ce who was sitting in the position in front of him now.

If that person was still there, he would not and would not dare to let his descendants enter the game, and even the battle between the Wu clan and the hundred clans that lasted for thousands of years would have long ended.

It's just the Great Dao cultivation, and the most taboo and the least likely is that if.

"Uttered useless nonsense. The old Taoist gently took a sip of green scoop wine and said leisurely.

Then his vicissitudes and wrinkled palm gently slapped his knee and hummed an unknown ballad.

"The emperor descended to the ancient continent, and his eyes were sorrowful. ”

"The autumn wind is curling, and the sea is rippling under the leaves. ”

...

"Don't be sudden, talk about it!"

Then he took another sip of the green scoop of wine and slowly stood up.

"Wonderful! "Wonderful!" the old Taoist laughed loudly with his hands behind his back.

Green scoop with ballads, the world is a good match.

White clothes with the emperor, a perfect match for the ages.

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The silence on the city wall on the southwest side of Yangguan Bing Town was violently broken by a loud sound falling from the sky.

Because of this loud noise, the two heavily armored cavalry armies that had been hovering outside the city closest to this side suddenly retreated back like a tide for ten miles.

In fact, it is not that these two heavily armored cavalry armies are too timid, but in fact, because the momentum of someone's arrival is too great.

The majestic city wall that stretched for hundreds of miles was shaken down by it, and it was trampled down more than ten zhang.

From a distance, the city wall, which has stood for hundreds of years, is much lower and more strange.

Ning Ce, who was shocked by the smell of alcohol, stood on the city wall with his hands in his hands, ignoring the two heavily armored cavalry armies that were surrounded again by black pressure like a tide.

After drinking the pot of green scoop wine, he was going to come here and wait for someone.

Although he didn't know if he could beat him.

After all, that person sat in the chief position among the twelve ancestral witches.

In fact, he shouldn't have asked that sentence in the sky before, because the old man was using Yang to plot against Dijiang.

Someone beat your apprentice, what the hell do you care about being a master?

Although Ning Ce doesn't like to play chess, he can still understand these ways on the surface.

What's more, it was Wen Zhili who beat people.

Even he couldn't sit idly by.

Of course, this is also the old guy's calculation of his own yang.

Suddenly, Ning Ce narrowed his long Danfeng eyes, "It's here." ”

At the same time, in the depths of Ji Ge's Divine Sea, someone, who was originally sitting on the throne and was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

The divine will flows, and it is as clear as a god.

The handsome man in black, who was truly on his feet in the Stygian Sea, slowly propped himself up with his hands on his throne, his face extremely happy.

Then, as a sword spirit, he smiled comfortably: "Wait for me to stretch!"

He really stretched a big stretch.

At this time, Ji Ge groaned softly and also stretched a big lazy waist.

The two of them acted in the same way.

One black and one white, just like one person.

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