In the blink of an eye, it was another half a year, and the time passed quickly and it was a long time.

The rain in October messed up the surface of the lake and chilled the center of the lake, and the heavy ripples were like layers of resentment in the world, setting up a poignant twilight in the red dust. People, because they are people, so they can't always jump out of the strange circle of touching the scene and hurting, Chu Yunchuan is no exception, the longer he lives, the more unforgettable the feeling of the miserable scene.

The days of guarding the Crystal Palace were the smell of soju, which was intoxicating and sad, and even the cold air exuded a faint sadness. Qin Sifan is right, people can't live like puppets, puppets can't change their fate, and only by going out can they find a way to forgive their sins.

It's just that Chu Yunchuan didn't expect that the first scene he saw when he came out was actually rain, freezing rain in late autumn.

Chu Yunchuan in the rain stepped out of the grievances in the middle of the lake.

When he walked to the shore, he looked at the bleak autumn path full of dead branches in confusion, and hesitated for a while, not knowing whether to go in that direction or not. Suddenly, a fishing boat with a canopy roof suddenly came out of the misty fog and slowly rowed in front of Chu Yunchuan, and someone in the boat shouted: "Come up, let's talk." ”

This unfamiliar voice made Chu Yunchuan feel a little surprised.

At first glance, the voice is a little old, but if you pay a little attention to it, you can experience a hint of wonder, and there is an incredible penetrating power in the aftersound, like an all-pervasive wind, nothing in the world can stop it, and after entering the ear, the words are clearly imprinted in the mind, and it is impossible to resist his invitation.

Chu Yunchuan curiously boarded the fishing boat.

In the cramped cabin sat a kind yellow-robed old monk, a little thin. White eyebrows and white beard, but there is no wrinkle on his face that an ordinary old man should have, his complexion is very ruddy, and he is staring at the endgame in front of him, and the vacant seat opposite is obviously for Chu Yunchuan.

But the old monk did not open his mouth to ask for a seat, nor did he raise his eyes to look at people.

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Yunchuan sat down uninvited and said, "Your Excellency called me, what do you mean?"

"Help me see the endgame. The old monk pointed to the chessboard and asked meaningfully, "What do you think?" It was the white son who won the game. Or does Kuroko win?"

Play chess?

Slightly stunned, Chu Yunchuan carefully observed the endgame and thought, "Although I am not proficient in this way of chess. But not a layman either. Just look at it. Who is afraid of whom. After analyzing the situation, Chu Yunchuan said confidently: "Baizi has become a dead end, so naturally Heizi wins." ”

"The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out. The willows and flowers are bright and another village, and there are no absolutes in the world. The old monk picked up a white child and put it down leisurely.

This step made Chu Yunchuan a little surprised.

At first glance, this move was mediocre, Chu Yunchuan also noticed this step just now, and felt that there was just one word here - chaos, and it was impossible to bring the dead back to life. But now that Mako has fallen, he has taken a closer look, and after being surprised, he can't help but be dumbfounded.

With just this move, the situation was turned around in an instant, and the white man who was in a dead game turned over one hundred and eighty degrees, and suppressed the sunspot with absolute momentum, no matter from which angle he looked at it, there was no flaw, lore!

"Wonderful!" Chu Yunchuan praised with appreciation, looked at the yellow-robed old monk curiously, and asked, "Dare to ask who the holy monk is?"

"Idle clouds and wild cranes. The old monk stared at him and said with a smile: "I think you are like a white child on this chessboard, with a blind eye, and you can't see Mount Tai." ”

Hearing this, Chu Yunchuan was shocked again.

He bowed his hand respectfully and said sincerely: "Please teach the holy monk." ”

"You are carrying ninety-nine eighty-one creations, and you have the body of an immortal divine tree, and you are the first person in the Tianshu Immortal Martial Realm to gather the great achievements of creation since ancient times. ”

"What the holy monk said shouldn't mean this matter, right?"

"That's exactly what happened. ”

"Hehe......" Chu Yunchuan smiled indifferently and said, "Today, there are many people who are called kings of the earth, and the era of immortal martial arts is gone, do you think the Nirvana Holy Manifestation is still meaningful?"

"That's why you can't see Mount Tai. The old monk said freely: "There is a difference between immortals and mortals after all, and not any cultivator can be called an immortal. The decline of the immortal martial arts world has just verified the survival law of the fittest, like a big wave sweeping the sand, sweeping away the unqualified batch, leaving the real immortal wind bones to open up a new sky, at that time, the immortal has the immortal world, where there is a mortal world, the order of heaven and earth, can start again. ”

"So, you are happy to see the decline of the Immortal Martial Realm, as long as the most elite part is left behind, to establish the so-called Immortal Realm in your eyes?"

"What do you mean by 'you'?"

"It's not interesting to say it, if the holy monk is here to be a lobbyist, I don't have time to wait!" Talking about this, Chu Yunchuan had almost guessed the identity of the old monk, and thought to himself, if the prediction was good, it should be the legendary wisdom saint monk, and liking chess is his biggest characteristic. After turning around, Chu Yunchuan said as he walked: "If he is separated from the world, I will still wander away from the lamplight, and I will not regret being a mortal in this life." ”

This resolute tone made the yellow-robed old monk constantly shake his head and sigh.

Until Chu Yunchuan's figure disappeared into the misty mountain path, a white light floated down into the cabin, and it was the fat and cute originator of the Shendu, the Heavenly Yuan Ancestor.

"You've heard it all, I've done my best. The yellow-robed old monk waved his sleeves, and the endgame on the chessboard was swept away, and he picked up a new son and settled, and said with emotion: "I can't force it, I can't force it! Listening to the tone of his mouth, he obviously has a grudge against you." ”

"Nonsense, the gods are all dead, so many disciples have died, can he not blame me? Otherwise, why should I hide my head and tail and avoid him. The Heavenly Ancestor casually played a sunspot, blew his beard and glared and complained: "Mistake! What a mistake! I thought that as long as the feather-clothed fairy died, he could cut off the dust and embark on the path of Nirvana's manifestation, but the result was still a chess game." ”

"It's a small thing, but the truth is a big thing! In this matter, you have planned for a thousand years, and you have carefully arranged Situ Sheng's chess piece to provoke him everywhere, if Chu Yunchuan knows the truth, can you think about the consequences?"

"What can he do if he knows? ”

"Your clumsy plan is as bad as your chess skills......" In the blink of an eye, the sunspots on the chessboard were already in danger, and the yellow-robed old monk reminded quite sincerely: "I advise you not to interfere with his fate anymore, since he is willing to be a mortal, and let him wander in the red dust for another thousand years, why not? Immortals are immortals, no matter what path he is taking now, there is only one end." ”

"Wait another thousand years? I don't have that patience. ”

"So you've always been a loser, wine, or stale incense. ”

"Okay, you old bald donkey, I really can't see it, and you know the taste of wine, haha...... I like wine and meat bald asses. The Heavenly Yuan Ancestor praised: "Just according to what you said, give him another thousand years, and when all the mortals around him die, I don't believe that he will not give in." (To be continued......)