Mo Yiyue and Yin Fengyou came to Sikong Mountain and heard a woodcutter say that there was a Tong Immortal on the top of the mountain, and the flowers he carefully cultivated were the broken dream frost that the two were looking for.

As soon as they entered the top of the mountain, the eyes of the two suddenly opened up, even though the dark clouds covered the skylight, but there was also a trace of light in the dark clouds to cut out the golden edge, a gust of wind suddenly rose, the clouds opened and closed, and a group of sky light descended, and the place where the light fell was the sea of flowers separated by a wooden fence on the cliff bank.

At this time, there is a rough thatched hut in the southwest corner, and there is a small pavilion outside the house, and the two old men under the pavilion are concentrating on the game.

The rain stopped suddenly, but the clouds were still covered, but the light was still through.

Mo Yiyue walked towards the small pavilion where the two were and found that she didn't know any of them.

Yin Fengyou grabbed Mo Yiyue's arm from behind and pointed to the sea of flowers behind him, where there were indeed many flowers that were consistent with the woodcutter's description.

Mo Yiyue smiled slightly, signaling him not to touch the flowers, while she stood behind one of the old men, quietly watching the two of them play chess.

The black dragon is about to become, but the white son hides a killing machine inside, and it seems to have the potential to slay the dragon.

Obviously, the chess skills of the old man in black are not as good as those in old man in white, and he is more like a beginner.

Mo Yiyue knew that Bai Zi was going to win by slaying the dragon, but the old man in black didn't realize it at all, and thought that he had the chance to win.

Just when he was about to fall into the Great Dragon, Mo Yiyue coughed lightly, as if reminding.

The old man with the black chess was slightly stunned, and then lifted the piece that was about to fall in his hand.

The old man of white chess glanced at Mo Yiyue sideways, stroked his white beard and said: "Watching chess is silent, true gentleman, Gongzi Fang's cough just now, it should be a coincidence!"

Mo Yiyue squinted and smiled when she heard this, and replied: "The old gentleman's chess strength is far better than that of the old man opposite, since the two of you are just entertaining a game, what does it matter if you win or lose?"

"Of course, there is a so-called, the bet of the two of us in this game of chess is their own mastery, once he wins, I will admit that the Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill is better than the Aurora Jue. ”

Mo Yiyue is so knowledgeable, as soon as she hears the Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill and the Aurora Technique, she knows who these two are. The old man who holds the black is the myth of martial arts, the old sect master of the Nine Dragons Sword Sect, Hua Tianqing, and this old man of white chess, that is, the Tong Immortal in the woodcutter's mouth, the reason why he doesn't know him is because he is not Tong Aurora, but Tong Aurora's father, Tong Wenxiu, who was in charge of the Heavenly Master.

At this moment, Tong Wenxiu suddenly stood up, pointed at Hua Tianqing and said, "You have lost this chess, admit it yourself!"

Hua Tianqing also stood up when he heard this, and said excitedly: "How did I lose, this chess is obviously about to lose." ”

Tong Wenxiu sneered, turned his head to look at Mo Yiyue and said, "This little brother knows chess, why don't you ask him, will you abandon your son and admit defeat after a few moves?"

Hua Tianqing looked at Mo Yiyue when she heard this, and there was a touch of cinnabar between her eyebrows, but it was like a god's eye, capturing Mo Yiyue's mind.

He resisted a little with his internal strength, pushed half a step, and then bowed and said: "Senior Tong, Senior Hua, junior is polite here!"

The two of them were stunned when they heard this, and they didn't want him to be able to see through the identities of the two of them at such a young age.

"Boy, you say, who will win this game of chess. Tong Wenxiu didn't give up, and insisted on letting Mo Yiyue give the two of them a winner.

Mo Yiyue smiled, noncommittal.

Seeing this, Tong Wenxiu shook his head and sat down again: "This kid has nothing to show for himself, and he can't understand the situation at all. ”

Mo Yiyue walked around to the middle of the two, looked at the chessboard, and said word by word: "In my opinion, black chess can win." ”

Tong Wenxiu raised his head suddenly, his eyebrows upside down, and scolded Mo Yiyue: "I don't know how to pretend to understand, get out of here, the old man doesn't want to hurt you." ”

"This game was played to the 260th move, and it was indeed black who won. Mo Yiyue was so confident, which also made Tong Wenxiu suspicious. He re-examined the chess game, but still couldn't see how Mo Yiyue could defeat him after ten moves.

"If you don't believe it, the seniors can make a small bet with the juniors, if I lose, let the seniors deal with it; if the seniors lose, the juniors dare to ask the seniors for a dream shattering cream, what do you think?"

His words are gentle, and his words are cautious, neither humble nor arrogant, nor rude, so that Tong Wenxiu can't refuse.

I heard Tong Wenxiu say: "You finish this game for him, if you lose, I will cut off your hands and feet, and leave you in this mountain to plant flowers for me." ”

Yin Fengyou was taken aback after hearing this, he didn't want this old man to be so ruthless, and he actually gambled on this life-threatening thing. If Mo Yiyue really loses to him, wouldn't he have to throw his life away in these four empty mountains.

It can be seen that Mo Yiyue is so confident, and he is somewhat relieved, after all, Mo Yiyue's wisdom is well known, and he will not joke with his life and Mu Yuncheng's life.

A lonely goose hissed and cracked the dark clouds in the sky, and the remnant sun was like blood, throwing thousands of red lights dripping.

"I lost. "Tong Wenxiu abandoned his son and admitted defeat, two hundred and sixty hands, which was exactly what Mo Yiyue said.

Tong Wenxiu re-examined Mo Yiyue, nodded and said, "The kid has superb chess skills, I might as well do it." I am willing to lose the bet, you can take one of the broken dream frosts in this garden!"

"Thank you, seniors. Mo Yiyue nodded and smiled, signaling Yin Fengyou to pick them carefully and not hurt the other flowers in the garden.

"The little brother has good looks, character, and chess skills, and can be called the best among the young talents of our time. It's just a little temptation that I realized that the internal strength and mental method you have cultivated is too rough. I have a manuscript of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill, and I want to give it to you, I wonder if you are willing to accept it?"

Mo Yiyue was unexpected, and hurriedly waved her hand and said: "The younger generation has no virtue and no talent, and he deserves it." ”

"Haha, I just said that your Tianlong Divine Skill is a tattered mental method, do you know this time?" Tong Wenxiu laughed, and he didn't know whether he was deliberately annoying Hua Tianqing or provoking Mo Yiyue.

Seeing Mo Yiyue shaking her head again and again, she hurriedly explained: "Even if the juniors are ignorant, they have heard of the prestige of this Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill. It's just that the younger generation is mediocre and immoral, and they don't dare to accept this gift. ”

"You're too modest, but if you don't, I'll ruin him with my hands! As he spoke, he glanced at Tong Wenxiu, and raised the manuscript of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill to be destroyed.

At this moment, a phantom flickered, and Hua Tianqing let go of his hand and was taken away by him. It was Tong Wenxiu who snatched the manuscript of Tianlong Divine Skill and stuffed it into Mo Yiyue's hand.

"Seeing him violently destroying heavenly things, how can you turn a blind eye? Although this Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill is not a first-class exercise, it is always beneficial and harmless for you to practice casually. He said with a smile, then turned his head to Hua Tianqing and said, "Old worm, you and I haven't won or lost yet." ”

"I want you to see the power of my Ten Percent Heavenly Dragon Divine Skill. ”

In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared into the pavilion out of thin air, leaving Mo Yiyue alone looking at the sky in a daze.

Yin Fengyou picked up the broken dream frost and showed it to Mo Yiyue.

But seeing that the branches and leaves of the flowers are proud, and the four petals are pure white and flawless, like a girl, it is true that the frost of broken dreams is true.

Mo Yiyue breathed a sigh of relief, and only said to Yin Fengyou: "Let's go quickly, Yun Cheng's injury can't be delayed for too long." ”