The snow was white and the cold was pressing.

A mountain peaks reaching to the horizon towered over the snow.

The mountain peak is covered with snow all year round, and it is extremely cold, which can be described as dripping into ice.

It's strange to say that at the peak, there are vaguely two people talking and laughing.

I saw a chessboard in the middle, and the two sat opposite each other, but their spirits didn't seem to be very concentrated.

One of them casually threw a chess piece at the chessboard, the man had a delicate face, beautiful eyes seemed to be shining with fluorescence, a strand of long crystal blue hair, dressed in a plain blue robe, but his expression was very cold, as if there was a huge murderous aura hidden. looks like a woman, but has the domineering that women don't have. She twisted her neck, which clicked, and then gently tapped her hand on a mask she had placed on the board, motioning for her opponent to throw.

The mask was purple and carved with a demon's face, which was formidable. I'm afraid that when a three-year-old child sees it, he will cry.

It's strange to say that in this extremely cold weather, ordinary people can't bear it, but these two people play chess leisurely as if they have nothing to do.

The person sitting opposite the woman, looking at his face, looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, with black hair, a green shirt, and a long sword leaning next to him. The long sword was cyan and shining.

I saw the man dragging his chin with one hand, pondering for a while, and also touching a chess piece and throwing it at the chessboard, absent-mindedly.

It lasted like this for more than ten minutes, the two of them didn't say a word, and the chess pieces on the chessboard were almost full, but they still didn't tell the winner.

The man in the green shirt cupped his forehead, and finally spoke, "Are you really going to save that person?"

"I've made up my mind. The woman said lightly.

The man in the green shirt pondered for a while, "Is it really worth it?"

The woman tapped on the mask and looked at the sky, "It's worth it, because it's him." ”

The man in the green shirt took a deep breath and stood up, "Because of him, is he the prince of Beili?"

After the woman heard the man in the green shirt say this, she also stood up, but she didn't say a word, clasped her hands in front of her chest, looked at the vast and boundless sky, and was stunned for a while, "That's all for today." It's up to you to take this endgame. ”

As soon as the woman had finished speaking, she disappeared into the snow. Only the man in the green shirt was left, in the same place, looking at the chess game, pondering.

On the eaves, the national teacher Mo Wuchen was blocking Zhuang Cheng so that he would not interfere in it.

Seeing a light flashing in the sky, Zhuang Cheng looked at the man in green clothes holding a flute, "Wandering Heaven?

"That man doesn't seem to have a simple background. Mo Wuchen lowered his head and looked at the man in green clothes, "When I first saw him, I was inexplicably a little familiar, he looked like a person......"

"It seems that it is useless for the national teacher to stop me today. Zhuang Cheng's mood relaxed a little, "I think I can solve this matter by themselves." ”

"Zhuang Cheng is long, and the army is millions away from the north. Mo Wuchen sighed, "I look at you, forget it." And take pity on my female apprentice. ”

"National teacher, why are you so stubborn. Together, we came to the rescue, and our beloved disciples had a better chance of survival. Zhuang Cheng shouted excitedly, "Why are you so hard, you just stop me." ”

"Alas......" Mo Wangchen sighed deeply, "Everything is destiny......"

"You ......" Zhuang Cheng gritted his teeth fiercely.

The sand flew away on the field in an instant, and the generals Ye Yunling and Xie Xiaoqi were a little afraid when they saw Wen Dao's momentum.

"Joyful Heavenly Realm?" Ye Yunling frowned, "I didn't expect this kid to be ordinary, but he could reach that Wandering Heaven Realm." ”

"Brother Ye, be careful, this person is not simple. Xie Xiaoqi clenched the spear in his hand, "I can feel a strong murderous aura." ”

The flute fluttered in Wen Dao's hand, and the ceiling was falling into chaos.

A strange piece of music was played, like a hundred ghosts singing in unison, which was terrifying.

The melody of this piece is very eerie, with ups and downs, high and low, which makes people feel a sense of coolness.

"This is ......," Mo Wangchen stood on the eaves.

"Hundred ghosts. Zhuang Cheng slowly received it and patted Mo Wuchen's shoulder, "The hundred ghost songs of Yin Xiao Fang, it is said that Xiao Zheng, the owner of Yin Xiao Fang, used this trick to repel five masters who came to smash the workshop, but he was unharmed, and today he finally saw it with his own eyes, which is really terrifying." ”

"Could it be ......" Mo Wangchen was stunned for a moment, "He is Xiao Zheng's disciple?" I have heard that Xiao Zheng has accepted a disciple of the Wen family, but I have never seen it. ”

"Oh no, he seems to be physically exhausted?" Zhuang Cheng saw that something was wrong with Wen Dao and said in a panic.

With a "bang", Wen Dao fell heavily to the ground, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth, and the scene in front of him began to slowly blur.

"Oh no!" Zhuang Cheng was startled, pushed Mo Wuchen away, and was about to step forward, but was forced back by Mo Wuchen's sleeve.

"Everything is providential. Mo Wuchen said helplessly.

"Oh my God, you dead man's head, oh my God!" Zhuang Cheng was in a hurry, and he didn't care about Mo Wuchen, his true anger gathered, and he attacked directly towards Mo Wuchen, thousands of shadowless swords loomed, Mo Wuchen didn't know that Zhuang Cheng would make a heavy hand, so he flashed sideways, waved his left sleeve, took a few steps back, and dodged the attack.

"This guy ......" Mo Wangchen was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhuang Cheng, but Zhuang Cheng had already arrived at Na Wendao's side.

"Master, why are you only here now?" Zhuang Ziheng was very anxious, and quickly helped Wen Dao up, "Let's see what happened to me throwing him? He was so domineering just now, why did he suddenly fall down." ”

"Don't be afraid, Master. Zhuang Cheng patted Zhuang Ziheng's head, took advantage of the situation, and took Wen Dao's pulse.

Zhuang Cheng frowned, stunned and did not answer.

"Master, what's wrong with Wen Dao?" Zhuang Ziheng was very anxious, and Han Wangsun and the others were also on the side, their faces full of anxiety.

After a few minutes, Zhuang Cheng finally spoke slowly, "Although I am not a miracle doctor, I have also learned a little medical skills, and I can be regarded as half a healer, but your friend's pulse is really strange, for so many years, I have never seen such a chaotic pulse, as if I will die violently at any time." ”

Mo Wuchen, who was standing on the eaves, was a little on tiptoe, and he also floated down gently and landed beside Zhuang Cheng.

"Master, you are here too. Gu Youlan looked at her master, she hadn't seen her for many days, but she didn't look happy.

"Apprentice, Master has always been there. Mo Wuchen smiled slightly and looked at Wen Dao, "Let me see." ”

After a while, even the national teacher Mo Wuchen frowned and shook his head, "I don't know what's going on." ”