There was a soft sound of "pop", and the black glazed chess pieces fell on the criss-crossing Nanmu grain table, contemplating a faint ray of cold light.

Surrounded by more than a dozen white seeds on three sides, with the corners as the foundation, vaguely connected into a leaping dragon. The sunspot threw itself into it, more like a lone army reaching in and trying to get white.

"The Pan family is fishing, and they want to lure me out. It seems that they have never forgotten the establishment of the Silver Hook Gambling House. Prince Qiao Mo held the smooth white crystal chess piece, snorted lightly, picked up the white chess piece between his two fingers, took off the corner first, and ignored the temptation of the black chess.

In the past few days, the application of Yongning Hou Shizi for Taoism has been frustrated, and it has been spread by the Pan family, and the city is full of wind and rain. Several underground gambling houses in Jiankang even opened handicaps, with one to ten, gambling that Yuan'an could not enter the door this year.

"If you don't pay attention to it, I'm afraid that Pan's will be pressing step by step, and there will be no end to it. Zhikari sat down on the opposite side, twisted the black piece, threw it at the oblique lower corner of the previous solitary piece, and collided tightly with White's disc, blatantly ramming White's camp.

"The way to talk is to look at the overall situation, what is the place for a while?" Wang Ziqiao looked leisurely, picked up a white chess, and continued to land in the upper corner of the board, allowing the black to move freely below.

Zhi Kari really twisted up a sunspot and groaned. Wang Ziqiao's meaning is very clear, and he will not help him pre-record the Daomen. In other words, in order to firmly control himself, Wang Ziqiao deliberately chose Pan's attack, and then induced Pan's to fight back, and cut off his own pre-recorded Daomen road.

"If there is no time and place, how can there be a global situation?" Zhi Hunt Zhen resolutely threw a sunspot, pressed on the top of the white seed, and formed a flank attack with the previous sunspot, launching a continuous offensive against White. From this, it can be inferred that only by joining the Daomen as soon as possible and pulling up the huge tiger skin of the Daomen can he make Prince Qiao jealous.

"It's inevitable that your vision will be limited for a while, and if you sit in a well and watch the sky, where can you see the overall situation clearly?" Wang Ziqiao smiled indifferently, his knuckles tapping lightly.

The two fell one after another, and the black and white sides fell into the middle game, sometimes confronting each other to supplement the defense, and sometimes entangled and fighting. While playing the game, Zhi Hunt Zhen asked Wang Ziqiao for some anecdotes and strange things about the Eight Desolations and difficult cultivation. Prince Qiao also answered one by one, knowing everything and saying everything. Zhijiazhen and Wenyuan Pavilion's collection of books were compared with each other, and they suddenly felt enlightened, and their knowledge was gained.

"Dare to ask sir, does heaven and earth really have a will?" Zhi Hunt really asked as he remembered "Heaven and Earth Hunting" written by Anonymous.

Prince Qiao's hand holding the chess froze slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Why did the prince come here to ask?"

Zhi Zhenzhen stared at the opponent's chess pieces that were about to fall, and his mind moved slightly: "Last time I heard Xie Xuan talk about it in Yangliuju, I thought it was a little ridiculous, so I asked Mr. for verification. ”

"Really?" Wang Ziqiao glanced at the young man deeply, pondered for a moment, and said, "This matter is difficult to verify. The prince thinks that there is something, and if he thinks that there is not, there is nothing. ”

It was the first time I had heard him answer so vaguely. Zhi Hunt Zhen smiled slightly, "Sir, have you forgotten? It is rumored that the witch spirit is a gift from heaven and earth to the witch clan, in this case, heaven and earth should have the will?"

"Smack-" Bai Zi dropped off the chessboard, trying to break the black dragon in the middle of the belly. Wang Ziqiao said expressionlessly: "Even if heaven and earth have a will, it is just a dead thing that cannot move. According to Wang, it is more like a fat deer, and the strong are first served. Isn't the witch spirit a piece of fat cut from heaven and earth by the witch clan?"

Zhi Hunt really thought for a moment, twisted the chess pieces, and also wanted to encircle the invading Baizi: "What Mr. said is reasonable. I would like to ask him again, sir, have you ever heard of a strange thing that makes up heaven and earth, and living beings, called—" He was about to say the word "fire", when suddenly, with a "boom", a thunderclap exploded in the sky, and the eardrums were numb.

The two of them looked out at the same time, the sun was shining, the sky was clear, and bees and butterflies were flying around the purple and red garden, without any sign of thunderstorms.

It's just a sunny day and a dry thunder.

"What are you calling?" Wang Ziqiao's eyes flashed, and he shouted in a deep voice.

Zhi Zhenzhen stared at Wang Ziqiao's upper body leaning forward slightly, and when the words came to his mouth, they became: "Call it 'qi'." Heaven and earth include living beings, and their essence is born from qi. As Pei Fuzi said, 'Heaven and earth are in harmony, all things are self-generated, and people have the five permanent qi, that is, courtesy, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom, and faith. People also have the spirit of coarseness and refinement, and those who are rough have a body and a fine soul ......'"

Wang Ziqiao's fingers clamping the chess pieces slowly loosened, and he sighed lightly: "This set of theories is just a continuation of Zhuang Meng's theory that 'everything in the universe originates from qi', and there is nothing new. He was silent for a while, and there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes, "When did the prince become interested in the way of heaven and earth?"

Zhi Zhenzhen said happily: "When Mr. Ma taught the sword yesterday, he said that the swordsmanship has reached the extreme, and it is necessary to take the way of heaven and earth. Pei Fuzi also said that there is a heroic righteousness between heaven and earth, and ghosts and gods will not invade it. ”

"Take the law, righteousness?" Wang Ziqiao looked away, and a faint sneer oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The two didn't say much, focused on the landing, and entered the closing stage. Wang Ziqiao's white pieces occupy all four corners, but the black son of Zhijia Zhen succeeded in making an eye in the white camp, and based on this, he counterattacked, swallowed a big dragon on the bottom of White, and then recaptured a corner by robbery.

After a game of chess, the board was counted, and White lost three eyes.

Zhi Hunt Zhen said quietly: "Sir, this can be regarded as a loss of the overall situation, right?"

"Shizi is wrong. Prince Qiao looked at Zhi Hunt Zhen quietly and smiled meaningfully. The afternoon sunlight shines through the blue screen and reflects his white teeth, dazzlingly bright.

With a "bang", Wang Ziqiao raised his hand slightly, flipped the Nanmu grain table, and the black and white chess pieces rained down and rolled to the ground.

"Shizi, this is the overall situation I want. Prince Qiao said slowly.

Zhi Hunt really looked at the chaos all over the ground, was silent for a long time, and got up and saluted: "Mr. Duo Cheng advised, and the students of this bureau have benefited a lot." Mr. Ma's swordsmanship class is coming, so I'll take my leave. ”

The young man's quiet back was reflected in the beam of light on the threshold, half-light and half-dark. Prince Qiao inexplicably felt that something was wrong, and said in a deep voice: "Prince, the Hou Mansion is glorious and rich, and the gate valve is prominent. There are all kinds of external things in practice, which is a rare opportunity for ordinary people. The son of the world should remember, people are precious and self-sufficient. ”

The student made a note of it. Zhi Zhenzhen smiled faintly, stepped out of the threshold, his eyes swept over the clear blue sky and white clouds above, and his heart moved slightly.

He didn't immediately go to find Lao Ma, but turned around a few circles in the Hou Mansion, and then went straight to Wenyuan Pavilion.

Entering the library, he walked to the bookshelf of the last time and went to pick up "Heaven and Earth Hunting" by Anonymous. Unexpectedly, after searching for a long time, I didn't find this book.

Zhi Hunt was really stunned for a moment, he remembered very clearly, the third golden-patterned camphor bookshelf on the left of the north, the fourth row on the top, the eighth from the left, and a layer of transparent musk flower yarn to prevent insects and absorb moisture, how could the book disappear inexplicably?

After a moment's thought, he searched through the rest of the bookshelves, but still found nothing. I asked the guards guarding the door of Wenyuan Pavilion again, and confirmed that no one had entered Wenyuan Pavilion except himself.

The book really disappeared.

Zhijia Zhen thought about it, and his heart was suspicious, and he involuntarily paced to the bookshelf, and looked through it again with all his attention.

Occasionally, the eyes glanced at the bottom of the original display of the book, and there seemed to be a small patch the size of a fingernail with a dark color.

Zhi Hunt Zhen carefully looked at the deep spot for a while, scratched his fingers, and then stepped forward, sniffed deeply, and actually smelled a trace of hot burning.

Zhi Hunt's heart jumped.

It's Thundermarks!