Ten years are gone.

Because Ning Junxi's body is constantly improving these days, he no longer needs a skeleton to pull it, and he can get out of the bronze coffin by himself, but he still needs the skeleton to open the coffin board.

Early in the morning, Ning Junxi jumped out of the bronze coffin on time, and when he landed, he saw that the skeleton was already sitting at the chess table, twisting the black and white pieces and falling one by one.

It looks like this senior is going to check his homework.

Ning Junxi rubbed his head, a little worried. In the past few days, I remember that he was dizzy, and his head was full of boxy, horizontal and vertical, and a mess of paste.

He walked over and sat down across from him, and sure enough, there was a game of chess in front of him.

Looking at those sons early in the morning, Ning Junxi suddenly felt that the whole person was in a mess.

Then, he heard the skeleton say lightly, "Fall!"

Ning Junxi took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and began to rummage through the chess game in his head.

Little monster, Xiaoqing and Little Fox were already standing on the edge of the table, trying not to get in the way, and at this time they also stretched their necks to look curiously, although the three little guys probably didn't even understand what they were looking at.

Today, the sun is shining, and the morning sun is gradually warm and warm from dazzling, and then it has reached the top of the head.

Ning Jun regretted that he didn't lose a son, so he watched the chess game for a long time.

The skeleton didn't rush him, and put one hand against his forehead, as if he was napping.

A piece of red plum was blown by the wind and fell faintly on the chess game, the petals were slightly warped, and the morning dew was clear.

Ning Junxi's eyes lit up slightly, and then fell on the petals, and the dew leached out of the edges.

Half of the deadlock was overcome.

The skeleton didn't look up, but it twisted the white son and fell with it.

The whole world is alive.

Ning Jun scratched his head, thought for a while, and left another son.

Half of the wall collapsed!

The skeleton looked up at Ning Junxi, then fell again, got up and left, but the faint words spread, "Continue tomorrow." ”

Leaving Ning Junxi alone in front of him to freeze again, stunned.

In the next thirty years, Ning Junxi spent almost all of his time thinking about how to break the game and how to survive a few more times under the skeleton, but with little success.

The skeleton didn't have any attitude towards this, and was willing to let Ning Junxi go around with two more sons, and it was more that the three sons and two sons beat Ning Junxi back to their original form, and then

Lightly dropped a sentence and continued tomorrow, and I didn't know where to run.

This made Ning Junxi more and more distressed.

Even if the skeleton reprimanded him twice, he would feel better, but the skeleton didn't say anything, and Ning Junxi felt more and more sorry for it.

Time is like quicksand in a funnel, passing before you know it, and a year is in the blink of an eye.

There is no four seasons in the burial world, and the red plum is not declining all year round.

Ning Junxi has actually been very curious, the plum blossoms in the funeral world are withering every day, why is there no end of the day?

It's just that, day after day, the red plums in the plum forest are always like fire, even if the branches are covered with snow, they are still bright and dazzling.

After a year of precipitation, Ning Junxi can sit at the chess table very calmly for at least a day, and he will not be uncomfortable, but he is still a stinky chess basket.

Saying that he is lazy, he occasionally thinks about how to fall when he sits by the stream in a daze, and when he walks around in the merlin, he will deduce the chess game, even in the bronze coffin, his mind is full of chessboards, which is already considered to be his best, but in the convenience of chess, he is like an elm head, dead or alive.

Therefore, Ning Junxi became more and more unaware of how he left the impression that he had a wide chess path in the old man and Uncle Xiao Qi.

In the early morning of this day, there was another snow dance.

Ning Junxi and the skeleton played seven pieces this time, and the chess game was stiff again.

Ning Junxi looked up at the skeleton, helplessly thinking that this senior was going to drop a sentence to continue tomorrow, and then disappeared.

But this time, the skeleton didn't move, just stared at Ning Junxi.

The skeleton didn't move, and Ning Jun didn't move subconsciously.

The goose feathers and heavy snow gradually covered the pieces on the chessboard, and it was snow-white.

The skeleton suddenly lowered its head and picked up the chess pieces one by one into the chess box.

Ning Junxi was stunned for a moment, in this year, the skeleton never cleaned up the chessboard, but today it was suddenly cleaned up, which made Ning Junxi a little confused.

"I'll start practicing the sword technique tomorrow. The skeleton finished cleaning up the chess pieces, put the chess box back under the table, and the snow on the table swept away, and said lightly.

Ning Jun blinked, is this not learning chess?

Then, instead of being relieved, he smiled bitterly.

For a period of time after that, Merlin was full of sword energy from time to time.

The plum petals are floating with sword energy, the snowflakes are flying with sword energy, and the wind is also mixed with sword energy.

Qinglian sword trick is a kind of Taoist sword trick, emphasizing inaction, quietness, and birth

Cultivating into the World Sword coincides with Ning Junxi's state of mind, and in addition, the Qinglian Sword Technique is not limited by the realm of cultivation, and where to go depends on personal efforts and understanding, so Ning Junxi's progress is very fast.

It's just that Ning Junxi still hasn't touched the threshold of the second realm of the Sword Realm.

Long before Ning Junxi went out of the snow field to run a wine shop, the old white bear in the Void Cave clearly told Ning Junxi that the foundation of the first realm of his sword realm was very strong.

Li Qiubai also told Ning Junxi that the first realm was barely qualified, and with this old man's harsh eyes, the barely qualified in his mouth naturally meant that he could already enter his eyes.

Therefore, it stands to reason that as long as Ning Junxi determines why he wants to hold a sword, entering the second realm of the sword realm should be a matter of course.

But now, Ning Junxi is stuck in place, and it is difficult to move forward.

He had a pimple in his heart, but he didn't even know what it was.

The skeleton's guidance to Ning Junxi was still only a two-time glance from the side, and the occasional move with Ning Junxi was also up to the point, and then left silently.

One person and one skeleton have become silent at any time, and they each have heavy thoughts and hardships in their hearts, and they are unwilling to confide.

In the heavy snowfall, another year passed.

Ning Junxi pointed his fingers and thought that he was actually twenty-three years old, but he didn't know how old he was outside.

When he first woke up, he wanted to go out, and he couldn't rest assured, Sisi, he was a little sorry for Honglian, I don't know if the old man would worry about him, but the seniors didn't speak, and he couldn't help it, he didn't even know how to get in.

When I looked up, I saw snowflakes in my eyes, and the wind blew like a mess, which confused people's minds.

He sighed softly, then swept away with his sword.

The next moment, in the snow, green lotuses exploded.

The sword qi raged, stirring up the wind and snow.

The mess withers with the flowers.

In the distance, under the red plum tree, the skeleton stands quietly and looks into the distance.

In the skeleton's mind, there is a young man, sword energy, snow color, and red plum.

Suddenly, the sword qi was exhausted, and the green lotus was completely eliminated.

The ordinary sword silently split the petals of the flower, but the entire plum tree not far away fell waist-high in an instant.

Ning Junxi glanced at the plum tree, without the slightest joy, sighed softly, and walked away with his sword.

The skeleton withdrew its gaze, looked up at the sky, looked at the world, and sighed faintly.