After pondering for a long time, the white-robed man indifferently played with the chess piece in his hand and said with a smile:

"The master is good at chess, and this seat is ashamed of himself. ”

The Mai Taoist made a meditation machine, and said without sorrow or joy:

"The layman praised falsely, the old man is only half of the layman, if it weren't for the layman's distraction, the old man may not be able to win. ”

The white-robed man looked up to the sky and laughed, and said:

"A victory is a victory, and the master does not have to be humble. I'm afraid that the only one in this world who can surpass this seat is the master!"

The old monk was not arrogant or impatient, and recited the Dharma name:

"Amitayus Buddha, why do lay people take victory and defeat so seriously, what is the victory, what is the defeat?

The empty eyes of the white-robed man gradually became a little angry, and he said coldly:

"The master is right, counting the time, the master's time should be running out. ”

"Amitayus Buddha, there is life, there is naturally death, and sooner or later everyone needs to face death. The old monk was not angry, and there was still no sorrow or joy.

"Hehe, if the master leaves, there will be only one person left in this heaven and earth, and who will be able to balance this seat at that time?" the white-robed man sneered.

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly and fell silent.

"This seat has been guarding the immortal gate here for tens of thousands of years under the orders of the immortals, and I have seen a lot of all kinds of characters, but I have seen two people like the master who can obviously soar, but he still doesn't want to go to the immortal realm!"

"One of those two is a Hongchen Immortal who is greedy for Hongchen and does not want to be bound by the laws of the Immortal Dao, and the other is a pretentious and high-minded immortal, I don't know which kind of master he belongs to?"

The white-robed man played with the delicate chess piece in his hand and smiled.

The old monk shrugged his head, as if he was in a state of flux.

The white-robed man was not annoyed when he saw this, and still said to himself:

"The world envies those immortals who are high above, but they still can't escape the constraints of the rules after becoming immortals.

"The only difference between immortals and mortals is that they can live a little longer, but they will still die like mortals, and the immortals who have died in the hands of laymen in these tens of thousands of years may not be a thousand but eight hundred, right?"

"Hehe, the master only knows one thing, this seat is ordered by the Immortal Emperor to suppress this world, the Immortal Emperor is absolutely open, and mortals are not allowed to become immortals, this seat is just acting on orders, the immortal life is endless, and the immortal world can no longer accommodate so many immortals!" the white-robed man sighed.

The old monk fell silent at one point.

After a long time, he slowly got up, saluted the white-robed man, and said:

"Now that the dust has settled, the old monk will stop bothering the layman, retire!"

With that, he got up and left.

The white-robed man stared at the chessboard in front of him, played with the jade chess piece in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Hehe, who is in charge of the son and who is the chess, it is still unknown!"

......

The words are divided into two ends.

Qi Yunshan, Zhang Miao was hit in the head by a plan of lightning, and the whole person fell into a state of fainting.

[Warning! Warning!]

[Time is running out of time!]

The cold prompt sound of the system sounded in his mind, but Zhang Miao couldn't control his body at this time.

In a white world, Zhang Miao lay quietly.

"Wake up!"

A majestic voice lingered in his ears, and Zhang Miao woke up slowly.

Hiss –

It hurts!

Holding her head, the severe pain made Zhang Miao unable to think at all.

"Little friend!"

The majestic voice echoed in his ears, and Zhang Miao gradually regained a trace of clarity.

Where am I?

"This is my sea of knowledge, and it is also your sea of knowledge!"

Knowing the sea?

What is my knowledge of the sea and your knowledge of the sea?

What does this mean?

"Don't panic, little friend, and listen to this seat to solve your doubts!"

A white-haired old man wearing a purple immortal robe slowly appeared in front of Zhang Miao.

Zhang Miao was startled and looked carefully at the mysterious white-bearded old man in front of him.

Why does this man look so familiar?

I'll go!

Isn't this me!Or is it Ye Huayang?

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is really talented, and this seat is Ye Huayang!" the old man looked at Zhang Miao with a smile.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Zhang Miao was shocked.

"Because this is our sea of knowledge, now both of us are consciousness bodies, and we can make friends without opening our mouths!" the old man helped his long beard and smiled.

"You... Aren't you dead?" Zhang Miao looked at the old man in front of him in horror.

"Strictly speaking, this seat is indeed dead, and now this seat is just a virtual divine consciousness formed by the system. The old man sighed and said.

"How do you know the system?" Hearing the old man mention the system, Zhang Miao secretly became vigilant, after all, this is his biggest hole card, even Ye Hongyuan and Zhang Miao have never revealed the slightest.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou didn't think you brought this system, did you?" said the old man playfully.

Isn't it?

"Xiaoyou doesn't know that this system was obtained by accident when this seat went out to travel, and it is precisely because of this system that this seat ended up like this. The old man said with a wry smile.

"What!" Zhang Miao was shocked.

Zhang Miao has always thought that he is an extremely lucky person, and his own system is simply the chosen one, but he never thought that the owner of this system turned out to be Ye Huayang himself.

"Xiaoyou don't have to be shocked, when this seat accidentally obtained the system, before he could understand it, he sat down, but this seat was unwilling, when he was dying, the system preserved a trace of consciousness in this seat, and searched for the soul of Xiaoyou from the world, and used the system to pull the soul of Xiaoyou in when he didn't do it, so that the body of this seat would not die!" said the old man with a smug face.

What the!

After a long time, I actually came to this world like this!

Zhang Miao suddenly became annoyed, and stared at the old man who was angry.

"Xiaoyou don't have to be angry, Xiaoyou has already died, if it weren't for Xiaoyou's luck to be found by this seat, it may have disappeared at this time!" the old man said flatly.

Zhang Miao nodded slightly.

This old man is not bad, he woke up and died suddenly, and he can't blame anyone.

At this thought, Zhang Miao's anger disappeared.

"Then what's the situation now, do you want to get your body back?" After thinking about it, Zhang Miao asked worriedly.

"Xiaoyou don't have to worry, this seat has already said that this seat is dead, and there is no Ye Huayang in this world, only Zhang Miao, this seat is just a group of consciousness. The old man sighed and said.

Zhang Miao frowned and asked, "That..."

"Xiaoyou, don't ask first, when you get through the current crisis, you relax your consciousness, don't panic, and this seat will solve Xiaoyou's confusion later!" The old man hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt Zhang Miao's words.

Zhang Miao, who was constantly falling downward, suddenly opened her eyes suddenly, and her momentum suddenly changed.

Roar:

"Bell!"