The autumn wind is gradually rising, raising a place of wind and snow.

Not long after the first sunshine, the sky turned cloudy again, and dark clouds overwhelmed the city.

In Beiliang City, in front of the Moon Tower.

The old and the young in the game, the winner and the loser were finally divided on the chessboard.

It is best to fall a white child, and the white python will go against the trend and eventually swallow the black dragon.

The ancient battlefield collapsed, pulling the two back to the real world.

Jiang Xiaoman only felt a sweetness in his throat, and his body staggered and sat in the snow.

Then, a mottled red welled up from his mouth.

The silver ground is dotted with a few bewitching red plums.

"Ginger worm!"

Ji Xiaoyue hurriedly stepped forward to help the young man, her big eyes were full of anxiety.

Raising his hand and rubbing the head of the little girl who was clutching his arm tightly at this moment, Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but smile lightly, slowly stood up and said, "It's not in the way, it's just that the mind is a little lost, and it's okay to eat some food." ”

"But, but you vomited blood. Ji Xiaoyue was not at ease, and hugged Jiang Xiaoman's arm tightly, for fear that as soon as she let go of the young man, she would fall down again.

The old man, who claimed to be a chess demon, stretched out his dry hand like rotten wood and stroked it forward, only to see that the black and white sons on the dilapidated chessboard had disappeared.

Faintly, there seemed to be a python roaring echoing in the void.

Like a white python hissing, more like a Kyushu dragon.

The chess demon smiled heartily, threw out a white jade pot, and his voice was slightly choked: "Little brother of the Jiang family, if he arrives in Northern Qin in the future, remember to come to my Hunting Immortal Mountain to sit down, and my Hunting Immortal Mountain Lord will serve tea and warm wine to welcome him." This pot is famous for cutting immortals, and it contains Qiankun that can trap and kill the opponent invisibly, which is counted as the head of this hand talk. It is the same old master as the Zhuxian on your waist in the past, and since you are the sword master of the Zhuxian in this world, I believe that you will naturally not let the immortal be dusted. ”

A mouthful of blood spit out, Jiang Xiaoman was clear in his heart, only to feel that the dantian was majestic and turbulent, as if he was about to break through the acquired barrier and step into the innate omen.

"Kill the immortals?" Raising his hand to catch the white jade pot, Jiang Xiaoman's expression was slightly stunned, only to feel that the ancient sword sword on his waist was faintly condensed with sword intent, and it was wrapped around the white jade pot body in his palm along his arm like a substance.

Although the sword intent is cold, there is not the slightest trace of evil energy, it is actually full of joy, just like an old friend who has met after a long absence.

The white jade pot did not move like a mountain, and there was no response, like a frost fairy, as if it did not appreciate it.

"This Immortal Slashing Jade Pot seems to be a little cold!" Jiang Xiaoman shrugged his shoulders, flicked the hilt of the Immortal Sword on his waist, and joked.

The chess demon put the broken chessboard with missing horns into his sleeve, looked at the young man with his hands behind his back, smiled, and said softly: "Little brother of the Jiang family, this pot was injured by following the old master in the past, and it must be warmed with the world's fine wine for a hundred years before it can be recovered." ”

"A hundred years! such a long time!" Ji Xiaoyue seemed to be afraid of this old man with gray eyes, and when she saw the chess demon, she couldn't help but hide behind Jiang Xiaoworm again, poked out her little head and puffed out her mouth and said cowardly: "Won't they all become old men and old ladies by then!"

The chess demon pointed between his eyes, and then regained his clarity, his pupils were like ink, black and white clearly did not see the slightest vicissitudes of his old age, and his withered skin gradually became smooth and full.

In an instant, Fang Cai, who was just a chess demon with the image of a rickety little old man, turned into a gentle middle-aged Confucian student.

Wearing a hat and a hat, a three-foot beautiful beard, standing in the snow, with a graceful bearing, there is no trace of drooping old age.

He looked at the little girl, shook his head and smiled lightly, and said, "Hehe, if you cultivate to become a Venerable, you can stay young and live for three hundred years." If you become a prince, your longevity can be increased to 500 years. Xiao Nizi has such a good foundation, and her qualifications are not inferior to the little brother of the Jiang family, if she can not be lazy and willing to cultivate hard, the God King can be expected to be in the realm, and you are afraid of getting old?"

"I'm not lazy!" Ji Xiaoyue buried her head on Jiang Xiaoworm's back with some weakness and muttered quietly.

The chess demon sat cross-legged against the wall on the snow, put his hands on his knees, and said to himself: "The old man used to have an old friend, who was born in the Beihai Xuanyuan Ji clan. ”

After that, glancing at the little girl hiding behind the young man, the chess demon said with some meaning: "Beihai Xuanyuan Hill has been a place of dragons and phoenixes since ancient times. ”

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but move in his heart, looking at the jade pot in his hand and frowning slightly, Ji Xiaoyue didn't even mention her name from beginning to end.

How did this chess demon know the origin of the little girl?

As if he saw the young man's thoughts, the chess demon picked up a ball of snow and rubbed his cheeks lightly in his hand, and said with a smile: "My old friend, the famous Ji has no regrets." ”

At this moment, Ji Xiaoyue, who was hiding behind Jiang Xiaoman, always felt that this name seemed to have been heard somewhere, frowned and thought for a long time, and couldn't help muttering: "Ji Wuregret, it seems to be my grandfather?"

"The Immortal Slashing Pot has been kept in my Immortal Hunting Mountain for ninety-nine years and nine months, and in another three months, the sleeping soul will be restored to its original state. The chess demon smiled noncommittally, looked up at Jiang Xiaoman, took out an ancient book from his bosom and handed it to the young man, and chuckled: "Little brother of the Jiang family, the utensils have spirits, this is the method of warmth, you take care of it." ”

took the ancient scroll, looked down and saw that there were four words on it in the ancient seal book, 'cutting the immortal Yunling'.

The words are like their people, horizontally and vertically, all of which hide the mood of the person who wrote the pen.

Although the four characters are domineering, they are not peaceful.

It's hard to believe that the two extremes are the work of the same person.

"Senpai?"

When he looked up again, the chess demon who was sitting cross-legged in the snow like a mountain was gone.

There was not a trace left in the snow, and even the position where the chess demon stood was as smooth as ever, silver and white.

It's as if there is no such person in the world.

"Ginger worm, I'm hungry. The little girl still hid behind the boy, gently tugged at the boy's sleeve, and whispered.

"I'm also a little hungry when you say that!" Jiang Xiaoman shook his head, rubbed the little girl's head with a smile, and no longer entangled in the whereabouts of the old man who claimed to be a chess demon, and remembered the old Taoist who Fan Cheng met by chance for no reason.

If you want to come to the masters, they are like this, they come and go without a trace.

From the last son falling into the chessboard, until now, Xiao Ying was like a stone sculpture, one hand caressing the hilt of Chixiao's sword, and she was panicked, without saying a word.

Jiang Xiaoman walked up to Miss Xiao who was in a daze, shook his hand and said, "Hey, what do you want?"

"I didn't ...... Didn't think about anything. Pulled back to reality by the young man, the girl surnamed Xiao came back to her senses, looked at the little girl beside Jiang Xiaoman and pouted, smiled lightly, and quipped: "I'm just thinking, if I don't eat again, Xiaoyue's little belly should be hungry." ”

"How can it be so exaggerated!" Ji Xiaoyue's little face couldn't help but turn red, rubbed her little belly that was growling, and looked at Jiang Xiaoman pitifully with big eyes, "I want to eat rouge chicken, and I want to make wine and stuff osmanthus fish......"

These two dishes are both famous dishes of Beiliang, not only in the three states of the North, but also in the entire Southern Regions.

The little girl who is inspired to taste the world's food and learn the world's food has been talking about it for a long time.

As she spoke, Ji Xiaoyue couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"Got it, got it!"

Jiang Xiaoman smiled and led the two girls towards the crowded Moon Tower not far away.

Coincidentally, the three of them entered the Moon Tower, and it snowed outside the house again.

Looking at the little girl who pulled Xiao Ying straight to the second floor with great interest, Jiang Xiaoman's mouth raised slightly and raised his hand to beckon Xiao Er to order.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaoman felt something, only to feel that someone behind him was silently watching, and turned his head to look outside the building but there was no one to see, and he didn't realize that he had just been influenced by the chess demon predecessor and had an illusion.

turned around and ordered good food and drinks, took out a silver ticket from his bosom and handed it to the small second-hand in the building, and walked towards the stairs on the second floor.

Until the young man's figure disappeared into the building, two figures slowly emerged on the ridge of the roof not far from the building.

One of them, dressed in a cloak and wearing a hat, was hunched on his back.

It is the chess demon who restores the image of the old man.

The other person, dressed in white clothes, white robes, white hair and white eyebrows, only a pair of pupils between his eyes were as black as ink, his clothes were better than snow, and he had a verdant bamboo and wooden sword tied around his waist.

Although the face is not handsome, it can be unforgettable.

Because, even if you are acquainted, you can't tell his age at all.

It's okay to say he's thirty years old, or forty years old.

If he was only twenty years old, some people would believe him.

The two stood on either side of the high wall, one in front of the other.

"Chess Demon Han Li, we haven't seen each other for a long time. ”

The white-eyed and white-haired man looked at the little old man who was lying in front of him and spoke softly.

"The Great Governor of the Three Prefectures of Great Xia and the Northern Land of Great Xia, Feng Qing Xiao. The chess demon shook off the wind and snow on his body, did not turn around, took out the smoke pot and lit it and smashed it twice, he couldn't help coughing violently, but he still laughed and said: "It's been a long time since I saw you, and I should have a good day?" ”

"When did you start to feel sad? This is not like what you old devil should say. "Let the wind and snow fall on his body, the corners of the man's mouth called 'Fengqing Xiao' by the chess demon were slightly upturned, and as soon as his palm was flipped, a verdant wine jug was held in his hand, and he took a sip of the pot stopper, and then threw it at the chess demon.

Taking the wine jug, the chess demon raised his neck and drank it all, raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth, his voice was a little low, "This person, when you get older, you will inevitably be sentimental, and you are afraid of death, thinking that you will never come to see your old friends again, and some people are afraid that they will never see each other again in their lives." ”

"I heard about Brother Liu. After being silent for a long time, the white-robed Fengqing Xiao slowly spoke, "This time, Brother Han came to my Beiliang City for the sake of that child named Liu Ruyi, right?"

The chess demon sighed softly, threw the wine jug back to Feng Qingxiao, and said in a low voice: "That Fengxian Guqin, only the descendants of the Liu family can caress it, and on the Hunting Immortal Mountain, the Qin Demon is indispensable." ”

Nodding, Feng Qingxiao seemed to remember something interesting, looking at the little old man in front of him, he couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Fang Cai, I watched you play against my Daxia Jiang clan's little Suzaku, it seems that you have lost? ”

"Losing is losing, it's not a big deal. This little Vermilion Bird of the Jiang family won "Peach Blossom Spring", with purple qi from the east and a pure heart, he will surely soar to the sky one day. The chess demon's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the Moon Tower not far in front of him, and said with some relief: "Winning or losing is just an inch, there are three thousand red dust in this world on the way home, but I am not lonely in Kyushu." Every 10,000 years, there will be a white python to descend into the world, swallow the extraterritorial evil Jiao, reflect the heavens and stars, and enter the Nine Heavens to slaughter immortals, and the lower can enter the Nine Shadows to punish demons. ”

"Yes, Kyushu is not lonely. Feng Qing Xiao was slightly stunned, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "There are white pythons in Kyushu that swallow black pythons, but there have also been white pythons in Chixiao." I don't know what will happen in this life......"

Outside Beiliang City, an old monk in a white robe led a small monk into the city slowly.

The old monk was unusually burly, holding a string of Bodhi prayer beads, with a wisp of goat's beard under his chin, and was born with a vajra appearance.

The little monk is only seven or eight years old, with a fleshy face, white and clean, and very delicate eyebrows.

It's just that Fang was about to enter the city, and it happened to be snowfalling.

The old monk stopped, stopped, looked up at the sky, and recited the Buddha's name.

"Master, why don't you leave?"

The little monk looked at the old monk and scratched his head, he was missing a front tooth in his mouth, and his speech was a little leaky.

"Don't go into the city, the old bastard surnamed Han has done a rare good deed, and this time I'll spare his life. The old monk stroked his goatee, touched his apprentice's little bald head, and said with a smile: "Yizen, I am happy for the master today, wait for a while to return to the 'Lion Forest', and accompany the master to drink two cups?"

"Master, how do I remember the Bodhi free wine distributed to you in the temple, and the last jar was drunk by you a few days ago?"

The old monk flicked the little monk's bald head with his fingers, and scolded with a smile: "You little bald donkey, Master's name is Zhengda Guangna, when will the monks commit that theft?"

"The white python phase, the vermilion bird body, is really God bless Kyushu. ”

Turning around and glancing at Beiliang City behind him, the old monk whispered to himself.

Immediately, he took the little monk's hand and stepped straight forward, walked into the void and disappeared.