Tang Ling didn't expect Cheng Yanjin to automatically send it to the door at this time: "Oh? Are you sure?"

"Nonsense! In the past, the people of the world often repeated an old saying: As a general, you should move forward bravely, you should advance in the face of difficulties, and you should not be afraid of a strong enemy! Lao Tzu has been crisscrossing the battlefield for decades, don't you know the truth that once the military order is issued, it is difficult for a horse to chase after him?

With generous words, Cheng Yanjin said it righteously and awe-inspiringly, which made Tang Ling rarely feel a little admiration: "Since that's the case, come on." ”

After that, he flicked it with one hand, and the chessboard pieces that Wang Yueyao and Ning Xin had just packed had been shifted between him and Cheng Yanjin.

"Hmph, stinky boy, take a good look at how Lao Tzu kills you without leaving a piece of armor. ”

After Cheng Biting Jin was not angry, he had already taken a sunspot and slapped it on the chessboard.

A moment passed.

Tang Ling left the last son, and sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, there is no piece of armor left." ”

Cheng bites the golden tiger staring at the endgame in front of him, intending to have a seizure, but he doesn't have that kind of cheek.

"Next, do you want to win two out of three?"

A simple inquiry, full of ridicule.

In terms of chess game attainments, Cheng Yanjin was naturally impatient, and he didn't like such heart-nourishing things on weekdays, so he naturally couldn't match Tang Ling. It's just that he was provoked by the other party's smoke and rain, and he couldn't swallow his anger no matter what, and it was inevitable to continue the game. In this way, he has been defeated and defeated repeatedly, and he doesn't know how many games he has lost, so he threw the chess pieces in his hand: "No, you kid has extraordinary chess skills and is good at scheming." This kind of self-inflicted humiliation, Lao Tzu will never do it again!"

"Hehe, you just can't calm your mind. What's more, it is nonsense to say that I am good at scheming. ”

After Tang Ling chuckled, he cleaned up the chessboard and put another piece on it. This time, he was playing against himself.

Cheng Yanjin blinked: "Stinky boy, what are you doing?"

"I just haven't played against myself in a long time, and my hands are itchy for a while. ”

"I think you are lonely in your heart, and you can't let go. ”

After Cheng Yanjin's evaluation, he was lying flat on the deck. At this time, Ning Xin and Yanyu had already moved to other places with Wang Yueyao to meditate, and there was no one around him except Tang Ling, so naturally he would not make any moves to maintain his image. Even the little guy swaggered out, breathing and letting off steam.

"How long is it until your first step?"

Suddenly, Cheng Yanjin asked Tang Ling in a different tone.

The first to answer was the voice of the fallen son.

Then, Tang Ling spoke briefly: "It's almost there." ”

"Before you take your final step, remember to drink with me for three days and three nights. ”

"Do you want to celebrate with a watch?"

"For me, I don't see anything to celebrate. Cheng Yanjin scoffed at Tang Ling's statement, "But the last step must also be your most difficult step, and it is more appropriate to say that it is practiced for you." ”

"I feel the same way. ”

"It's good to know. Cheng Yanjin sat up again, "Having said that, I don't know if my unscrupulous descendants will be able to take that step before you take the last step?"

The voice of the falling son stopped abruptly, and Tang Ling was slightly curious about Cheng Biting Jin's natural self-talk: "What are you referring to?"

"Haha, let me sell it first. ”

Cheng Yanjin pretended to be unfathomable, and only swept his gaze lightly over the tea set beside Tang Ling without a trace.

Tang Ling noticed Cheng Biting Jin's small move, but continued to indulge in the chess game. However, with the black and white attack and defense, the power of the Sage began to gradually overflow from his thin body, showing the heroic appearance of the legend of the Fengyun King back then. Cheng Yanjin was the closest to him, and he had already noticed it for the first time, and couldn't help but say curiously: "Stinky boy, have you recovered your strength?"

"It should be said that this is the last warning given to me by the Locking Spirit Pattern, urging me to go back as soon as possible. Tang Ling put down the chess pieces and carefully studied his hands.

On the two palms that were supposed to guide the world and make it rise and fall, I don't know when it was crawling with dense cracks, and when the breeze blew, a lot of debris fell off and fell, and then turned into dust and disappeared.

Cheng Yanjin didn't understand the details, but from the immediate vision, he had faintly noticed that something was wrong: "These falling off crumbs, I'm afraid they are the lock spirit patterns in your mouth, right?"

"Yes. Tang Ling's eyes never opened, "Since I was freed from the Six Realms Trapped Spirit Array, it has been suppressing my cultivation due to stimulation, but it is actually consuming my own lifespan. Now, if I remain in the mortal world, I am afraid that it will not be long before it will disintegrate on its own and no longer limit me. ”

Hearing Tang Ling's explanation, Cheng Yanjin opened his mouth with joy: "Isn't this a good thing?"

"The Creation Sage descended to the mortal world, and if he did not take precautions first, his every move would involve everything in the world. At that time, the sky will fall apart and the apocalyptic catastrophe will be the inevitable result. It is even more difficult to imagine what tragic things will happen during this period. Tang Ling laughed self-deprecatingly, "I thought that my pace would be too fast and it would be difficult for you to keep up, but I didn't expect this lock spirit pattern to think that I was walking too slowly." ”

"You all-powerful people are trouble—how much time is left?"

"A little stubbornness, I should be able to win two or three years, if I continue to delay, I'm afraid they will come down and arrest me in person, right?"

"Two or three years?" Cheng Yanjin thought carefully, "At your current pace, it won't take you more than a month to clean up the Heng clan mess, and there shouldn't be any need to prepare for the follow-up for so long, right?"

Tang Ling said: "I don't dare to guarantee." ”

At this time, there was a sound of soft footsteps not far away, and it was Wang Yueyao who settled down and calmed down, and returned to Tang Ling's side.

Cheng Yanjin's face suddenly showed a little disappointment, and he had already taken out a jar of old wine again and drank it proudly. Tang Ling obviously didn't want Wang Yueyao to know more about it, so before she sat down, she casually searched for another topic: "It seems that those cultivators below have a good understanding, and in less than two days, they have already analyzed the Heavenly Finger seven or eight points completely. ”

"Hmph, it took two whole days, and the harvest is not as good as Ning Xin's comprehension in half an hour, and I don't see what understanding they have. Cheng Yanjin stopped swallowing slightly, just to refute Tang Ling's emotion.

Wang Yueyao covered her mouth and snickered: "Lu Guogong, you are deliberately belittling them." After all, Ning Xin is protected by the Heavenly Eye of the Spiritual Source, and has been nourished by the spiritual mist to nourish his body and mind, and his comprehension alone can leave ordinary cultivators far away. What's more, she also has the origin of the gods and demons, and her comprehension of the Heavenly Finger also has a lot of advantages over those cultivators?"

Tang Ling had refocused on the chessboard at this time, and took advantage of a gap to give instructions to Wang Yueyao: "No matter how good they are, it is only a matter of time before they completely dissect the first form of the Heavenly Finger, and then Yueyao, you will go down to make an end to this conference and set the leader of the cultivation path." ”