After saying this, the expression on Jiang Fenghan's face was very light, he looked at the clearly distinguished old age spots on the face of the old man Sandou and the white hair on his head, and inexplicably remembered the current season. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Winter is the end of the year and the end of all things, the cold and cold have killed countless immature lives, and also given the opportunity for all things to change. As winter turns to spring, life will usher in a new life, and eternity will flourish again.

Like the weather, there are four seasons in life, and it is clear that the old man has come to the last season of his life. But unlike the four seasons, after his winter, there will be no spring, and he will close his eyes on a bitterly cold night and never open them again.

This is the way of heaven.

The old man Sandou held the chess pieces in his hand, gently put the chess pieces on the chessboard, and was not angry at Jiang Fenghan's words, he had already seen his fate clearly, so he said very calmly: "The old man has been fighting all his life, if he can be killed in the end, he will have a beginning and an end, and he will die well, just like the shroud of the horse leather of the general of a hundred battles, which is the most appropriate destination." ”

From the moment the two began to speak, they each held a chess piece, faced each other, and sat and talked.

As he spoke, he had already made dozens of moves in a row, as if nearly half of the endgame had been played in this game, and the remaining half of the falling array had already been in the minds of the two of them.

The wind rubbed the leaves in the forest, and in the cold sound a few leaves fell on the chessboard.

Jiang Fenghan landed the temperament in his hand in the middle of the sky, looked up at the old man Sandou and said calmly: "I won." ”

The old man of Sandou laughed, the sheepskin robe on his body kept swinging because of the excessive movement, he wiped it casually, and the chess pieces on the chessboard like stars and clouds were all embedded in the table made of heavy sandalwood, as if they had been poured with molten iron, and they could not be moved.

"In this game of chess, you did win, but in the next game of chess, guess where the old man will fall?" The old man of Sandou pointed to the Go board and asked with an indifferent smile.

Jiang Fenghan raised his head, there were still leaves falling on the trees above his head, he caught a fallen leaf with his hand, stroked the leaf stem with his hand, his eyes refocused on the chessboard, and said lightly: "I guess it will be in Jiangcheng." ”

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Song Qiu and Erlang Shen slowly paced back to Jinguan Academy step by step.

In this battle, Song Qiu was stabbed by Qingxiazi's sword in one hand, lost consciousness, and his whole body was also soreness and pain due to excessive strength, and it was difficult to exert strength. However, it is gratifying that after this battle, Song Qiu felt that he had gained a lot, and he had a lot of new ideas in the use of hostile battles and the use of aura in his body.

Erlang God walked in front of Song Qiu, in order to take care of Song Qiu's speed, he also walked very slowly, and on the mountain road down the mountain, he suddenly said: " The too abundant sun aura and Taiyin aura in your body have been consumed by most of this battle, and the remaining small part has also blended with each other under pressure and been thoroughly digested by the body. ”

After Erlang God said this, Song Qiu found that his realm had been stabilized at the lower level of foundation building, which was really an unexpected joy.

The speed of the two was very slow, so when they returned to the dormitory building of Jinguan Academy, the sky was already a little cloudy.

Pushing the door into the dormitory, the two were stunned to find that there were two Daozhen monks in the room, sitting and lying down.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the Daozhen monk who was sitting opened his eyes, looked at Song Qiu's awkward posture, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It seems that there is really a problem on Qingcheng Mountain." ”

Although this was a result that had been guessed a long time ago, now seeing Song Qiu's appearance, Daozhen Monk finally confirmed his guess.

Song Qiu carefully recounted what had happened, and Monk Daozhen nodded, bowing his head and thinking about something.

Turning his eyes to the burly Daozhen monk lying motionless on the bed, Song Qiu frowned and asked, "Why did you come here and occupy Master Daozhen's bed?"

Daohu opened his eyes and bewitched Song Qiu for a moment, then closed his eyes and snorted twice.

Looking at the tiger spirit on the bed who was about to die, and seeing the disgraced face on the face of Monk Daozhen, Song Qiu suddenly understood that the Jinguan Academy must have also experienced a battle to the death.

Monk Daozhen looked at Song Qiu and Daohu's expressions, and asked in surprise, "Have you seen it?"

As soon as the words fell, the red panda that was wrapped in Song Qiu's clothes woke up from his sleep in a daze, the smart little guy knew that he could move freely at this time, poked out a round head from the collar of his clothes, rubbed his sleepy eyes with two meat paws, and after seeing the Daohu lying on the bed in front of him, he let out a happy "ahhh

"When I found Fat to eat, this tiger was with them. Song Qiu explained.

Monk Daozhen nodded and said, "It's called Daohu, and it plans to join me in the future." ”

Daohu, who was being eaten by fat and pulling his face with his meat paws, opened his eyes, because his mouth was slightly deformed by the red panda, and he said vaguely: "The five resources have become the slaves of Daozhen. ”

Funny looked at the tiger spirit who was ravaged under the claws of the red panda, and pondered for a while, Song Qiu also understood the meaning of the tiger.

Song Qiu's first consideration was not anything else, but looked at Daohu worriedly, thinking that there would be one more person for the return journey.

Life and death are the biggest events in life, and the matter of money is the second most important thing after life and death in Song Qiu's opinion.

As the saying goes, a penny is hard to beat a hero, and it may not be good to have money, but no money is a very painful thing.

It can be seen how important this is.

Thinking of the matter of money, Song Qiu remembered that there was still a preliminaries of the singles competition this morning.

With his only left hand, he struggled to change into a new set of clothes, put on his swimming gear, and prepared to go.

Erlang God glanced at him and asked, "You can still participate in the competition like this?"

Song Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to give me 300,000?"

When Erlang God heard Song Qiu's question, he suddenly became as if he hadn't heard it, his head was held high, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling above his head, as if a strange flower had grown there, and there was an ugly whistle in his mouth.

There's no way, the fairy family has no surplus food these days, they are all poor.