readx;? Hearing that it was an overseas casual cultivation, Chenkong's gaze suddenly relaxed, and he bowed his hand politely towards Wang Chuan, and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency why you are here?"

Why?

Wang Chuan looked at the barren ruins of the Heavenly Court that had been looted by himself now, but he was a little embarrassed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

You can't say you're here to scrape the ground, right?

However, there is one point, which makes Wang Chuan quite puzzled.

This heavenly sky came from thirty-three days away, and seeing that the heavenly court in front of him was like a ruin, he was actually indifferent?

Is the vision of people in this flood period so high? Seeing these fairy grass spirit trees, they are not moved at all?

But looking back, Wang Chuan instantly understood.

Thirty-three days away, what is the place?

Zixiao Palace.

Although Hongjun has not preached and has not yet established Zixiao Palace, the place where Zixiao Palace is located must be Hongjun's territory, and there are a lot of good things there.

This sky came from thirty-three days away, and it must be inextricably linked with Hongjun, otherwise, Hongjun would definitely not be able to let people stay there.

Wang Chuan's eyes suddenly became strange when he looked at Chenkong.

As the fourth disciple of Zixiao Palace Hongjun, he was called the fourth master by Haotianzun.

According to Haotian, the reason why he calls himself the fourth master is because he is the fourth disciple of Hongjun.

And according to what he knows, Yang Jian is the third disciple of Hongjun, so what about the other two?

The eldest disciple and the second disciple, but I have never heard Hongjun or Haotian mention it.

Could it be that this Chenkong is one of Hongjun's two disciples?

This is my own senior brother.

Although it is cheap brother.

Looking at Wang Chuan's strange gaze, Chen Kong suddenly became a little uncomfortable, and looked down, really unable to figure out why Wang Chuan looked at him with such a gaze.

"Ahem, Si Ming Shangxian, dare to ask what's wrong down there?"

Wang Chuan nodded, and couldn't help but say, "Yes, yes, that's right." ”

Then, Wang Chuan paused for a moment and said tentatively: "Brother Chenkong, dare to ask who the Venerable Master is and where he is?"

"Don't dare to be, in the lower master respects himself as the ancestor, and lives in the ...... thirty-three days away"

Wang Chuan slapped his head suddenly, stepped forward and held Chenkong's hand: "Brother...... Don't say anything, let's go, take me thirty-three days away. ”

Self-proclaimed ancestor, living thirty-three days away, this, it seems that there is only Hongjun, right?

Dare to guess correctly, this Chenkong is really his senior brother?

But I don't know why later generations have never heard of this guy's name.

It stands to reason that as Hongjun's disciple, he can at least cultivate to the realm of a saint, of course, Yang Jian doesn't count, that is Hongjun deliberately suppressing Yang Jian's cultivation level, so as to directly achieve the realm above the saint.

Could it be that this guy has fallen in the future? Because of that Ladder Covenant?

According to Wang Chuan's own estimate, I am afraid that this is the only possibility.

Otherwise, as a disciple of Hongjun, there is no reason why he has never shown up in the later life, and he has been to Zixiao Palace a few times, let alone seen it, or he has never heard of it.

The fire of gossip in Wang Chuan's heart was burning, and he suddenly wanted to find out what happened to Chenkong in the future, or rather, what happened to Chenkong.

When Chenkong heard that Wang Chuan thought of thirty-three days away, he was stunned, but he couldn't stand Wang Chuan's unfolding body method and speeding all the way, and he couldn't help but be dragged by Wang Chuan and flew away thirty-three days away.

"Shangxian, slow down......"

Thirty-three days away, it was dark all the way to Changhong, and it was dark now, two completely different scenes from the Zixiao Palace overflowing with fairy wind in later generations.

The compass of heaven and earth has not yet been opened up, but in the center, there is a small chessboard, and next to the chessboard, two figures sit and play against each other.

Wang Chuan and Chenkong came to the two of them, and Wang Chuan's eyes immediately widened.

As expected, one of them is Hongjun.

At this time, Hongjun looked very young, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and opposite Hongjun was an old man with fairy wind bones, two snow-white long eyebrows hanging straight on his chest, and now he was waiting for Hongjun to fall.

"Senior Hongjun, are you gambling with my master again?"

Chenkong was pulled by Wang Chuan and came to the two of them, but since he came to his master, he naturally had to speak.

But this sentence is the beginning of ridiculing Hongjun.

immediately thundered Wang Chuan.

"You're not Hongjun's apprentice?"

Wang Chuan's eyes widened, staring at Chenkong, but Chenkong was puzzled: "Yes, my master is an ancestor with raised eyebrows, and he lives outside these thirty-three days." ”

Wang Chuan covered his forehead with one hand, and finally understood.

For the eyebrows-raising ancestor, Wang Chuan also knew that this person was a figure of the same era as Hongjun, and his body was a willow cultivator/person.

There used to be a saying, called Hongjun first and then there is heaven, in fact, there is another sentence that follows this sentence, that is, I am a thousand years earlier than Hongjun.

is talking about this eyebrow ancestor.

Eyebrow Raising Ancestor, also known as Eyebrow Raising Immortal.

Hongjun's body, is a cricket, before Pangu, there was, Hongjun was silent in the dark, all along, he thought he was the first creature between heaven and earth, but I didn't expect that there was another character, earlier than him.

It's this eyebrow-raising ancestor.

It is said that the two once fought, Hongjun did his best and used all his magic weapons, but he was waved away by the ancestor who raised his eyebrows.

The body of the ancestor is a hollow willow, Hongjun's magic weapon, is the ancestor of the eyebrows into the abdomen, after the defeat of Hongjun, the ancestor left a sentence.

I was born a thousand years earlier than you, but I don't like to be famous, so I don't know.

Later, after Hongjun was defeated, the ancestor returned Hongjun's magic weapon to him, but he didn't expect that the two became friends and now live together thirty-three days away.

Now it's not fighting, it's changed to chess?

However, Hongjun can't fight the eyebrows of the ancestor, and he can't play chess either.

Wang Chuan also knows a little about chess, so he looked at the two sides of the game now, and Wang Chuan clearly saw that Hongjun was doomed.

One side is anxiously scratching his ears and cheeks, but the other side is sitting firmly on the Diaoyu Tai.

If the mood is chaotic, the chess path will naturally be chaotic.

Chenkong teased Hongjun with a word, and Hongjun immediately jumped to his feet: "Nonsense, I played chess with this old guy a few times ago, and I won ten times after ten plays, but I don't know why I am not in the state today." ”

"Bottle Pulsating ......"

Wang Chuan immediately couldn't help but speak.

The main words were too appropriate, and Wang Chuan purred out of his mouth.

Hongjun and the raised eyebrows Ancestor looked up at Wang Chuan, and found that they didn't know each other, but they didn't say anything to Wang Chuan.

But Wang Chuan thinks this is normal.

Masters have their own temper and arrogance.

In this way, Wang Chuan took the initiative to fall on the position of the younger generation.

However, as a disciple of Hongjun in later generations, Wang Chuan did not think that there was anything wrong with this way of getting along.

――――Dividing Line――――

The following is not counted as a word count, and there is a crucial thing behind the talk of playing chess, so I wrote these two chapters of chess, rest assured, it will not be very long. Moreover, you don't have to dwell on the origin of Go, everything is in the service of this book, ahem, a little thick-skinned. (To be continued.) )