Saimaguan is brightly lit at night, crowded with people, Fu Jingnian found a vacant place to fall, quietly lowered the hat, white clothes, white hair and black hat, like a leisurely courtyard shuttling through the streets and alleys.

"Bang. Fu Jingnian, who lowered his head, collided with a person shoulder to shoulder, making a heavy muffled sound, Fu Jingnian looked up, only to see a middle-aged man with a pale face and a three-foot sideburn dressed as a scribe without raising his head to pass by himself, walking in a hurry and walking briskly, Fu Jingnian felt that his shoulder was faintly numb after this collision, and he couldn't help but wonder, he was already King Kong's body, and ordinary masters bumped into him like floating into a big tree, this person can knock himself faintly numb, it is not simple. Sticking out the internal force, he walked on the middle-aged scribe for a week.

"Donkey Kong master. Fu Jingnian carefully poked out the internal force, and walked on the middle-aged scribe for a week, the internal force flowed back, Fu Jingnian's eyes hidden under the hat flashed, and he secretly wondered: "In this place of Saimaguan projectiles, when did such a No. 1 King Kong master come?"

Fu Jingnian was puzzled, Fu Jingnian, who had already passed by and walked on one side, stagnated on his toes, turned around to follow, and the unintentional internal force in his body quietly emerged, covering all his breath.

The middle-aged scribe did not take the avenue, but walked the sparsely populated alley, his expression was cautious, his face was gloomy, and after a while, he walked out of the pass and walked towards the depths of the dense forest outside the pass.

The more Fu Jingnian followed, the more curious he became, why did he come so cautiously?

When he went out of the city, the middle-aged scribe let go of his hands and feet and strode quickly, he was very strong, and he climbed the mountains and mountains as if he were walking on the ground, and the wild beasts on the mountains roared, and he should only turn a deaf ear. Fu Jingnian was a hundred feet away from the middle-aged scribe and kept up.

After traveling a hundred miles, I don't know where I went, only to see the grass and trees in all directions, and occasionally there is a spring whimpering, if it is interrupted. After another journey, the moon rises in the eastern sky, flying and bright.

At this moment, the middle-aged scribe was stunned, looking back suspiciously, and along the way, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

Fu Jingnian took a step ahead of him, hiding in the leafy canopy of a towering old cypress tree.

The middle-aged scribe heard the wolf howl, the forest behind him shook, the shadows of the trees were forested, and the ground was like a ghost, and he couldn't help but curse his heart.

Fu Jingnian hid in the canopy of the tree for a long time, restrained his breath to settle his mind, looked at the place he was in, it was a low col between the two mountains, and a huge square stone slab was placed in the valley, the diameter was about ten zhang, smooth and flat, the whole body was white and bright in the moonlight, as if it was coated with mercury; Fu Jingnian recognized it as a chessboard. The chessboard is on the east and west sides, and there are several round stones, convex and flat, black and white are difficult to distinguish, but look at its size, one piece is more than half a foot in diameter, regardless of the stone quality, it weighs ten pounds at least!

The pale, middle-aged scribe paced to the moonlit place, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to rest. Fu Jingnian hid in the canopy of the tree, looking at his luck, his breathing was light and slow, his chest was calm, and he could hardly see the ups and downs, and he couldn't help but think: "This person is sneaky in the middle of the night, could it be that he just came to practice cross-legged?" While thinking about it, I suddenly heard a long laugh coming from behind the hill, ringing like a yellow bell and a big lu, echoing in the mountains and forests. Fu Jingnian raised his eyes and couldn't help but be surprised. Dare to come from the darkness of the mountain a strange figure, tall and strong, this is just that, the most surprising thing is that the man who came actually gave birth to two heads, one head is straight and straight, on the neck, and the other head is crooked, resting on the shoulder.

The monster laughed profusely, and strode with a wooden stick, and came very quickly. Fu Jingnian looked tense all over, and his thumb gently rubbed the willow branches hanging from his waist, this person's cultivation was definitely above himself.

But he saw the strange man come to a stop in the shadow on the east side, where the moonlight did not come, and it was pitch black, and his face could not be seen clearly. I heard him laugh again, shook his head, and vaguely saw that his mind was bright and hairless.

At this moment, I heard the middle-aged scribe open his eyes, cough lightly, and whispered: "The master Buddha came from afar, and the younger generation missed to greet him, and he still hoped to be forgiving." ”

Fu Jingnian turned his head and saw that the middle-aged scribe sitting cross-legged had already made up his mind, his mouth was polite, but a pair of thin eyes were staring at the strange one, his gaze was fierce.

The man with two heads smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, you don't have to pretend to be polite." ”

The middle-aged scribe said calmly: "Okay, don't say much, senior, please take a seat." ”

In an instant, I saw that the two heads of the monster were in unison, and the head on the shoulder fell to the ground with a snort. This time it was extremely weird, and a young child's voice said: "Master, I'm hungry!" But I heard the strange snort, and said in an unkind tone: "How can this be reasonable, didn't you eat it just now?" Don't make trouble, stay for a while, and then take you to beg for food." The child's voice hummed and said no more.

Fu Jingnian squinted his eyes, and this time he finally saw it by the moonlight - it was not a human head who dared to fall to the ground, but a little monk who was five or six years old and looked like a lump of flesh, with a round head and a round head, sucking his fingers from time to time, and looking around with big round eyes, as if he was a little curious. Fu Jingnian suddenly realized that the person who dared to fall in love was a tall monk, and the little monk sat on the shoulder of the big monk, and at first glance, it was like an extra head.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the great monk and sat down with a grin, and said, "The ancestor mentioned the master many times before his death. ”

The monk smiled and said, "Have you mentioned it many times? Haha, there must not be a good word." Well, you said that the first teacher, the head of Mo Fei Qiao is dead. ”

The middle-aged scribe's face darkened, and he sighed: "Yes, the master entrusted me with a game before leaving, and I want to gamble with the master again to decide the winner, otherwise he will not be at peace under the nine springs." The monk nodded and sneered: "No wonder you did everything possible to invite the monk to come." Hey, I see. The middle-aged scribe was saddened by the death of his master, but when he heard the monk's words with ridicule, he was annoyed, raised his voice suddenly, and said loudly: "The master's order is difficult to disobey. It was because the younger generation did not measure their strength this time, and they took the liberty to invite the battle, and asked the master not to shirk. The monk laughed and said: "It's better than that, if the old man shirks it, it will be hypocritical." ”

The middle-aged scribe said: "The master is quick to talk, I don't know if the box has been brought?"

The monk raised his eyebrows and said, "What box?"

The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You are the 'Xuanlei Iron Box'!" The monk laughed and said, "It turns out that you are angry for the master in your mouth, but you are angry for the iron box in your bones?"

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "This is also the last order of the master, please forgive the master." ”

The monk smiled and said, "I don't repent when I die." As he spoke, he touched his sleeve and took out a square box with a diameter of about five inches, which was dark and shiny under the moonlight, as if there were thunder lines permeating, "Is this it?" The middle-aged scribe stared at the box, his eyes flashing, silent.