"Throw it away?"

Xu Chen looked at Zhen Wugo in surprise, and said in his heart: "Who said that pies can't fall from the sky, even if you can't drop pies, you can definitely drop a splash of shit!"

He kept turning around, like a rattle, but Zhen Wugo has not raised his head since then, and it seems that everything except reading books is secondary.

Xu Chen was so happy that he took the pamphlet and left, for fear that the old man would regret it at any time.

When he returned to the Gathering Courtyard, the so-called drill had long since ended, and he didn't know who had become the intersection of his eyes in the end, Leng Xue or Lu Jiuyang? This didn't matter, the important thing was that he was not comparable to those two people now.

When he arrived at the lodgings, he did not stop for a moment, but immediately opened the pamphlet and continued to read it, which he read more than ten times throughout the day, until late in the evening, when he put it on his pillow and fell asleep.

The next day.

Xu Chen still has a normal class, the only difference is that there is an extra chessboard on his desk.

This is what Pan An brought him, a piece of high-quality huanghuali made, there is not much carving, but it is definitely luxurious enough, I heard that it was found in an antique shop.

Although Xu Chen repeatedly wanted to give Pan An silver, because it was far more valuable than he imagined, Pan An did not want to live or die, saying that it was regarded as a consolation prize that he could not enter the Drizzle Pavilion.

Good things can always make people quite unhappy when they reach Pan An's mouth, Xu Chen rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

The old teacher was still lecturing in front, but Xu Chen didn't listen at all at this time, he couldn't stop looking at the chessboard on the table in a daze.

This chessboard is only a little smaller than the desk, and it is just right to put it on the table, Xu Chen is holding a black chess piece in his hand and looking at the chessboard stupidly, as if he has lost his soul.

However, that psychedelic feeling never came, which made Xu Chen quite puzzled.

He remembered that the last time he played chess with the old monk, he hadn't dropped the chess pieces before the illusion appeared, but this time, even if he put the chess pieces on the chessboard, the illusion did not appear.

He kept recalling everything that had happened that day, his own movements, and the movements of the old monk, hoping to find out what the difference would be.

At a certain moment, he suddenly realized one thing, that is, when he entered the illusion that day, he seemed to feel a trace of aura fluctuations, obviously, it was not his own, but should be the old monk's.

Thinking of this, he was finally disappointed, yes, it was the old monk who helped him enter that illusion that day, how could he himself have that kind of strength?

Thinking of this, he gently put the chess piece into his pocket, this chessboard is bought for nothing, what can he do in the future, cutting board?

At this time, Xu Chen really wanted to call Pan An, and then ask him if this thing could be returned, but he should be able to think of the other party's grinning expression, so just think about it.

When it comes to lamenting, he always thinks of his mother, and when he thinks of his mother, he will take out the little jade sword and look at it, of course, he is in class at this time, he naturally can't be so presumptuous.

Therefore, subconsciously, he put his right hand into the collar and gently stroked the jade sword, and at that moment, a wave of aura followed.

Moreover, the direction of the flow of the aura was quite strange, as if it started from one point and then formed a cross.

"No!

Xu Chen's heart suddenly popped up with this sentence.

Before he could think more, the chessboard in front of him slowly began to distort, fade, and then disappeared without a trace.

And with it, the whole world disappeared.

The black and red world appeared in front of Xu Chen's eyes, and he was still standing on the high stone pillar, with the scarlet moon in the sky above.

However, unlike the last time, Xu Chen didn't wait for that voice to appear, and jumped directly to the blood pool below.

"Smack!"

A loud voice rang out.

Xu Chen gasped and looked at the chessboard in front of him, his left hand had already slapped on the chessboard fiercely, there were no chess pieces, it was just that hand.

When he timidly raised his head, he finally found that everyone in the teaching hall was watching him, including Pan An, and also the teaching of the lecture.

Xu Chen blinked, not knowing how to react, so he looked stupidly ahead, and his right hand was slowly taken out from the neckline.

If you want to say that you have to have friends, just when this embarrassing scene is about to stalemate, just when the old teacher in front of you wants to have a seizure.

Pan An stood up with a bang, smiled at the old teacher, and said, "That, I think he should be sleeping and sleeping." It's okay, it's okay!"

Yes, the old teacher Xi believed, but the result can be imagined, no one doubted that the chessboard was saved, but Xu Chen was directly kicked out of the teaching house by Jiaoxi.

The moment he left, he clearly saw Pan An directly dragging the chessboard back, and that distressed expression made people feel distressed when they looked at it.

Of course, this result is not bad, Xu Chen returned directly to his residence, hurriedly took out the little jade sword, he looked left and right, and a last smile appeared on his cheeks.

He finally understood that everything was not the point, the focus was on this little jade sword, I don't know what the old monk did on the jade sword at that time, turning the blood in the jade sword into a swastika, but it seems that it should be like something sealed.

"The old man in the jade sword?"

Xu Chen does not know.

But he knew that it was definitely this jade sword that made him enter that illusion.

In the beginning, the reason why he wanted to enter that illusion realm was because he wanted to cultivate in that illusion realm.

Because, when he entered the illusion that day, he felt that a long time had passed in it, and in the real world, it was the moment when he fell into chess.

Thinking about it, the time of these two worlds is different, so he wants to practice in that illusion realm, so as to make up for the shortcomings of the time shortcoming.

However, who knows, as soon as he jumps off the stone pillar in that illusion, the whole illusion will disappear, so if he wants to practice in that illusion, he must endure the pain of those slashes and axes.

Thinking of this, he finally had to give it a try.

So he picked up a stone and began to make a lattice on the stone slab on the floor of the house, which was exactly what it looked like a chessboard.

When the handmade chessboard was finished, Xu Chen once again put his hand on the jade sword, and after a fluctuation of aura, that illusion reappeared.

Stone pillars, sea of blood, no change.

This time, Xu Chen did not jump off in a hurry, but sat down directly, he began to concentrate and calm down, and the aura in his body was activated, and his cultivation began.

Of course, it didn't take long for those strange voices to come in a steady stream, filling Xu Chen's entire head.

Although Xu Chen knew that these were hallucinations at this time, it would make people uneasy, and what happened after that could be imagined.

One by one, black shadows appeared, like last time, each of them had a sharp knife in their drivers, they slowly approached, at a certain moment, they stabbed Xu Chen together, and the pain continued to attack from the body.

One knife, two knives...... 10,000 ......

What is called a thousand cuts, this is.

Xu Chen was still sitting on the ground, he didn't move, he was still running the aura in his body, but people always have limits, and at a certain moment, he really couldn't bear it.

He leaned forward slightly, and was about to jump.

However, at that moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his head, that is, if he created another illusion in this illusion, what would be the result?

Thinking of this, he didn't say a word to find another stone and draw a chessboard.

However, on such a bare stone pillar, where would there be gravel, at this moment, he felt that his whole body was soaked with blood, and subconsciously, he stretched out his finger and touched his wound.

Actually, you don't need to look for it at all, it's all over your body.

Xu Chen stained his own blood on the top of the stone pillar and began to paint, drawing his chessboard.

But, obviously, the process is difficult, at least much more difficult than in the real world.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Chen's chessboard was finally drawn, his trembling right hand grabbed the jade sword at his neckline, a miracle appeared, and another illusion really appeared.

It's just that this time Xu Chen was surprised, to be exact, he was stunned.

When he couldn't feel the pain in his body, he actually heard someone talking, not the dark shadows and ghosts in those illusions, but the voice of an old man, so familiar.

He listened carefully for a long time, and finally heard whose voice it was.

When he mustered up the courage to open his eyes, he confirmed his suspicions, he was sitting in the school house, the fat man in front of him, and the chessboard on his table.

"This ...... Wasn't that an hour ago?"

Xu Chen said to himself in surprise, the inexplicable ecstasy made his heart beat fast.

"Could it be that this jade sword can make people go back in time now?"

Thinking of this, Xu Chen excitedly patted Pan An in front of him, however, something that surprised him even more happened, that Pan An didn't react at all, and his hand seemed to have directly entered the other party's body, as if the person in front of him just didn't exist.

However, after a while, he understood that it was not the other party who was good, it was himself who really did not exist.

This is still an illusion, another illusion, without stone pillars and a sea of blood, but the same coldness, the same horror.

Xu Chen slowly stood up, left his seat, and walked around the entire church hall randomly, no one noticed him, to be precise, no one saw him.

For this world, he does not exist.

After a moment of depression, a smile appeared on his cheek, "yes, isn't that what I want? ”

He sat casually on the ground, and at this time, behind him was the chattering old teacher, who was still seriously lecturing and lecturing to the imaginary disciples below.

Just when Xu Chen wanted luck, he suddenly realized a problem again, that is, if he wanted to return to reality, how should he go back, because here, there is no sea of blood.