Zhao Yi rubbed his eyes and looked forward again. Sure enough, there were two people.
There were two old men sitting opposite each other, with a chessboard placed between them, as if they were playing chess.
One of the old men had snow-white beard and hair, and was thin and small, standing at most 1.5 meters tall.
The other man had a Taoist priest-like bun on his head, and his upper body robe was open and messy. Although his hair was not as pale as the old man opposite, there were not a few black ones left.
Just imagine, among these mountains, in the middle of the night, if you encounter two old men sitting on the canopy of a tree playing chess, anyone will feel a chill down your spine. At first glance, this guy is not capable of something that normal people can do.
However, Zhao Yi was brave as a skilled artist. He put his gun and knife into his sleeves, walked up to the crown of the tree trunk along the trunk of the welcoming pine with a smile behind his hands, and stood next to the two old men and looked at them. checkerboard.
The two people seemed to be playing Go. The thin old man with silver hair held black stones, and the old man with a Taoist bun held white stones. The black and white chess pieces were staggered on the chessboard, almost completely filling the chessboard.
Both of them were concentrating, staring at the chessboard with frowns and contemplation, but the thin, silver-haired old man had a black stone in his hand, and it looked like it was his turn.
Zhao Yi knew some Go, but he was not proficient in it. After watching it for a while, he didn't see the reason.
He glanced at the moon in the sky, suddenly flipped his wrist, took out the flashlight, clicked it on, and turned the light source larger to shine on the chessboard, so that the two old men could see the position of the chess pieces clearly.
Finally, the sudden light made the two old men who were concentrating on the game discover the existence of Zhao Yi.
The two men turned their heads at the same time, and Zhao Yi seemed to hear the creaking of their necks as if they were rusty. He didn't know how long the two men had been sitting here playing chess in this posture.
"Eh? Who are you? You can actually summon white light at night. The light source is stable and does not hurt your eyes. It can be retracted and released freely. It is really a miraculous skill~"
The old man's attention was quickly attracted by the flashlight in Zhao Yi's hand, and he couldn't help but marveled.
The thin silver-haired old man looked Zhao Yi up and down, then suddenly stroked his beard and said with a smile: "You are finally here, the young man who is regarded as a variable by the world."
Zhao Yi's heart tightened, and the right hand behind him had already grasped the handle of the gun.
The thin, silver-haired old man seemed to notice his nervousness. He stretched out his hand and made a downward movement and said, "Don't be nervous. The two of us have nothing to do with them. Strictly speaking, we are still sworn enemies."
"Oh~ I see."
Zhao Yi seemed to have relaxed his guard, but in fact, his finger was always on the trigger. As long as the other party made the slightest movement, the Desert Eagle would blast these two pretending old men into rotten watermelons at close range.
The little silver-haired old man looked at Zhao Yi with a smile, pointed at the chessboard and said: "Young man, please help me with my advice. Where should the last piece of this old man fall?"
Zhao Yi glanced at the chessboard with a smile, shook his head and said, "My husband, I'm really sorry, my chess skills are limited. I can't even understand the chess game you two are playing, let alone help you with your advice."
The little silver-haired old man shook his head again and said: "No, young man, the chess game between the two of us has nothing to do with our chess skills. What we are competing for is a numerological number. Let nature take its course. The fallen pieces will all follow their own hearts. It has nothing to do with victory or defeat. In the end, it will come true. In such a situation, the last son, the old man, doesn’t know where to end up.”
"Let nature take its course? It turns out that these two old men are just messing around... Then why bother? Just let it go."
Zhao Yi didn't say anything, but he complained in his heart. He pointed at one of the empty seats and said: "Since my father-in-law said so, then I will end up here. I can't guarantee whether I can win against you."
The two old men looked in the direction of Zhao Yi's finger and found that he was actually going to place the piece on the Tianyuan position in the center of the chessboard.
"Landing here? It seems like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth, ten deaths but no life..."
The little silver-haired old man muttered a few words softly, his brows furrowed deeper, but soon, the wrinkles on his face relaxed again, and he laughed at himself and said: "Let nature take its course, let nature take its course~"
After that, the sunspot he had been holding in the center of his two fingers fell in the direction pointed by Zhao Yi, in the center of the chessboard with a "pop" sound.
As soon as the child fell, a strong wind suddenly blew up around him, causing the trees to sway and rattle.
Zhao Yi hurriedly lowered his body, fearing that he would be blown off the cliff. He looked at the silver-haired little old man and said, "Old man, do you win or lose when this decision is made?"
The little silver-haired old man and the old man with a Taoist bun across from him slowly raised their heads, their eyes met for a moment, and they actually looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time.
"Hahaha~~~~What a good chess game~! It seems that there is no chance of survival, but in fact, you break first and then stand up. You know that there are tigers in the mountains, but you prefer to go to the tiger mountains, and you can force out a glimmer of hope from a dead game!"
"Haha~ You old turtle, I have been playing chess with you here for seventy-seven forty-nine days in vain. I finally let you wait for this person to break the game. Congratulations, congratulations~!"
The old man with a Taoist bun pointed at the skinny old man opposite and called him "Old Turtle" while Zhao Yi was stunned.
The two old men stood up slowly. The old man with a Taoist bun actually waved his sleeves and swung the chessboard and chess pieces down from the tree crown, letting them fall into the abyss.
The silver-haired little old man arched his back and looked at Zhao Yi with a smile.
Only then did Zhao Yi see clearly that this man was not even 1.5 meters tall, but at most 1.4 meters tall.
"Young man, old man Zuo Ci, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Now that you have broken this immortal trap, you are now my disciple Zuo Ci. How about it? I would like to follow the old man to practice immortal magic, fight against the Tianxiahui, and restore peace to the world so that all things can survive. Development returns to nature and nature.”
"What? Zuo Ci? Are you Zuo Ci?"
When Zhao Yi heard the other party registering his number, his first reaction was that he heard wrongly.
Zuo Ci, Zuo Ci was known as the true god during the Three Kingdoms period! Why does this expert appear here? What kind of magical chess game was broken? He pretends to be a ghost... and even says he will accept him as his disciple... and so on.
Zhao Yi suddenly thought that in the past, he always used the guise of being an immortal disciple to lie to this and that, but he never expected that once he became a disciple of Zuo Ci, wouldn't the prophecy come true and he would become a veritable immortal disciple?
Zhao Yi looked left and right, pointed at the old man with a Taoist bun and asked, "Isn't this Yu Ji?"
"Hehehe~ It's Pindao."
It turned out to be Yu Ji, another immortal! "Three Kingdoms" records that he was killed by Sun Ce. In fact, how could Sun Ce kill such a person?
The two looked at Zhao Yi with smiles, as if waiting for his answer.
Zhao Yi's head is now filled with questions, and he is just about to ask three questions about his soul.
who I am? What am I doing? Where am I?
"Haha~ Young man, we will talk about the specific process later. Now I will teach you how to crack the Xuanwu Seven Killing Formation and rescue your people. And you can rest assured that you don't have to stay with me to practice immortality with me. After a while, I will find you in the future, and now I will teach you the first body technique of the Immortal Sect, Liuyun Hegemon Body, please keep an eye on it."
After Zuo Ci said this, his figure seemed to turn into flowing clouds in the sky, blurring for a moment. When it became clear again, he was already very close in front of Zhao Yi, making the latter unable to even react to draw a gun and shoot.
But Zuo Ci's sudden approach still made Zhao Yi subconsciously reach out his right hand from behind and lift the Desert Eagle that had been holding in his palm.
"Is this the legendary fairy weapon? It's really rare. This is the first time I've seen such a precious thing."
Zuo Ci raised his hand, stretched out a finger as skinny as a chicken's claw, and gently pressed Zhao Yi's right arm. The latter felt as if he was struck by lightning in the next second, and the finger hanging on the trigger was damaged no matter what. Not even half a minute to pull the trigger.
"How is this going?"
"Hehehe~~ In fact, there are no gods in this world. As long as mortals become strong enough, powerful enough, and know enough, they will be regarded as gods by the ignorant people. All magic has a source of law, and all fates have cause and effect. If you use your heart, Feel the flow of breath in your body, turn yourself into flowing clouds, and concentrate all your strength on one point when you strike. It is as thin as the tip of a needle, and you can defeat the enemy with one finger."
As Zuo Ci said, his fingers like chicken claws clicked out continuously. Zhao Yi's cheek muscles twitched, and he fell down on the tree crown. His limbs twitched and he couldn't use even half of his strength. Now he just gave him a shot. Lin can't use it either.
