"It's already dark. Are you playing chess at this time?"
Lu Zhichun frowned, wondering how he could let this old man enter the house.
"In this rice village, I have played countless games of chess with others, and I have long been tired of playing. Now that I happen to meet you, I am really addicted to chess, and I hope it will be fulfilled."
The old man had a smile on his face and had already laid out the chessboard, waiting for Lu Zhichun to take a seat.
"I'm a little tired today. I'm afraid I don't have the energy to play chess with you."
Lu Zhichun looked at the old man and then at the chessboard, feeling a bad feeling in his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but Lu Zhichun decided to follow his inner feeling.
"It's never too late, it's never too late."
The old man laughed softly, picked up the chess piece in his hand, and landed it on the chessboard in front of him.
Lu Zhichun looked at the chessboard, his eyes were in a trance, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Lu Zhichun found that he was sitting opposite the old man. As soon as he raised his right hand from the chessboard, he had already made a move.
Besides practicing, Lu Zhichun's only major hobby is playing chess. Now that I saw that I had made a move, I immediately put aside other emotions and started playing chess seriously.
It's just that Lu Zhichun didn't realize that with each drop, his own energy and spirit became weaker. Each of these points may seem insignificant, but the accumulated sand forms a tower, and the gathered armpits form fur.
Many things cannot withstand such a small amount of wear and tear. Even if you have a strong cultivation level in the Aperture Training Realm, this kind of wear and tear will be enough to destroy a person over a long period of time.
Lu Zhichun was fully focused on the chessboard and did not notice the loss of his cultivation. The old man's chess skills seemed to be extremely high, and Lu Zhichun was mesmerized by the position of each piece.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Lu Zhichun's lost cultivation was already comparable to the set of skills he had practiced outside before. And this chessboard, looking at the rhythm, has actually just begun.
On the other side, in Hua Daohong's house, the two of them started drinking together at some point.
When you meet a close friend, a thousand cups are too few, and Hua Daohong is a lover of wine. The wine brought by this old man is not only fragrant, but also leaves an endless aftertaste after drinking it, making people want to drink it one cup at a time.
When Hua Daohong drinks, he doesn't taste wine most of the time, and he doesn't like to chat and drink at the same time. He just enjoys the process of drinking. If there is someone next to him who is willing to drink with him, even if there is silence, it will be a happy thing for Hua Daohong.
At this moment, the two of them didn't talk at all, but poured one cup after another into their mouths, as if they were drinking alcohol.
Hua Daohong looked at the old man's drinking posture, and he really liked him. He couldn't help but smile on his face, raised the fragrant wine in his hand, and poured it into his mouth.
But Hua Daohong didn't notice that every time he drank a glass, the breath in his body dropped by one point. At this time, the old man poured himself a glass and poured it into his mouth.
The cups of wine in the old man's hands were actually Hua Daohong's cultivation. Hua Daohong personally cut off his own cultivation bit by bit and gave it to the old man as wine.
It's just that Hua Daohong didn't notice this at this moment, but was silent in the pleasure of drinking, unable to extricate himself.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour!
Hua Daohong suddenly felt panic in his heart. The drink he was about to pour into his mouth stopped there. Hua Daohong's eyes, which were originally cloudy, suddenly regained a little clarity because of this panic.
Hua Daohong felt weak in his body. Not only his body, but also his whole spirit and energy were at a low level, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.
"What's wrong with me?"
Hua Daohong looked at the wine glass in his hand. At this moment, in Hua Daohong's eyes, it seemed that it was no longer wine, but poison that penetrated the intestines. Although Hua Daohong didn't think about it, he knew instinctively that he could no longer drink this wine.
If you keep drinking it, something you don't want to happen may happen.
"How much have you drunk now, why did you stop?" the old man asked.
"No more drinking. You can go back. I want to rest!" Hua Daohong stood up and directly issued an eviction order.
"If you don't like the taste of this drink, I have other ones. How about you try this one?"
With a cold smile on his face, the old man waved to Hua Daohong. Hua Daohong sat back in his chair in a daze, holding a drink in his hand and having already drank most of it.
"puff!"
If in the past, half of the drink had been drunk, Hua Daohong would definitely continue to drink. But the feeling of panic just now was still there, and Hua Daohong spit out the drink in one gulp.
"go out!"
Hua Daohong dropped the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and it immediately broke into pieces. Hua Daohong's sea of consciousness cleared slightly, and the feeling of confusion was not as obvious as before.
With a cold smile on his face, the old man nodded to Hua Daohong and left Hua Daohong's house with the drink.
Hua Daohong stood at the edge of the bed, looking around, uneasiness and panic lingering in his heart. A strong desire to leave here emerged. But soon, this willingness began to gradually weaken.
A strange force suppressed Hua Daohong's thoughts, and at the same time sleepiness came over him. Hua Daohong unknowingly sat on the bed, resisting the sleepiness and preventing himself from falling asleep.
In Lu Zhichun's house, the floor was now full of scattered chess pieces. Lu Zhichun's expression was gloomy. Looking at the old man in front of him, a murderous intention emerged from the bottom of his heart, but this murderous intention soon dissipated inexplicably.
"The chessboard has been scattered, let this game end here!" Lu Zhichun said solemnly.
"No hurry, no rush, I'll see you next time."
The old man had a cold smile on his face. He looked at Lu Zhichun as if he were looking at a piece of delicious fat. The greed in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes, making people shudder.
Lu Zhichun said nothing, watching the old man leave, his eyes full of thinking.
Something is too wrong here, we can't stay like this. Lu Zhichun took a step forward, and suddenly felt tired. This tiredness was so strong that even Lu Zhichun could not resist it, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.
Even resisting the sleepiness is so difficult, leaving has become a luxury.
In front of Chen Fei's hut, Chen Fei had already invited the woman out of the house, and the woman was holding a piece of paper in her hand, with paintings on it that looked like children's graffiti.
It's hard to tell what's drawn on it, and even saying it's graffiti is a bit of a compliment.
"Sir, I only ask for a painting, why are you so cruel!"
The woman's shoulders were half exposed at the moment. Standing a little higher, she could even see many things that couldn't be seen. But Chen Fei remained calm and showed no emotion at all.
I don't know if it was the energy he got inexplicably during the day that kept Chen Fei's mind relatively clear. With the food in his stomach and the wine he drank, with the automatic operation of the Dragon Suppressing Elephant, a lot of the confusion that brought Chen Fei at this moment has disappeared. .
So when the woman showed up and asked for a painting, Chen Fei instinctively felt something was wrong. No matter how enthusiastic the villagers are, they don't do things this way.
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman were alone, and then they asked me to draw a picture for me. Chen Fei knew how to draw, but under such circumstances, how could he dare to draw for a woman?
Chen Fei didn't know what would happen if he painted, but he just didn't dare to paint.
There were several times when Chen Fei was in a trance, and he had already picked up the charcoal pen and started writing on the paper. His drawing skills were even more impressive, but Chen Fei restrained himself and simply started to doodle, drawing an incomprehensible figure. s things.
Anyway, Chen Fei just didn't draw the specific appearance of this woman.
As for the woman's constant display of her figure and her suggestive words, Chen Fei didn't feel anything at all.
This scene is really too strange. A woman suddenly comes to show her kindness to you. Chen Fei's first reaction is whether there is some conspiracy in this.
"The level is so good, the girl is disappointed!" Chen Fei said, cupping his hands.
The smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared, leaving only an inhuman coldness. She glanced at Chen Fei, the paper in her hand turned into pieces, and the woman turned and left.
Chen Fei frowned slightly and closed the door. His desire to leave here suddenly increased to the maximum.
But before Chen Fei could take any measures, a feeling of sleepiness suddenly came over him, and Chen Fei couldn't help but hold on to the wall. The sleepiness was so strong that it directly occupied all of Chen Fei's thoughts and he could no longer think about other things.
I don't know how long it took, but the sleepiness slowly disappeared, and Chen Fei's brain began to function gradually.
"What did I want to do just now?"
Chen Fei looked around blankly. There should have been something extremely important just now, but Chen Fei found that he had forgotten it again.
"again?"
Chen Fei frowned. This feeling of forgetting things was really too bad, and Chen Fei found that this situation seemed to have been going on?
As soon as the hour came, the village chief knocked on the door one by one and invited Chen Fei and the others to the open space where they were yesterday. Just like yesterday, all the villagers stood aside and looked at Chen Fei and the others silently without speaking.
Chen Fei looked at Lu Zhichun and the two, and found that the two people seemed to be in a strange state, but he couldn't tell what was weird.
"Mi Cun sincerely welcomes everyone who comes here. Yesterday, the three of them taught us the exercises, which benefited us a lot and showed their sincerity. In return, Mi Cun is also willing to give some of our treasures to the three. I hope it will be useful to three of you."
After the village chief finished speaking, several villagers came out.
"Wind Gathering Technique, a little trick, I hope you don't laugh!"
One of the old women took a step forward, glanced deeply at Chen Fei and the others, and pointed forward with one finger. A radius of several meters suddenly fluctuated. A gust of wind appeared under the old woman out of thin air, and the old woman slowly floated up.
The eyes of Lu Zhichun and Lu Zhichun suddenly lit up. Even if Linghui was suppressed, Lu Zhichun and Lu Zhichun could see that this was an extremely powerful and unusual move.
"Wind Gathering, this technique..." The old woman directly explained the essence of the Wind Gathering Technique one by one. It took half an hour to finish explaining the Wind Gathering Technique.
But Lu Zhichun and the other two did not notice that as they listened, energy was constantly escaping from their Tianling Caps, even Chen Fei was no exception.
Chen Fei was listening intoxicatedly when he suddenly found a line of writing under his eyes that was constantly beating.
Why does a line of writing appear under the eyes?
(End of chapter)
