On the first day of training with the senior brother, Ling Guyue discovered that the strength of the senior brother's spiritual consciousness was completely different from that of the master.
If Luopan Zhenzhen's spiritual consciousness is like a clear spring, then Han Qianlong's spiritual consciousness is like a vast ocean.
For the first time in the chess game, Ling Gu Yue looked at the big brother who was directly facing him, and her whole body became spartan.
The senior brother's spiritual consciousness is actually so much stronger than the master?
"Haha." Ling Gu Yue's mood greatly pleased Han Qianlong, and he explained, "Little junior sister, don't look at my vast spiritual consciousness. If there is a fight, I want to use my spiritual consciousness to sneak attack the sixth martial uncle. That's What you absolutely cannot do is that he will notice you before you even get close."
I see.
Ling Guyue just said that cultivation is still useful, otherwise why would there be so many people desperately trying to climb up?
After the game started, Ling Guyue was happy. She thought her chess skills were bad enough, but who knew that her senior brother's chess skills were even worse than hers.
After the game ended, Ling Guyue won.
"Senior Brother, haven't you ever played Five Sons in a Row before?"
Han Qianlong shook his head, "Since I entered the sect, I have been practicing and practicing. My master has never allowed me to come into contact with things like this."
I didn’t expect the great elder to be so serious.
Gu Yue won this round, and she could slap Han Qianlong.
But Ling Guyue still only has two eyes, and even her nose and mouth haven't been concreted yet. She couldn't smoke.
"Um, senior brother, can I save it first?"
Han Qianlong shook his head and said, "No, Uncle Sixth Master said, if you win and there is no way to draw, then it will be gone on the spot."
"You, you, you! You! You are going too far! You know how to bully me." Ling Gu Yue was very unhappy, but her consciousness could not reach Han Qianlong. For a moment, she didn't know whether she was angry with them or herself. Angry.
Han Qianlong was amused by her and said coaxingly: "Little junior sister, if you beat me again later, I will give you a gift, okay?"
"Keep your word." Ling Guyue started playing chess with all her concentration. Unexpectedly, she lost. She looked at Han Qianlong in shock, "Senior Brother, you have learned it?"
Han Qianlong shook his head and nodded, "It seems to be quite simple. I probably haven't learned them all yet. I should be almost there with a few more tricks."
This sentence hit Ling Guyue.
But the next scene hit her even more.
When he saw the body of Han Qianlong's giant statue, he actually stood up, walked to her side, and knocked her eyes.
"Ouch."
"Hahaha, little junior sister, I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't have a head yet."
This apology has no sincerity at all, and is more like throwing a tantrum.
Anyway, Gu Yue felt a little angry, but it was still not as shocked as Han Qianlong standing up directly.
"Senior Brother, how long do I have to practice to reach your level?"
She said longingly that in the future, when her consciousness becomes powerful, she will directly transform into a giant statue like Han Qianlong, and then play chess with the master. She will not slap the master, but directly reaches out to knock the master on the head. Just think about it. People are happy.
Unexpectedly, Han Qianlong's words directly extinguished the fire in her heart, "If nothing else happens, you won't be able to reach my level before you ascend, little junior sister."
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! I'm so angry!"
Ling Gu Yue was helpless and furious, but she could only continue to practice.
