Life is a grand encounter.
Ning Fan never thought that he would meet a woman named Bai Ling during the trial of the Holy Son.
In Bai Ling, Ning Fan saw the shadow of Mu Weiliang, so he was very concerned about this woman.
What also concerned him was the monk named Wu Laoliu among the disciples of the Golden Guard Sect.
Ning Fan saw the shadow of Wu Chen in Wu Laoliu. In an instant, Ning Fan's thoughts flew back to the east sky, back to the rain world, and back to the moment when he first met Wu Chen.
[I am Wu Chen, the Wu who has no law, the Chen who kills people and slaughters the city]
"Bai Ling, Qing Ling..."
"Wu Laoliu, Wu Chen..."
"I originally thought that what I saw during the Holy Son's trial was all false...but perhaps the trial world constructed by the Demon Monument is far more than that simple."
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with green light, and his gaze sometimes fell on Bai Ling, sometimes on Wu Laoliu, and sometimes on the world where the Holy Son was undergoing trial.
The green light in his Dharma Eyes was not deliberately concealed, and all the disciples of the Golden Escort Sect were amazed.
"It's actually Qingmang, a Celestial Being! This senior is actually a Celestial Being cultivator!"
"This person actually has the qualifications of more than a million people!"
"It's really awesome!"
"What! This senior is actually a disciple of the Holy Sect? He was born in the Hunkun Holy Sect?"
"Amazing! This person must be a proud figure among his peers!"
"Could it be that he is one of the Nine Hunkuns of this generation?"
"What? This senior's name is Zhang Dao? I've never heard of this name..."
…
For Ning Fan, killing the killers in the Beidou Immortal Domain was just a whim.
But for everyone in the Golden Guard Sect, this move was undoubtedly a life-saving grace.
In order to repay this kindness, everyone from the Golden Bodyguard Sect decided to hold a banquet to entertain Ning Fan.
As a result, everyone took out the wine they had treasured for many years without hesitation.
It is worth mentioning that the technique practiced by the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect is called the Divine Sword and Liquor Technique, which was created by the Golden Dart Sage. When practicing this technique, you not only need to practice hard on the sword, but also need to drink a lot of alcohol.
Therefore, every disciple of the Golden Guard Sect will carry a large amount of spiritual wine with him in case of emergency.
When everyone took out all the wine from the storage bags, thousands of wine jars appeared on the escort ship. The altar is full of spiritual wine, and the aroma of the wine is overflowing.
Afterwards, everyone from the Golden Bodyguard Sect invited Ning Fan to a banquet, but Ning Fan did not refuse: firstly, he did not want to offend Wu Laoliu and others; on the other hand, he also wanted to take this opportunity to have a closer relationship with Bai Ling and Wu Laoliu. Lots of contact.
This banquet lasted for seven days.
On the first day, all the disciples of the Golden Guard Sect took turns toasting to Ning Fan, and their relationship with each other was still unfamiliar.
On the second day, everyone began to get acquainted with each other, the atmosphere gradually became heated, and the proposed toast gradually turned into a banquet.
On the third day, one after another Golden Guard Sect disciples were forced to the ground by Ning Fan.
The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...
On the seventh day, except for Wu Laoliu, all the disciples of the Golden Guard Sect were drunk and fell to the ground.
It's interesting to say that this Wu Laoliu is obviously the one with the lowest cultivation level among the Golden Guard disciples, but he has the best drinking capacity, and he can still manage to support himself until now.
However, they saw that Wu Laoliu was holding the wine table with one hand to support his swaying body, and pointing at Ning Fan with the other hand. He was mumbling something and wanted to say something, but his tongue was tied and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Brother Wu, you are drunk." Ning Fan laughed. Unlike Wu Laoliu, Ning Fan was still not drunk at this time, and his drinking capacity was already close to Tao.
"No, I'm not, I'm not drunk. I recognize you, your name is not Zhang Dao, you are... you are the one I saw in my dream... that one... I forgot..." Wu Laoliu said in a daze.
"Oh? Brother Wu has actually seen me in a dream? This is very interesting, but I don't know what is outside the dream and what is inside the dream. Who is outside the dream and who is in the dream." Ning Fan said with a smile.
"No, I'm not... drunk... don't make fun of..." Drunk Wu Laoliu was not listening to Ning Fan at all.
Seeing this, Ning Fan could only smile helplessly, picked up the wine glass, slowly poured it into his throat, and said no more.
"I...Wu Liu...the Wu who has no king's law...the Liu who will never get drunk after a thousand cups..."
Wu Laoliu was still talking drunkenly with unclear meaning.
My fingers moved up and down, not knowing whether to make a six or a thousand.
Suddenly his drunken eyes regained consciousness a little, so he slapped the wine table, raised his finger to the sky and said angrily, "The rolling... world of mortals... and there is... no need to be afraid! I insist on... the six impure roots... the six dusts... are all stained... me I want to..."
Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden thud.
Wu Laoliu was already drunk on the wine table, snoring loudly.
[Event 11: Defeat forty-nine outer disciples of the Golden Guard Sect in a drinking contest. Get points, five stars. Current score, thirty-two stars. Extra reward, twelve outer chapters of "Magic Sword and Liquor Art". 】
"This kind of thing can actually trigger an event, and also get a five-star score and additional rewards?" Ning Fan was speechless.
So, what exactly is this Holy Son trial trying to assess? Drinking with others...
You know, after many hard battles across the Cangju sea, he defeated the Cangju clan, but only got ten points; he killed one hundred and eight Beidou killers, and only got five points; however, this time, he only drank a little wine. Easily got five points...
The sense of gap is very strong.
"Perhaps in the view of the Ziwei Immortal Emperor, drinking capacity is also an extremely important ability?" the ant master guessed.
"Sure enough, the Holy Son Trial pays more attention to the comprehensive quality of Ziwei Holy Son, and the strength of the combat power is not the focus..." Duo Wen analyzed.
"Or maybe the point of getting points is not the drinking contest, but the object you defeat?" The ant owner continued his analysis.
"Speaking of which, before Ziwei Immortal Emperor attained enlightenment, it seemed that he had some connection with Golden Dart Saint..." Duo Wen began to recall.
"Ha, so you can easily get a lot of points by dealing with people who the Ziwei Immortal Emperor doesn't like? This trial is really interesting..." The Ant Lord sneered.
"It doesn't matter, who knows what the Immortal Emperor Ziwei is thinking. Compared with this matter, I am more interested in the "Magic Sword and Liquor Technique"..." Ning Fan looked at the extra leather scroll in his hand.
The content of the leather scroll is the Jinbiao Sect's Zongzong technique "Magic Sword and Liquor Technique".
This is a sage's technique, but unfortunately, Ning Fan only obtained twelve articles from the outer sect. The content is not profound, and the highest level is only at the Immortal King level.
Even so, Ning Fan has gained a lot from reading this technique.
First of all, he gained some knowledge of swordsmanship - unfortunately, Ning Fan's usual Taoist weapons were not swords. This kind of knowledge was better than nothing.
Afterwards, Ning Fan became more enlightened about drinking. The golden escort saint seemed to be a person who was proficient in wine. His understanding of the word wine, even if he only said a few words, was very rewarding to Ning Fan.
Vaguely, his drinking level became closer to Taoism.
…
It's night, on the dusty sea, the moonlight is like water.
Under the moonlight, two ships were traveling side by side, heading towards the North Pole Daoguo Conference: one was an ancient bronze ship of the Stoneman Tribe; the other was an escort ship of the Golden Guard Sect.
In the real reincarnation, two ships that had no intersection at all met unexpectedly in a strange world due to Ning Fan's intervention.
No one knew the significance of this encounter.
Bai Ling didn't know either.
On the escort ship, in the guest room, Bai Ling was sitting in front of the window as usual, facing the chessboard, quietly playing music.
For a chess player, boring score writing day after day is an essential practice.
There were no lights in the room, and there was no need to light them. For a blind girl, lights are meaningless.
The moonlight filtered through the window lattice, shining softly into Bai Ling's clear eyes, but she knew nothing about it.
She was so focused that she didn't notice that there was a gaze watching her from the window at this moment.
Outside the window, Ning Fan looked at Bai Ling silently without disturbing him.
…
When Wu Laoliu was also poured down, the banquet finally came to an end.
There was no more noise from the banquet, only the snoring one after another, which seemed particularly harsh.
"The content of this magical sword and strong wine recipe is very interesting. It is a good book worth reading..." After reading the twelve articles on the outer sect, Ning Fan casually put the scroll into his storage bag and gave a casual comment.
"Speaking of which, are these Golden Bodyguard disciples really professional bodyguards? There are obviously people on the ship who need to be protected, but these people are all drunk on the ground and sleeping soundly. They are not afraid of the Beidou killer they encountered a few days ago. Is it coming again... Maybe the Golden Dart Saint likes drinking more than guarding the escorts and practicing swordsmanship." Looking at the drunken people on the floor, Ning Fan began to doubt the professionalism of the Golden Darts Sect.
"Well, at least I'm not drunk. As long as I'm here, I'm not afraid of any killers coming. Or maybe these Golden Guard disciples have already taken everything into consideration before hosting the banquet, and they firmly believe that I'm not drunk. Something will happen..."
Ning Fan did not leave the escort ship.
He stayed on the escort boat for a while, walking aimlessly, and before he knew it, he came outside Bai Ling's room.
Through the door, you can hear the sound of chess pieces falling frequently in the house. The sound of the chess pieces is clear and pleasant. It is obviously made of excellent materials, but it seems a bit lonely in the night.
Ning Fan came to the window and silently stared at Bai Ling, who was typing the score seriously. The latter didn't realize anyone was watching her and was still focusing on typing the score.
Seven days of banquets, seven days of hustle and bustle, did not disturb this serious girl at all.
This is a true chess player, with no distracting thoughts and a clear mirror.
"She really likes playing chess..." Ning Fan thought to himself.
"When she is not playing chess, her appearance reminds me of Wei Liang; but when she is playing chess, her focused eyes are somewhat similar to Xiao Man's; when she is unable to speak and is quiet and dazed, she will Reminds me of Feng Xueyan..."
"I can see more shadows of people in her..."
Ning Fan was silent. Bai Ling, who was playing chess seriously at the moment, still looked more like Bei Xiaoman in his eyes.
Although Bei Xiaoman is an unattractive person, when she holds chess pieces and plays Liubo chess, her eyes seem to light up...
The same goes for Bai Ling. Although she is a blind girl, when she plays chess, her blindness seems to have a light and a soul.
After finishing the score, Bai Ling took out an ancient book on the question of life and death and began to study the question of life and death.
The title of the book is "A Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machinery", which was compiled by the Nanliang Chess Academy. The book records one hundred life-or-death problems. It is said that as long as you solve them all, you will have the opportunity to apply for the Nanliang Chess Academy and become a real chess practitioner.
Bai Ling, who is blind, cannot read with his eyes and can only explore with his hands.
She seems to have specially studied the secret method of reading with her hands. She can read the words and graphics she touches with her heart.
""Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machines"? I have seen this book in Zhang Dao's memory. Before Zhang Dao joined the Nanliang Chess Academy, it seemed that he solved all the life-and-death problems in it in just one month. Already…”
For Zhang Dao, this book "A Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machines" is not difficult at all.
But people cannot be generalized. For Bai Ling, this book is really difficult.
It has been fifteen years since she learned chess, and it was seven years ago that she obtained this book "A Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machinery".
She had studied for seven years, but she had only solved the seventy-ninth question, and this question had been stuck on her for several months and she still had not solved it.
It’s really difficult…
So far, she has been learning chess alone, so maybe she should find a teacher.
[Beijing Mountain is one of the Nine Mountains of Xingluo. This authentic fruit conference opens once every thousand years. Every time it is held, powerful chess players will be attracted. If you go there, you may be able to worship a famous teacher...]
[The senior sisters all said that this Arctic Dao Fruit Conference is dangerous, so don’t go. I didn’t believe this at first, but in the past few days, I did meet many killers...]
[Do you want to give up, go back home, go back to Hongjun Snow Valley, or... keep moving forward...]
[But if I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when and how long it will take to become a famous teacher...]
Bai Ling was so entangled in her heart that she had distracting thoughts all her life, and she became increasingly unable to solve the life-and-death problem.
Little did she know that all her thoughts were being watched by someone outside the window.
"It turns out that this woman went to the Arctic Daoguo Conference to find a famous teacher to learn chess..." Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, Bai Ling finally noticed someone peeking outside the window.
Because they were inside the house and not going out, all the ghosts did not wear cloaks or veils.
At this time, she has an oval face and is pretty and charming; her hair is tied up with black silk stockings, and her forehead bangs are up to her eyebrows; she is wearing a moon-white blouse, a very short white skirt, and she is not wearing stockings, but white stockings. silk stockings and moon-white embroidered shoes.
"This dressing sense is almost the same as Bei Xiaoman's. The only difference is that Bei Xiaoman likes to wear red, while this girl wears snowy white..." Ning Fan thought to himself.
My eyes were wandering around Bai Ling's legs, and I felt like I couldn't move away...
It was also thanks to Bai Ling's blindness, otherwise he would probably blame Ning Fan for being his disciple.
【Huh? Senior brother is also interested in playing chess? Have you been watching here for a long time? ] Bai Ling asked in his heart.
"Well, I do have some interest in playing chess." He said he was interested in playing chess, but Ning Fan didn't even look at the chess board.
But Bai Ling believed Ning Fan's lies, so there was an even bigger smile on his face.
[Senior brother, since you know chess, can you teach me how to play chess? 】
"This..." Ning Fan's words stopped for a moment.
【Isn't it possible? ] Bai Ling felt a little regretful.
"All right…"
Ning Fan couldn't bear Bai Ling's disappointment.
Although he doesn't like to play chess, he has the memory of Luan Gu Emperor's chess skills, so it won't be difficult for him to guide him.
Bai Ling was very happy to get Ning Fan's agreement.
She invited Ning Fan into the room, but did not ask for advice immediately. Instead, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ning Fan respectfully.
"Thank you." After seven days and seven nights of drinking, Ning Fan was really thirsty, so he took the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
It is not a particularly precious tea.
But Ning Fan drank it with a special taste.
I always feel that the taste of tea cooked by this woman is a bit like a little witch...
Is it an illusion?
After drinking the tea, of course it’s time to get down to business.
Bai Ling first asked Ning Fan for question 79 of "A Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machines".
Ning Fan looked at the question and frowned slightly.
No wonder Bai Ling was stuck on this question. For an amateur chess player, this question is indeed extremely difficult.
"This question is quite difficult even for an orthodox chess practitioner to solve. Even for a ninth-grade chess player, it would take more than ten hours to figure out the changes..." Ning Fan explained.
Real world chess players are judged by nine levels: the first level is enchanted, the second level is sitting still, the third level is concrete, the fourth level is secluded, the fifth level is wise, the sixth level is small, the seventh level is fighting strength, the eighth level is foolish, and the ninth level is clumsy.
Bai Ling's level is not even at the ninth level. After all, she has only studied by herself for fifteen years.
A true chess player has not spent thousands of years studying chess skills. Based on the overall level of the real world, Bai Ling's chess skills in the past fifteen years are indeed not strong.
So, how good is Ning Fan's chess skills?
He inherited the memory of chess skills from Emperor Luan Gu. Even though Emperor Luan Gu did not specifically learn chess, the total time spent playing chess in pieces during his long life spanned at least hundreds of years.
It is not an exaggeration to regard Ning Fan as a chess player with hundreds of years of chess skills.
Although Ning Fan like this can't beat a first-level chess master in the true world, he is still far superior to any low-level chess cultivator of ninth or eighth level.
"Look at the first half of the chessboard. Black and white each have three chess pieces competing against each other. Which is the priority is the first thing to consider, and the second is to consider local changes..."
"...If Black plays at 2/13, it is indeed a means of protection, but if White plays at 9/10, and then digs first and then receives, White will survive..."
"...Next, I will show you some changes in the battle for the corner..."
Ning Fan talked about only one question of life and death for two hours.
Bai Ling listened very carefully, very seriously. She is not stupid and is quite talented in playing chess. The only thing she lacks is the guidance of a famous teacher. Now that I have Ning Fan's guidance, I can't help but learn a lot.
[Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance. ] After explaining the question, Bai Ling's face was full of happiness and admiration. She felt that Ning Fan's chess skills were unfathomable and the only one she had ever seen in her life.
Well, she had never seen many powerful chess players in her life, so it was not surprising that she would think so.
"You're welcome." Ning Fan smiled.
At this moment, he suddenly liked playing chess.
[Senior brother, can you teach me some more? 】 Bai Ling obediently handed him a cup of tea again.
"Okay, should we still teach life-and-death questions?"
[No, this time, I would like to ask my senior brother to play a guided game of chess with me. 】
"Do I need to confer a son?"
[No more for now, I want to see how far behind I am from orthodox chess practitioners...]
"You guessed wrong. I am not an orthodox chess practitioner. My chess skills are actually not something I have cultivated myself..."
[Senior brother is so humble. Speaking of which, I seem to have heard of senior brother's name somewhere. Zhang Dao, Zhang Dao... I seem to have heard of it somewhere. Could it be that senior brother is a chess player who is famous in the real world? 】
"Actually, my name is not Zhang Dao."
【Eh? What's that senior brother's real name? 】
"My name is…"
Ning Fan wanted to tell Bai Ling his real name.
But, I can’t tell.
This Holy Son trial seems to have its own limitations. No matter how Ning Fan talks about his destiny, the final words he speaks will become "My name is Zhang Dao" and "I come from the Hunkun Holy Sect."
Finally had to give up.
It was not that there was no other way to tell his real name, but Ning Fan pondered for a while and finally did not insist on it.
The restriction on speaking one's real name in the Holy Son Trial seems to be for the protection of the tester... If one forcibly reveals one's real name in the Holy Son Trial, it may cause some bad consequences...
[Event 12: Teaching life and death questions. Get points, one star. The current score is thirty-three stars. 】
…
Although it was just a game of chess instruction, Bai Ling took it very seriously and washed his hands before the game to show respect.
At the end of the game, Bai Ling was defeated without any suspense. Her knuckles holding the chess pieces turned white and they trembled violently. Finally, the two chess pieces were slowly placed on the chessboard.
This is Touzi admitting defeat.
[I lost...] Bai Ling's heartfelt voice was filled with tears, and tears instantly covered his face.
Is this what it feels like to lose chess?
This was the first time since she started learning chess that she played against such a strong chess player... The feeling of losing was really uncomfortable...
No wonder Bai Ling cried so miserably.
The only fault is that Ning Fan doesn't know how to show mercy.
Ning Fan was promised to guide the chess game, but Ning Fan actually killed Bai Ling in the beginning. He killed Bai Ling completely, and the winner was easily determined in the middle game. What's even worse is that Bai Ling doesn't have a living chess piece in the game.
"You told me this was a guide to chess? Where is the guide?" The ant owner was speechless.
"This is what people do! Playing guided chess with others, without giving a living chess piece to the overall situation. Do you want to cast a psychological shadow on this little girl?" Duo Wen was speechless.
"This is my first time playing guided chess with someone. I'm not very good at it, I have no experience..." Ning Fan was also very embarrassed.
This really wasn't his intention.
He only used a little force, but the opponent lost so miserably... Maybe he should put more water, or maybe a sea?
Fortunately, Bai Ling was still strong and only cried for a short while and then stopped crying.
I wiped away my tears and thanked Ning Fan seriously for his guidance.
[So this is coaching chess...] Bai Ling, who was played coaching chess for the first time, thought that all coaching chess were so cruel.
Through the chess game, she could feel the other party's seriousness. The other party was really serious about playing chess with her, for which she was very grateful.
"Sorry, it's my first time to play guided chess with you, so I wanted to test your strength, so I didn't show any mercy. Well, your strength is not bad. Your calculation power in the middle game was excellent, which proves that you are very talented in chess. The problem mainly lies in the layout stage, which is also a common problem among amateur chess players..." Ning Fan said seriously, praising Bai Ling's chess skills and never admitting that the instructor's failure to play chess well was due to his own fault.
[Event 13: Guiding chess to win. Get points, one star. Current score, thirty-four stars. 】
Since Ning Fan had no guidance throughout the whole process, Bai Ling didn't learn much.
So she wanted to ask Ning Fan to play another game of chess with her.
This time she would not overestimate her ability and say that there was no need to confer a son. Instead, she would obediently ask Ning Fan to confer a third son.
After that…
[Event 14: Give three pieces of guidance to win the game. Get points, one star. Current score, thirty-five stars. 】
Ning Fan once again made Bai Ling cry. Although this time he released half of the sea, it seemed that it was still not enough...
In the blink of an eye, three months passed.
In the past three months, Ning Fan often played chess with Bai Ling. While getting to know Bai Ling well, I also gained a lot of points from Bai Ling.
At this moment, the triggering event of the Holy Son's Thunder Book has reached event fifty-five.
[Event Fifty-Five: Give four pieces of guidance to win the game. Get points, one star. Current score, seventy-six stars. 】
Gradually, Ning Fan has learned how to play guided chess well. When playing chess, he will deliberately guide Bai Ling to play in the correct position. In this way, under his guidance, Bai Ling's chess skills are getting better and better.
One hundred life-and-death questions in "The Hundred Treasures of Immortals" were also learned under Ning Fan's guidance.
She was already a very talented chess player, but now with the guidance of a "famous teacher" like Ning Fan, her layout problems have been greatly improved. Although his chess ability is still not as good as that of a ninth-grade chess player, the gap has gradually narrowed.
After three months of getting along, the thing she and Ning Fan did the most was play chess. She couldn't see Ning Fan's face, but she could feel the light and heat on Ning Fan's body and the temperature of the opponent's chess pieces.
That temperature made Bai Ling feel nostalgic and reluctant to leave. For some reason, when Bai Ling and Ning Fan were playing chess in recent days, Bai Ling began to lose focus. In the past, playing chess was all she had, but now, there seems to be something more that can interfere with her heart...
[Senior brother, can I become your teacher... I want to learn to play chess with you for the rest of my life...] After a certain game, Bai Ling suddenly summoned up the courage and said in his heart.
"You want to take me as your teacher?" Ning Fan was surprised.
"He is stupid, he is dumbfounded. He is lusting after other people's bodies, but others only regard him as their teacher." The ant owner only found it funny.
"Ah, I don't know what to say. My condolences, Senior Ning..." Duowen Lao Yao also thought this was funny.
【Isn't it possible? ] Bai Ling's heart was beating nervously.
"Sorry, I can't be your master." Ning Fan was silent for a long time, and finally cruelly rejected Bai Ling's request.
It's not really like the ant owner and Duo Wen guessed, it's because he's greedy and doesn't want to be a teacher.
Ning Fan also has his own considerations.
He was happy to teach Bai Ling how to play chess, but the word "master" was too heavy. He can teach her for a while, but he cannot teach her for a lifetime. He is just a passerby in this trial of the Holy Son. After the trial is over, he will leave, but Bai Ling still has an extremely broad life.
She needs a better, more responsible master to teach her how to play chess.
[I know...] Bai Ling lowered her head so that no one could see her expression clearly.
But Ning Fan could see that Bai Ling's heart was sad.
It seems that this little girl really likes his master, but it's a pity... This is just a trial of the Holy Son, and he can't teach her for a lifetime.
"Speaking of which, why would a girl like you like boring things like playing chess?" In order to relieve Bai Ling's emotions, Ning Fan began to look for topics.
【Eh? 】Bai Ling was stunned, forgetting to be sad for a moment, as if he didn't expect Ning Fan to ask this question.
"Is there any special reason that makes you like playing chess?" Seeing that the question was effective, Ning Fan asked.
[No, it’s not for any special reason...it has nothing to do with love. I can’t explain why I took this path. It's interesting to say that when I touched the chess piece for the first time, I had an indescribable feeling. I just felt that there was one thing I must do in this life... I must learn to play chess, and I must reach the top of the chess game. That feeling is like at the end of the chess player, someone is waiting for me...waiting for me to save him...]
"..." Ning Fan was a little surprised.
He had guessed why Bai Ling liked to play chess, but he didn't expect it to be this reason.
Must this be accomplished?
At the end of the chess player, is there someone waiting for her, waiting for her to rescue...
rescue? What rescue? Who to save? Is there something that needs to be solved by playing chess?
Play chess and rescue...
Ning Fan suddenly felt like he had forgotten important things. He always felt that there were some important details that he had forgotten. His expression suddenly became serious, and he thought and recalled repeatedly, trying to figure out where this feeling came from. Suddenly, an old nursery rhyme came to mind.
"You take one shot, I take one shot, and the butterfly's wings burn for ninety thousand miles."
"You take two shots, I take two shots, and the girl cuts her pigtails in front of the Buddha."
"You shoot three, I shoot three, Gonggong knocks down Buzhoushan."
"You shoot four, I shoot four, and the night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming cereus will be destroyed by the Wei Tuo Temple."
"You shoot five, I shoot five, the five spirits chess game suppresses the demon bone."
"You shoot six, I shoot six..."
What does Wuling Chess Game Suppress Demon Bone mean?
Why at this moment, thinking of this nursery rhyme makes Ning Fan feel like his heart is torn apart.
"It feels like this again, Brother Ning, do you want to understand destiny at this moment? You are crazy!" The ant owner was shocked.
She was so frightened and horrified, as if what Ning Fan was doing was something crazy and dangerous.
Fortunately, Ning Fan calmed down quickly.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he returned to his usual calm state.
At this moment, he seemed to have figured something out, guessed something, and seemed to have seen the past and the future; but he didn't want to think about it anymore, guess about it anymore, let alone see it anymore.
It's a night where the stars are as bright as water.
But Ning Fan looked up at the sky and felt that the stars in the sky were clearly chess pieces falling on the chessboard.
The starlight in the sky reflected in Ning Fan's eyes, mirroring the starry sky in Ning Fan's eyes.
The dense purple starlight began to flow in Ning Fan's eyes, but Ning Fan was not aware of all this.
Almost at the same time that Ning Fan was watching the stars, he saw the place where the Arctic Dao Fruit Conference was located far away.
An old man in purple clothes stood on the top of the Arctic Mountain, amidst the wind and snow, seemingly feeling something.
"Interesting, this person is not the Holy Son Ziwei, but he can actually see a trace of Ziwei Dou Shu from the stars in this world. This is something that most Ziwei Holy Sons cannot do. Zi Dou found a good one Disciple. Unfortunately, if it is only to this extent, it is far from enough to break the cycle of fate. Because everything you do and think is within the control of fate..."
"No one can break fate. The only thing that can be done is partial compromise..."
If Ning Fan were here, he would definitely find that this old man in purple who seems to have seen through everything and talks to himself, looks exactly like the three star king Li Yukou, but he is countless times older than Li Yukou. , the breath is even more decadent and weak, just like a mortal.
…
A few days later, Ning Fan and his party arrived at the end of the journey.
The place where the Arctic Dao Fruit Conference is held - the Northern Barbarian Kingdom.
