Sunshine, bright, clean, clear and pure.
This signature smile had such a strong sense of déjà vu that Wang Zijia felt a little dazed.
"Senior brother, you helped me out back then. Now it's my junior brother's turn to help you. We have come and gone." The man in Confucian robes said with a bright smile like a child.
Wang Zijia: "Senior, have you admitted the wrong person? Junior..."
"It doesn't matter, let's treat it as our first meeting!" Before Wang Zijia could ask why, the man in Confucian robes smiled and saluted Wang Zijia: "Taixu Immortal Sect Yunlai, I have met Senior Brother Yunzhong!"
'Yunzhong? Cloud neutrons? '
Wang Zijia's pupils shrank slightly, and some of his doubtful guesses were almost confirmed in an instant.
"It seems that senior brother has partially awakened his Su Hui!"
Wang Zijia's reaction was well concealed, even if it was just his consciousness, it was even more obscure, but it was still captured by the young man in scholar's shirt.
"It's a pity. It would be nice if senior brother came later and fully awakened."
He spoke sadly for a moment, then immediately regained his brilliance and said, "But it's good to be able to meet my senior brother again."
Wang Zijia came to his senses slightly and said with a serious expression: "I've seen fellow Taoist Yunlai!"
"It's junior brother!" the man in Confucian shirt corrected.
Wang Zijia paused and said, "Didn't fellow Taoist say, treat it like the first time we met?"
"Senior brother, you still have such an idea." The man in the Confucian shirt was stunned for a moment, and stopped worrying about the issue of the title. He said to Wang Zijia: "Senior brother, please come into the courtyard to talk!"
Although Wang Zijia was confused, he did not respond. After returning the greeting slightly, he came to the courtyard.
Under the pear tree, beside the stone table.
There is an endgame on it, where black and white chess pieces fight.
When the man in Confucian shirt saw Wang Zijia looking at the mess, he swept it away with a wave of his hand and said: "Since it is senior brother here, this kind of thing is not suitable for senior brother."
"Let's change our approach. It's just right. I also want to beat my senior brother in a round!"
Wang Zijia shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not proficient in chess skills, let alone chess skills."
The man in Confucian shirt smiled mysteriously and said: "It doesn't matter! I have my own way to maintain fairness. Sit down!"
Wang Zijia leaned over and sat down, and the man in Confucian shirt also sat down, pondered for a moment, and thought for a moment.
He raised his hand and a book appeared.
"Array of Instruments: Three Talents"
"The Duobao Taoism was highly praised by my senior brother back then. This is a new chess method based on the Three Talents Formation. It is a special weapon formation that lays out the fortune of the world. I only collected it and have never touched on this direction."
"I declare myself a cultivator, Dao Nian. How about we give it half an hour to study each other's thoughts and start a chess game again?"
He handed the book to Wang Zijia and added:
"Of course, it can't be considered absolutely fair. After all, I have studied chess carefully and can pick it up faster. But... it's not very fair that my senior brother beat me back then!"
'It's as good as the first meeting! '
Wang Zijia was speechless and a little confused. She probably understood, but she probably didn't.
Probably seeing Wang Zijia's expression, he added: "Okay, regardless of the past, only the present. What do you think, senior brother?"
Wang Zijia picked up the book and said, "Do I have to win? What if I fail?"
Yunlaizi shook his head, showed a bright smile, and said: "No, I just want to play chess with my senior brother again. Winning or losing is not important."
Wang Zijia nodded silently and opened the book in front of him.
It is strange to say that it is obviously just a conscious body, but when Wang Zijia opened the book, he found that countless runes were poured into his mind like spells carved on jade slips.
In just a moment, Wang Zijia memorized all the spells.
San Cai Yan Luck Chapter (1 million/10 million for those who haven’t started yet) Fifth Grade Beginner
Three Talents Playing Luck Chapter: The Tao of chess formation is unified, with the heaven and earth as its main body, and all living beings as its children. The game is started and the stones are placed, and the fortune of the moment is determined, and the pattern of the whole life is determined.
It contains the three talents of formation, the three talents of weapons, and the three talents of chess. This is the introductory chapter.
After learning the technique, Wang Zijia tried to communicate with the chaotic sea of consciousness, probably due to the state of his consciousness. He found that once he got in, he would leave this place.
However, it does not affect his communication with the Chaos Consciousness Sea.
With a thought, information emerges.
Cultivation: Early stage of Yuanshen
Daoxing: One thousand years (410 million/500 million)
Spiritual root: special earth-blood spiritual root (immortal grade 50 million/2 billion)
Yingshen Dao Tradition: Chapter 3 of the Pseudo God's Word·Fifth Grade Low Level (Dacheng)
True Taoist Tradition: Duobao Lava Demon Realm Chapter·Fifth Grade Low Level (Dacheng)
Fayuan Taoism: Hidden Time and Space·Seed of Supernatural Power (200 Million/10 Billion in Breeding)
Five Elements Taoist Demonstration Chapter (3 million/30 million before entry), fifth grade high level.
San Cai Yan Luck Chapter (1 million/10 million for those who haven’t started yet) Fifth Grade Beginner
All Things Transform into Spirits and Immortals (Fragment 500,000/?) Unknown grade
Tai Chi: 9.92 million
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Since it was a competition and a game of chess, Wang Zijia would certainly not be so stupid as to just do it.
Looking at the information, Wang Zijia thought about it.
In the chaotic sea of consciousness, the paper man's clone directly started the exchange, first allocating the value of his cultivation to his skills.
[Do you want to consume 200 million value points to upgrade the fifth-grade Taoist Chapter: Three Talents' Luck Chapter to Dacheng? 】
"yes!"
Daoxing: One thousand years (210 million/500 million)
Tai Chi: 10.92 million
Suddenly, with Wang Zijia's confirmation, countless insights began to appear in his mind.
He seemed to have transformed into a counselor, walking around the dynasties and immortal dynasties, making plans and arranging the world.
Either the prince seizes the heir, or he helps the emperor expand his territory, or he helps the general fight in the war...
After countless layouts and countless insights, finally one day, his dragon took shape, the chess game appeared in the world, and the Taoism was completed.
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After a long time, Wang Zijia slowly came back to his senses. When he opened his eyes, he found that Yun Laizi was still sitting in meditation with his eyes closed. His whole body was filled with Tao Yun, and he was obviously still comprehending.
His so-called self-promotion was actually like that of Wang Zijia, just like a monk in the Yuanshen Realm, with almost complete seals in all aspects of his Taoism and mind.
Time passed by and it was three quarters of an hour later.
When Yunlaizi opened his eyes quietly, he found Wang Zijia looking at him quietly. He was stunned, shook his head and said: "Senior brother, your understanding is still so terrifying!"
Wang Zijia didn't reply, but Yunlaizi asked, "Shall we start?"
Wang Zijia nodded and said, "Yes!"
Yunlaizi waved his hand, and there were two more chess pots on the small stone table in front of him. The one for Wang Zijia was white, and the one opposite was black.
"Please, senior brother!"
Hearing this, Wang Zijia picked up a white seed without saying a word.
"despair!"
The chess piece fell onto the chessboard with a soft sound, like a strange wave spreading out.
"kill!"
The next moment, endless sounds of fighting rang in Wang Zijia's ears.
He looked around in shock. The chess table was still the same, and even the pear tree behind him was still the same.
However, they are no longer in the small courtyard next to the stream and spiritual spring at the foot of the hill. Instead, they are like a fairy palace in the clouds, suspended in the sky for nine days.
At this moment, he and Yunlaizi were like real immortals sitting high in the sky for nine days, playing chess in the clouds.
Among the floating clouds, I sat at the stone table and played chess, with the pear tree swaying.
Looking down, under the clouds, there is a world of monks. They are divided into two waves and are fighting endless demons and strange things.
"Snapped!"
There was a soft sound, and at the moment when the enemy fell, the two groups of people below seemed to have received some help from some unknown source and entered the group of monsters.
What kind of chess is this? This is using the world as a chess game, and the two parties are competing to save the world! ! !
This kind of handwriting... Earthly Immortal? Immortal? Xuanxian?
What kind of old monster is he?
Wang Zijia was a little stunned.
Yunlaizi suddenly said: "By the way, I forgot that senior brother is here to inherit the throne of God, I need to help senior brother again!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand, causing the heaven and earth to fluctuate.
Wang Zijia felt the familiar method of hiding in time and space, but it was completely different. The whole space seemed to have changed, but it did not change.
Help?
What is the key to Shinto inheritance?
I frowned for a while but didn't feel anything.
"Please, senior brother!" Yun Laizi calmly motioned to Wang Zijia to continue.
"despair!"
Wang Zijia stopped talking and concentrated on making moves.
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Wanyu Sect, in the void connected to the Ascension Hall, at this moment, the three elders of the Ascension Hall, with the blessing of the Ascension Pool and the support of the huge Ascension Channel, are spitting out massive amounts of mana in the void.
Three huge rays of magic rainbow light, like three colorful ribbons, pulled Qinglian and anchored towards the spatial anchor point of Wanyu Sect's Ascension Hall.
The three of them were all very strenuous, like three donkeys pulling a cart, groaning with fatigue.
However, the next moment, the aura of Qinglian Realm suddenly surged, and the three elders who were pulling him suddenly relaxed.
The three of them looked at this scene blankly, and then asked in shock: "What's going on?"
Before they could think about the result, the next moment, Qinglian Realm actually flew directly towards them, making them look horrified, and they decisively got into the silver door behind them and disappeared without a trace.
Just returned to Ascension Hall!
"kill!"
A cry of murder rang out from Jiutian.
The three people with shocked faces looked at each other, then all stepped out of the hall and looked towards the sky.
At this moment, not only them, but also the entire universe, monks were floating all over the sky. Countless disciples raised their heads and looked at the sky blankly.
Not just Wanyu Sect, but the entire Zhenling Domain, all living beings can see the sky when they raise their heads.
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I saw a silver-haired young man and a man in Confucian robes sitting opposite each other in the clouds in the nine heavens. There were sparse chess pieces on the stone table, and the pear trees were swaying behind them.
The two of them were like immortal gods sitting high in the clouds of the sky, their bodies covering the sky and the sun, constantly pressing against the heaven and the earth.
Below the two of them were worlds, with groups of people constantly fighting.
With every move they made, streaks of rays of light fell down, helping a group of people to slay demons.
The Immortal God starts the game by taking all living beings as his sons to save the world.
What a spectacular scene!
It’s just like that ancient myth and legend!
In the Zhenling Realm, countless monks looked confused and their eyes were dull, and the Tribulation God Lord was not much better either.
Suddenly, the two of them seemed to have been sleeping for a long time.
A young Taoist boy strolled from the depths of the clouds. He nervously held a teapot with a nervous look on his face, and carefully offered tea to the two Heaven-shading Immortals.
While sipping tea, I couldn't help but peek at the silver-haired man.
The silver-haired man felt this and glanced at the boy casually, his eyes paused on his face, and then he looked at him seriously again.
The young Taoist priest was also very nervous, thinking that this mysterious uncle who suddenly appeared had disturbed his elegance, so he said respectfully: "Feng Yuan has met the uncle!"
The silver-haired immortal looked at the tea boy and said, "Your name is Feng Yuan? Yue Fengyuan?"
Yue Fengyuan, the last immortal in the Zhenling Realm, died eight thousand years ago, starting a centuries-long dark turmoil in the Zhenling Realm.
"Return to Master, yes!" the young tea boy said carefully.
The Confucian Immortal God also said in confusion: "What's wrong, senior brother, is there something wrong with my tea boy?"
But the silver-haired immortal god shook his head and said: "It's okay, I just feel that although this baby has the appearance of an immortal, he will have a long life!"
The Immortal God in Confucian shirt also glanced at the tea boy and said: "The younger generation will have its own blessings. Let him go. Senior brother, it's your turn!"
"despair!"
The silver-haired immortal god stopped talking and made his move again.
At the same time, another girl dressed as a child came from the depths of the clouds carrying a plate of grapes.
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In the Zhenling Domain, countless monks watched this scene.
Countless bigwigs in the Zhenling Domain were immediately stunned by the appearance of the tea boy. They were even more horrified after hearing the conversation between the two immortals.
"Is that... Immortal Lord?"
"How is it possible? Didn't the Immortal Lord die together with the Demon Lord seven thousand five years ago!"
"You're kidding, how can the Immortal Lord be a tea boy for others!"
"Yue Fengyuan? What an immortal!"
"Then these two are...?"
"Using the heaven and earth as a chess piece, all living beings as sons, playing chess in all realms, is this, is this an ancient power?"
"Then why did you suddenly appear?"
"What happened! Is it happening now?"
"Don't you think that silver-haired figure covering the sky is so familiar?"
"It looks familiar to me too!"
"That seems to be our sect's Lord Chiyang, right?"
"Weak Crown Divine Lord? Nine Tribulations Chiyang?"
"The reincarnated swordsman Li Shenghong?"
"This... this... Li Shenghong is also a reincarnation? An ancient immortal?"
"That's right. How can an ordinary monk complete any reincarnation? It's a reincarnation that spans thousands of years and spans endless time and space. And I heard that Li Shenghong became a god king in his twenties back then, just like now."
"Yes, I think Li Shenghong was also awakened by Su Hui back then!"
"O ancient immortal god!"
"In which realm does this game take place?"
"You should ask, in what era did this happen!"
In the Demon-Suppressing Sect, countless disciples were making a fuss, and the pupils of each god-king shrank, with expressions of astonishment on their faces.
Several Tribulation-Transcending God-Monarchs even stirred up their spiritual thoughts, trying to find Wang Zijia and question him.
After a while, Wang Zijia was not found, so he looked at the two gods playing chess in the sky with surprise and uncertainty.
Not only Wan Yu, but the entire Zhenling Territory was in a state of shock.
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In Changbao Prefecture, the five giants looked at the sky in astonishment.
"I knew that Ninth Brother was not simple. After he fainted and died, he suddenly changed from a sacrificial wine to a divine king. Su Hui must have awakened at that time!"
"Has father been reincarnated many times?"
"Master is actually an ancient immortal god!"
"Master, was this the same in ancient times, fighting against demons for life after life?"
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While the cultivators were stunned, Li Shenghui stood on the eaves of a building, looking at the scene in the sky with an incomprehensible expression, speechless for a long time.
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(End of chapter)
