When Zhao Ji came over, he greeted him very politely, bowed slightly, and said: "Two Taoist priests, I am a woodcutter in Longshan Town at the foot of the mountain. I have made a living cutting firewood here for generations, but today it is...

I lost my head and went into the mountains and lost my way. I wandered here for about an hour or two, but I still couldn't find the way back."

"The two Taoist priests are merciful. I don't know where this place is. Where can I go back to Nalongshan Town?"

The Taoist with black hair hanging down and a peaceful temperament looked at the chessboard and said in a gentle tone: "My little friend turned around and followed the stream where he came from for an hour. Every time he turned, he turned to the left. On the fifth time, he saw a huge stone.

There is a tree below. From there, turn downward and you can return home."

"Your family has been waiting for a long time, so you'd better go down the mountain quickly."

The woodcutter was not so anxious now that he knew the way back, thinking that he might have met a fairy fate.

The elderly parents at home are in poor health, and would have panic attacks in their dreams every night. If I could ask for some elixirs, they could also relieve my parents' heart palpitations. After hesitating for a while, I felt that my thinking was really disgusting, greedy, and thin-skinned.

I couldn't help but feel hot. I hesitated for a long time and was speechless.

Taking a few steps forward, he saw the game of chess again. For some reason, when he saw this game of chess, Zhao Ji was slightly startled, and then he couldn't help but get addicted to it, as if this game of chess was actually a game of chess.

The most wonderful and mysterious thing in the world aroused the curiosity in my heart.

After thinking about it, I realized that although I had lost my way forward, I now knew the way back.

This road is indeed not short, but if he lets go and runs all the way, he will be able to get home in just one hour, and he is not so anxious anymore. With such a magical fate, he will go home first.

Besides, it’s better not to look at it, but once you look at it, you become addicted to it uncontrollably.

The criss-crossing chessboard seemed to have turned into stars and everything, as if it had turned into the whole world, constantly attracting Zhao Ji's attention. At this time, it had nothing to do with his character or his realm. It was just a simple, living thing facing the unknown.

An instinctive yearning for the vast starry sky.

But at this moment, the young Taoist picked up a chess piece with his fingers and tapped it lightly on the chessboard.

A crisp sound!

This voice seemed to resound in the bottom of my heart.

Just like when ordinary people are dreaming, there is a sound of a flute nearby, the sound of cracking gold and stone and breaking jade.

Zhao Ji woke up with a start, his face turned pale, and he was in a daze for a long time before he noticed the source of the sound. He saw the Wen Taoist fall for a moment, and everything seemed to be changing. He raised his head and looked over with gentle eyes.

, said: "Little friend, the way you came is still there, so you should leave quickly."

However, Zhao Ji was already aroused by this chess game, and his mind was focused on it. He felt a little embarrassed immediately, and bowed his hands and said: "I'm sorry to bother you, Taoist Master, but I've been good at chess since I was a child. When I saw this chess game today, I was really itching."

, I feel that there is no more interesting chess game in the world than this one."

"I really want to finish watching this game."

"I promise that I won't say a word more and will just watch quietly from the side. With the mercy of the immortal, will I allow this junior to watch the chess game from the side?"

When he said this, he was indeed sincere and extremely polite. The man then persuaded him to leave several times, but after several attempts, he suddenly stopped talking and only looked at Zhao Ji with his blank eyes.

Passing further, I saw the place behind Zhao Ji and at the bottom of the mountain. I paused and then sighed.

Immediately he stopped trying to persuade him and allowed Zhao Ji to watch the game.

The chess game itself was already extremely delicate, not to mention the unparalleled charm in this chess game. Zhao Ji was so absorbed in watching it that he didn't mention it. But the Taoist lifted up a piece and dropped it at will, but it seemed like a thunderbolt rose from the ground.

The roar came and went, and the man opposite him turned pale for an instant, and strands of blood seemed to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

And if a high-ranking emperor comes here, he will be able to notice the difference. A game of chess in the deep mountains and forests has a very profound aura, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, continuously changing, passing through these two players.

The body seems to be connected with all things in the world.

The chess game is the avenue!

Within the chess game, there is the universe!

Playing chess with God's will on the chess pieces is a confrontation. In the eyes of this woodcutter who came down from the mountain, they are just two hermits playing chess in this mountain. But in their eyes, this is a fight. The true spirit of this ancient god,

Dropping a stone is like digging a ravine, causing mountains and rivers to turn and surge majestically.

As soon as the Taoist son fell, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and his sword crossed the fence.

As the children fell one after another, Zhao Ji seemed to have seen everything in the world in a trance. He saw the majestic waves and turbulent seas, and also saw lightning and thunder, bombarding the volcano, causing thunder and fire to intersect, and he was terrified.

.

These different phases clash, again and again, round by round, seemingly endlessly.

I don't know how long has passed.

It seems extremely long, but it also seems to be just a moment. No, on the intertwined level of heaven and earth, if the traces of the mountains and rivers are used as a crisscross chessboard, the movement and flow of the stars in the sky are used as chess pieces, and then the bright and brilliant thunder and fire are used,

It sounds like the crisp sound of a chess piece falling on the chessboard.

This is a momentary chess game.

Just as the pieces fell one by one and the pieces played against each other, the situation on the chessboard gradually became clear.

In the end, even with Zhao Ji's eyesight and chess skills, it can be seen that the Taoist had the absolute upper hand. He was not in a hurry, not slow, not slow, just falling one piece after another, and gradually eating away at it.

By relying on the opponent's strength, he finally accumulated a majestic momentum, and it seemed that a random move could cause huge waves.

In the end, the ancient spirit seemed to be unable to accumulate any more. He tried his best and regained his strength. The situation was majestic, the river was raging, he was breathing out the clouds, and connected with the charm of the avenue. The majesty and majesty seemed to be transformed into immeasurable magical power. The Taoist man was peaceful and lifted up.

He picked up a chess piece between his fingers and dropped it calmly.

There was a crisp sound.

So it seemed that the big dragon was cut off at the middle.

There was a clear and crisp sound, and time seemed to freeze. Soon, the clear sound seemed to be stretched and became endless. Amidst the crunching sound, the chessboard suddenly shattered from the middle, and the ancient god suddenly opened his mouth.

He coughed out a large mouthful of blood, and the injuries he had been suppressing seemed to finally be completely unsuppressed at this moment, and his face turned pale.

He suddenly put aside the chess game and was about to head towards Tianque. But just as he made a move, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air. The Taoist's finger was flat on his eyebrows, without any sharpness. The Taoist was calm.

Looking at Him, it feels like I have traveled through more than two thousand years and returned to that year, the most majestic period of the Final Tribulation.

The gaze he saw at this moment was the same as that of the Taoist who was confronting him with a sword.

Time seemed to have lost its value and meaning at this time. The Taoist smiled slightly and said gently:

"you lose."

The three words of understatement seemed to break the ancient god's state of mind in an instant. He was severely injured first, and then confronted Qi Wuhuo for thousands of years, and then abandoned the true form of the god and demon. The ones here at this moment were all consumed together.

The ultimate true spiritual will.

Unwilling!

Extremely unwilling!

He roared angrily, and once again burst out with tyrannical momentum and powerful Qi.

It's just that this time, before his power condensed, before his Qi gathered, the Taoist took advantage of the trend and exploded with a supreme sword-cutting sword. In just an instant, he penetrated the extremely exhausted body.

The powerful god and demon, after the sword energy penetrated him, it still continued to flow towards the back.

It's just that this power, which is powerful enough to shatter the last true spirit of the final calamity god and demon, falls on the grass and trees in the mountains, but it only makes the buds of the grass and trees sway slightly, like a wisp of breeze blowing on the face, the creation of the world.

The ancient god stared blankly at the sword blowing through the mountains and forests, knowing that the realm of the Taoist in front of him was as high as transcendence.

It seems like only one step away.

After a long time, he finally seemed to be impressed, closed his eyes, and finally uttered only one word.

"Clothes."

Starting from the sword mark between the eyebrows, there was a stream of light flowing, and the cracks slowly spread in all directions. Finally, a gust of wind blew in the face, turning into a stream of broken light, falling into the world, leaving no trace left.

Qi Wuhuo slowly retracted his finger. The enemy who had been facing each other for two thousand years was finally defeated by this person.

His body was arrogant and willful, and eventually disappeared with the breeze.

It was only at this time that Zhao Jifang slowly woke up. When he was confused, he saw that the game had been decided on the chessboard, and there was also a glaring crack on the chessboard, which caused the chessboard to break into two pieces.

Looking around, he saw another chess player who had disappeared. He couldn't help being surprised and puzzled, and said:

"This...immortal chief, where is that senior?"

He saw the Taoist sitting there getting up.

It seemed that he had not been able to move freely for a long time. He settled down, then stretched out his hand. At the position where he was playing chess with him, a stone flew over and landed in his palm. This was the god who created the world in the next era.

The remaining ray of power and true spirit of the demon turned into this spiritual stone.

Qi Wuhuo put the object away, looked at the chess game with a calm gaze, and said, "He has gone."

Zhao Ji was confused and sighed: "It turns out that senior lost the chess game and left early."

At this moment, he said with embarrassment: "The boy just now didn't know what was going on. He was like crazy and bothered the senior for two or three hours, but he is extremely embarrassed." He bowed deeply, and the Taoist nodded gently, with compassion in his eyes.

The woodcutter didn't understand what it meant, so he stood up and felt refreshed.

He was about to say goodbye, but the Taoist called him to stop him.

Zhao Ji only felt that his spirit was much clearer. It was not like before. He stayed in the academy for several years and only practiced a basic Zajia technique. He bowed and asked, "Does the Immortal have any other instructions?"

The Taoist looked at him and said gently: "If you feel that the depression in your heart is unbearable someday."

"You can go to this place to live in seclusion for a while, and have your own mountains and forests to live in peace and quiet."
To be continued...