After some politeness, Duan Yu was so itchy when he saw that there was a chess game. He greeted Chen Hengzhi and Qiao Feng and went forward, but saw the chessboard carved on a large bluestone, with black pieces and white pieces glowing crystal clear, and both sides had already given more than a hundred sons.

The thin old man picked up a black piece and suddenly his eyebrows trembled, as if he had seen the wonderful and urgent changes in the chess game. The old monk opposite him held a white piece in his hand and pondered.

After a long time, the old monk put down the chess piece, breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head and said, "The Zhenlong chess game set by Master Su is profound and clever. I am not good at chess. I can't crack it, and I can't crack it. I admit defeat!"

Although Su Xinghe on the opposite side won, there was no excitement on his face and said tragically: "Master Xuannan is superb in chess skills, but it's a pity that he doesn't have one move, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

He hoped that someone could break this Zhenlong so that he could find a successor for his master Wuyazi. He picked up more than ten black pieces he had left from the chessboard and put them in a wooden box.

Xuan Nan also picked up more than ten white pieces, and the original formation was still left in the chess game. He retreated aside, lowered his head, and was still thinking about the chess game just now.

Zhenlong is a difficult problem in Go, and it is deliberately putting it into a difficult situation, not a formation that two people play chess. Therefore, it is often extremely difficult to calculate whether it is a life or a disaster.

Often, Zhenlong had as few as ten sons, and the majority were only forty or fifty sons, but Su Xinghe had more than two hundred sons in this game, and the game of chess was almost over.

Duan Yu sat in the mysterious position and bowed: "Mr. Congbian, please give me advice!"

Su Xinghe received guidance from the two men leading the way, knew his identity, and gave a gift: "It turns out to be the prince of Dali, please!"

At this time, Chen Hengzhi walked towards the three wooden houses, but the wooden house was very strange, with no doors or windows. He stretched out his fingers and gently drew a large circle of people on the wooden wall.

Su Xinghe, who was beside him, shouted sternly: "What are you doing?"

Chen Hengzhi didn't look back: "Talk to your master."

He waved his sleeves and the circle drawn on the wooden wall fell down, throwing the falling wooden blocks aside, and walking in.

Su Xinghe's eyes were full of tears and he shouted: "How dare you, thief?"

Su Xinghe fisted and then went up, and his palm force whizzed past, heading towards Chen Heng's back, but he turned a deaf ear and walked firmly into the hole. When the palm force hit about a foot behind Chen Heng, it gradually disappeared without a trace, and a trace of the corner of his clothes was not blown up.

Su Xinghe was shocked and suspicious. He had never encountered such a strange thing before. Until then, an old and low voice came from the cave: "Xinghe, stop, the distinguished guest is here, I have not been able to welcome you from now on. I wish you guilty."

Hearing the sound, Su Xinghe knelt on the ground and cried: "Master, this person's martial arts are superb, and he is afraid that he will not be good to the master. Then the disciple stopped him, but..."

"Crazy, with the cultivation of a distinguished guest, if you have malicious intentions, how long can you stop him?"

The old voice came again.

Chen Hengzhi walked a few steps and came to the room. The old voice sounded: "Dear guest is here, Wuyazi can't give a full gift, please forgive me!"

He looked up and saw an old man hanging from the black room, a rope hanging from the beam of the room was hanging in the air. The walls inside the room were pitch black and the ropes were also black. The two were superimposed, and the ropes could not be seen. At first glance, the man seemed to be sitting in the air.

"Chen Hengzhi has seen fellow Taoist Wuyazi!"

After Chen Hengzhi bowed his head and bowed, he carefully hit him. He saw that his beard was three feet long, his hair was white, his face was like a jade crown, without a trace of wrinkles. He was ninety-three years old, but he was still full of spirit and elegant demeanor.

Wuyazi was old and handsome, but his style remained the same back then. No wonder Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui fell in love with him and fought for him for decades.

Under the observation of the magical power [Destruction of Delusion Eye], Chen Hengzhi discovered that although Wuyazi had the cultivation level of the second-level real person realm, the true energy in his body was necessary to maintain survival and could not take action at all. Otherwise, he would have killed Xingsuhai and asked Ding Chunqiu to take revenge, so why did he waste thirty years?

His spine and bones were broken, and the broken bones had grown together with the flesh and blood. Even if Hua Tuo was born again, he would have no choice.

Because of his injury, his physical function has reached the state of exhaustion and dryness. At most, it will only take half a year. Wuyazi will have a dead end and his soul will return to the darkness.

It’s not that Su Xinghe was so anxious that he started this chess game.

"It turns out to be fellow Daoist Chen. I don't know who is the master of my friend. What's the matter when I look for me?"

Wuyazi nodded and asked in confusion.

When Chen Hengzhi was close to him, Wuyazi felt his existence. The strong, scorching, domineering true energy in Chen Hengzhi's body, as well as the state of integration with heaven and earth at that time, and the unity of man and nature, all let Wuyazi know that this is an existence at the same level as him.

Therefore, he treated Chen Hengzhi with a kind manner.

"On the way to Leigu Mountain, there was an old man named Ding Chunqiu. He was so arrogant in front of me that he actually asked me to kneel down and salute him.

A friend of mine could not stand such humiliation, so he injured him, nullified his martial arts skills, and dragged him all the way to Leigu Mountain.

I happened to visit fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, but I didn’t bring any gifts to me, so I gave him to fellow Taoist fellow Taoist fellow Taoist. What do you think?"

Chen Hengzhi avoided answering Wuyazi's words, but instead spoke with his hands on his back and said something else.

What he said was light and sounded in Wuyazi's ears, but it was no less than the bolt from the blue, like thunder.

Wuyazi's lips squirmed, and old tears were filled with tears: "I can kill my enemy before I die...even if I die immediately, I will be in peace. My fellow Taoist is so kind, I don't know how to repay me..."

Chen Hengzhi nodded: "Actually, I have some inquiries when I visit fellow Taoists this time. I hope that fellow Taoists can inform you."

"Fellow Taoist, I will definitely answer everything I can."

Wuyaziqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart and agreed happily.

"After Chen accidentally learned of Ling Shi Xiaoyaozi's existence, he admired him very much and became aware of his visit. Unfortunately, he searched all over the world and never found any trace of Ling Shi. Therefore, after hearing about Ling Tu's chess game, Chen immediately rushed to Leigu Mountain to meet fellow Taoists."

Chen Hengzhi asked the doubt in his heart: "What Chen wants to know is that Master Ling is still in this world now?"

Wuyazi heard this and raised his head and sighed for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly said: "Master, I don't know everything about him. I only know that his origin is mysterious, free and easy, his whereabouts are vague, and he comes without a trace.

A long time ago, when I was young and my senior sister, I was adopted by my master when I was young. He taught us to practice literature, calligraphy, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., and according to our respective preferences and physiques, we each taught different martial arts.

The elder sister learned the "Eight Destinies and Six Heritages" and "Tianshan Six Yang Palm", "Tianshan Plum Breaks Hand".

I learned the "Bei Ming Divine Art", "Tianshan Six Yang Palm", and "Lingbo Weibu".

The junior sister learned "Little Wuxianggong" and "Baihong Palm".

That time was my happiest time.

I remember that after our three brothers and sisters succeeded in learning, the teacher disappeared…”

Hearing this, Chen Hengzhi asked quickly: "It's gone? Why did it disappear?"
Chapter completed!