It was August in Hutian, and the northeastern land was short and the night was long. Only when the afternoon was over, the sunset fell to the west and the sky was converging.

The cold wind blew across the valley, but saw a row of pine trees standing rugged, still full of green. Looking down from the sky, the row of pine trees looked like a dividing line. One step outside was snow. When you took a step back, you saw the green forest.

Looking further inside, this valley is not an ordinary world, with towers and pavilions.

Among the towers and pavilions, there is a high platform, all of which stands up there. There is no door below, no stairs above, and only four wooden pillars stand on the top, all of which are of no paint. The wooden pillars are surrounded by white gauze to block the wind, and the sky is covered on the top, as if you can pick the stars by raising your hand.

The center of this platform is a yin and yang fish made of black and white stone. Outside the yin and yang fish, there are two people sitting opposite each other, and there is a chessboard in the middle. The black and white bite on the plate is officially difficult to resolve.

One of the middle-aged Taoist priests held Yunzi in his hand for a long time. A clean and tender hand slowly fell down, and then he quickly raised it, and he wanted to let go, but he had obviously been struggling for a long time.

His opponent was also dressed in Taoist costumes, wearing hidden blue. The Taoist priest looked about ten years younger than Taoist priest Changkao, and was carrying an antique sword behind him. The sword was made of kinked pine wood as the hilt, and the wood and zhi were combined into the sword thigh, and the spirit was everywhere. No matter who saw it at first sight, he would never think that it was a sword with broken hair and broken hair and cut iron like mud.

"Senior Brother," said Taoist Priest Changjian, "You are so undecisive that you are really confused."

"Well, why did you say this?" The priest simply put down the chess piece in his hand, sat up, picked up the table and took a sip.

"I can't make a decision, it's just because I'm afraid of losing. With my senior brother's cultivation, is there a difference between winning and losing?" The young Taoist priest smiled, as if he was proud of catching his senior brother's painful foot.

"Hahaha," said the older one, "I only follow the chess way. The one I'm asking is only in line with the way. How can I know how to win or lose? Qingfeng, your not fighting for winning or losing is ashamed of fighting for winning or losing. Therefore, if you don't compete, isn't it a discriminatory heart?"

"Haha, senior brother said that." Qingfeng gently patted his knees, rose up, and looked outside through the gauze. For a moment, the mountains and rivers were hazy and the plants were gracious.

"Senior Brother," Qingfeng chanted, "Is there a resolution in the valley about the change of heaven?"

The elderly Taoist put down the teacup, stared at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, pinched the sword and pointed it at it little by little, as if he was calculating gains and losses, and ignored his junior brother's words.

Qingfeng said intimately: These hermits do not talk to others all year round, and even their minds are slow.

He was about to ask, but suddenly he heard his senior brother sigh and said slowly: "The Tribulation of Eternal Life."

"Oh?" Qingfeng was slightly stunned, "How could it be?"

In Go, the probability of playing the Eternal Tribulation is extremely small. Although the battle is fierce in this game, this situation of playing chess is not shown.

Seeing Qingfeng leaning over, the Taoist slowly pressed the chess piece down and said, "Look, how?"

"I'll give you two sons to eat when you get angry, it's amazing!" Qingfeng's eyes lit up, "This makes me helpless, otherwise you'll be able to get a chess if you mention my four sons." He thought for a while, and then said, "I have to mention you here..."

The Taoist smiled and mentioned the second son again.

The chess face was restored immediately, and from the perspective of the whole chess game, there was nowhere to be opened, and it could only be repeated in the same shape and never ended.

The so-called immortality disaster.

"Wonderful, wonderful." The Taoist Qingfeng gently stroked his beard, reviewed it in his mind, and deliberately recorded it into a score. Although his love for Go was not a hobby, this rare immortal disaster was still worth recording.

"What you just asked is this game of chess." The older Taoist also stood up and pointed to the chessboard: "Things of the world are like chess, and the outcome is hard to tell."

"Senior Brother is saying," Qingfeng couldn't help but interrupt the chess record in his mind, "Senior Brother Yun refused to come out?"

"No, no," said the old Taoist laughing, "The guest in the clouds is ready to move, as if he wants to come out of the mountain."

"Jiang Anjun has already gone down the mountain, and Senior Brother Yun is also interested in coming out," Qingfeng chuckled softly, "Is it because Senior Brother can't bear to leave the beautiful scenery of Longkong Valley?"

The older Taoist smiled and said, "Brother I am only one step away from being a holy fetus. I have been practicing hard for many years and dare not be careless." He paused and said, "And what I am concerned about is not the fate of the country."

"Oh?" Qingfeng bowed and bowed, "I would like to ask my senior brother for advice."

The Taoist walked two steps and said slowly: "When the heavens change, I also peeked at them and heard about the destiny of heaven."

"Can there be a clear decree for the destiny of heaven?" Qingfeng stepped forward and asked.

"This certain number of Ming Dynasty demise has been withdrawn."

"Wouldn't it be that we should reverse the dragon energy and build a country again?" Qingfeng couldn't help but stir up and said, "If Senior Brother has obtained the skill of supporting the dragon, the holy fetus that will be formed must not be simple!"

"Yes, if you have the merit of supporting the dragon, you will be able to get a 60% fixed number in the future." The Taoist smiled and suddenly changed his mind: "But..."

Qingfeng immediately calmed down and waited patiently for the senior brother to continue.

"But," said the Taoist, "I think there are still words that have not been finished in this destiny."

"Senior brother, can you say it bluntly?"

"Who do you think that kind person is?" The Taoist asked back.

"When I was in Gusu, I heard He Shouqing say that his star had not entered his life, so I didn't know anything else." Qingfeng thought for a moment, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "But at that time, I asked He Shouqing and Zhao Shoude why they didn't accept this Taoist man, and both of them said they couldn't accept it..."

"The Iron Staff Guest is your old friend. What should he look like if he can't accept it?" The elderly Taoist tempted: "You see, the changes in the sky and the world are all changed because of this kind man. The star does not enter his life is just a convenient door for him, but it is not the fundamental reason. The fundamental reason is why a person who has not entered his life suddenly appears."

"Why is this?" Qingfeng was stunned, "It has been rare throughout the ages."

"It's unheard of!" the Taoist priest corrected, "but it reminded me of my coming out of seclusion and left five thousand spiritual words... From the time of the day, it was also an unheard of truth."

"Ah!" Qing Feng suddenly felt a chill of air coming from the soles of his feet and said in surprise: "Did he come from the Four Saints?"

"Even if it is not the Four Holy Heavens," the Taoist thought conservatively, "at least it is the Four Brahmas."

Whether it is the Four Holy Heavens or the Four Brahmas, they are all holy truths outside the Three Realms and twenty-eight Heavens, and they are gods who truly jump out of the Three Realms and are not in the Five Elements. When they reach their realm, they can no longer be said to be human or non-human, but can only be said to be gods that fit the Tao, and naturally they cannot interfere with the process of the human world.

Unless civilization begins to open, the lower realm is enlightened. For example, Yuanshi Tianzun enlightens Huangdi with Guangchengzi.

Or, the ignorance is about to end, and the way is to be guided by the ordinary people. Just like the Heavenly Lord of Morality leaves five thousand messages with Lao Danzi.

Both times, the gods from the Four Saints Heaven came to earth. The result is naturally that the former planted the seeds, and the latter fertilized the saplings that had just broken through the ground.

What about this time?

"Is it not that I want to destroy the world and start over?" Qingfeng suddenly felt so scared by his past years that his heart was thrilling.

"It seems that the difference in your cultivation level is different. Do you think I will know more?" the older Taoist chuckled.

Qingfeng shook his head slightly, saying that he did not dare to take it. He knew that the senior brother had already stepped into the holy fetus realm with one foot, but he had not even practiced the first soul. Although it seemed that the difference between the two souls was no less than that of the two heavens in cultivation.

The two of them saw that the sky was getting dark and the cool breeze was getting off, and they were about to leave. Suddenly, they saw the yin and yang fish on the ground suddenly flowing. After a few breaths, a Taoist priest covered in dust stood on the fish's eyes, swept the two of them, and shouted: "Two senior brothers, help me!"

...

The moment Qian Yiqun crawled into the woods, the bitter thunder quickly caught up. He didn't know how much the dark clouds above his head could cover, and running forward was not a good idea after all. Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through Qian Yiqun's mind. It was the scene when Teacher Gao Ren threatened the lives of everyone in the courtyard that day.

——The day the bitter Chen couldn't bear to implicate innocent people, and there was no reason why this great compassion was even more reversal.

Qian Yiqun was scheming in his mind, and he broke his body and rushed towards Shenyang City after a few ups and downs. He had come to Shenyang City before, and sneaked in with the magic sand technique, but this time he didn't care about so many. He opened his thunder in his palm and killed the guards guarding the city gate.

When the soldiers on the top of the city saw it, they shouted to close the door, but how could they stop Guibu Wudi Qian Yiqun?

It was precisely the way that Monk Kuchen stopped outside.

"A Han monk is coming to massacre the city!" Qian Yiqun had no bottom line and threw thunder in his palms, bombarded the houses, and spread rumors loudly.

Although the city was dominated by Jurchens, there were still Han people remaining, and the city of Shenyang was in chaos. Some were timid and afraid of things, some were thinking about killing people and making meritorious contributions, and some were robbed by fire and fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Qian Yiqun shuttled through the crowd and quickly collected a few hairs. This was a casual thing in the Han area, but it was very difficult here - the Jurchens only left a small handful of rat tails.

Qian Yiqun crossed Shenyang, transformed into a humble alley, and suddenly became a Jurchen. Shenyang said it was big or small, and in the era without a mobile Weibo, two people who looked exactly the same, one in the south and one in the north would not be exposed.

Qian Yiqun had a very strong psychological quality. He stood on the street swaggeringly and started to cheer with the crowd. From time to time, he spoke two Jurchen words, imitating what others had called.

He knew that his disguise array could not be hidden from Ku Chen, and becoming a Jurchen was only the first step.

The second step is to sneak into a house, really put on the Jurchen costume, wear a thick fur hat, and cover yourself with your head and face. As long as you don’t use magic, no matter how high Ku Chen’s cultivation is, you will not be able to find yourself in the big city of tens of thousands of people.

Just as Qian Yiqun was looking for a house, he suddenly stretched out a hand behind him and grabbed his arm. Qian Yiqun's reaction was so quick that he immediately turned around to avoid it, but behind him was a young woman in a straight satin suit.

The woman shouted a few Jurchen words at Qian Yiqun, and the crowd around him immediately made a way out. The woman did not avoid the defense of men and women, and reached out to pull Qian Yiqun away.
Chapter completed!