On the Zhenwu Mountain, Li Chunqiu and the old Taoist in Zhenwu Mountain were slowly playing chess, and they made a very slow move.

At this point, mental arithmetic has surpassed the so-called human situation, and the nineteen paths have no challenges or secrets for them.

However, in this game, in addition to the original chess pieces, there is also a great battle for the competition. Although the True Lord has been granted all his cultivation, his heart is still the same.

There are back and forth with Li Chunqiu.

Moreover, this game of chess is just to help Li Chunqiu overcome the tribulation better. Winning and losing are all clouds in the sky.

The great way of heaven and earth is like a millstone of yin and yang constantly turning on Li Chunqiu, experiencing every inch of magic power and soul around Li Chunqiu.

After Li Chunqiu knocked down all the people in the realm of true immortals in the world, there was no one in this world who could endanger him. At this moment, he was using every inch of his magic power to accelerate this tempering.

Although the "burning legions" have not arrived yet, Li Chunqiu felt an indescribable sense of urgency in his heart, as if the "burning legions" will be here tomorrow.

Endless disasters arose and perish on Li Chunqiu.

The most important thing for humans and disasters to achieve enlightenment is to understand the way of disasters and disasters from the world.

It is precisely because the way of heaven constantly uses this kind of charm to temper those who respond to the disaster that the people who respond to the disaster are disliked by everyone in the world, thus allowing all the people in the world to enter the disaster.

Li Chunqiu held the black chess piece, calming down, frowned and seemed to be thinking about something. After a long time, he suddenly spoke:

"The king of Song was defeated."

Li Chunqiu said the result calmly, as if he had just witnessed it. Even the Zhenwu Mountain True Lord Zhang Junbao was also a little surprised by this foresight. He didn't quite understand how Li Chunqiu knew it now.

But Zhang Junbao still drank a sip of wine and replied:

"He could not win at all. The three religions have been established for two thousand years, and the foundation of two thousand years cannot be eliminated by an emperor.

The entire dynasty of the State of Song was controlled by Confucianism, and even the other eighteen countries outside the Song Dynasty had Confucian disciples holding heavy power. What can a king do? If he fails to clean up, he will be blamed."

In a word, the power of Confucianism can be clearly explained. Confucianism is spread all over the world, and disciples are almost everywhere in every corner of the nineteen countries. This is the power of Confucianism.

Li Chunqiu nodded slightly holding the chess piece and continued:

"After the defeat of the Song Kingdom, the four countries of Nan Qin, Nanliang, Ba and Yan were attacking each other."

This is exactly the saying "If you can't clean it up, you will be blamed."

This war was initiated by Confucian scholars, and this is the momentum of Confucianism.

The foundations of the dynasties in the world are Confucianism.

Laojun continued to drink the wine and enjoyed the sweet spirit down his throat.

"There are really opportunities to compete for the world in this world, including Chu, Wu, and Hou Ming. The rest are just supporting roles on the stage."

"Although I don't study the Nineteen Kingdoms very much, I have lived for more than two thousand years, and I know some of it after all."

Then Laojun's hand whose sleeves were broken by Li Chunqiu pointed at Wei Wuya, burped, and said:

"If this kid had no such move as Mr. Chunqiu, he would have the momentum of being the emperor's life."

These words scared Wei Wuya, who was sitting not far away from the two of them, and even his energy almost went wrong.

Wei Wuya has been practicing the "Zhenwu Taoist Shop" with Laojun's guidance these days, with Laojun's guidance. This Taoist world's number one person did not mind that others practiced his skills at all.

According to him, this is the law of fate.

This is a ghost's fate.

"Zhengjun, you are also a senior over two thousand years old, so you can't talk nonsense."

Wei Wuya smiled awkwardly and said:

"If the Emperor of Great Chu listens to this, I will have big trouble."

Wei Wuya was already rising, but in the past few days, Wei Wuya realized that except for the sudden fight, all the things in the world seemed to be in his eyes.

He said that Bailu Mountain was attacked by the king of Song, but Bailu Mountain was really attacked by the king of Song. After Wei Wuya received his father's letter, he estimated the time. This Mr. Chunqiu really seemed to have seen it on the scene. At the moment when the incident happened, he knew it.

But the two big guys seemed to be in a mess as they chatted.

Talked about him.

Laojun from Zhenwu Mountain smiled and waved his hand against the rocks:

"Even if the old man doesn't say it, the Emperor of Chu is weak, but he understands it very well in his heart."

Wei Wuya opened his mouth and finally did not refute. If the Emperor of Chu was mediocre, then he would not have to pretend to be a playboy.

Laojun did not talk much about Wei Wuya. He was really not interested in who he became an emperor. Instead, he had too many things he didn't understand about Li Chunqiu.

"This game that Mr. Chunqiu participated in has caused a major change in the situation between the world. Otherwise, although the nineteen countries would not deal with each other, they should have ten years left."

"The old man has calculated that Mr. Hun shouldn't exist, Mr. Hun is a variable that Mr. Hun shouldn't exist. Even this heavenly way of heaven never thought that Mr. Hun came into the world."

In an instant, Laojun seemed to think of the new enlightened person that day, but the heavenly way seemed to be like the repeated thunder phenomena of heavenly thunder that could not be seen.

"After the former gentleman was in a disaster, he could even withdraw, which made the heavenly way angry, but the old man really didn't understand."

"You will know after this game."

Li Chunqiu slowly stepped on the chessboard and did not answer this answer.

Since everything will eventually be known, why not wait for those people to kick off the curtain themselves?

Li Chunqiu smiled and added:

"Along with that way to break the deadlock."

The 2,000-year-old antique on Zhenwu Mountain suddenly showed a ray of light in his eyes. The burly old man nodded and said:

"The old man is waiting."

On the Zhenwu Mountain, a hawk suddenly flew down and landed on Wei Wuya's arm. Wei Wuya pulled down the letter and opened it.

The above is Nangong Chu's handwriting, and the thin old scholar wrote only one sentence on the letter:

"He should be given!"

Wei Wuya's eyes opened in an instant, and he agreed?

This clearly had no promise and didn't even come up with a little evidence, so why did you agree?

Even if Wei Wuya makes his head hurt, he doesn't think clearly. Why is this?

Even Wei Wuya suspected that his letter had been dropped.

If the letter paper was not specially made in the royal palace, and the ink on the letter was also a unique fragrance, he would really write another letter to ask his master and the old man at home.

What exactly are they thinking?

“What have you written?”

Laojun took a sip of wine as Wei Wuya looked, then picked up the white chess and started to think.

"My old man agreed."
Chapter completed!