He said to Chen Qiu:

"Don't guess the old monk's thoughts randomly."

"Okay, what the master says is what I'm here tonight, and I don't want to debate with the master."

Chen Qiu laughed and said:

“Are the master ready?”

"Everything has been arranged, so naturally I am ready."

The old monk raised his head and looked at Chen Qiu. A childlike smile flashed in his slightly cloudy eyes. He said:

"This soul leaves the body, enters a dream, and can still be safe from ordinary things. It is really a novel experience. The old monk also heard that several old friends are waiting there.

Let's do it, don't waste any more time."

He stretched out his hand and held it with Shen Qiu's hand. The next moment, the sword jade moved slightly, and with the power of extraction, it rolled into the old monk's soul and fell into the realm of dreams.

Wherever you see, there is a clear sky, a silver waterfall falling from the mountains, fairy birds flying and birds singing. Outside the waterfall, there is a chessboard in the pavilion, and a familiar figure stands with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery in front of him.

"Well, fellow Taoist Yuanwu is here too."

The man turned around and waved to the old monk with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Wuchenzi."

The old monk Yuanwu also laughed and strode forward. He said to Wuchenzi:

"I have heard that fellow Taoists have received help from Chen Qiu, escaped from disasters and re-entered their practice. This is a great joy. Thinking about it carefully, the last time I met was more than thirty years ago."

"Yes, for more than thirty years, the old Taoist remembers it clearly."

Wu Chenzi sighed and invited the old monk Yuanwu to sit in the pavilion, twist the black pieces in his hand, and fall into the chessboard. He said to the old monk:

"The old Taoist was crazy and almost died. Now the scene seems to be alive for a lifetime. Come on, let's not say these despicable words, let's talk about a game first and see if the old monk has regressed for so many years."

When an old friend invited him, Monk Yuanwu naturally went there happily. This dream is more vivid and real than he imagined, just like another world of fairyland?

This thought suddenly jumped into the heart of the old monk Yuanwu, but it was immediately covered by him.

This is just a fantasy dream derived from Chen Qiu's sword jade. How could it be the fairy world?

In the outside world, Chen Qiu moved his hand away from the shoulders of the old monk Yuanwu. The old monk maintained a cross-sitting posture, but his whole body was frozen by the cold ice that was cold.

Even when the white eyebrows were sealed into the ice, the ice was extremely clear and lifelike.

"In this way, the monk's body can last for several years without death."

Chen Qiu waved his hand to dissipate the cold air in his hand, and turned his head to the mustard seed monk behind him and said:

"The master then found a safe place to place the old monk's body in it, so it would be better not to see the light. Although the ice cubes shaped by my Forgetful River spiritual energy will not melt, they are seen by others.

He declared to the outside world that the old monk went into seclusion and practiced in Penglai, and when the matter was in Penglai, I would then add Master Yuanwu's soul to his body."

"Um."

The Mustard Monk nodded. All these things had been reminded before, and Nirvana Temple had made complete preparations. After a few breaths, the Iron Niu Monk and his junior brother quickly walked into the hall, wielded the deep true energy, and lifted the ice sculpture together.

This ice sculpture is shaped with spiritual energy, with cold air. A warrior with weaker martial arts will be frozen as soon as he gets close.

Watching the two monks take the old monk away, Chen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the mustard seed monk again, and said:

"Master, have Qingqing contacted you these days?"

"Yeah, there are."

When talking about his baby daughter, the Mustard host showed a sincere smile on his face, but the scarred cheeks on half of the smile made the smile look a little scary.

He said to Chen Qiu:

"The Qingqing's march was smooth. Shanxi, Henan and Qilu had returned to Da Chu, and the battle situation in Hebei was under control. Perhaps without this month, Da Chu's generals could reach the city of Yanjing."

"There is also the south side. The barbarian Miao army under Xuanyu is also very strong. The Gu master has accompanied the army to help and has pushed the northern vanguard to the vicinity of Quanzhou."

Chen Qiu also responded:

"Although I don't know what Zhang Chu has plans now, with the current situation, the world will be stable in the next year."

Speaking of this, the Mustard Monk's expression was a bit solemn.

He said:

"Chen Qiu, you said, in such a desperate situation, will Zhang Chu join forces with Penglai?"

"Won't."

Chen Qiu said firmly:

“I believe in him in this regard.

As I see, his plan may be to take advantage of the full invasion of the Japanese ghosts, and then take action, it is impossible for the Great Chu to allow the Japanese to act recklessly.

However, when the two sides fought along the coast, the inland war situation would naturally be repeated, which was probably Zhang Chu's last chance to win.

However, even if he seized this opportunity to win, it would be useless."

Chen Qiu showed a gentle smile, and outside the Main Hall, he looked at the northern sky and said:
Chapter completed!