Master Ge was stunned for a moment, and then he felt like the spring breeze blowing by, the drizzle moistening his heart, and his whole body was relieved.

have a look!

In this world, there are really people who know the goods!

This child is worthy of being the leader of the two leaders of Qian Xue Formation and the number one person in the swordsmanship. He can even tell from the crowd that his extraordinary chess skills are at a glance.

The famous "stinky chess basket" master in the entire Tianshu Pavilion felt like he was in a rain in an instant, and a "confidant" felt a sense of "confidant".

"Come on, we'll be in the next game!"

The old master, who was originally going to close the stall, was instantly excited. He whipped his sleeves and set up the chessboard.

Mo Hua respectfully bowed to the Ge Lao, and then sat opposite the Ge Lao, with a straight figure, dignified and polite manner.

"You first." The old man said.

"good."

The ink painting is a junior. He did not refuse, but picked up a chess piece. After careful consideration, it fell on the chessboard.

His move, a discerning person can tell at a glance that it is also a "stinky chess basket".

The old master was quite moved: "Your chess...played well!"

Mo Hua was stunned and instantly felt like a close friend.

It was a long time, and no one praised him for his good chess.

The last time I was praised was when I was playing chess with Grandpa Puppet.

Mo Hua couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of her mouth.

The elder of the cabinet also lost one son.

Of course, it's also a bad game.

Mo Hua looked shocked: "Old sir, your chess skills are really superb!"

Master Ge stroked his beard and said, "It's okay."

Mo Hua looked at the chess game, frowned, fell into deep thought, and then fell into a piece of paper.

The old master glanced at him and nodded, "No, not bad." Then he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Hua, and asked, "Do you often play chess?"

Mo Hua sighed, feeling a little regretful, "It's been a long time since I put it down."

The old master asked, "Why?"

Mo Hua said with a confused look on his face: "I think I should be a master of chess, but my fellow disciples don't play with me. They think I'm a good person, which makes me puzzled. Therefore, I can only 'close' my chess skills and rarely show them in front of others."

The old man at the time felt "complained with each other" and "sympathized with each other" and sighed, "Yes, I am the same."

Mo Hua was shocked: "Sir, you have such a superb chess skills, and there are still people who don't know anything about it?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "The world is so stupid."

Mo Hua nodded with deep understanding.

The old master asked again: "Who have you learned chess with before?"

Mo Hua said: "No, I just played chess with Grandpa Puppet when I was a child."

Ge Lao's eyelids twitched slightly.

Another son fell from the ink painting and said, "Old sir, it's your place."

When the old master saw it, he gradually became energetic and said slowly: "Okay, I'll take a look..."

The old master thought for a moment and lost a son.

One old and one young, just like this, one holding black and one holding white, you and one holding me, are hard to distinguish in this tea shop in this remote fairy city.

In the eyes of others, these are two chess tricks, playing a chess game that they don’t know what to do, but they are having a lot of fun.

Time passed without realizing it.

It was not until the sunset was setting and the sunset was covered with sunset. In the distance, the melodious sound of cloud flute came from the clouds. Mo Hua came to his senses and looked at the endgame that was halfway down and sighed:

"The time is here, sir, I have to leave."

The old master looked at the end of the game and was still a little impressed.

Mo Hua said sincerely: "Sir, your chess skills are really amazing. If you meet again next time, I will play chess with you."

The old man looked up at the ink painting, and felt a little reluctant to see each other:

"Okay, next time we meet, we will play chess together."

Mo Hua saluted respectfully, "Old sir, there will be a date later."

Master Ge looked at Mo Hua deeply, as if he wanted to remember Mo Hua's face in his mind and said gently:

"There will be a period later..."

The sound of the cloud flute sounded again.

Knowing that Mo Hua could not delay any more, he bowed his hand, left the tea shop, and walked straight towards Yundu's boat.

When he arrived in front of Yundu, Mo Hua turned around and wanted to wave goodbye to the old man again, but found that the tea shop was empty, there was no chessboard, and there was no old man's figure.

There are some regrets in ink painting.

However, life-long encounters, joys and sorrows are the norm.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua suddenly felt a little sad.

"Finally... I'm leaving..."

Thinking of myself, I was alone and traveling thousands of miles to travel to Ganzhou to study in the sect...

Mo Hua looked down at the vast earth, raised her head again, looked at the boundless sky, and felt something.

Heaven moves vigorously and self-improvement continues.

The earth is quiet, and the virtue carries things

When a person lives between heaven and earth, no matter where he goes, the sky above his head and the earth above his feet.

There is an eternal formation of heavenly way in the sky, and there is an ancient Taoist connotation of virtue and things under the ground.

You should also uphold the hearts of heaven and earth, practice and ask questions, strive for self-improvement, help the world with formations, and carry virtue with all things.

Follow the laws of nature and attain the Tao, and help the people and live forever.

The Taoist heart of ink painting is a little clearer.

Above the vast sky, the trunk roads are flowing, and the ink paintings step onto the deck and climb onto the Yundu.

Half an hour later, the melodious flute sounded again.

The huge cloud ferry finally set sail, carrying ink paintings, left the Ganxuezhou area, headed towards the vast sea of ​​clouds and the wider world of cultivation...

...

A few days later.

The fog arranged by Mr. Xun dissipated, and the forces in Ganxuezhou area reacted slightly, and their thoughts were different for a moment.

News also came from the silence of the Mo Tu Order:

"I heard that Mo Hua has left..."

"Who said that?"

"It was deduced by the ancestor of the sect. I told the leader. The leader told my father, and my father told me again..."

"I also heard that some aristocratic families made secret arrangements and wanted to intercept the ink painting."

"It's a pity that the ancestor Xun of Taixu Sect has too high Taoism. When they calculate the traces of cause and effect, Mo Hua would have already left on the Yundu."

During the order to slaughter the mourn, I was quiet for a while.

After a while, someone said, "It's good to leave, I really don't want to see the ink painting again..."

"You're scared."

"Shut up."

Someone said again: "The sword contest is over, Mo Hua has left, what is the Mo Tu League? Let's disperse..."

"It's apart, it's boring."

"I don't have any deep hatred with Mo Hua, it's just some grudges about swordsmanship..."

"that is……"

...

Suddenly the ink pattern was twisted, and some people who said they were "dispersed" were "banned".

A thicker and more privileged anonymous magnetic pattern condensed into a line of words:

"ridiculous!"
To be continued...