509: C509 He Casually Played Chess Pieces and Lit the Lanterns and Flowers

C509 He Casually Played Chess Pieces and Lit the Lanterns and Flowers

"Yellow plum blossoms in the rain, grass ponds full of frogs. If I can't make an appointment in the middle of the night, I'll just play chess and play the Lantern Flower. "

In an inconspicuous house in the suburbs of Yanjing, an old man was sitting in the aisle, pondering about the chessboard in front of him. At this moment, it was raining outside, which was suitable for the scene.

"Senior Brother Lu is really in a good mood. To be honest, I only realized what it means to return to one's original self after coming here."

After Nangong Changan returned from the Miao Region's holy land, he took off the heavy burden on his shoulders and lived in seclusion here. Every day, he accompanied his senior brother to play chess and take care of the vegetable garden. His state of mind had improved.

"What return to your original self? That's what you got for yourself. You have practiced the Sword Hiding Art for your entire life and went to fight a Deification Rank Lich head on. It's already considered lucky that you're still alive."

"You're not going to the sanatorium that the higher ups of Huaxia have prepared for you, but you're going to this crappy temple! You! What a life of toil. "

After Lu Fann thought about it again and again, he made a move, and the entire game of Go came to life. He had only taken out three parts of his chess skills to fight with Nangong Changan, and now he was putting his life on the line to fight. The black chess pieces turned into a long dragon, roaring at the sky. It was filled with killing intent.

"It doesn't matter whether I have to work or enjoy life. The most important thing is that I made the right bet and found a suitable junior. In the future, there will no longer be Chang'ang Sowrd in Yanjing, and I will still be in Chang'an."

Nangong wore an open-minded smile on his face. He didn't care about his cultivation at all. Although the Sword Hiding Art was good, he had always kept it. In the end, he would only bring it into his coffin, and his Qi and blood would no longer be at their peak. He would not be able to pass the Deification Tribulation.

Going against the current and fighting against a Soul Formation cultivator, even if he died in that battle, he would not leave behind any regrets.

"Shen Qingfeng, huh... This kid actually became a legendary god. The last time we met, he was still at the early stage of Heavenly Tribulation, right? Speaking of which, it was strange. Ever since he broke through to the Deification Stage, I can no longer calculate anything about him. Perhaps, the experts of this realm are extraordinary."

"Unfortunately, he's not the Emperor Star. There's someone else in the Emperor Star..."

Lu Fann thought of the young man who had caused trouble, and a trace of regret appeared on his face. If Shen Qingfeng was the Emperor Star, then China would have nothing to worry about.

"Is the Emperor Star important? Although since ancient times, 95 was the ruler, but how many geniuses had appeared in Ancient Era? Even if they weren't emperors, they were still able to kill demons and eliminate demons, benefiting the common people. "

Nangong Changan did not have much to worry about. He was once the Sword Cultivator of the last era, and he had experienced the ups and downs of the world, so he naturally had a set of standards when it came to judging people.

He felt that Shen Qingfeng's performance in the past year was definitely not weaker than the top geniuses of the Ancient Era. It was said that there was a realm above the Soul Formation realm, and he was called a saint.

There was a saying in Ancient Era - Those below the Saint realm were ants. In his opinion, Shen Qingfeng might be able to become a Saint in the future!

"That makes sense. It's just that I have an obsession with the Emperor Star. It's a pity that I don't have much lifespan left, so I don't know if I can wait until the Emperor Star appears. "

Lu Fann laughed at himself. Deducing a path would consume too much Essence Qi for ordinary cultivators. If he used a forbidden technique, it would be normal for him to use up his lifespan in one night.

After he retired from the Pugilistic World, he had created too many secrets in this unremarkable house, but he had never told anyone about it.

Otherwise, if he revealed the secrets of the heavens, with his cultivation, how could he escape the punishment of the heavens?

Another piece fell from his hand. It turned into a black dragon and devoured everything, destroying the white piece like a tornado.

"Senior brother's chess skills are indeed superb. I thought that my chess skills had improved during this period of time. I didn't expect that I still wouldn't be able to reach the stage where I could spar with senior brother."

Nangong Changan didn't feel vexed even if he lost. It was as if he had already forgotten his swordsmanship. He didn't try to recover his strength. He lived like an ordinary old man every day.

After a game of chess was over, it was almost the quarter of an hour. It was 24 hours a day. The Yin Qi was the heaviest at the quarter of an hour. A gust of cold wind blew over and overturned the flower pots in the courtyard.

Nangong Changan and Lu Fann stopped their movements at the same time. There was a serious expression on their faces.

"May I know who you are? Why are you here at this time?"

Nangong Changan had lost his cultivation, but he was still calm. His voice was not loud, but it could be heard from a long distance in the night sky.

"Hehehe... Chang'ang Sowrd from Yanjing died here tonight. It is really refreshing to think about it!"

"I didn't expect that I would get Lu Fann as my friend. Who would have thought that the number one hero in the cultivation world would be a bad old man now?"

"Hahaha..."0

A wave of sinister laughter sounded from all directions. Combined with this moonless night, it made one's hair stand on end.

Nangong Changan's identity was extremely special. The Deputy Dean of the abnormal human research institute, Qin Yuantian, had arranged a lot of experts in this area. But now, no one had shown up. He was afraid that the odds were against him.

A top expert!

To be able to kill so many people without making any noise, he must be at least a cultivator at the middle stage of Heavenly Tribulation or above. He was definitely not a nobody in the Pugilistic World.

"The world has changed. The human heart is not the same as before, there are more demons and monsters..."

"There is no Chang'ang Sowrd here, and there are no romantic figures. There are only two old men here. Sir, you should go somewhere else!"

Lu Fann sighed. His eyes were filled with understanding. When Nangong Changan insisted on coming, he had already considered this variable.

Chang'ang Sowrd's name was too famous. If the news was leaked, who knew how many people would step on Chang'ang Sowrd to take the throne? It would be inevitable that he would be affected.

However, he had never mentioned this to Nangong Changan before. After all these years, he had deduced a lot of secrets from the heavens, and this was destined to happen. Even if he refused Nangong's offer, the tribulation would come in another form.

"Cut the crap! Both of you are from the Abnormal Human Research Institute, and you have a deep grudge with me. Let's get to the bottom of this tonight!"

A black shadow soared into the sky and landed in the courtyard. He was wearing a black dragon robe, and his bearing was extraordinary.

"So it's the Sect Master of the Devil Cult who has graced us with his presence. I heard that you have broken into the Shaolin Temple last time and received a palm strike from a Soul Formation expert. It seems like you are fine!"

Lu Fann stood up. There was no trace of fear on his face. When he was young, he had fought with Ye Motian. This man cultivated the devil art and had the Art of Retaining Youth. After a few decades, his appearance had not changed much.

"Ye Motian, don't be so arrogant. The Devil Cult is just a street rat. Aren't you afraid that the foundation of the Devil Cult will be destroyed if you enter the capital at this time?"

Nangong Changan stood up after that. Although he had lost his cultivation, his heart of the sword hadn't been lost. This old man was like a peerless treasure sword. After being tempered by water and fire, he had become even more outstanding.

"Hahaha... This is really funny. If it was you guys in the past, I'm afraid that you would have long faced each other with swords and sabers. You guys are old after all. You can't even use weapons anymore, right?"

"The Orthodox Dao and the Devilish Dao are incompatible to begin with. Why do you need to be so hypocritical as to give a long speech over there? I'm not an unreasonable person. I'll give you a chance to commit suicide. Tonight, I only want your heads! "

Ye Motian had a confident smile on his face. He had spent a lot of money to find out that Nangong Changan had lost his cultivation because of his desperate attempt to break through to the Soul Formation realm. Now that the world was in chaos, it was the best time for the Devil Cult to be born.

When that time came, he would sacrifice the head of Chang'ang Sowrd from Yanjing as a sacrifice. The martial arts world would definitely be shaken.

As for the old monk sweeping the floor in Shaolin Temple, he seemed to be uninterested in the secular world. If Shaolin hadn't encountered a disaster, he wouldn't have come into being.

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