Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 161

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Fu Ling looked at Ji Bumeng's bright eyes, and the pupils had faded to light yellow because of the light from the Dragon Ball. It's hard to imagine how Ji Bumeng's eyes should feel now.

"There is no discomfort, and the vision is still clear." Ji Bumeng shook his head with a relaxed look.

"Senior Sister Mo Ran hasn't come yet, we have to wait for her. Ji Bumeng, you should have known that the Dragon Ball is in your eyes, and next, when Senior Sister Mo Ran arrives, we will take the Dragon Ball and return it to its place. Let the North Sea in front of you restore tranquility." Fu Ling said to Ji Bumeng.

At this time, they were flying in the air a little far away from the North Sea. The North Sea was huge, and the huge waves could be seen from a distance.

Ji Bumeng looked at the North Sea with a calm expression. After hearing Fuling's words, he didn't have much reaction. He did know the purpose of Fuling and the others.

"Since the Dragon Ball belongs to Beihai, let's return it. But before losing these eyes, I still have two wishes. May Fuling help me realize them?"

"You should know that no matter what, we will definitely let the Dragon Ball return to Beihai, so you have to give me the Dragon Ball regardless of whether I help you realize your wish. You actually have no choice." Fu Ling said.

"What Fu Ling means is that you are willing to listen to me, right?" Ji Bumeng was still smiling when he heard Fu Ling's sarcasm, and seemed a little happy.

"Well, do your best." Fu Ling nodded.

Ji Bumeng, who has no memory of the past, has her spiritual power completely sealed, so she is no different from ordinary people.

It must be an unbearable thing for him to have his eyes taken away. When he got the Dragon Ball from Hong Zhinu, he probably never thought that he would lose it.

"The first thing is to find someone to play chess with me and beat me." Ji Bumeng said.

"Didn't you say that playing chess is not what you want to do, it is forced on you by the picture scroll world? Why are you still obsessed with playing chess at this time?"

"I don't know either. But thinking that if I can no longer see him, I won't be able to play chess as freely as I am now, so I suddenly want to play chess." Ji Bumeng replied.

"Maybe after so many years, even if I didn't like it at first, I have formed a habit now." Ji Bumeng smiled.

"Why can't it be that you love to play chess in the first place, so even if you were sealed into the world of picture scrolls, you always remember it and never forget it?" Fu Ling asked.

Ji Bumeng was startled, neither admitted nor denied, just continued: "The second request, wait until the first request is completed."

"Then it goes without saying that you are the second one. As far as your chess-playing ability is concerned, you have been playing chess for hundreds of years, let alone in the picture scroll. Where can we find someone who is better than you?" Lin Zhixing opened the mouth and said.

"This world is far wider than the world of picture scrolls. There is no one who can beat me in the world of picture scrolls. It is because that city is too small. This place is so big. How can there be no one who can beat me? In my eyes I want to see how far I can go before going into the dark again."

After thinking for a while, Fu Ling nodded and said, "Okay."

Ji Bumeng's request was not too much, it was just playing chess.

Just like what he himself said, the Great Three Thousand Realm is so big, there are countless people who can play chess, and there are so many monks in each school who have lived for thousands of years. You can always find someone who can play chess better than Ji Bumeng. Not bad.

"Jizhi, is there any eminent monk in Sanqing Temple who is particularly good at chess?" Fuling asked Jizhi for help, and all the masters in Sanqing Temple seemed to be able to play chess.

"Yes, the abbot, Master Xuanman, and other uncles are all masters of hand-talking. Who does Fuling want to call?"

Fu Ling listened to Jizhi casually mentioning the abbot and Master Xuanman, and thinking about the status of the abbot of Sanqing Temple in the Great Three Thousand Worlds mentioned by Hong Zhinv before, she felt that for a little disciple of the Zixiao Sect, such a statue It seems inappropriate for the Buddha to find him.

"Senior Brother Third, why don't we send a paper crane back to the sect to ask?" Fu Ling looked at Lin Zhixing.

Lin Zhixing patted himself on the head, and said, "Master! Master, he's an old man who can play chess very well."

"Why does master play chess?" Fu Ling was skeptical about Lin Zhixing's words and didn't dare to believe them.

"Master has lived for nearly a thousand years, so it's strange to know how to play chess. My brother, Immortal Yinyue, Immortal Chanyue, the master, they have never won a game of chess with Master." Lin Zhixing counted with his fingers up.

"Playing chess is just a hobby. If you have won against a few people close to you, your chess skills may not be superb." Ji Bumeng said with a smile on the side.

"You kid, you still look down on my master? Do you know who my master is, and you have the guts to look down on him." Lin Zhixing laughed at Ji Bumeng's ignorance.

Even if this Ji Bumeng may be a fairly advanced demon cultivator, but as the number one sword cultivator in the Three Thousand Realms, Master Xuanwei has the right to look down on him.

Those who can say things that look down on Master Xuanwei can only be people with narrow knowledge and know nothing about the world of cultivation.

"That's not what I mean, I'm just doing one line at a time. Your master must be an expert, but I'm also very accomplished in chess, and I can be regarded as an outstanding person in this line. You beat me in chess." Ji Bumeng explained calmly.

"Okay, wait for me to fly a paper crane to Master. Master, he really has never lost." Lin Zhixing was not convinced. Although he despises Xuanwei internally, but externally, no one can say that Xuanwei is not good. .

The people of Ling Yanfeng can only talk about their own people, so there is no room for outsiders to talk about them.

"It will take several days for Zhihe to fly to Zixiaozong. In that case, let's go to the inn in the town to stay and wait for Senior Sister Mo Ran to catch up." Fu Ling suggested.

Although she has the same opinion as Ji Bumeng about the fact that Lin Zhixing's senior brother and others are not as good at chess as their master, the senior brother is a swordsman like the master, and he doesn't live as long as the master, so it is not surprising to lose to the master.Yinyue is a piano player, so it is not surprising that he lost to his master in chess.The leader doesn't even look like someone who can play chess, and it's not surprising that he lost to the master.

With just so many opponents, how can it be shown that Master is good at chess...

"Fu Ling, is it really not necessary for the poor monk to invite master, uncle, and the others to come over?" Ji Zhi, who was ignored after making the suggestion, asked.

"The masters of Sanqing Temple are all high-level people who are far away from the secular world and cultivate their morality. It's not good to disturb them, so let's go." Fuling laughed twice and perfunctory.

Anyway, inviting the abbot of Sanqing Temple and the others over is too much of a fuss, and if Ji Zhi dared to invite them, they would not dare to ask for it.

(End of this chapter)