Immortality is above

Chapter 93 92: Chess Players and Chess Pieces (please subscribe for a monthly ticket)

The night was already deep, the north wind was blowing loudly, it sounded like someone was choking, and scattered snowflakes fell from time to time.

In the side room, Ye Huosheng was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

In fact, this posture is purely for show, not really breathing in and out.

Ye Huosheng had always thought that his swordsmanship was pretty good, but after moving north to Beijing, he found it more and more difficult.

All of a sudden, it felt like everyone I met was a master.

Especially the female disciple in white from Baidi City, when she draws her sword, she has an innate aura.

This made Ye Huosheng feel a little bit shocked, and suddenly he wanted to make progress.

That's not true. Even people like Chen Liubai are in seclusion.

If you don't work hard, you will only be thrown further and further away...

But, how to work hard?

Thinking of this, horse lovers are confused. He was from a wild background, and he was all alone. When he reached a certain place, he would find that the road ahead was getting narrower and narrower, to the point where he had no way to go and could no longer break through.

It's no wonder that people with talents and qualifications will worship the sect forces. This is because the gap between individual people and organizations is as big as a gulf. It is really too different.

After feeling confused, I started to sigh and had to urinate urgently.

There was no chamber pot in the room, so Ye Huosheng opened the door and walked out, preparing to find a corner to deal with it.

The weather is cold, and the little bird is leaning against me, a little cowering, unable to raise its head.

"Look at your unsatisfactory look. Who are you showing this to?"

Ye Huo was angry and muttered.

"Yu!"

There was a sudden neigh.

It's a rouge horse.

Ye Huosheng was stunned. He quickly returned the bird to its nest and raised his head to see what happened.

Two people suddenly appeared in the courtyard, both dressed in black and wearing a ferocious mask of ghosts and gods on their faces. One of them had red eyes, and it was obvious at a glance that he was not a good person.

In the middle of the night, the person who comes is not good.

Ye Huosheng's heart tightened, and he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist to stabilize himself a little.

It’s a good habit to never leave your sword!

"who are you?"

He walked out step by step and stood at the foot of the steps, ready to refuse them both.

"Step aside."

The man in black on the right took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice.

Ye Huosheng unsheathed his sword and held it straight in front of him: "If you want me to get out of the way, ask me about the sword in my hand."

The man in black sneered: "He is indeed a man with backbone. Unfortunately, people with backbone often die the fastest."

"what!"

Ye Huosheng shouted loudly, swung his heavy sword and struck it straight down.

He didn't know who the other party was, but he obviously came for Chen Liubai, who was in retreat.

Before he went into seclusion, Ye Huosheng patted his chest and said that no one could disturb him.

The promise he made must be fulfilled...

"The swordsmanship is good, but the man is too weak."

The man in black obviously didn't take him seriously, but he didn't act like a cat and mouse, but wanted to fight quickly.

Keng!

The long sword is unsheathed, and the sword shines like a ray of light.

This is a real sword, cutting iron like clay.

Clang clang!

After three sword blows, Ye Huosheng staggered and took a few steps back.

On his chest and abdomen, bright red blood seeped out, staining the skirt of his clothes red.

"what?"

The man in black let out a sigh, as if he was surprised: "You can block three of my swords, but I underestimate you."

"Come again!"

Ye Huosheng gritted his teeth and charged forward with his sword regardless of his safety.

"court death!"

"Oh!"

In the flash of lightning and flint, Ye Huosheng stepped away again.

This time, he failed to stand and fell to the ground.

But he put his sword on the ground and stood up again unsteadily.

Seeing this, the man in black felt angry. In front of the venerable man, he failed to stab this junior to death twice, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Although wearing a mask on his face.

"You asked for this!"

The sword in his hand buzzed, and the sword energy began to fill the air.

However, the next moment, he felt a huge pressure, like a mountain pressing down on him, and he knew something was wrong.

He made a quick decision and ignored Ye Huosheng, but jumped back to the venerable side.

Once here, the pressure is gone.

There was a babbling sound.

The wooden door of the main room opened, and Chen Liubai, dressed in a green shirt, stepped out.

As soon as he came out, his eyes fell on the Venerable. As for the man in black beside him, it seemed as if he didn't exist at all.

This feeling of being ignored made the man in black quite angry, but he couldn't get angry.

At the same time, the His Holiness, who had been silent all this time, also looked at Chen Liubai.

When each other's eyes intertwined, sparks seemed to burst out, revealing an unusual meaning.

Then the Venerable laughed, his laughter was like a night owl's cry, strange and unpleasant.

Chen Liubai also smiled, his smile silent.

The man in black next to him couldn't see clearly. Why did he feel that these two people were like "acquaintances", and there was a "sense of joy" that they had finally found each other?

Something is wrong...

Ye Huosheng was hit by several swords in his body. He was bleeding and in excruciating pain. Fortunately, the injuries were not fatal. When he saw Chen Liubai coming out, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Unable to hold on any longer, he sat directly on the ground and gasped:

"I'm really too weak..." Didn't the scholar say seclusion?

Hasn't it started yet?

Could it be that he had already anticipated what would happen tonight, so he made a pretense?

But combined with the observation of Chen Liubai before entering the house, it doesn't look like it.

It's really strange...

In Ye Huosheng's understanding, the matter of "retreating" is no small matter, and it cannot be "closed" casually.

Moreover, in the process of retreat, it is most taboo to be disturbed by others. In serious cases, it may even lead to obsession.

But now it seems that Chen Liubai was not affected at all, as if he was just sleeping in the house before.

After laughing, the venerable man spoke, his voice dry and dry, like a knife being sharpened on a piece of iron: "Did your Excellency come down from the mountain? Which mountain? Qingcheng? Zhongnan? Or Luofu Mountain?"

He asked questions in rapid succession, seeming impatient.

Chen Liubai smiled and said, "It's rude and inappropriate for you to ask questions like this."

The Venerable nodded slightly: "This is indeed not the place to talk. Otherwise, let's change places and have a good chat."

"Very good."

Chen Liubai agreed, but did not move. Instead, he pointed out: "Is this person your companion?"

"No, I'm just a guide."

"That's the chess piece."

"good."

In front of the man in black, the Venerable did not save any face.

Face, that's just a boring thing, without any value.

Chen Liubai smiled: "During the chess game, when a certain chess piece is used up, what will happen?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the man in black suddenly felt a little cold. He suddenly realized that his estimation of the situation, his reasoning about the situation, and his view of the relationship were all self-righteous and seemed ridiculous.

I couldn't help but shout: "Honorable Sir, you can't do this to me."

The venerable man shrugged: "Since you have become a chess piece, you should have the consciousness to be a chess piece."

"I'm not a pawn!"

The man in black became anxious and shouted loudly: "I am cooperating with you..."

Before he could say the next words, a warning sign appeared in his heart, and he immediately flew out and fled outside.

The first time I thought about it was not to fight, but to escape.

All because he knew that he had no chance of winning against Chen Liubai.

Only by seizing the opportunity to escape can there be a chance of survival.

However, no matter how fast he escaped, how could he be faster than Chen Liubai's escape method?

In an instant, Chen Liubai appeared behind him, stabbing out the iron sword.

With no way to escape or avoidance, the man in black roared angrily and drew his sword with his backhand.

The strongest sword move: White Dragon Transformation!

boom!

He was hit hard.

The sword could not stop the iron sword, and the man fell like a kite.

"too weak."

Chen Liubai grabbed him by the back of his heart, threw him in front of Ye Huosheng with a thud.

The man in black was in an extremely embarrassed state, with his blood and energy all over his body being held together in a ball, making it difficult for him to circulate, and he couldn't even struggle.

Previously, he said that Ye Huosheng was too weak, but now Chen Liubai responded with his exact words. He was so angry that he vomited blood: He is a great master!

However, what about the Grandmaster?

First, he was timid before fighting, which was a taboo; then he was pampered for so long that he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had actually fought with someone;

Finally, I am indeed getting older. Although the "Wuji Evergreen Kung Fu" I practice is effective, I only practiced four sentences and it cannot make up for it at all.

Therefore, the defeat is not unjust.

The whole process was like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, and it was over in just a short while.

The venerable man looked at it seriously, and his eyes became even redder, as if he had discovered a treasure: "Jie Jie, the chess piece has been swept aside, let's go now."

"it is good."

Chen Liubai's response was very brief.

The two of them went one after the other and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Scholar, what should I do? What should he do?"

Ye Huosheng shouted quickly, but received no answer, so he muttered: "It seems that this guy is being handed over to me. Let's see who it is?"

He immediately stretched out his heavy sword, raised the tip of the sword, and opened the ghost mask of the man in black, revealing a "familiar face".

"City Lord Guo?"

Ye Huosheng exclaimed.

Guo Lin looked ashamed, mixed with indescribable anger, only suffering from the loss of his strength.

Ye Huosheng looked at him and clucked his tongue: "No wonder he was the one leading the way. Daqing was unwilling to give him blood food, and then sent someone to follow him... But it's strange, with the scholar's cultivation, how could someone keep track of him? Can you hold him back? Did he do it on purpose to lure you here?"

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was the case, and I wasn't so worried about Chen Liubai leaving with the weirdo.

Guo Lin coughed dryly: "If you let me go, I can accept you as my direct disciple and train you to be the new city lord of Baidi City."

Ye Huosheng raised his eyebrows: "So good?"

Guo Lin saw the hope of escape: "I am an innate master, and I will never lie to you...ah!"

He screamed, but Ye Huosheng's heavy sword penetrated directly into the vital part of his throat.

Ye Huosheng was seriously injured, but he could still use the sword, but he was not so sharp when stabbing and it was more difficult.

He stabbed and cursed at the same time: "Our family hates people who rely on their old age the most. You are a despicable person, and you are an innate grandmaster, and you still want to be my master. Damn you!"

Guo Lin died in pain, with no eyes open, and in a useless state.

……

Outside the city, in the barren mountains.

The venerable man walking in front stopped, turned back suddenly, and stood opposite Chen Liubai.

　Let me report the results. The first-time order for high-quality products, normal data, did not explode. Yesterday, it was ordered by thousands in the first hour after it was put on the shelves. I thought it would be higher, but unfortunately the increase could not keep up.

　　After some self-reflection, I realized that it was my problem that caused me to mess up my thoughts during those days with the oral ulcer and not have a good idea of ​​the plot to put on the shelves. But it’s not a big problem. This result is already very good for a has-been veteran writer.

　　Nanchao knows that many readers are waiting and watching, and I believe that with stable updates, the results will increase.

　　Again, the background of the secular plot is almost complete, and the real excitement and mystery are about to be revealed.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)