Martial Arts: at the Beginning of the Opening Mouth, Hi Yaoyue Was Forcibly Captured and Moved to Hu

It should be the most miserable master of heaven and man in the world.

But Wuyazi's face is like a crown of jade, and there is no wrinkle. His real age is not too young, but he is still in high spirits and elegant demeanor.

"Master, the Zhenlong chess game has been played, and the masters from all walks of life will be able to reach Leigu Mountain within three days."

In front of Wu Yazi, there was a wrinkled old man kneeling.

It is Wu Yazi's apprentice, Su Xinghe.

It's just that the complexion and orientation of the two are too far apart.

As an apprentice, Su Xinghe thought that the loess was buried at the root of his neck, and he was dying.

On the other hand, Wu Yazi, although unable to act, is in a good mood.

"Back then, the anti-disciple Ding Chunqiu knocked me off a cliff. Not only was the pain of flesh and blood, but he was also poisoned by the poison that he had meticulously concocted for hundreds of years, making my life worse than death."

"It's a pity that no one in my family can help me clean up the door and kill the rebels. Now I can only use this method to find people who are destined."

Su Xinghe respectfully said: "The disciple is incompetent, unable to avenge the master's bloody revenge."

Over the years, Ding Chunqiu naturally knew that Wu Yazi was still alive, so he hid in Leigu Mountain.

Although Su Xinghe couldn't kill Ding Chunqiu, he could stop him from doing more harm to Wuyazi.

In this way, the two sides have been at a standoff for many years.

As time goes by, Ding Chunqiu doesn't matter anymore.

Just don't let Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe run out.

The two sides kept silent for a long time.

Until Wuyazi created the Zhenlong chess game.

It's also a last-ditch effort.

"It's okay, I've waited too long for this day."

"You go, you know what to do."

Su Xinghe kowtowed respectfully, got up and backed out.

Recalling how brilliant the Xiaoyao faction was at the time.

Not only the largest faction in the Song Kingdom, but also the powers of the five kingdoms in the world can be compared.

No matter what.

The founder of the sect, Xiaoyaozi, wandered in all directions in order to break through to the land gods.

Later, there was no Xiaoyaozi's name on the list.

No one knows whether he is dead, or whether he has successfully broken through to the Land God Wonderland.

After the head position was passed to Wu Yazi, he also worked hard to manage it.

It's a pity that the most talented and most powerful apprentice betrayed him, namely Ding Chunqiu.

So far, the Xiaoyao faction has gradually become loose, and its legend can no longer be written on the rivers and lakes, until today.

Su Xinghe walked out of the cave and sat on a stone pier.

Nineteen vertical and horizontal lines are deeply drawn on the cliff above the head.

The chess pieces with the size of grinding discs are intertwined on the upper side, which is very mysterious.

"Jinlong chess game, can you attract a real dragon..."

In the cave, Wu Yazi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, whispering softly.

"Jinlong chess game, can you lead back to the master..."

.....

Three days later.

There is a lot of fog in the Leigu Mountain.

The first to pass through the fog was a canopy carriage.

No one was seen, the sound had arrived.

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, who made you eat so fast?"

"What a clever woman, do you think you can get married? You don't even know how much food you have saved, and you can have a fart family."

"Ha? You still blame me? Not to mention you, Xiao Zhao is your maid, right? You don't care about stealing food every night. Now that you don't have any food, you can't go to the village or the store. Where can I do it for you? "

"What are you afraid of, you are Huang Yaoshi's daughter, hunting or something is not easy to catch."

"Simply put, there is a lot of fog right now, and you may lose your way if you take a few steps..."

Su Xinghe couldn't help but look sideways.

Externally, Su Xinghe is deaf, unable to hear or speak.

No one but Wuyazi knows this secret.

But somehow, the quarrel that came from made him a little interested.

The wagon stopped.

A very handsome young man jumped down from the top, pointing to the inside of the carriage.

"Although (ahcj) said that Rong'er was wrong, but Xiao Zhao, you should also control it. You always steal supper in the middle of the night, and you are not afraid of getting fat?"

The breath of joyful youth is blowing.

For many years, Su Xinghe showed a little smile for the first time.

He could feel that this group of people had a very close relationship, and there was no false sense.

The most important thing is that, looking at the temperament and appearance of the young master, he especially agrees with the acceptance standards of the Xiaoyao faction.

to be honest.

No matter how talented you are, you don't want to be ugly.

The qualifications are almost, but you are handsome, and you can make an entry.

Just so capricious.

After Zhu Yunlie taught Xiao Zhao, he turned around.

Looking at Su Xinghe's old appearance, he was also startled, as if he could breathe at any time.

"Cough-cough-"

Zhu Yunlie pulled some distance away, to be careful not to touch the porcelain.

"I saw the chess game, when will it start?"

Su Xing shook his head and pointed to the far corner.

It means that the chess game has not yet started, please be patient.

At this time, the sound of blowing, pulling, playing and singing came from the fog.

"Old Immortal Constellation! Divine power is unparalleled in the world!"

"Old Immortal Constellation! The mana is boundless!"

"Old Immortal Constellation! No. [-] in the world!"

Su Xinghe frowned suddenly, the fists in his sleeves were clenched, and blue veins were popping out.

In the fog, a group of people came.

Dressed up in fancy dress to attract attention.

Walking and shouting slogans.

In the middle was a Zhu Jiaozi, sitting on top of an old man with white hair hanging down his belly, swinging a feather fan in his hand, and he had a childish face.

"Master, why did they go to the funeral?" Xiao Zhao was a little confused.

"Maybe it's gang culture." Zhu Yunlie was perfunctory casually, but he was interested in coming to the National People's Congress.

Constellation Lao Xian, Ding Chunqiu.

The peak of the great master, the eighth on the list.

Under heaven and man, in the Song Dynasty, it can be regarded as an existence that walks sideways.

When he came to Leigu Mountain, it was obvious that he was here to smash the field.

Either he breaks the Zhenlong chess game, or he doesn't break it at all.

"Senior brother, how are you doing?"

Ding Chunqiu walked forward with his hands behind his back, and walked in front of Su Xinghe with a smile.

Seeing that Su Xinghe didn't respond, he leaned forward again with a sincere tone.

"Senior brother, you look ruined, is the deadline approaching?"

"Oh, how did I forget about this."

"Senior brother can't speak, and can't hear what I'm saying."

Between cynicism.

Someone else walked through the fog.

Not only the Great Song Rivers and Lakes, but all the masters from all over the world gathered here.

There are all kinds of people coming.

Including the monk Jiu Mozhi, as well as Gusu Murong Fu and so on.

Soon the mountain stream in Leigu Mountain was filled, and the sound became more and more noisy.

"Why is there still a monk? Shaolin people shouldn't join in the fun, right?" Huang Rong looked at the bald head in the crowd, and was greatly puzzled.

Zhu Yunlie looked around and found that he had a bald head and was dressed in Shaolin clothes.

Immediately, he swept his breath away.