I am an ancestor in Wanjie

Chapter 82 Ding Chunqiu throws himself into the trap

The left side is like falling into the cold winter, but the right side is full of heat waves, and the sun palm is like fire, bringing a hot gust of wind.

At the intersection of yin and yang, mist was rising, which set off Yang Chen as if he was practicing in a fairyland.

The circulation of yin and yang qi in the body gave Yang Chen many benefits, his skin became shiny and his qi and blood became thicker and thicker.

Yang Chen's vitality increased with his new skills and cultivation, his complexion became more rosy, and he got rid of the deadline directly.

A week passed in the blink of an eye during the practice, and Yang Chen's true energy penetrated his whole body every day, nourishing the meridians, tempering his body, and his whole body looked radiant and full of vitality.

He looked much younger. He used to have silver hair, but the roots turned black, and the new hair was no longer gray.

Obviously, the effects of the 30-year injury are being eliminated, and Yang Chen's 100-year-old skills are giving him a new life.

Su Xinghe also got started in the Little Formless Kung Fu, watching the master practice Kungfu every day, and gained a lot.

Suddenly, a firework exploded in the air at the foot of the mountain, Su Xinghe's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Master, someone is here!"

A month ago, he arranged for people to send letters to all the celebrities in the martial arts world, inviting talented people who are proficient in chess to come to Leigu Mountain, Tiande and Dumb Valley to solve the Zhenlong chess game on June [-]th, and now the first batch of people has arrived!

"You can deal with it with a chessboard, and wait until the villain comes over."

Yang Chen knew that Ding Chunqiu was not the first batch to come here, and he didn't want to startle the enemy, but let Su Xinghe deal with it.

"Follow the teacher's order."

Su Xinghe hurried to make arrangements, took out a chessboard from the house and placed it under the pine tree, waiting quietly.

Under the guidance of the servant, a group of four people came to the mountain soon.

These four people have one master and three followers, and the leading man in Tsing Yi, Fengshen Junlang, came from the mountain road with a folding fan in his hand.

Young Master Tsing Yi is Duan Yu, the eldest son of Dali, he is similar to Su Xinghe, he has little interest in martial arts, especially Aiqin Chess, Calligraphy and Painting Classics and History Collection, he is quite curious about this Zhenlong chess game.

He was very polite, after saluting with Su Xinghe, he impatiently started playing chess, and quickly immersed himself in it.

Yang Chen is standing on a towering ancient tree in the distance at this moment, his body is as light as a swallow, sitting cross-legged on the branches and leaves, fluttering with the wind.

Standing at a height of more than 30 meters, everything in the valley comes into view, even the chess game can be seen clearly.

At this time, branch task two jumped out.

[Sub-quest [-]: School Inheritance]
[As the head of the most mysterious sect in the world, both of your disciples have failed in practice, and you urgently need to practice a new number to ensure that the sect can be passed on better! ]

[Task requirements: Select disciples who are complete in morality, intelligence, physique and beauty, and ensure that the disciples are positive characters, and bring you more than 1000 achievement points. Each person trained will be rewarded with 1000 achievement points, up to a maximum of 5000 achievement points. ]
Seeing this task, Yang Chen smiled wryly, Wu Yazi's previous training number is indeed useless, and he urgently needs new disciples to enrich the lintel, otherwise the Xiaoyao Sect will still exist in name only.

He couldn't help but look at the young man playing chess.

"Duan Yu, a playboy, likes piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has practiced Beiming Magic Art and Lingbo Weibu by mistake, so he is suitable to inherit my mantle."

Yang Chen thought to himself.

Duan Yu's character is very good, except for his fickleness.

As for fickleness, this is a common problem of most men, including himself.

The key point is that although he is bothering, he accepts all the women he provokes. Strictly speaking, he is not a scumbag who plays with emotions, but he will be considered capable.

Yang Chen felt that Wu Yazi was really incompetent, he liked one after another without telling others, and in the end he despised others, he really couldn't compare with Duan Yu.

"Just Duan Yu, I want to learn from him!"

With a firm look in his eyes, Yang Chen also combined what he knew and Duan Yu's own situation to come to a conclusion.

Successful men and women must have both, and they must not be abandoned, or they will cause big troubles and retribution!

In the court, Duan Yu didn't know that he had been designated as a disciple by Yang Chen internally. He was looking at the chessboard and thinking, his chess piece was in a desperate situation.

At this moment, a large group of people came over, and some of them were bound and dragged up by people with a big net. Looking carefully, there were several monks inside.

Yang Chen's eyes fell on an old man. This man was tall and tall, with white hair and a childlike face, holding a goose feather fan. Behind him were many men with evil eyebrows and evil faces.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

The prey he was waiting for has come, and he has thrown himself into the trap!
Su Xinghe glanced at Ding Chunqiu, remained calm, but his heart was full of joy, looking forward to the reaction of the traitor when he saw his master today.

Ding Chunqiu still doesn't know that he is the turtle in the urn, he still holds his head high, and glances at the chess game arrogantly.

He is not interested in this thing, he came here today only for the inheritance of Su Xinghe and the old stuff.

In his opinion, after the old bastard died, most of the sect master's tokens were in the hands of this senior, and he would definitely get it.

Soon, Duan Yu put down his chess pieces and conceded defeat, feeling ashamed.

Su Xinghe didn't care, and looked at the eight apprentices who were kneeling on one side, that is, the Eight Friends of Hangu.

"Get up, Bai Ling, this Zhenlong chess game was created by your master, come and have a look, if you can solve it, maybe you have a chance."

He knew that the master must be watching in secret, and he intended to let his disciple show off.

The disciple he called was Fan Bailing, who was also good at chess, and he happily replied: "Yes, master."

But after watching it for a while, he found a dead end, unable to think of a way to break it, and was so anxious that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Oh, forget it, your master's game of chess is too difficult, let's go."

Su Xinghe shook his head, he noticed that Ding Chunqiu was playing tricks in the dark, using the technique of fascination to confuse people, the more people who cared about the chess game, the deeper they fell and the more they were hurt.

Ding Chunqiu sneered: "The chess game set up by this old thief is tormenting people, it's ridiculous that you are still addicted to it and looking for your own death!"

Su Xinghe was furious: "Ding Chunqiu, what is your name, master?"

"Old thief, I will call him old thief, what's wrong?"

Ding Chunqiu dismissed Su Xinghe's anger.

"Call another one and try!"

A faint voice spread throughout the valley, and Ding Chunqiu, who was still arrogant just now, twitched his eyebrows and beard, like a mouse seeing a cat, with a tense expression, surprise and disbelief.

His eyes rolled around quickly, and he shouted: "Whoever is pretending to be a ghost, get out if you have the ability!"

"Evil, after 30 years, can't you even hear the voice of a teacher?"

Yang Chen sneered, took a step from the tree, and flew up.

When everyone heard the noise, they turned their heads and saw an old man in a white robe flying straight down from an ancient tree on the mountain wall.

When Ding Chunqiu saw it, he took a step back in fright, and his voice became sharp: "Impossible!"

"How could you still be alive? When I knocked you off the cliff, you definitely shouldn't have survived!"

Everyone was astonished, they didn't understand why Ding Chunqiu, who was always fearless, lost his composure like this?
Who is this person?

(End of this chapter)