Yuanqiyuan's dragon

Lan Yuan didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior, he ignored the concerns of Qing Lu and Lan Shang, picked up the white piece, and dropped it right after.

It is said that one can tell what kind of person he is by playing chess. Minhang studied and observed while playing chess.Different from Qing Lu's sharp-edged style, every step Lan Yuan takes is calm and cautious, well-regulated.After discovering this, the fun that had arisen because he gave up Heizi at first dissipated somewhat.

Min Hang shook his head secretly, this kind of game is too boring, it's better to end it earlier, thinking, his offensive gradually became fierce, and Lan Yuan calmly responded to his pressing step by step.

Standing behind Lan Yuan, Qing Lu could only see his long jet-black hair, the hem of his blue clothes hanging down, and the constantly changing chessboard.For a moment, he was a little dazed.

After a while, Minhang's stone fell, causing Lan Yuan to lose a large number of white stones. This game is about to end, he thought in his heart, and Lan Shang couldn't help but flash a little disappointment.

Only Qing Lu didn't show abnormal emotions, and still stared at the chess game closely. After all, Lan Yuan's style of playing this game is quite different from his previous style, there must be something strange in it.

Sure enough, he saw a smile slowly appear on the face of Lan Yuan who should have been panicked.

"Accepted, senior."

The white piece held between the slender fingers stretched out to an inconspicuous corner, and slowly fell down. Suddenly, the situation was reversed, and a large group of seemingly useless pieces surrounded the black piece tightly, and there was no possibility of turning over.

Minhang looked at the chessboard and remained silent for a long time. At first he tried to arouse his interest, and then misled himself, making himself think that he was just like his chess style, sticking to the rigid rules, but unknowingly laying traps. This person's mind, Not to be underestimated.

He stood up: "You can go in." Saying that, the illusory figure disappeared into the air.

"Let's go." Lan Yuan slowly stood up and stood upright, his slender figure reflected a long shadow on the ground.

"Okay, that's great." Lan Shang happily walked forward along the entrance.

Qing Lu followed, walked to Lan Yuan's side, and said lightly: "When you played chess with me in the past, you always let me." Otherwise, with his superb chess skills, how could he win.

Lan Yuan smiled helplessly: "I just want to have fun playing chess, and it's too much of a headache to play like this every time." He said, rubbing his swollen head, "Hey, my head It hurts, it's really nerve-wracking."

Qing Lu glanced at him, didn't say anything, and walked away quickly, Lan Yuan smiled and quickly followed.

They walked for a while and saw a small courtyard. There were several thatched huts and a small shed in which some seasonal fruits and vegetables were planted. It was an ordinary and warm residence, just like ordinary people in the world. However, the shed The well-made weapons randomly placed under the ground show the extraordinaryness of this yard all the time.

There is a person sitting under the shed at the moment, with the same appearance as the distracted wisp from the outside world, but only wearing ordinary linen clothes and combing his hair with a simple wooden hairpin, but Lan Yuan faintly sensed this The profound strength hidden under the ordinary appearance.

"Senior Minhang."

The three greeted each other respectfully.

Min Hang looked over, and looked at Lan Yuan calmly: "It was you who broke my chess game."

"Just a fluke."

"Since you can win against me, there is no reason to be lucky." It was clearly extremely arrogant words, but people couldn't doubt it when they came out of his mouth.

Seeing that Lan Yuan was silent, Min Hang looked away and looked at Qing Lu and Lan Shang. With a glance, his eyes suddenly fixed on Qing Lu's waist, but only for a moment, then he remained calm. looked away.

"Come in." Min Hang turned around and walked towards the courtyard.Qinglu and the others followed and walked to a grape vine in the courtyard together.

Although it is approaching spring, the cold winter has not passed yet, and the vines only have strong withered vines slantingly clinging to the top of the wall beside them.

"Sit." Min Hang pointed to the stool under the vine, and sat down first, "Tell me, what are you asking me for?"

Qing Lu and Lan Yuan looked at each other, and took out the fairy sword hanging from his waist: "The juniors are taking the liberty to disturb you, because I want to ask the seniors if there is a way to restore the spirit in this sword." Ri's sword was handed out.

Min Hang took the sword and observed it by self-study. He has been paying attention to this sword since just now. It really is a good sword, but it's a pity...

"The sword spirit in this sword was once damaged, and then it was severely injured. It has long since disappeared."

Does this mean it can't be repaired? Qing Lu frowned.

"I heard that if the sword spirit dissipates, this sword can regenerate a new sword spirit, then senior, why doesn't this sword produce a new sword spirit?" Lan Yuan asked.

"This sword must have been subject to some kind of suppression or seal, and it has not been able to communicate smoothly with the spiritual energy of the outside world. This is why no new sword spirits have been produced."

That's right, presumably it was because the fairy sword had been sealed to prevent anyone from coveting it.

"Then dare to ask senior, is there any way to make this sword give birth to a new sword spirit in a short period of time?" Lan Yuan asked.

"It's against the sky to give birth to a sword spirit. I'm afraid I can't help you." Min Hang put the fairy sword back into Qing Lu's hand, "Please go back."

"This..." Qing Lu was stunned, really there was no other way? The hope he had worked so hard to find was finally shattered like this.

"Don't worry, I'll try again, maybe there will be a turnaround." Lan Yuan patted Qing Lu on the shoulder, and walked towards the room Min Hang had been to before.

Seeing Lan Yuan's figure, Min Hang couldn't help but chased them away: "Why did you come in? I told you there was nothing I could do. You better not waste your time." As he spoke, he made a gesture to close the door.

"Senior, junior has something to tell you, are you sure you don't want to listen?" Lan Yuan stopped the door that was about to close.

"Don't listen, don't listen..." Min Hang kept moving his hands.

"Oh, it's about Longyin and Weinan..." Lan Yuan continued, but just as the word Weinan came out of his lips, Min Hang stopped and looked at him seriously for the first time. Say it word by word: "What do you know?"

Lan Yuan smiled, and slowly opened the door: "It's not convenient to talk at the door, why don't we go in and talk."

Seeing that Lan Yuan and Min Hang seemed to be arguing at the door, Qing Lu couldn't hear what they were talking about, but seeing that Lan Yuan finally got the chance to enter the door and talk to Min Hang, he couldn't help feeling hopeful again. It seems that no matter how big the problem is, as long as Lan Yuan is by his side, it can always be solved smoothly.

Min Hang turned around and closed the door, sat down with a blank expression on his face, lowered his head and said, "Tell me, how did you know the name Wei Nan, and... his relationship with me?"

"This junior, I saw these from the jade slips left by the True God Bo Hua." It was the jade slips that he couldn't see the contents of, but after he became a god, he accidentally took them out, and unexpectedly discovered To be able to read the information recorded on it, it was true that his cultivation was not enough before.

"Oh?" Min Hang didn't say whether he believed it or not, he just continued to ask: "Then tell me, what did you see on that jade slip?"

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Lan Yuan: Senior Minhang, listen to me

Minhang: I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen...

Qing Law: ...