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During the daytime, the Star-picking Platform is covered with a layer of golden light by the rising sun, standing under the blue sky, like a bright pearl floating out of the sea of ​​clouds.

The chess ghost changed into a brand new black silk shirt today.

Behind him stood two people, a girl in a goose yellow skirt and an old Taoist in a deep purple Taoist robe.It is Li Ying and Ziyun Temple's current master Qingwei real person.

There is still half an hour before Chen, and they have arrived ahead of schedule.

The chess ghost questioned Qingwei casually, only talking about trivia and gossip, with a shallow smile.

Qingwei was a little nervous, and answered after thinking over and over in her heart.

He faintly felt that Master's temper had become better year by year, he would not scold people casually, and he rarely ordered something forcefully.

He felt relieved and thankful because of this, but couldn't help feeling sad.

Chess ghost could control many things when he was young, and he was happy to be a controller, but now he can't even control himself a few times after taking medicine.

He is gradually losing the initiative in life.

He used to think he didn't need to understand, just conquer, win, and be awe-inspiring.

However, at the end of his ups and downs, he only wanted to have "understanding".

A successor who can clearly understand the true meaning of his Taoism will complete what he has not done.

One of the most outstanding disciples sent him off to Sihua with his own hands, and told him personally, "I will inherit all your will and continue your glorious life."

"Qingwei, you will be able to meet your junior brother when you see 'Sentimental Son' as a teacher." The chess ghost laughed.

Daoist Qingwei immediately bowed and saluted, and said: "No matter who the master chooses, the disciple will help him and assist him until he grows into a real strong man!"

"I hope so."

Before the words fell, a long laugh came from the mountain road below: "It's not too late for you to explain your funeral now."

Daoist Qingwei's expression changed slightly: "The book sage has arrived."

Anyone in the world who dares to talk to a chess ghost like this can be counted on three fingers.

The book sage also changed into a brand new robe today, spotless, billowing in the wind, whiter than the sea of ​​clouds under his feet.

Behind him was a young monk in expensive clothes, and a middle-aged scholar in Tsing Yi.It was Ji Chen and the dean of the academy.

On Shiping halfway up the mountain, two groups of people gathered mightily.The experts from Ziyun Temple and Qingya Academy are on standby.

"It's not time yet, you're too early." The chess ghost said.

"Aren't you too?" The book sage asked back, and sat down on the other side of the stone table.

He was surprised in his heart, he was sick and haggard before, and he looked like he was about to fall into the earth, how come his face is radiant today, just like returning to the light?

Ji Chen's body was stiff and his palms were sweating.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why the book sage brought him when two top experts meet?

Seeing the relaxed expression of the girl in the yellow skirt opposite, I couldn't help being envious.

"Since I have found a successor, I won't argue with you in the future." The chess ghost said straight to the point, "If you still want to accept Wei Ping, then go with you."

"Excellent!" Seeing that the scholar was not used to him showing off proudly, "The old man also found a disciple, it's not that he has to accept Wei Ping."

The chess ghost thought that the disciple he mentioned was the leader of the calligraphy and painting test hand-picked last night, so he couldn't help but look up at Ji Chen.

Ji Chen met that deep and unfathomable gaze, his heart tightened suddenly, he straightened his back, not daring to relax.

I'm afraid that this strong elder will be puzzled and ask:

Isn't this just trash?What are you running here for?

But the chess ghost said: "Not bad."

Ji Chen was pleasantly surprised.

He thought, since he met Brother Song, his luck has inexplicably improved, and he is not used to hearing others call him a waste!

Brother Song is indeed a lucky star, next time he must treat him to a good drink.

Qi Gui thought, although this young man is not as good as the Song Qianji he found, it is still cheap and affectionate.

The scholar also thought, it's really cheap for you old ghost, but since I found Song Qianji first, I shouldn't worry about it.

The two thought they were better than each other, and smiled at each other.

In the past hundred years, they have never met so peacefully, sitting and chatting like two ordinary old people.

Today is a good day for apprenticeship.

For this day, they are willing to smile away their grievances and forgive all the ugliness in the world, including each other.

The chess ghost looked at Shu Sheng again, and felt that he was not that annoying, so he sighed suddenly:

"You and I are useless, the world no longer needs a book master, a chess ghost, or a qin fairy..."

Ji Chen was shocked, what did you say? !

The only "useless" person in this star picking platform is me, right? !

The book sage echoed: "This world needs new heroes!"

He also became pleasing to the eyes when he watched the chess ghost, and there are some words that are usually held in his heart, and no one can say them, but now he spit them out quickly: "We made the rules of the world like this, but we tried to find someone to break the rules. The chosen ones seem to be lucky, but they have to shoulder the heavy burden and save the world and themselves after a hundred years, is this fair to them?"

"Don't give up!" The chess ghost remembered Song Qianji who was slashing his sword to the sky last night and riding the waves, and smiled vigorously: "My successor will definitely be able to! I don't know how you are?"

How can the book sage show weakness?

"My successor is naturally a great romantic person like when I was young. No, he is more 'passionate' than me. Some people have four parts in their hearts, but they pretend to be ten points. He has twelve points in his heart, but only shows four parts. point.

"He actually has a very deep love for this world, so much that it overflows, so he will definitely be able to do it!"

Ji Chen was terrified.

Could it be that a catastrophe will befall this world in a hundred years?

Are you looking for someone to save the world?

For a lowly cultivator like me, will I be struck by lightning if I know the will of heaven?

How about I go down first, this place is too high, and it's strangely cold.

But the Shushengqi ghost became more and more cheerful as he chatted, like a good friend who met long ago.

Many years ago, when they were young, they also drank together, saved people together, fought their lives together, and even went to the killing field together.

But they are not friends. Most of the time in their lives, they entrap each other and wish each other to die.

Later, the cultivation base grew and the status gradually increased, and they took up their respective sects, and moved thousands of people with every gesture.

So he didn't even dare to fight a fight, and even the enemy couldn't do it.

The book sage told the dean behind him: "From now on, Ziyunguan disciples must be well received when they come to the academy. The array talismans are not divided into families, and they should communicate with the array masters more, so that they can understand by analogy."

The chess ghost said to Master Qingwei: "The disciples of the academy are the same, next year there will be a Dharma meeting, and they will be invited to Ziyun Temple to discuss the Tao!"

Ji Chen admired for a while, the friendship between big brothers is so simple and bold!

Higher than the sky, deeper than the sea!

When will Brother Song and I be able to do this?

The chess ghost stretched out his hand, his five fingers were bony and strong, and between his fingers were thin calluses from touching chess pieces all the year round.

The book sage stretched out his hand, his palm was white and slender, calloused from holding the pen.

They are about to shake hands and make peace.

However, because the chess ghost raised his hand, he revealed the stone table under his sleeve.

Four lines of characters were engraved on the stone table, but the book sage didn't notice it.

But Ji Chen was surprised softly: "Huh?"

He glanced subconsciously.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly.

"This is?" The book sage was stunned.

"This is written by my future disciple. It's a four-line doggerel. It's a shame." The chess ghost said it was a shame, but his expression was extremely proud, and his eyebrows were about to go up to the sky.

"I plan to make the spring breeze drunk..." Shu Sheng read.

The first sentence is chic and elegant, especially with a three-point casual drunkenness.

The writing power of the second sentence is aggravated, like a hidden dragon in a deep abyss, and a sword hiding a front.

When it comes to the third sentence "Who is the enemy of the heroes in the world", the font changes suddenly, like a forest of swords and guns, and the domineering momentum rushes towards the face.

The more the book sage read, the colder his tone became.

When he said "It's better to seek immortality", he stopped abruptly, his face turned ashen.

Besides Song Qianji, who can write it?

Ji Chen followed suit, seeing the familiar handwriting.

"Did you do it on purpose?" The book sage raised his eyes and stared at the chess ghost coldly.

The chess ghost's expression also changed.He seemed to think of a certain possibility: "He has already collected my chess records. Don't rob me this time, I can give you Weiping."

"The writing style of this poem is full of drunkenness. You must be taking advantage of his drunkenness to force the chess record, and you are out of tricks!" The scholar flicked his sleeves and stood up suddenly.

"Ha, I was originally a ghost, so my trick is of course a ghost trick!" The chess ghost laughed angrily, "Could it be a beauty trick? That's not to scare you to death!"

Shu Sheng felt great hatred in his heart, wishing that the other party would die immediately.

So he cursed expressionlessly: "Damn ghost."

Ji Chen wanted to laugh, but under the influence of his coercion, his face turned pale and trembled.

The friendship between big brothers is more fragile than paper!Thinner than a cloud!

There is no need to tear it at all, it will be scattered when the wind blows.

Brother Song and I must not be like this!

The chess ghost also stood up.

The two looked at each other and faced each other.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the mountain wind suddenly became cold.

Daoist Qingwei clenched Fuchen tightly in his hand, and Dean Qingya clenched a stylus in his sleeve.

Halfway up the mountain, a group of elders and priests felt the change in the atmosphere on the top of the mountain, and they all stopped chatting and laughing.

Tensions.

Daoist Xu Yun was dripping with cold sweat, he almost ran to the top of the mountain on both hands and feet, stood outside the pavilion and saluted: "Two saints, please be sympathetic, please think twice!"

If we make a move in Huaweizong, how many star picking platforms are enough?The land collapses and the mountains are destroyed, can the sect's great formation prevent it?

"Let him choose!" Chess Ghost suddenly shouted, "You and I each rely on our own abilities!"

"Okay, let him choose!" The scholar waved his sleeves and turned to go down the mountain.