The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 117 No Cliffs

Song Xing started with self-mutilation, carefully laid out the ultimate move, and finally at this moment, when he saw the picture, he showed ferocious fangs, showing his murderous intent!
Duan Yu couldn't care less about watching the chess, and exclaimed: "So that's how it is, retreating is the way to advance, breaking through and then standing up, Brother Song's way of breaking the game is a stroke of genius!"

After he reminded, the rest of the people also saw the ingenuity of Song Xing's move one after another, and looked at the chessboard in surprise, wondering why Song Xing's previous suicide move would become the key to breaking the game.

Su Xinghe's eyes were fixed, and he continued to move quickly. Song Xing used his tricks to break the trick, and quickly killed Su Xinghe's large blacks.

When Song Xing made the last piece, Su Xinghe stared blankly at the chessboard. After a while, he threw the piece and conceded the loss. Looking at Song Xing, his tone was full of joy: "Young Master Song, it was you who won. Today, I can see that the young master has broken the game, and he will die without regret!"

I thought that Wu Yazi's 30 years of waiting would be in vain, but he didn't expect that when he was already in despair, God sent Song Xing to him again.

"It turns out that Zhenlong's chess game can be broken in such a way, it's really a fantastic idea!"

"It's astonishing, it can break the game like this!"

"This son is young, and his way of playing chess is like a powerful and unconstrained style. People can't help admiring him. His future is limitless!"

Seeing that the chess game that had plagued the world for 30 years was solved once, and the people who were defeated by Su Xinghe before gathered around and praised.

Song Xing looked at the excited Duan Yu and the others, and modestly clasped his fists and said, "The kid's chess skills are mediocre, it's luck to break this game, and Mr. Congbian is far behind!"

Su Xinghe shook his head and said: "Victory is victory, military strategists say they will die and survive, but to really be able to achieve this step requires great courage and wisdom, and how many people can do it, Mr. Song can find out this point, He is already a dragon and a phoenix among the rare people in the world, and his predecessors have knowledge, so they should be able to smile at Jiuquan."

After speaking, Su Xinghe clasped his fists at the people around him and said: "Zhenlong's chess game has been broken, the teacher's previous wish has been fulfilled, from now on, there is no need for the Leigu Mountain Deaf-mute Sect to exist, thank you heroes for coming here from thousands of miles away, Xinghe is not very grateful."

The 30-year Zhenlong Chess game was broken, which is a beautiful story in the world. Although everyone is still touched, they want to have a few more conversations with Song Xing, but seeing that Su Xinghe has issued an order to evict him, they can only leave one after another.

Soon all the people at the scene had left in disorder, only XingXiu Sect, Shaolin Temple, Jiumozhi and Song Xing were the only ones.

Ding Chunqiu looked at Su Xinghe and sneered again: "Don't think that disbanding the deaf-mute sect will save you from disaster. Since you have broken the oath of the past, go down with the deaf-mute sect to accompany that old thief today!"

After speaking, he inadvertently waved the feather fan in his hand.

Everyone didn't realize it, but Song Xing took a step forward, stopped in front of Su Xinghe, swung out his palm, and a gust of wind suddenly picked up, and a gust of wind swept across the ground and swept back towards the Xingxiu sect.

Ding Chunqiu's expression changed drastically, he jumped up from the sedan chair and flew back.

As the strong wind blew past, the faces of the disciples in the front row of the Xingxiu Sect changed wildly and they breathed rapidly. They clasped their chests tightly with their hands and wanted to speak, but before the sound could be heard, their faces turned blue and they lost their breath.

Ding Chunqiu's face darkened: "The boy from the six sects, dare to kill my disciples for no reason!"

Song Xing also had a bad face and said: "Pretending to be a ghost, does the Xingxiu Sect only know these things that can't be put on the table?"

Obviously his martial arts are far superior to Su Xinghe's, but Ding Chunqiu secretly poisoned him, and even wanted to wipe out all the people present. If Song Xing hadn't seen through his method, those who died of this poison would not be members of the Xingxiu Sect. .

Ding Chunqiu measured the strength of Song Xing's palm just now, stared at Song Xing with vicious eyes, then turned his head to look at Su Xinghe and said: "The six doors can't protect you for a lifetime, just get out obediently and suffer your death." !"

After finishing speaking, he ignored the corpses on the ground, waved the feather fan in his hand, and the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who were still alive hurriedly carried him out of the Valley of the Deaf and Mute.

Although the monks of Shaolin Temple wanted to approach Song Xing to discuss the matter of Juxian Village before, but seeing that Su Xinghe was determined to see off the guests, they had to retreat out of the valley with Jiumozhi and others for the time being.

Su Xinghe walked to the three wooden houses next to him, and said to Song Xing: "Young Master Song, please come in!"

Song Xing knew that the house should be Wu Yazi's hiding place, so he was not humble. When he walked to the doorless and windowless wooden house, the Tianzi Wangqi skill was activated, and he walked a few steps obliquely, stepping on a certain stone. On top of the bricks, the wooden house cracked open soundlessly, revealing a door, and nothing could be seen through the black hole in the door.

Seeing that Song Xing was so smart, Su Xinghe nodded in satisfaction again, stretched out his hand to point to the door, and said again: "Please come in!"

Duan Yu saw that the door was dark, he couldn't see anything clearly, he was afraid that there might be some danger inside, and was about to speak, but Qiao Feng guessed that it might be the target of Song Xing's trip, he reached out his hand to stop Duan Yu, but his feet gathered secretly Strong, ready to start at any time.

Song Xing smiled, stepped into the wooden house, and the wooden door closed again silently behind him.

Entering the room, the wooden house was pitch black, with no door or window, and no light at all, but under Song Xing's eyes, everything was clearly visible, and the scene inside could be seen clearly.

In the pitch-black room, a person was sitting suspended in the air. Looking carefully, there was a dark rope hanging from the ridge of the roof, hanging the person in the air.

The man in the air had a beard of three feet long, none of it was gray, his face was like a crown of jade, and there was no trace of wrinkle. He was obviously not young, but he was still full of spirits and elegant demeanor.

Song Xing smiled slightly, raised his head and clasped his fists and said: "Six Doors Song Xing, I have met Senior Wu Yazi!"

Wu Yazi's internal strength has also reached the point where the empty room can generate electricity. Seeing Song Xing who broke the Zhenlong chess game, his appearance and temperament are excellent, and he is nodding secretly satisfied. Immediately vigilant.

"Who are you, why do you know the old man's name?"

Song Xing stretched out his hand and pointed at the ground, a sharp sword qi came out, making a deep hole in the ground, Wu Yazi was surprised again: "Northern True Qi!"

Beiming Shengong is the unique skill of the Xiaoyao Sect, and it has not been allowed to practice unless it is the head of the past generations. Even Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui are not good at this skill. Wu Yazi did not expect to wait for 30 years, and the one who waited was a boy who knew Beiming Shengong.

Song Xing said indifferently: "The younger generation learned the Beiming magic skill left by the senior in Wuliang Mountain by chance, and admired the demeanor of the senior, so I came here specially, and I didn't want to be able to see the demeanor of the senior."

What he said was vague, but Wu Yazi thought that Song Xing learned it in the blessed place of Langhuan in Wuliang Mountain, so he couldn't help but said: "So that's how it is. You have cultivated so purely the Beiming Divine Art, there is nowhere else to learn it except there."

Looking at the high-spirited Song Xing, Wu Yazi seemed to see himself back then, and said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, after so many years of waiting, I have waited for you who possesses the magical power of Beiming. God has treated me well."

Wu Yazi changed the subject and asked, "Do you know why I have been hiding in this dark place for 30 years by myself?"

Song Xing pretended not to know, and Wu Yazi told the story of Ding Chunqiu plotting against him back then.

"Fortunately, Xinghe rescued Ding Chunqiu back then and tricked Ding Chunqiu to Xingxiu Sea. I lived on for 30 years in this disabled body. I set up the Zhenlong chess game in order to find a talented and beautiful disciple to inherit my legacy. Mantle."

Song Xing asked again: "Mr. Congbian is the senior's disciple. If he wants to kill Ding Chunqiu, why should the senior go far away?"

Wu Yazi shook his head and said: "Although Xinghe is intelligent, but his talent is limited, and he is distracted by miscellaneous learning, even if he can inherit my skills, he may not be Ding Chunqiu's opponent."

"I see your divine light is introverted, the kung fu you showed just now, the Beiming magic kung fu has been cultivated into the classroom, and your martial arts talent is even higher than that of Ding Chunqiu's rebellious disciple. When I teach you all kinds of unique skills of the Xiaoyao School, you will definitely be able to improve to a higher level. "

Song Xing looked at Wu Yazi's expectant gaze, shook his head and said, "I really want to learn the Kung Fu of the Xiaoyao School, but I won't join the Xiaoyao School."

Wu Yazi was stunned for a moment, and asked strangely: "Why? You should know that although my Xiaoyao School is not well-known, all kinds of martial arts are rare magical skills in the world, and ordinary people can't learn them even if they want to learn them."

Of course Song Xing knew what Wu Yazi said was true, but he still didn't want to deceive each other, and said bluntly, "Because."

Before he finished speaking, the wooden house was suddenly broken by a majestic force, and Ding Chunqiu's wanton laughter came at the same time: "Hahahaha, Su Xinghe, old fairy, I knew you tricked me out, there must be something weird, old thief You didn't die, you didn't expect that the magical skill I was looking for was always right in front of my eyes."

(End of this chapter)