Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 971

Sang Yue was led into the chessboard by the four-color lights of wood, fire, metal and water. When she stood firmly, she suddenly found herself in a vast sea of ​​clouds in ancient times.

The four mythical beasts, Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise, each occupied one side of a natural chessboard, while she and her opponent were outside the chessboard.

At this moment, her opponent was like a god in white clothes and silver hair, sitting coldly and holy. His figure was huge and towering high above the clouds, making her look like a small bird stepping on the sea of ​​clouds to worship the gods.

This is the charm of Four Square Chess. The shape of each player represents his or her strength.

There is also a pressure on the chessboard. The higher the level, the stronger the pressure. A fairy like her has very low pressure, and it is not difficult to move the chess pieces. And every time he eats one of his pieces, his image will be affected a little.

Every time she hit the opponent, she felt a little more relaxed, and her already weak suppressing force loosened.

She knew that he was giving in, but that didn't stop her from continuing to attack him.

"You really don't care about my life or death at all." Seeing her raise the chess piece to attack him without hesitation again, the Silver-haired Immortal Venerable did not move at all, and Qing Su's voice rang out slowly, "Seeing me injured, don't you feel any pain at all?"

On the contrary, he showed mercy many times, not wanting to let her suffer the attack of having her pieces eaten.

"Come on," Sang Yue remained unmoved by his accusations. "My attack on you was equivalent to the impact of a sparrow, not even enough to tickle you. How can I feel sorry for you?"

On the contrary, if he ate her sperm, one blow would be enough to kill her.

With such a huge difference in strength, how could she feel sorry for him? She should feel more sorry for herself and enjoy the sense of accomplishment of loosening the restrictions. Qing Su just smiled and said nothing. After all, this was the truth, and it was also the reason why he didn't want to attack her.

In his eyes, Sang Yue and Mu Chenfeng are equally strong and have their own unique chess styles.

Mu Chenfeng's chess moves were too straight, and the purpose of each move was very obvious, which made people follow the traces. However, her chess moves were more chaotic, like a random punch that killed a master, and the purpose of each move was also very obvious.

But she often does the opposite and will eat one of your sons even if it means death.

Muchenfeng wanted to win, and she wanted to die together, that was interesting, so he kicked Muchenfeng off the chessboard. Instead of wasting time with a man, it was better to have fun with her on the chessboard and cultivate feelings.

Just like a line in her hometown, being invincible is so lonely that he doesn't even have the mood to seek defeat, he just wants a sense of freshness.

They hadn't taken it out before because her cultivation level was too low. The two of them were only thinking about how to help her improve her cultivation so that she would be able to fight against male demons in the future, and forgot about entertainment and fun.

To be honest, once they leave here, they may not be in the mood to play.

Sang Yue looked up at the giant statue of the Silver-haired Immortal Venerable. It was different from the giant statues in the Wanxiang Tomb, which were sacred and inviolable, and people dared not look directly at them. Although his giant statue seemed aloof, it gave her a strong sense of closeness.

"Just concentrate on playing chess. Why are you looking at me?" Seeing that she was hesitant to make a move and just staring at him blankly, Qing Su cast a spell in the air and hit her on the forehead.

The way she looked at him was too clear, without any emotion, it was boring, it was better to play chess.

"It turns out that the true bodies of immortals and gods give people such different feelings." After being knocked, Sang Yue touched the top of his head while moving the chess piece, and said, "Maybe it's because of my previous cultivation that I have no awe for you and me."

"So what?" Qing Su stared at the chess board, thinking about how to let her go.

Giving up a move is also a skill, and it is interesting only when playing with her. When playing against Mu Chenfeng, he prefers to watch the other party lose his composure and bring about his own destruction.

"No big deal," at most she just wanted to be closer to him. Sang Yue's gaze returned to the chessboard, "No matter how strong my opponent is, I strongly oppose being kicked into the safe zone by you and left to deal with it alone." "Oh? What are your chances of winning?" Qing Su asked calmly.

"Not even one percent," Sang Yue said calmly, subconsciously thinking the result, "You have a fifty-fifty chance of winning against him."

She gave him a 50% chance of winning because she said that to give face to her fellow Taoist.

In fact, it was at most 60% to 40%, the demon had 60%, and he had 3 or 40%, no more. Her meaning reached his mind, and he paused when he was about to raise his hand. It was too much for him. If the other party was a demon god, he would have no chance of winning.

"If you can't win," seeing that he didn't say anything, Sang Yue still tried to persuade him, "you can use a delaying tactic..."

For example, she left with him first, because she vaguely remembered that the devil seemed to want her surrender and was willing to sacrifice her life for it. Since she valued her life the most, the choice between her life and him showed her true feelings.

Tsk, how ridiculous, how could he deserve her to give up her life willingly?
Of course, that was a matter for the future. Right now, she just wanted to tell Qing Su that if he couldn't beat her in the future, he should let her go and let her go back with him, and then he could take his time. By then, he must not be impulsive and fight with him.

The devil had no patience for anyone other than her and would never show mercy.

Especially for her life partner, whose life was already in danger, if he was willing to retreat, there might be hope of survival. She didn't want him to die, because that would make her even more lonely and helpless, and her desire to survive would drop rapidly like a dive.

After hearing her plan, Qing Su remained expressionless and said nothing, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"I know this may be very frustrating for you..." Just as she was about to continue persuading him, her heart suddenly skipped a beat, causing her to raise her eyes and then she jumped out of the chessboard. "Asu, I have something to do and will be back soon."

Qing Su slowly opened her eyes and stared at the place where she had just sat in silence for a moment, then Fang Yeguang left the chessboard.

"What's going on?" Mu Chenfeng and Mo Wan had already noticed something was wrong and rushed over. "Why did Lord Sang go down? Didn't she say that there was nothing she wanted in this secret realm?"

"It's okay," Qing Su slowly walked to the edge of the cliff, staring at the entrance to the secret realm covered by the sea of ​​clouds, "I met an old friend."

His words dispelled the worries of Mu and Mo, and Mu Chenfeng moved the stone table and chessboard with great interest:

"Come on, come on, instead of waiting in boredom, why don't you and I continue the unfinished chess game from a hundred years ago. Let me tell you, I have been researching ways to break the game over the years. You are doomed to lose this time!"

Tsk, how shameless of you to say that.

Mu Chenfeng's arrogant words aroused Qing Su's interest, and he sat down with a sneer:
"Then come on."

Let him use facts to tell the other party that apart from being older than him, in other aspects, he, Mu Chenfeng, is not even his younger brother and is at most cannon fodder.

Looking at the two people playing chess quietly on the edge of the cliff, Mo Wan quickly turned around and got busy.

When Lord Sang enters the secret realm to meet an old friend, he might bring him up to reminisce about the past. As the host, he should prepare more spiritual dew and cakes to avoid being impolite. I just don't know who the other party is, maybe he is an immortal or something like that?

Then she couldn't use food from the spirit world to entertain the guests, she had to brew it herself. The material was insignificant, but the sentiment was important, so she wouldn't mind even if the guests didn't like the food.

It's a rare occasion to have a distinguished guest visit, and she could see that Mu Chenfeng was very happy...that should be right?
Mo Wan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head gently, put aside all distracting thoughts, and turned to the kitchen...

Sorry, sorry, I updated a little late today. If there is no update by 1:00 p.m. tomorrow, I guess I have asked for leave. I will let you know first~
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