My right eye is mutated

Chapter 191
As he talked, the old man seemed to get involved and began to give examples.

"Just like Zero Kalpa treats you unfairly, is Zero Kalpa wrong?"

"Looking at it at the time, Zero Tribulation was indeed wrong, but what about looking back?"

"It is precisely because Zero Calamity treats you unfairly that it inspires something in your heart."

"Even, it is precisely because Zero Calamity treats you unfairly that you can comprehend the ultimate will, and even later the ultimate power. Do you think that Zero Calamity is wrong?"

"Let's change another position. From Zero Tribulation's point of view, his move seems unfair to you. To him, it may just be revenge."

"You may not be clear about the grievances between him and Yi Yong, you may not be clear about what he pursues is no worse than what you pursue..."

"He, perhaps also created injustice to you for a certain great pursuit!"

"It's just like the injustice you made to the dead members of the Shadow Guard...you think it's a necessary sacrifice..."

"Then, the zero calamity of that day, maybe you were considered a necessary sacrifice?"

Zhou Buzhou thought about it and thought it made sense.

But as he listened, he suddenly woke up.

without hesitation,

Draw the sword directly.

锃!
Yingying blue light flickered.

Under the cold light, the sharpness is abnormal.

"Who is Your Excellency, a villager from the mountains, how could he know such an existence as Zero Kalpa Yiyong?!"

"Village man, I'm afraid you won't know about my past experience!"

The old man was slightly taken aback, but he didn't care.

Instead, he patted himself on the head: "Hey, I'm getting old, and I'm showing my flaws as I talk."

"I didn't intend to expose it... Unfortunately, I'm old..."

Having said that, the old man returned to the mode of admonishing in a blink of an eye.

"But think about it carefully, at this moment, is it really wrong for me, the old man, to expose these flaws?"

"Maybe it's right to look back, how about looking back? Maybe it's wrong again, how about looking back?"

Speaking of this, the old man looked at Zhou Buzhou eagerly: "Do you understand?"

Zhou Buzhou was a little crazy.

I can't wait to give this old guy a sword.

But he chose silence.

He gave up.

Since this old man can make the black smoke unresponsive, and he is familiar with his experience, it is not something he can resist with his current strength.

Take the sword.

Zhou Buzhou pondered and said: "You mean, right and wrong are circulating?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "The world is a circle!"

"It's been a while, let me play two games with the old man first!"

The voice fell,

A chessboard with nineteen verticals and nineteen horizontals appeared directly in front of the old man. On the chessboard, two chess boxes were opened, with white pieces on one side and black pieces on the other.

Zhou Buzhou was shocked.

People who have this kind of power on call are the worst second-order practitioners.

The second-order cultivator combined with the first-order fully tempered Sanfu can open their own storage space when they break through!

If there is no storage space, it is absolutely impossible to find a chessboard at random.

And this old man has no true energy...

Maybe, it's back to basics?

Zhou Buzhou became more and more frightened.

He began to quickly think about how he should escape in case of emergency.

The old man ignored him, but sat down slowly: "Would you rather be black or white?"

Zhou Buzhou looked up.

frown.

Silently walked to Heizi's side.

The old man stretched out his hand and beckoned, "Heizi first."

Zhou Buzhou nodded.

He stretched out his right hand, picked up a chess piece from the chess box, and placed Tianyuan.

The old man smiled lightly, using a very standard technique, that is, holding a white stone between the middle finger and index finger.

Time passed slowly.

I don't know how long has passed.

The chessboard is full of black and white pieces.

Black and white pieces are entangled with each other.

In the end, black and white pieces were densely covered on the chessboard, leaving only two spaces.

Baizi falls, slays the dragon!

All the sunspots were eaten.

On the chessboard, there are only white pieces left.

But in this way, there is no winning or losing.

Black pieces can still continue to drop pieces on the board.

Zhoubuzhou continued to fall.

quickly,

A round is over.

Zhou Buzhou lost eighteen goals.

The second round,

The old man replaced the sunspot.

Zhou Buzhou holds white sons.

Under the second hand, it is even more dangerous every step of the way.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Black and white are all over the board again.

On the chessboard, there are only two spaces left.

strangling each other.

Endless.

I don't know if the old man did it on purpose, but the old man just didn't take the position where the winner could be determined, or he chose to kill Zhou Buzhou a big dragon without doing anything.

Then Zhou Buzhou slaughtered some sunspots of the old man.

Black and white intertwine endlessly.

I don't know how long has passed.

The second game draws.

At the beginning of the third game, the old man didn't eat even a piece of Zhou Buzhou from the beginning to the end.

Time passed in a flash, and the black and white two pieces filled the chessboard.

Can only be determined by numbers.

Baizi has three eyes.

Still the old man wins.

Zhou Buzhou silently looked at the chessboard in front of him, recalling the previous two games.

The old man obviously didn't really just have a chess addiction.

Combining the different moves of the three chess games, Zhou Buzhou began to think about the deep meaning.

The old man chuckled: "Understood?"

Zhou Buzhou shook his head, but nodded again: "The old gentleman wants to tell me three truths."

The old man smiled appreciatively: "Tell me about it."

Zhou Buzhou nodded and said: "First, black or white alone can never occupy the entire board, and can never end the game!"

"Secondly, if black and white fight each other, there will never be consummation, and it will never end. Only when black and white coexist can the chess game end and a consummation be determined!"

Zhou Buzhou was silent for a while, and then continued: "Thirdly, whatever you do is wrong, if you don't stick to black and white, right or wrong, then you won't be wrong!"

The old man asked again: "Then do you really understand?"

Zhou Buzhou sneered: "Does it matter if you understand or not?"

"I understand, boy. The old man wants to tell me that in this world, black and white have their reasons for existence, and they must exist in order to form a complete world."

"Perseverance is obsession, and persistence is bound to make mistakes?"

The old man said calmly: "Not bad."

"So, it's better not to insist on black and white, but to watch!"

"But the kid doesn't want to understand!"

Violence flashed in Zhou Buzhou's eyes, he drew his sword suddenly, and cut off the chessboard in front of him with one blow.

He is sure.

His previous indecisive emotions and doubts about himself should have followed the old man's way.

He was also sure that the old man would not hurt him.

But like a monk, trying to correct his thoughts with nonsense!

A sword fell.

The chessboard cracked, black and white stones flew.

Zhou Buzhou looked directly at the old man's eyes.

Shen Sheng said: "In the past, since Tang Yao set up this chessboard for future generations to play, there is no reason not to stick to it!"

Zhou Buzhou reached out and grabbed one of the flying pieces, one black and one white, and said firmly:

"Zhou can't be non-persistent."

"Zhou, you must hold black and white at the same time!"

After the words fell, Zhou Buzhou stared at the old man closely, and if anything went wrong, he had to save himself.

But the old man paused for a while, and then looked at Zhou Buzhou carefully.

Zhou Buzhou was full of rebellion and uncompromising.

The old man smiled lightly: "Idiot!"

"Since that's the case, it's the cause and effect of you and me."

"Since you don't want to watch, old man, I don't care about your follow-up karma."

"From now on, you can do it yourself."

After the voice fell, the figure of the old man disappeared completely.

The chessboard also dissipated completely.

The flying chess pieces also dissipated completely.

Only the black and white sons tightly held by Zhou Buzhou turned into a flash of light and submerged into Zhou Buzhou's body.

(End of this chapter)