Emperor of Nine Suns

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I saw Tong Meng's hands forming seals in front of his chest, and in the midst of the spiritual power, dozens of seals were transformed in an instant. With a slight push forward with his beautiful and white palms, a beautiful and gorgeous talisman suddenly appeared, facing the sky. Print on it.

In an instant, the light and shadow changed, and the empty space that was originally empty changed suddenly, revealing patches of dense towering ancient trees, and a quiet path winds out, extending to the deepest part of the dense forest.

"It's really a mentally handicapped ban."

The little hamster pouted, with a look of contempt on his face. For this conceited and arrogant mouse, Chu Chen was no longer surprised by it. He took a look at it and said nothing, and walked towards the quiet path with Tong Meng.

The path is winding, paved with clean and tidy bluestone slabs, about seven feet wide, enough for two people to walk side by side, and you can't see the end at a glance. Chu Chen walked on the road for a long time, but saw towering ancient trees all around, and each tree was hugged by more than a dozen people, soaring into the clouds. There are countless exotic flowers and plants under the trees, bushes and forests, and it looks like a complete small world.

Due to the dense branches and leaves of ancient trees in the sky, the whole path is extremely dark. Fortunately, there are strange crystals floating in the void, which continuously radiate colorful lights to the surroundings. The whole trail is dreamlike and beautiful.

"That old man is said to be Elder Huang's close friend. He was seriously injured due to some accidents before, and his time is running out, so he has been living in seclusion in the dense forest in the back mountain and never goes out." Tong Meng walked said softly.

"Injured? What, did he say?"

When Chu Chen heard this, he frowned slightly. Based on his intuition, he felt that the old man had gone wrong during his cultivation, showing signs of madness. But it was just a painting after all, if he suffered some internal injuries, then Chu Chen had nothing to do.

"I don't know, he didn't say it, and neither did Elder Huang." Tong Meng shook her head.

"Then let's go and have a look first." There was no other way to blindly guess, Chu Chen shook his head.

Chu Chen thought to himself, this mysterious "back mountain" must be a suzerain-level powerhouse to live in. Who is this old man?

After walking for less than half an hour, the sight suddenly opened up. The towering ancient trees soaring into the sky disappeared, and there were only a few small wooden houses in a patchwork pattern on a piece of green grass.

Not far away is a huge waterfall, which cascades down into the deep pool below, as clear and crystal clear as the Nine Heavens Milky Way.

Beside the blue deep pool, there is a gazebo. In the pavilion, an old man sits beside a small stone table. In front of him, a chess game is half played. The old man's eyes were slightly closed, as if he had fallen into a deep trance, and remained motionless for a long time.

"Grandpa Liu, I'm here."

Walking to the side of the pavilion, Tong Meng called softly, "I have already finished the painting you ordered."

Hearing Tong Meng's words, the sitting old man raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes slightly. A bright light flashed through the cloudy eyes.

So strong!

Chu Chen's eyelids twitched violently. Since coming here, Chu Chen subconsciously opened up his spiritual sense to see what happened to the old man. When the glimmer of light passed by, Chu Chen only felt that there seemed to be a huge prehistoric beast lurking in front of him. The coercion of the giant beast, which is as terrifying as a prison and as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, is extremely clear.

This old man was the strongest person Chu Chen had ever met, except for the corpses of ancient gods and demons in the ancient fairy mountains.

Even if he was seriously injured, even if his breath was weak, this old man still gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, like an ant looking up at a giant dragon. He was a terrifying figure who could shatter his body to pieces just by raising his hand and stamping his feet casually. .

After carefully sensing with the spiritual sense again, Chu Chen's heart moved slightly. His initial feeling was correct, the old man was indeed insane.

After opening his spiritual sense, Chu Chen could clearly feel that the old man's meridians, like a rushing river of gods, had several obvious forks. That bifurcation is an unusable waste vein hidden in the human body. I don't know what kind of exercises the old man practiced, so that the spiritual power can flow to that place. Whenever spiritual power flows through, it makes those bifurcations wider.

Judging from this situation, if that useless meridian is widened to a certain extent, I am afraid it will become more and more serious, and even in the end, it is very likely that the meridians all over the body will be dislocated, the spiritual power will flow backwards, and the body will explode and die!

"It's you, little girl."

The old man looked at Tong Meng, smiled and nodded, "I'm an old man, but I'm causing you trouble."

"Grandpa Liu, what are you talking about? This is my painting, please see if there is anything wrong." Tong Meng walked up to the old man and handed over the painting respectfully.

The old man took the scroll, shook his hands, and spread it out. Suddenly, an old man with a clear face appeared on the paper. This painting has obviously been meticulously retouched, every hair strand and every wrinkle are extremely clear and obvious. At first glance, it really seems that a living person is pasted on it abruptly.

"Well, the painting is not bad." The old man nodded with a smile, with a look of satisfaction on his face. I have to say that Tong Meng's painters are really extraordinary and breathtaking.

"Grandpa praised it." Tong Meng smiled sweetly, unconsciously holding the little snow-white hamster in her hand and stroking it gently. It's strange to say that this little hamster usually looks around in all directions, arrogant and arrogant, but now in front of the old man, he doesn't dare to say a word, letting Tong Meng's little hands knead it, it seems that he really regards himself as a A pet mouse that doesn't talk.

This bullying guy must have felt the powerful threat from the peerless powerhouse and started pretending to be an ordinary pet.

The corner of Chu Chen's mouth twitched, his eyes glanced at the stone table, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously walked to the opposite side of the old man, carefully sizing up the mess.

"Well, the painting is so good, what should I give you in return." The old man stroked his beard lightly, obviously very satisfied with the painting, frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then raised his eyes and saw Chu Chen staring at it intently. With the endgame on the table, he couldn't help but smile slightly, "Why, my little brother also dabbles in the art of chess?"

"I know a little about fur. I made the old man laugh." Chu Chen smiled slightly. Before the old man could speak, he sat down in a graceful manner opposite the old man, and bowed his hands respectfully. I don't know if the old man agrees?"

"Hehe, you don't think I'm boring as an old man, so it's a wish to come to play chess with me." The old man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. Lightly moving his hands, he was about to erase the remnants of chess on the table and rearrange the layout, but saw Chu Chen wave his hand slightly, "Don't bother, old man, how about we continue with this endgame?"

"Oh? That's a good thing." The old man was a little surprised when he heard this. Unexpectedly, at such a young age, Chu Chen's chess skills are so profound. You must know that this endgame is not just a piece of leftover chess. In the process of playing chess, you have poured your spiritual will into it, and it contains your own understanding of the great way of heaven and earth. It can be said that the mystery is endless. If you don't have a very good understanding of chess, I'm afraid you can't even understand it.

Immediately, he sat opposite Chu Chen, and the two of them held a son each, and began to play in a dignified manner.

Tong Meng, who was next to her, felt a little tight in her heart. Looking at Chu Chen, he couldn't help feeling a little worried. You know, after Chu Chen entered Biquan Xianzong, he ran outside every day for three years, so he didn't have time to study the way of the game. I've never heard him say that he can play chess. If Mao rashly played chess with the old man, if he lost too badly, wouldn't he be hit?

He has just condensed the first drop of spiritual water, so don't make any mistakes. ()