I Am A Role Model! Blackmail!

After Zhang San told Hu Xiaobai about his own purpose, Hu Xiaobai was reluctant to let go.

Zhang San was walking down the street, looking around, looking for a suitable candidate.

This person must be firm enough in mind, and must have enough patience, preferably a gentler personality...

If any of the above conditions are missing, he may have a nervous breakdown while playing chess with Hu Xiaobai and want to strangle this stupid fox.

After sorting out these characteristics in his mind, Zhang San set his sights on some well-known female cultivators.

Since then, a rumor has been born...

According to legend, a female cultivator who is beautiful and gentle enough to go out in the middle of the night may be picked up and led away by a Hu Daxian, who will play chess with Hu Daxian for a whole night.

Some people think that this rumor is mostly hype, and some people think that it is a complete rumor...

And those women who have experienced it themselves, hearing these rumors, always just smiled and didn't speak.

The sun and the moon passed, time passed slowly, and three days had passed.

In the past few days, apart from catching some women to play chess with Hu Xiaobai, Zhang San spent the rest of the time going in and out of various treasure pavilions, looking up the origin of the mysterious flower.

But until now, the gains are very small, just like the progress of Hu Xiaobai's chess skills.

He also entrusted Su Wan to help him inquire, but he found nothing.

This puts Zhang San in a predicament. He can't find relevant knowledge just by looking up information. But if he asks those seniors, such as the hunchbacked elder of the Anshen tribe, there is a possibility that treasures will be exposed...

How can this be good? ... Zhang San put down the book in his hand, rubbed his astringent eyes, and closed his eyes to rest.

However, these days, he is not without gains.

At least he knew that An Qingxue had given him some information about the jade pendant on the day of the Great Competition of the Ten Clan.

The jade pendant is called Wanmu Jade. It is very precious. In addition to strengthening the body and increasing the affinity of plants and trees, it can also resist the attack of the soul... and so on.

Of course, these are not the most important, the most important thing is that Wanmuyu can be used in conjunction with Wanmujue, and those who have practiced Wanmujue can sense where Wanmuyu is!

However, Wanmu Jue has very high requirements on physique. Ordinary people will only end up with a body explosion and death if they practice forcibly.

Zhang San couldn't help but remember that when he was about to destroy the Qi family that day, An Qingxue suddenly appeared.

At that time, he felt that something was not right. How could it be so coincidental that he just happened to appear in front of him?

Thinking about it now, Zhang San felt that this An Qingxue was probably cultivating the Myriad Wood Art, and after sensing her position, she followed.

But...if that's the case, then why did she do it?

Zhang San shook his head. After he really couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Although he didn't know what An Qingxue's purpose was, it was certain that she did not intend to target her that day.

When Li Dao beheaded Liu Bai'er, he saw a trace of panic flashed in An Qingxue's eyes, and then withdrew nearly 80% of his strength.

However, he still had no good feelings for this woman.

Zhang San emptied the thoughts in his mind, left the Treasure Pavilion, and walked towards the inn.

As soon as he entered the door, he found Hu Xiaobai and Xiaopaw holding the white chess, staring at the chessboard frowning and contemplating, as if hesitating where to play.

Um? Is this mind blowing? ... Zhang San was surprised, and at the same time was also a little surprised, Hu Xiaobai's progress seemed to be not small.

However, when he looked down and looked at the situation, he found that black had almost occupied most of the situation, and no matter where white went, it was a dead end.

He sighed faintly, patted the woman sitting opposite Hu Xiaobai, playing chess with him, and said from the bottom of his heart, "It's hard work."

The woman who heard this sentence, her eyes moistened instantly, she turned to look at Zhang San, and said with a slightly nasal voice: "What did I do wrong? Why are you doing this to me?"

"You're right, it's my fault." Zhang San sighed, flicked his sleeves, and walked out of the inn.

Before leaving, I heard Hu Xiaobai say crisply: "Hey, come again, I will definitely win you next time!"

...

After the royal family came to Muyuan City, the ten major families would need to go to the royal family every once in a while to report some specific situations.

An Buhuan supported his old body and slowly returned from the royal palace, feeling mixed emotions.

He has seen those old friends from before. Although they are old now, they are still full of energy. Unlike himself, most of their bodies have been buried in the soil.

In the past few days, for some unknown reason, his body has become more and more on the verge of collapse.

I thought it could last four or five years, but now it seems that even another year is unlikely.

"The world is impermanent, and manpower will eventually run out." An Buhuan sighed, walking on the streets of Muyuan City, and countless memories of the past emerged in his mind.

Although practitioners have a long lifespan, many people may not live as fulfilling as a mere mortal.

Ordinary people get married and have children, birth, old age, sickness and death. The sixty or seventy years are bitter and joyful. Every day, they come through steadily.

As for practitioners, a Closed Door Training takes a few months and a few years, and sometimes they enter a secret realm, which may take decades or more. In fact, they really don’t have much time left for them.

An Buhuan is such a person. Since the rise of youth, he is afraid of being overtaken by others. In addition to cultivation, his life is cultivation.

But when he was about to die, what made him happiest was not the earth-shattering Cultivation Base, but the time when his son was still alive and the family was reunited.

In addition to other concerns, An does not imagine that he will find a dao companion for his granddaughter before he dies. There is a reason why he does not want his granddaughter to repeat his mistakes.

An Buhua walked on the empty street with a cane, slowly clearing the thoughts in his mind.

"Okay, come out." He stuck his cane on his cane, his cloudy eyes couldn't see joy and anger.

"An Buhuan, you are getting old." At this time, a middle-aged man slowly walked out from the corner.

"Is it that urgent? You won't wait for a few years?" An Buhuan's voice was calm, as if he had expected it.

"Haha." The middle-aged man smiled and said nothing.

"It's not just you, let others come out too." An Buhuan sighed faintly.

"Come out."

The middle-aged man had long expected that he couldn't hide An Buhuan, and that An Buhuan would be a ninth-level arrogant no matter how bad it was.

His voice fell, and three more figures flew out. They were terrifying, their blood gushing out like the sky, and their eyes were a little excited.

"An old man, don't blame us, we are also entrusted by others." The four said in unison.

...

At the same time, in the royal palace, the man sitting on the golden tree chair looked at the light screen composed of Spiritual Qi with great interest.

On the light screen, the scene on the street is being projected.

"Father, let the situation go on like this, won't you stop it?" Hong Huoxi asked.

"The change of power is the law of the world. If you can't sit in this position, let others sit, what can you do to stop it? No matter who is the patriarch, he only needs to be sincere to my Wood Spirit Clan. For me, it is the same. of."

After the man glanced at Honghuoxi, his eyes returned to the light screen.

"But... let them fight in the city, will it..." Hong Huoxi asked tightly.

"The Mu Lingjun has alienated the masses." The man said lightly.

"But……"

"No but, Huoxi, you don't need too much kindness." The man taught earnestly.

"Yes, the boy knows." Hong Huoxi paused and stopped talking.