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In the morning, the air is fresh and the birds are chirping.

The Prophet sat in a gazebo, feeling uneasy.

"Is Chu Jing really as His Majesty said, with unparalleled chess skills?"

That day, he failed miserably in the chess game with Chu Jing, and Emperor Zhou was convinced, and repeatedly talked about it in front of the prophet.

Today, the Prophet couldn't bear his curiosity, so he invited Chu Jing to play chess.

As soon as a figure arrived outside the hall, the Prophet sensed it, and immediately sat upright, waiting for the person to come.

After a while, Chu Jing walked into the gazebo with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, Master Prophet, I'm late."

"Brother Chu, you don't have to blame yourself, but I invite you to play chess suddenly, and I'm so rude, please forgive me."

Chu Jing smiled and sat down opposite.

On the stone table between the two of them was a chessboard.

"let's start."

The prophet made a gesture of invitation.

Chu Jing nodded, and the two began to play chess.

...

I don't know how long it has been.

As the sun rises, the birds stop chirping.

The Prophet was sweating, not just because of the hot weather or too much pressure.

He held a chess piece in his hand, hesitated, and finally dropped the chess piece casually, and said with a wry smile, "I actually lost?"

Chu Jing smiled slightly and said, "Accept."

"This……"

The Prophet stared at Chu Jing with wide eyes, full of surprise: "Brother Chu, you know that I am a warrior, and because of my realm, I have developed divine sense. Is my brain a thousand times more developed than yours?"

"yes?"

Chu Jing was noncommittal.

The prophet fussed and said: "In the end, my brain power counted that you were so much better than you, but I still lost to you! If you didn't have no breath on your body, I would doubt that you are a master!"

It is rare for him to feel restless because Chu Jing's chess strength is too strong.

You must know that the Prophet is not only powerful, but because of the practice of "Great Prophecy", the calculation power is also as terrifying as a machine.

But today, he lost to the "ordinary person" Chu Jing?

Chu Jing looked calm, and asked with a smile, "Again?"

The prophet stared, blowing his beard and saying, "Come again!"

...

noon.

The prophet looked frustrated, took the good wine sent by the eunuch, handed over a glass, and sighed bitterly: "Brother Chu, I have lived for hundreds of years and played chess for hundreds of years, but I have never seen a monster like you .”

"What the emperor said is right, your chess technique is the best in the world!"

Played chess all morning, there were draws and fierce fights.

The Prophet never won.

He was shocked by Chu Jing's chess skills, and knew that he was no match, so he was convinced.

"Wonderful praise!" Chu Jing took the wine glass, took a sip and said with a smile: "Good wine."

"Drink more good wine. If you hadn't defeated me many times today, I would really be reluctant to take out this wine...cough cough..."

The Prophet also took a swig, and when he finished speaking, he began to cough violently.

After wiping with a handkerchief, Bai Jie's handkerchief was stained with red blood.

The Prophet casually threw the handkerchief into the trash can, and said with a smile, "The old problem is repeated."

Chu Jing looked sympathetically.

Although the prophet is a fourth-rank master.

But he was so old that half a foot was almost in the grave.

It is a miracle that he can continue to live.

In the startled system space, even though there are many panaceas that can be obtained by signing in.

But let the Prophet prolong his life.

It is also difficult to achieve.

After all, birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws of the world.

Even a master can't break this rule.

Perhaps, only above the level of a master, can the Venerable have a glimmer of hope?

"Will one day, I will die of old age like a prophet?"

Thinking of this possibility, Chu Jing felt rebellious.

"I must never end up like this!"

"It's hard to come to another world for a while, I have to break through the limit, gain eternal life, and enjoy the world!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be a disappointment to this hard work?"

Chu Jing became more and more determined.

On the other side, feeling that his life was about to come to an end, the Prophet sighed bitterly: "Actually, if I don't use the "Great Prophecy" frequently, I can live at least another fifty years, just for the country... I have to do this!"

Having said that, the Prophet patted his forehead, "What's wrong with me, I actually want to confide in you, little brother Chu? Forget it, I'm tired, it's time to rest, little brother, I won't see you off."

The Prophet got up tired and went to the bedroom.

Chu Jing looked at his back with a bit of pity, and his will became more and more determined.

You must constantly improve your realm and seek eternal life!

"Sign in here."

After adjusting for a moment, the mood stabilized, and Chu Jing was looking forward to it.

Because I knew in advance that I would come to the Temple of the Prophets.

He was not in a hurry to use up the sign last night.

For this moment.

"Drip, successfully signed in the Hall of the Prophet, and obtained the Great Prophecy!"

[Great prophecy: A secret technique that has been passed down for thousands of years, you can use your lifespan as a price to predict what will happen in the future to a certain extent! 】

"Hey, I actually signed up for the Prophet's unique skill?"

Chu Jing was very surprised.

He wants to come here to sign.

Also thought of giving it a try.

Didn't expect to get a good secret technique?

You must know that the Prophet was able to help Zhou Guo on the right path many times, relying on this great prophecy.

Zhou Guo's fate as a country was also established by this secret technique.

After signing in, these secret techniques were in Chu Jing's hands, so he couldn't calm down.

"Do you want to try to predict the future?"

Chu Jing's heart felt hot.

Great prophecy is not a skill.

As long as Chu Jing is willing, he can use it easily.

"Using this thing once will consume lifespan. Although I can live at least five hundred years, I can't be so squandered."

In the end, Chu Jing let out a long sigh, resisted the impulse, and went back home.

...

Sitting cross-legged in Ninghua Hall, forgetting about the great prophecy, Chu Jing began to concentrate on practicing.

In his mind, the True Dragon Heart Sutra and the God of War Illustrated Book reappeared.

But this time, the two magical arts are not fighting.

After all, the true meaning of the Tathagata is nearby.

They are also afraid.

After comprehending the two mental methods, Chu Jing naturally had a splitting headache.

However, the speed of practice is much faster than before.

"When comprehending the two supreme mental methods together, the price to bear is much more painful, but the speed of practice also increases accordingly!"

"According to this situation, without the aid of pills, within half a year, I will be able to enter the fourth rank of Grandmaster..."

Thinking of this episode, Chu Jing felt that the pain of refining the gods was not so obvious.

...

Time is like water.

Half a year passed by slowly.

For the past six months, Chu Jing has been practicing in the palace, occasionally chatting with the emperor and queen, playing chess with the prophet when he has nothing to do, and teasing the little prince by the way.

The days are peaceful.

Compared with the imperial palace, this martial arts arena is not so peaceful.

Rumors of the Prophet's death abounded.

There are even more conspiracy theories about Mongolia, Yan, and Song staring at Zhou.

Emperor Zhou naturally knew about these things, and he tried to complain to Chu Jing, that's all.

He said the Prophet's condition was going from bad to worse.

Ximen Chuuxue, the guardian of the emperor of the Song Dynasty, has already announced that within half a year, he will come to the palace to challenge the Prophet.

also.

The Mongolian Khan stared at Zhou Guo.

Under his command, Mongolia's number one master, Ba Shiba, the national teacher, also wanted to challenge the Prophet.

The seemingly peaceful Zhou Guo.

In fact, it is about to be stormy.

Just wait for the day when the Prophet dies, or be defeated by Ba Shiba and Ximen Chuuxue.

Zhou Guo's good days are coming to an end.