With Xiao Haochen as the center, clouds and ink are scattered, and ink is splashed to form nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, three hundred and sixty-one intersections, and three hundred and twenty-four square grids. In an instant, the ink painting chessboard enveloped the entire wine shop.

The flying knife ghost saw the floating ink floating like clouds on the ground, and said in shock: "Chen Weiyi, Xiao Haochen!"

Wudang Chen Weitianyi is said to be created by Zhang Qinghan, a disciple of Wudang ancestor. Because of his extraordinary talent, he was harvested as a disciple by Wudang ancestor Zhang Sanfeng. However, after entering Wudang, his mind did not focus on Taoism or swordsmanship, but instead immersed in chess. One day, he saw the energy of Tianyuan rising eastward and floating on the top of Wudang Mountain, so he drove a crane to watch. After arriving at the ground, he saw two old men with white hair playing games. In an instant, the two and the chessboard disappeared without a trace like clouds. When he was puzzled, he drove a crane back to Wudang Mountain. But the fragrance of the flaming fragrance of the flaming one month on the Zixiao Platform had already burned out. After paying homage to the master, he realized that one month had passed in the world.

Since then, Zhang Qinghan has a deep understanding. He thought of Wang Zhilan Ke of the Jin Dynasty and promoted the chess technique into the ink-wash formation of Chen Weitianyi. He was in Tianyuan, chatting and laughing, and bound the enemy to the chess formation like an immortal picking a star.

Xiao Haochen's face was cold and seemed to have been angered: "Kaiyuan!"

With a flash of figure, he came to the middle of the chessboard, which is the Tianyuan position in the chessboard.

As soon as he entered Tianyuan, Xiao Haochen's hair was disheveled and his Taoist robe flew. He raised his right hand calmly and stretched out his index finger and middle finger, as if he was pinching an invisible chess.

"The black son is destroyed, and the white son is trapped. I choose the black son."

"Black Destroy. Luozi."

His right hand suddenly waved, and a black spot with a faint ink suddenly fell down, landing in front of the flying knife ghost, shaking a slight ray of ink.

After a while, the slight ripples turned into shocking ripples, and the black pieces fell into clear water like ink, and they turned into repeated ink wisps to float away, which led to the chessboard where the flying sword ghost was located to shake.

The flying knife ghost's heart thumped, he wanted to move. But in the chess game, his feet were as if they were trapped in a quagmire and had difficulty walking. He had to luck to urge the flying knife to flutter, and he could barely cut off a few ink threads. The remaining few ink threads that could not be taken care of, but they were like unscathed souls, lingering around him for a long time.

"Five consecutive stars. One is destruction, and the other is trapped."

Five chess pieces, four white and one black, fell down with a bang. The four white pieces fell at the four intersections around the chess grid where the flying knife ghost was located. The white pieces and the black pieces were different from each other, and there was no trace of floating ink around them, giving people a sense of solidity and thickness.

These four sons fell around the flying sword ghost. The flying sword ghost who could have taken a few small steps had no way to go. The ink lines between the four white sons also formed four invisible barriers, blocking the flying sword's way.

Xiao Haochen slowly raised his hand.

The flying knife ghost was still looking around stupidly, afraid that the only black sperm among the five-star sects in Xiao Haochen's mouth would fall on his head in the next moment.

But there are four white pieces around him, and the black pieces have nowhere to fall. Even if it falls, the barrier wall formed by the white pieces will block the black pieces from its extermination and will not hurt the flying knife ghost at all.

Xiao Haochen's gestures were extremely calm, as if he was holding an invisible chess piece.

Or maybe he didn't pinch his head. To say further, he was just pinching the black spot formed by the fear in the heart of the flying knife ghost.

Xiao Haochen's originally loose hair fell on his shoulders and called out lazily: "Senior Brother."

Before he finished speaking, ten swords rose together!

Ten swords rose from the sword box, and then the ten swords fell together, like swallows returning to their nests, and they entered the box one after another, leaving only a shadow of the sword light.

The flying sword ghost's body was placed in the sword light, and first jumped up, twitched in the air for dozens of times before falling to the ground.

After falling to the ground, he had no other pain except for the fall, but he still hurriedly stood up and subconsciously used his internal force to resist. But as soon as he moved his internal force, the blood lines crossing each other on his body became obvious, and blood was seeping out. After a moment, blood gushed out from the sword marks on his body like an arrow, spraying the entire wine shop.

The Mo Ran chessboard had collapsed and everything had returned to normal. The wine shop was still a wine shop, not damaged at all, but there was an extra corpse. There were black-clothed corpses lingering in the silk, sword marks were densely packed with blood splashing on the body.

Although Murong Haoyue and Xiao Haochen jointly killed each other, it gave people the feeling that they were killed by one person and did not feel any sense of incongruity.

The two of them were no longer in the restaurant and had already appeared in the forest more than a hundred feet away outside the restaurant.

Murong Haoyue waved her finger and closed the sword box.

Xiao Haochen waved his whisk and said with a smile: "Senior Brother, you can already activate the ten swords of the eleven swords of the Wudang Sword Box? Then if you return to Wudang, I am afraid that my position as the leader will be out of stock, hahaha."

Murong Haoyue was cold and frosty: "I can activate ten swords because there are only ten swords in my sword box."

Xiao Haochen was slightly stunned, but he didn't understand for a moment: "What?"

"Let's go."

Xiao Haochen responded, and then said, "Senior brother, as a disciple of Wudang, since he has learned the supreme swordsmanship, he should have the courage to make moves, and he should also have the kindness to collect moves, so as to keep the vitality and follow the heavenly way. Blessings are the infinite Heavenly Lord."

"Recruiting the benevolence?" Murong Haoyue frowned slightly: "Just said just now, you are the one who wants to eliminate evil for the world."

"If he has all his martial arts, he can also eliminate evil." Xiao Haochen then said: "This is the way of heaven, and the way of the great way is the way. Why should he be so radical and deviate from the great way?"

"Your Chenwei Tianyi has grown a lot, and it can be seen that your Taoist technique has gone to the next level. I am far inferior to you in terms of Taoist technique." Murong Haoyue said lightly: "But you are not worthy of talking about the Taoist technique with me."

Xiao Haochen smiled suddenly and said, "Why?"

"When playing chess, black pieces are first, white pieces are the back, then black, and then white, using this cycle, this is the way of chess. And you just dropped a black piece, and then four white pieces fell in a row." Murong Haoyue put the invitation tightly in her hand into her arms.

Xiao Haochen was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Senior brother, are you still arguing with me over this matter? Or are you... angry because Miss Su's marriage?"

"No." Murong Haoyue's eyes were calm and she looked into the distance. After a long time, she murmured: "Maybe something happened to her, but she had to."

"Senior brother, I really admire you for being so optimistic!" Xiao Haochen shook his head and smiled, "Since that's the case, why don't we make a bet."

"Gambling?" Murong Haoyue hesitated for a moment.

It’s not that he was unexpected about his junior brother’s bet. On the contrary, they often made bets since they were young. However, his wooden mind sometimes could not keep up with his junior brother’s thinking, and was often put on by his junior brother. Therefore, he almost lost every bet, so every time his junior brother made a bet, he would hesitate for a moment.

"What are you betting on?" Murong Haoyue raised her eyes and asked Xiao Haochen.

"Is Miss Su really married, or is it necessary?" Xiao Haochen bowed and was about to say "I bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my bet on my own," he was quickly interrupted by Murong Haoyue: "I bet on my bet on my own."

Xiao Haochen looked at Murong Haoyue in disbelief and said, "Senior Brother, are you so sure?"

Murong Haoyue ignored his sarcasm: "What are you betting on?"

"If I bet right, you can honestly go back to Wudang Mountain with me; if you bet right, you can do whatever you want, and take your Miss Su to go wherever you want, how about?" Xiao Haochen smiled maliciously.

Surprisingly, Murong Haoyue was full of confidence and nodded heavily, then turned around and walked towards Jinling City.

Xiao Haochen looked at him behind him. The drizzle drizzle fell on his tattered Taoist robe, adding a little vicissitudes, like a traveler who left resolutely. But Xiao Haochen could not see clearly whether he, a traveler, was a passerby or a returnee.

"Senior brother, why don't you urge Liuyao's true energy to shelter from the rain?" Xiao Haochen looked at him and shouted loudly.

"Oh oh oh." Murong Haoyue reacted, but did not activate her true energy, but turned her head to Xiao Haochen and said, "By the way, and if I lose, you should invite me to drink."
Chapter completed!