Chapter 93: The powerhouse
I saw Tong Meng's hands forming seals on his chest, and his spiritual power was drenched, and dozens of seals were instantly transformed. His beautiful and white palms were pushed forward slightly, and a beautiful and gorgeous talisman seal appeared suddenly, toward the sky. Print on top. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)
In an instant, the light and shadow changed, and the empty void instantly changed dramatically, revealing patches of dense towering ancient trees, a quiet path winding out, extending to the deepest part of the dense forest.
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The little hamster curled his lips with contempt. For this arrogant and arrogant mouse, Chu Chen was no stranger to it. He didn't speak at a glance, and walked towards the quiet path with Tongmeng.
The path was winding, paved with clean and tidy bluestone slabs, and about seven feet wide. It was worthy of two people walking side by side without seeing the edge at a glance. Chu Chen walked on the road for a long time, but saw towering ancient trees all around, each of which was surrounded by a dozen people, towering into the clouds. There are so many exotic flowers and grasses and bushes under the trees, it looks like a whole small world.
Due to the dense branches and leaves of the ancient trees in the sky, the whole path is extremely dark. Fortunately, there are many strange crystals floating in the sky, which constantly emit colorful lights to the surroundings. It is not that you can not see your fingers, but set off. The whole trail is dreamlike and beautiful.
"That old man is said to be Elder Huang's best friend. He was seriously injured before due to some accidents. He has been in a short period of time, so he has been living in seclusion in the dense forest of the back mountain and never going out." Tong Meng walked while walking. Said softly.
"Injured? What kind of injury did he say?"
When Chu Chen heard this, he frowned slightly. Based on his instinct, he felt that the old man had gone wrong while practicing, and showed signs of confusion. But that was just a painting after all, if he suffered internal injuries, then Chu Chen would have no choice.
"No, he hasn't said it, nor has Elder Huang said it." Tong Meng shook his head.
"Then let's take a look first." There is no way to guess, Chu Chen shook his head.
Chu Chen said in his heart, this mysterious "back mountain" might be a powerful person at the level of the master, so he can move in. Who is this old man?
After a full half an hour, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the towering old trees disappeared. I saw a patch of green grass, and several small wooden houses were scattered.
Not far away is a huge waterfall, and the roads fall down into the deep pool below, like a nine-day Milky Way, as clear and crystal clear.
Next to the faint deep pool, there is a pavilion. 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 closed his eyes slightly and seemed to be caught in a deep level of concentration, and he remained motionless for a long time.
"Grandpa Liu, here I am."
When he walked to the pavilion, Tong Meng called out softly, "I have finished the painting you ordered."
Hearing Tong Meng's words, the sitting old man moved his eyebrows and opened his eyes slightly. A bright ray of light passed through the muddy eyes.
So strong!
Chu Chen's eyelids twitched fiercely. Since coming here, Chu Chen has subconsciously opened up his spiritual sense to see what happened to the old man. When the gleam of light passed by, Chu Chen only felt that there seemed to be a huge and incomparable land lurking in front of him. The behemoth, that horrible spiritual force as mighty as a prison and vast as a sea of smoke is extremely clear.
This old man was the strongest person Chu Chen had encountered except for the corpses of the ancient gods and demons in the ancient fairy mountains.
Even if he was seriously injured, even if his breath was sluggish, the old man still gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, as if an ant looking up at the dragon, he was a horrible figure who could make him completely crushed by just raising his hand and stomping his feet. .
Once again, he used his spiritual sense to sense it, and Chu Chen's heart moved slightly. He felt right at the beginning, this old man is indeed in a delusion.
Chu Chen, who had opened up his spiritual consciousness, could clearly feel that the old man's meridians were like the rushing divine river, with several obvious bifurcations. That branch is an unusable waste vein hidden in the human body. It wasn't that the old man Zhidào had practiced any exercises that actually caused his spiritual power to reach that place. Whenever spiritual power flows through, it makes those branches a little wider.
According to this situation, if that waste channel is widened to a certain extent, I am afraid it will become more and more serious, and even in the end, Kěnéng's meridians will be dislocated, spiritual power will flow back, and the body will burst and die!
"It's you, little girl."
The old man looked at Tong Meng, smiled and nodded, "I am an immortal, but I am causing you trouble."
"What is Grandpa Liu's words? I painted this. Please see if there is anything wrong." Tong Meng walked to the old man and handed it over respectfully.
The old man took the picture scroll, shook his hands, spread it out, and suddenly, an old man with a clear face suddenly appeared on the paper. Obviously, this painting has been carefully modified, and every hair and every wrinkle is extremely clear and obvious. At first glance, it really seems to be alive and sticking up.
"Well, painted Bùcuò." The old man smiled and nodded, a trace of satisfaction appeared on his face. I have to say that Tong Meng's painting skills are truly extraordinary and breathtaking.
"Grandpa is absurd." Tong Meng smiled sweetly, unconsciously holding the snow-white little hamster in his hand and gently stroking it. It’s strange to say that this little hamster is arrogant and arrogant. At this time, in front of the old man, he dared not say a word, letting Tong Meng's little hand knead it, as if he really regarded himself as A mouse that can't speak.
This bullying and hard-working goods must have felt the powerful threat from the peerless powerhouse and began to pretend to be ordinary things.
Chu Chen curled his mouth, glanced at the stone table, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he walked to the other side of the old man subconsciously, and looked at the endgame carefully.
"Well, the painting is so good, what should I give you in return." The old man gently stroked his beard, obviously very satisfied with the painting, frowned slightly for a moment, and saw Chu Chen staring attentively. At the endgame at the table, he couldn't help but smile, "Why, the little brother also dabbled in the art of chess?"
"Understand the fur. Let the old man laugh." Chu Chen smiled slightly, before the old man could speak, she sat down opposite the old man~www.wuxiaspot.com~ respectfully arched his hands, "Be brave, want to face the old man Ask for advice on chess skills, I wonder if the old man agrees?"
"Hehe, you don't think I am an old man boring, come to play chess with me, naturally it is very desirable." The old man froze for a while, then smiled slightly. With his hands lightly moved, he just wanted to erase the residual chess on the table and re-layout it, but saw Chu Chen wave his hand slightly, "The old gentleman doesn't have to trouble, how about we continue this endgame?"
"Oh? It's good to dare to love." The old man was slightly surprised when he heard this. Unexpectedly, Chu Chen was so young and had such a profound knowledge of chess. The endgame of Zhidào himself was more than just a piece of residual chess. The process of playing chess was filled with his own spiritual will and contained his 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 good understanding of chess, I am afraid that you can't understand it.
Immediately, he sat across from Chu Chen, and the two of them clung to each other, and started to get up in a decent way.
Tong Meng next to her felt a little tight. Looking at Chu Chen, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. To Zhu Chen, after entering Biquan Immortal Sect, Chu Chen ran outside every day for three years, so there was no time to delve into the game. I have never heard him say that he can play chess. If you rush to play chess with the elderly, if you lose too badly, won't you be hit? He has just condensed the first drop of spiritual water, so don't make anything wrong.
