Lanke Chess Edge

The next morning, the Zuo and Yan family's children all woke up, but Zuo Wuji, who always got up early, was still asleep.

"Sleep well."

"Are there any powerful heroes competing today?" "There should be, isn't there a few days for heroes?"

"I heard that the newly returned Hero Yan will show his skills!" "Ah, then you must go and see!"

"What do you have for breakfast?" "I don't know, Wuji should have seen it long ago, and will come and tell us."

These children were dressed neatly while chatting, and then one of them found that the quilt where Zuo Wuji was sleeping was bulging. He reached out and pressed it and opened it to see that Zuo Wuji was still asleep.

"Hey, is Wuji still sleeping?" "Oh really!"

"No, he never sleeps in bed!"

"Are you sick?"

A child reached out and touched Zuo Wuji's forehead and found that he had no fever, so he reached out and pushed him.

"Wuji, Wuji, it's dawn, it's time to get up!"

Zuo Wuji reluctantly opened his eyes, his eyes slack.

"Ah ho... I'm so sleepy, I'm so tired... I had a dream last night."

Zuo Wuji is a little fuzzy at the moment about the memory of last night's dream. He just knows that he is very tired and tired, just like working on farm work for several days without rest, but this kind of tiredness is only mentally.

At this moment, in the living room of the courtyard where the Zuo family lived temporarily, the elderly Zuo Youtian stared blankly at Yan Fei, Lu Chengfeng, Wang Ke and Du Heng who were visiting together. Zuo Youtian wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"A few, you, what you just said is true?"

Wang Kedang took the first step and laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha, can we still lie to you? As long as you and the child don't refuse, this matter can be settled like this. We also have some status in the arena, and Wang is even a member of the public family. As for making fun of it."

"Well, it's not that the old man doesn't believe in the heroes, it's just that his grandson He De He Neng has such a fortune..."

Many thoughts flashed through Zuo Youtian's mind. Originally, he wondered if they might come for "Zuo Li Jiandian", but after thinking about it, the book has already been handed over, and the reading qualifications have to wait for the Heroes' Meeting. An innate master has judged, what else can you picture the Zuo family?

Having said that, Zuo Wuji is indeed talented, but isn't this talent so good that the four of them come together to accept apprentices?

'No matter what, let's say it first, my Zuo family can't afford to offend these four! ’

"Wuji can have this blessing, the old man and others will first thank a few heroes!" "Yes, thank you a few heroes!"

The Zuo and Yan family members in the hall hurriedly said their thanks.

"Ha, good seedlings are rare. I'll wait for mutual benefit in this matter. There's no need to be so polite. Let's go and see that kid. I guess he hasn't gotten up yet this time."

"Yes, right next door, everyone come with me!"

Anyway, at least on the surface, this is a great deed, and it is worth being happy. Zuo Youtian led the four of them to the house where the children slept.

Because of Ji Yuan's warning, Zuo Wuji didn't tell his family that he had seen Ji Yuan. He was mentally prepared for the four heroes who might accept him as a disciple, but he didn't expect that the four heroes would meet each other early the next morning. When he got up, sitting on the bed, when he saw Yan Fei and others appear, he was still a little confused.

This apprenticeship is very informal, there is no etiquette for apprenticeship, and there is no publicity at all. Except for the two parties involved, no one in the outside world knows about it.

……

When Yan Fei and others saw Zuo Wuji, Ji Yuan had already left the county town. His pace was not fast, he was walking in a wandering attitude. When the sun was about three poles, Ji Yuan turned his head and looked at the small paper crane. He chased after him with his wings, and then landed on Ji Yuan's shoulder.

Ji Yuan glanced down at Little Zhihe, and then quickened her pace and left as quickly as she shrank.

On the way, Ji Yuan's thoughts also gradually extended. It is certainly happy to see new hope in martial arts, but it can only be a part of the chess game at most. Looking at the world, what impact can it have at present.

In fact, Jiyuan is very concerned about the matter of the two-sided star flags. The Taoist priest of Yunshan Temple and Zou Yuanxian's master and apprentice have passed down the tradition and met with his Jiyuan, which makes Jiyuan feel more inevitability than chance.

But what makes Jiyuan uncomfortable is that these two Taoists have not provided much valuable information except for the fact that Xingfan is still retained. Of course, it is also possible that Xingfan itself is the most important information, which in itself gives Ji. Fate adds a new burden.

Originally thought that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth originated from heaven and earth itself, but now it seems that this point may not be wrong, but the concept of "heaven and earth" is not as simple as he originally imagined.

"It's really going to die!"

Ji Yuan was entangled in his thoughts, and couldn't help but muttered a foul language from his hometown in his previous life in a low voice, and then he rose from the ground and flew to the Tongtian River in the distance.

That evening, when Ji Yuan flew to the Tongtian River, he frowned in the air. He could feel that the old dragon was not in the river, not even the dragon son and the dragon girl. Ji Yuan rarely wanted to find the old dragon drunk. Fang Xiu, the result is that there are no dragons in the sky.

In the past, others had always looked for him for fate, but now he was a little disappointed when he couldn't find anyone.

I have traveled all the way, but I can't see the old dragon. For things like drinking, if you want to drink well, you must at least have a suitable drinking buddy. Even if you go to Master Yin, you will only drink a few glasses Just get down.

"Hey……"

With a sigh, Ji Yuan also had no plans to return to the city of Gyeonggi Prefecture. She flicked her sleeves and rode the wind and clouds away.

Ji Yuan was lying on the head of the cloud, with a thousand buckets in his left hand, the spout of the wine jug volleyed into the air and poured wine into his mouth. With this rare lazy attitude, he flew slowly for a long time and a night, and he only returned in the afternoon of the next day. Ning'an County.

At this moment, outside Ju'an's small pavilion, a black-bearded old man with a small crown and jade hairpin and a lavender robe suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the southwest direction.

Yuntou's Ji Yuan also discovered the visitor outside his house. When the clouds slowly fell below him, a pair of Cang eyes were also sizing up the visitor carefully, watching the other party respectfully saluting in the direction of the clouds.

After a while, Ji Yuan entered the courtyard, and the people outside did not rush in, waiting for Ji Yuan to open the door from the inside.

After the door of the small pavilion opened, the old man outside faced the fate behind the door and saluted again.

"In Xia Songlun, I met Mr. Ji!"

Song Lun?

Ji Yuan thought about it for a while, and then his mind settled.

"It turned out to be fellow Daoist Song, come in and sit."

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!"

Ji Yuan invited Song Lun to the hospital, and then closed the courtyard door again.

When I walked into the small pavilion, in Songlun's sight, there were still copper locks hanging on some doors of the small pavilion. It seemed that Ji Yuan did not intend to open it immediately. The jujube tree in the courtyard also seemed very special. , In addition to gathering the spiritual wind, there is a faint aura reverberating between the branches and leaves.

At the stone table, Ji Yuan waved his sleeves, and a teapot and tea cup appeared on the table. Ji Yuan poured a cup of tea for Songlun himself.

"Please use tea."

"Thank you, Mr. Ji!"

Song Lun didn't sit down either, he took a big sip of tea, and then straight to the point.

"Mr. Ji, Mr. Song took the liberty of visiting because he wanted to invite Mr. Wuliangshan again. At the moment of the Xianyou Conference, Mr. Song once left a message with the Taoist friend of Yuhuai Mountain. I brought it here, seeing that Mr. Song was late to come, Song Mou had the idea of ​​coming to invite him again."

"Oh, it's true that Ji has been delayed by something, but it's also hard to find the Boundless Mountain, and there's no way to go there..."

Ji Yuan couldn't help laughing. It wasn't that he didn't want to go to Wuliang Mountain, but Song Lunliu's words were indeed brought to him, but the name of Wuliang Mountain was only known to people in Yuhuai Mountain, and Ji Yuan had asked the headmaster of Jiufeng Mountain. However, he found that Songlun came to the Xianyou Conference as a Sanxian who entered the hall with his cultivation base, and did not mention the martial art of Wuliangshan at all.

There is no way for this Jiyuan, and it is even more impossible to calculate where Wuliang Mountain is, so naturally there is no way to go to Wuliang Mountain~www.NovelMTL.com~ Seeing the smile on Jiyuan's face, Songlun's face shows an embarrassing look, This Mr. Ji is obviously making fun of him, or even making fun of Wuliangshan, saying that they are doing a mystery. As for whether it is really unknown, Songlun thinks it is unlikely, but he understands what is going on in his heart, and he does not dare to refute it. This one in front of me.

"Uh, huh, it was Mr. Song who didn't think carefully. Fortunately, it was only delayed for a few years. It's not too late to ask Mr. Ji now. I hope Mr. Haihan!"

Reach out to the side.

"Fellow Daoist Song, please take a seat and drink tea first."

"Yes!"

After Songlun sat down, Ji Yuan followed the thoughts in his heart and said some things from before. Song Lun listened calmly at first, but he couldn't sit still at the back, so he stood up.

"What? "Dream in the Clouds" is now in the hands of a corpse demon?"

"That's right, that corpse monster called himself Corpse Nine. He was hiding somewhere in Lin country a while ago, and he was very good at hiding."

"Zi Jiu!?"

Ji Yuan looked at Songlun and saw that he was originally angry. After hearing the name "Zi Jiu", his expression shook slightly, but it was not so intense.

"What does Daoist friend Song know?"

Songlun looked a little serious and nodded to Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Ji, I think we should go to Wuliangshan as soon as possible. It is inconvenient for the tutor to leave there. He has been waiting for Mr. for a long time!"

Seeing that Song Lun spoke solemnly, Ji Yuan frowned and did not delay, he nodded and stood up as well, and took away the tea set on the table with a wave of his sleeves.

"Alright then, let's go. Fellow Daoist Song can lead the way."