Something is wrong with Jian Zun

99 The game of chess was suppressed, and the unwilling ghosts and the unrecovered demon king fell silent.

These are all chess formations that have been practiced in advance, and there is no need to spend energy on arranging them. Chu Zhaoliu covered it in one breath, clapped his hands lightly, noticed that Xie Ming looked slightly strange, and explained: "It's all me. It’s something I’ve been practicing with nothing to do all these years, it’s not a shoddy thing.”

He shook his fan unhurriedly, with a soothing smile, his eyes were like stars, and he looked romantic.

Xie Ming seemed to be stabbed by something suddenly, without any trace, he turned his eyes away, and said calmly, "I'm not worried about this."

Chu Zhaoliu strolled to his side in two or three steps, and urged: "Go, go, I can't hold back for too long, I'm in a hurry."

Xie Ming was slightly startled: "Where are you going?"

"Take you to someone."

The two of them can't eliminate the grievances here, and they can't save the wronged souls all over the place.

To deal with evil things, you have to find a professional.

Chu Zhaoliu stopped talking and deliberately put it off, but Xie Ming didn't follow along and only nodded slightly.

The words he said with a smile stuck in his throat, he could not go up or down, he stared at Xie Ming for a moment, then sighed quietly: "Sect Master Xie, talking to you is really boring."

Xie Ming lowered his eyes to look at him, his eyes were pale, transparent like glass, and the corners of his eyes were slightly hooked, clearly a pair of sentimental eyes, but his expression was calm: "Then dare to ask Elder Chu, how can you be considered strong?"

There is something vaguely familiar about this conversation.

Chu Zhaoliu became vigilant, and the fear of being dominated by Lianxiangxiyu came to his mind again, and he changed the subject decisively: "Tianqing Mountain held a meditation meeting, and Tan Yuan also went, go and find him."

Buddhist sect Tan Yuan is a long-renowned disciple of the Buddha, who had been famous for a long time before Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming were born.

It is said that Tan Yuan was born in the emperor's family in the world. When he was born, the golden light shone all over the sky. He was born with a Buddha bone and his fate was extremely good. He also had a high level of understanding. When he was young, he read Buddhist classics and had a compassionate and noble heart When he was a teenager, he cut off his ties to the world and entered Buddhism.

Since then, he has devoted himself to practicing on Mount Youtan, the Buddhist sect, rarely showing his face, and not asking about world affairs.

Most of the monks in the cultivation world have some respect for the Buddha.

Tan Yuan has been in seclusion for several hundred years, and her attendance at the Tianqing Mountain Talking Zen Conference this time has caused a lot of heated discussions in the Lingtong Domain.

Chu Zhaoliu's tone was very familiar. Xie Ming was already used to carrying a large pendant behind him. He stood up with his sword and asked, "Are you familiar with Tan Yuan?"

Chu Zhaoliu made a haha, and said vaguely: "It's okay, it's okay, I have friends all over the world, and all brothers in the world, I'm not as lonely as you."

Xie Ming closed his mouth expressionlessly, and did not ask further questions.

The evil aura was suppressed for the time being, and a lot of the ghostly aura was gone. After flying a certain distance, he could vaguely see the blue sky.

Chu Zhaoliu looked back, heaved a sigh of relief, and put his energy back on himself.

The formation consumes energy and spiritual power, and the spiritual power circulating in the spiritual vein is suddenly emptied, and because it is blocked, the recovery is slow, and the familiar burning and cramping pain spreads again.

Much more intense than last time.

His face was pale and pale, he swallowed and coughed, took out a bottle of medicine, didn't see how many pills he poured out, and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately and swallowed it.

Xie Ming seemed to have eyes in the back of his head: "Can you hold on?"

Chu Zhaoliu slowed down and teased him: "What if I can't hold on?"

The voice just fell, and a flower bloomed in front of my eyes.

Chu Zhaoliu was shocked to find that he had been moved.

Xie Ming pulled him in front of him, and pressed his two fingers on his shoulders. Wherever he was touched, a continuous stream of pure spiritual power was transmitted, moistening the burning spiritual veins like sweet springs, like curled and withered branches and leaves, Under the rain, it can be stretched out again.

It's cool and comfortable.

Chu Zhaoliu said "Hey" slowly.

Based on his knowledge of Xie Ming, it is very strange that Xie Ming can tolerate sharing a sword with him. After all, for most sword repairers, the sword is their wife.

Xie Ming likes the elder brother, and Na Minghong is barely his concubine.

But even if it is a young wife, how can anyone tolerate outsiders stepping on their own wife?Could it be that he is cuckolding himself?

Just let him step on it, and give him spiritual power?

Have you been taken away?

Chu Zhaoliu opened his mouth, and before he could say a bad word, the familiar voice of Teng Cong came from his ear, saying coldly, "Shut up."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Very good, I can predict what he is going to say, it seems that the core inside has not been changed.

It seems that the charm of the senior brother continues unabated, and I told Xie Ming to "take good care of the junior brother", and it worked like that.

After being interrupted from casting spells, Chu Zhaoliu lazily closed his mouth.

Spiritual power that comes in vain, don't let it go in vain.

But the mouth is idle, and the mind can't be idle.

Chu Zhaoliu had a heart for comparison, he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, secretly made a gesture, and realized that Xie Ming was half a head taller than him.

Outrageous!

Young Master Chu suddenly felt a dwarf, and subconsciously puffed up his chest, trying to shorten the innate gap.

It's straight, but it's still a bit short.

Chu Zhaoliu secretly gritted his teeth, pretended to be casual, and slowly stood on tiptoe.

Xie Ming: "..."

He looked at Chu Zhaoliu who was rising up little by little with complicated eyes, exhaled lightly, moved his two fingers, and forcefully pushed him down and beat him back to his original shape.

"Chu Zhaoliu," Xie Ming said indifferently, "Do you want to be thrown down?"

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, realized how childish his actions were just now, held his fan against his lips and let out a dry cough.

It's not the age of youth and vigor, why unconsciously...

Xie Ming lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

The ear tips of the person in front of him were red like clouds and blood.

Comparing with the swaying red earring, I don't know who is more red.

Rarely, Sect Master Xie, who was always as cold as ice, had a vague smile in his eyes, spread to the corner of his lips, and hooked it slightly.

When they arrived near Tianqing Mountain, it was already three days later.

The Tianqingshan Said Zen Meeting was proposed by the Taiyuan Sect located at the junction of Suyang, Songhe, and Jiangling. It was jointly organized with the Buddhist Sect and provided a forum and dojo.

Fortunately, the home court is in Taiyuanzong, not too far from here, otherwise it would take a long time to come and go.

Taiyuan Sect is one of the four major sects. Apart from those who came here for fame, there are also many who want to take advantage of this opportunity to try to get acquainted with some important person and take a chance.

But if you want to enter the dojo, you must have an invitation, or you must be strong enough, or have a strong background, so most of the people who came to see the excitement were stopped by Taiyuanzong's disciples outside the dojo, staring anxiously and sighing.

There is also a formation above the dojo to prevent people from breaking in.

This is Tai Yuanzong's territory, if he breaks through the formation directly, it will be a slap in the face and a real provocation.

Xie Mingao is not stupid, even though this formation is like paper in the eyes of both of them, it still fell through.

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a while, then suddenly moved closer to Xie Ming, and said in a small voice, "I think you need to change your face."

"..." Xie Ming's handsome brows furrowed, "Am I so shameless?"

Chu Zhaoliu almost laughed out loud: "If you think so, I can't help it."

After the end of the great war 100 years ago, Xie Ming lived in Lihai for a long time and rarely appeared. Now he has a high reputation and prestige. If he appeared in the Tianqing Mountain Dojo, he would surprise everyone and make a group of people who couldn't help but speculate all day long Doubt what happened.

The matter in the old capital of Xixue Kingdom will definitely not be concealed, and the news of the demon king's resurrection will be leaked out early - since the emergence of Lingtongyu, no one can stop people in the world from gossip.

Fortunately, the couple I met in the small city of Suyang kept their promises, and they didn't say anything to the Lingtong domain.

Thinking of this level, Xie Ming was slightly surprised.

Chu Zhaoliu always looked at ease, as if he didn't care about anything.

But from Yutou Mountain to the old capital of Xixue Country, and then to Tianqing Mountain, everything shows that under the careless skin, there is actually a careful heart.

He casually pinched Zhang Pingfan's face and raised his eyes: "Okay?"

Chu Zhaoliu closed his fan recklessly, like a dude molesting a woman from a good family, raised Xie Ming's jaw, looked left and right, and clicked his tongue: "Why don't you pinch something nicer."

Xie Ming stared at him quietly, his eyes were like gems immersed in water.

Chu Zhaoliu was inexplicably embarrassed by being stared at, and took back his fan resentfully: "Okay, let's go."

There were quite a few people waiting on the mountain, Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming walked over slowly, and heard many people discussing the meditation meeting on the road.

"I heard that the Buddha is already in the dojo. I thought that the Buddha would be like those great masters, sitting on the lotus seat, and the Buddha's light flew over the sky..."

"Pfft! What misunderstanding do you have about Buddha?"

"Which big people are here?"

"Several elders from Taiyuanzong came, and three patriarchs from the five families!"

"Mostly they came here for the sake of the Buddha. I heard that the natural Buddha bones are very beneficial for cultivation... Tsk tsk, the last time I saw so many big people was at the Sword Asking Conference."

"The Sword Asking Conference is held every 20 years. It will be held in Lihai this year. It will be hosted by the Lumen Sect. Maybe we can meet Sword Master himself."

"If I can see Sword Master from a distance, I will die without regret in this life."

"Promise! At least take a second look."

……

Chu Zhaoliu held back his smile, glanced at the calm Xie Ming, poked his arm, and teased, "Come on, let me take a second look."

Xie Ming gave him a cold look: "You also want to die without regret?"

Chu Zhaoliu almost wanted to laugh out loud, so he reviewed the conversation he had just heard in his heart, and walked towards the entrance of the ashram while enjoying himself.

Putting aside the messy information, at least it is certain that Tan Yuan came to Tianqing Mountain.

Said that the Zen meeting will start soon, and those who should enter the venue have already gone in. The two disciples of Taiyuanzong guarding outside the dojo were idly reading miscellaneous books, and glanced disdainfully at the nameless casual practitioners who were stopped outside.

My eyes suddenly went dark.

As soon as the two raised their heads, they couldn't help holding their breath, and a ray of surprise appeared in their eyes.

Just one look at the face in front of him can make people understand what is called "lively and fragrant".

Naturally, there are many beauties in the cultivation world, but those who look so... so harmful are very few.

The beauty's face was a little pale, but it didn't detract from her beauty at all. On the contrary, she added a bit of sickly beauty. She bent her lips and smiled at them, dazzled her eyes: "Excuse me, let us go in."

The disciple on the left gave a "oh" in a daze, and subconsciously raised the pass order.

The older disciple on the right reacted in time, pressed his hand and stared, and said politely: "I need an invitation card to enter the dojo, please show it to the two fellow Taoists."

Chu Zhaoliu blinked innocently, and confidently said, "We didn't."

The little disciple was winked so hard that he couldn't help tugging on his senior's sleeve: "Senior brother, you can go in without an invitation..."

Senior Brother Tai Yuanzong looked at him wordlessly, and asked cautiously: "Dare to ask about your friend's name?"

The two stood at the entrance, and Chu Zhaoliu was particularly eye-catching, attracting many people to watch, wondering where this beauty came from.

The beauty smiled and said, "Chu Zhaoliu."

Chu Zhaoliu...?

A female cultivator closest to the two of them repeated the name suspiciously, suddenly remembered something, and his face became strange.

It wasn't just her, everyone present showed a bit of playful expression, pity and ridicule gradually replaced the amazement in their eyes.

Even the young disciple of Taiyuanzong's expression changed.

What's the use of being good-looking?In the journey of cultivating immortals, one must look at talent and strength after all.

I can't form a pill in my life, and it's hard to make progress. In a few decades, I will be a beauty, not to mention...

Someone secretly glanced at Chu Zhaoliu's pale complexion, and shook his head.

It may not even survive for decades.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly cooled down, and Chu Zhaoliu remained motionless, as if he didn't notice those various gazes.

Xie Ming frowned slightly.

The little disciple of Taiyuanzong standing in front of them also reacted, and stammered: "Uh, so it's Senior Chu, does Senior want to enter the dojo, this, this..."

Chu Zhaoliu smiled, "Why, I can't get in?"

Senior Brother Tai Yuanzong's face completely faded, and he cupped his hands: "It's really unfortunate that the space in the dojo is limited and it's already full."

Seeing his attitude, Xie Ming frowned even deeper.

Chu Zhaoliu sent him a message with a smile and explained.

Taiyuanzong and Fuyuezong had long-standing grievances, with old and new enmities. If the disciples of both sides met each other while traveling, they would probably fight each other in the name of rivalry.

Coupled with his trash name, the disciple's reaction was expected.

Chu Zhaoliu was too lazy to argue with the younger generation: "Okay, I won't go in, you go in and call Tan Yuan for me, and tell him that I have something to ask him."

The surrounding gazes suddenly became even weirder, and a whisper sounded.

What is the status of a Buddha?

What is your status, Chu Zhaoliu?

Tangtang Buddha, is it you who want to move, and you can move?

Even the patriarchs of the aristocratic families and the lords of one faction may not be able to invite Buddha disciples. A waste who is huddled under the protection of the master's sect and depends on the elixir to hang his life, what a daydream!

The Taiyuan Sect disciple also had a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to laugh, but because of the sect's embarrassment, he said, "Well, Chu...Senior, do you want to ask Buddha to come out?"

The meaning of unfinished ridicule is very obvious.

Chu Zhaoliu smiled slightly: "Is there any question?"

Seeing his ignorant appearance, Tai Yuanzong's senior brother was speechless, and couldn't help but sneered: "We can't call you a Buddha. If you want to call him a Buddha, then call yourself."

After speaking, he folded his arms, looking like he was waiting for a good show.

Chu Zhaoliu nodded: "That's what you said."

Tai Yuanzong's senior was stunned, but before he could react, Chu Zhaoliu turned his head and shouted at the dojo: "Tan Yuan! Come out!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, lingering in the dojo, and lingered for a long time.

Everyone: "..."

The crowd was stunned.

Before they could regain their senses from Chu Zhaoliu's daring behavior, the next moment, a golden light flashed, and a handsome monk with vermilion brows appeared in front of Chu Zhaoliu. Seeing him, a smile appeared on his face: " Here you go, what are you rushing for?"