Su Yiwen Lingzhao

On an unremarkable hill.

Two people sat on the floor.

A man with a black cloth covering his eyes, looks like a teenager, dressed in black.

A scrawny old man with a wrinkled face, a wine-trunk nose, and a greasy robe.

"In this game, the outcome is never within the chess game. The Xi clan of the ancient clan is a chess piece, and the people from the Sanqing Dao court, Xun Hong, are not chess pieces?"

The old man was cooking tea, and the aroma of tea was overflowing on the small stove.

"Wrong." The boy with a black cloth covering his eyes said, "In my opinion, if you want to win or lose this big chess game, you have to enter the chess game. If you don't disturb this muddy water, you will not be able to. Clearly distinguish who is playing chess and who will be reduced to chess

son. "

With that said, the young man picked up a teacup, drank it all at once, and said, "At this moment, in the darkness outside the Mingkong Mountain, I don't know how many old guys like you and me are hidden."

"Some of them are in the same camp as the Sanqing Taoist Court."

"Some are here to **** reincarnation."

"Some come from forbidden places in time and space that do not belong to this era, and each has his own mind."

"Some want to see if they can take advantage of this storm and reap the benefits."

"These people are hiding in the dark, so that you have no way of knowing whether they are human beings, ghosts, gods or demons, and what kind of thoughts they have."

"For them, this big game would be too boring without some changes."

"After all, slaughtering the ancient Xi clan is easy for the Sanqing Taoist court, and there is nothing to pay attention to."

Putting down the teacup in his hand, the black-clothed boy said, "But as long as there are variables, these guys who are hiding in the dark will stand up one by one. When they start to intervene in this chess game, they will be no different from chess pieces."

After listening to the old man, he just smiled, "Then who do you think is qualified to be a player in this big game of chess?"

The black-clothed youth pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This big game of chess will have many forces competing, and no one force can completely control it."

"It is true that this chess game was set up by the Sanqing Taoist Court, but it is impossible for them to decide the steps to play chess and the variables that occur during the game!"

The old man smiled and said, "But in my opinion, there are only two players. One is Su Yi, and the other is the one who fights against Su Yi."

"No matter what kind of thoughts you came here, or whether you are in the same camp with Sanqing Dao Court, as long as you are hostile to Su Yi in this chess game at this time today, you can be divided into the hostile camp!"

The black-clothed boy thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's quite simple and clear, but... there are too many variables, so you can't help thinking about it."

The old man also sighed and said with emotion: "Indeed, we are sitting outside this chess game at the moment, and we still can't see what kind of variables will happen in today's big game, let alone those who are in the game."

The young man suddenly said: "How about you and I take this opportunity to bet against each other?"

"How to bet?"

The old man picked up the teapot and poured a cup for the young man. The tea was fragrant and calm.

"You can bet on winning or losing."

The boy said, "If Su Yi wins in today's game of chess, I won't end up interfering again."

"If Su Yi loses, you must not intervene."

With that, he picked up the teacup and said, "That's fair, isn't it?"

After listening to the old man, he asked with a smile: "If Su Yi wins today and kills this place with blood, are you sure you won't shoot?"

The young man was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "This is the price. No matter who wins or loses, they have to bear it, and I... can still bear it."

The old man sighed: "Is it really good to use people as chess, regardless of their life and death?"

The young man said lightly: "If you have a good heart, you can persuade Su Yi to hand over the reincarnation and the fire of the era. Today's murder can be resolved without hurting one's life."

The old man was silent for a while, took a sip of tea, and said, "It's okay, the old man will not live for many years, and I don't mind at this moment, betting with fellow Daoists."

Just as the boy was about to say something, he noticed that a silver-robed youth who called himself Ai Kun appeared in front of Mingkong Mountain.

"Ai Kun?"

The young man was puzzled, "Isn't he your apprentice?"

"fake."

The corners of the old man's lips twitched imperceptibly, "His real name is Si Ming, and his temperament has always been stubborn and uninhibited, but what is rare is that he has a pure and perfect filial piety."

"Si Ming? Si Zhe, the meaning of control, the fate, the indescribable luck. You gave him this name, so you are not afraid that he will be punished by God?"

Juvenile Road.

The old man smiled, "I don't dare to be greedy, as long as I can control his own destiny, that's enough."

"You should know that even the fate of your generation and mine cannot be completely controlled by yourself."

The young man said, "Like this time, your apprentice was the first to jump out. Once Su Yi is defeated, the true disciple of your lineage will surely die."

The old man said: "Being a person and doing things, you must dare to be the first in the world. The first one to stand up is the key to breaking the game. It is true that doing this is very dangerous, but what if you win?"

The young man thought for a moment, then raised his head sharply, those eyes were clearly hidden in the black cloth, but they "looked" at the old man sitting opposite.

"I understand, you don't have many years to live, and you want to find a unique blessing for your disciple, so that when he touches the threshold of the long river of fate in the future, he can truly dominate his own destiny!"

The young man sighed, "The beloved son of his parents has far-reaching plans. You, a master, can have this kind of intention, no less than his parents!"

The old man drank a cup of tea and said, "Daoist friend praised me wrongly, the game has just begun, and it's too early to say anything now."

The boy nodded and said, "That's exactly what I want to say."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip.

…

In front of Mingkong Mountain.

After Ai Kun's self-proclaimed Si Ming appeared, it attracted the attention of the audience.

Especially when he heard that he was going to give Su Yi a big gift, many eyes changed slightly.

Is this the helper Su Yi invited?

Xi Ning couldn't help but said, "Daoist friend Su invited your Excellency here?"

Si Ming smiled and shook his head: "I came by myself, and I have never asked Su Yi to agree."

After a pause, he said, "In today's game, your ancient Xi clan is just a chess piece being used by others. From now on, I will be the chess piece, you just need to watch."

Si Ming turned around, glanced at Xun Hong and the others in the distance, suddenly laughed, and said:

"It's the same with you. You seem to be majestic, but in fact they are all chess pieces, a knife in the hands of those old guys who are hiding in the dark!"

There was a commotion in the field.

Si Ming's remarks undoubtedly mean that in today's storm, there are many more terrifying beings hidden in the dark! staring at it all!

"This seat asks again, who are you, and who asked you to come?"

God Lord Xun Hong spoke, and God intimidated people.

He noticed that the silver-robed man who called himself Ai Kun was not simple, so he forcibly restrained the murderous intention in his heart and did not act immediately.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Si Ming said with a smile, "The important thing is that from the moment I stand, you will never want to touch another finger of the ancient Xi clan."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

All the elders of the Xi clan, whose hearts were dead as if they were like lambs to be slaughtered, couldn't help but look up at Si Ming.

Who is this guy so holy, is he really not afraid of death?

"Oh, yes, I want to see how capable you are to say such outrageous words."

God Lord Xun Hong laughed with a dignified expression on his face.

"In the past, I have done some trivial things, please wait and see now."

Si Ming raised his hand and grabbed it, and a brocade-clothed man emerged, with a slender figure, messy long hair, and pale face.

The brocade-clothed man closed his eyes tightly and was obviously unconscious.

When he saw this person, a bald old man in the camp of the Lord Xun Hong was suddenly shocked and said, "Damn it! How can the eldest son under my knee be in your hands?"

The audience was sensational.

The bald old man came from a top giant in Lingxiao Divine Continent, and he himself was a **** of three refinements.

But now, his eldest son was captured alive!

Si Ming said with a smile: "Not only the eldest son who is the most important to you, but your daughter-in-law, grandson, granddaughter, great-grandson, great-granddaughter..."

"Well, I think about it, there are about one hundred and thirty-nine people who are related to you by blood, and now they are all arranged by me to have a reunion dinner in a good place."

"Don't worry, they are alive and well, and they are very happy, because it was me who gave them the opportunity to sit and eat together."

Si Ming said, raised his hand and threw the man in the brocade over, "If you don't believe me, you can ask your son."

The bald old man's cheeks were blue, and his anger was unbearable, "Too much bullying, you—"

Si Ming raised his finger to his mouth, "Shh! Don't threaten me, threats are useless, but think about the situation of your relatives."

The bald old man was furious and angry, but he didn't dare to say anything in the end.

"This is your confidence? It's so despicable! It's no different from a demon heresy!"

Xun Hong said coldly, "Also, I can tell you directly that this filthy method is useless in front of me!"

Si Ming smiled and said: "Don't worry, don't talk too much, what if... you need to kneel and beg me later?"

God Lord Xun Hong's eyelids jumped, and his expression changed.

Beside him, the tall and strong Zhan Tu shouted angrily: "What tricks do you have, just show them all, and see if I will bow to you!"

"Okay, this is what you said, I like a happy person like you!"

Saying that, Si Ming turned his palm, and a blood-stained cyan jade pendant appeared.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

Si Ming asked with a smile.

"This...this...how did it fall into your hands!?"

If Zhan Tu was struck by lightning, the anger on his face solidified, his eyes widened, and the burly figure seemed to be stiff there.

When everyone saw this, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Yuzai Yuzai asked, "Then do you mind that I tell the secrets related to this jade pendant in front of everyone?"

Zhan Tu sternly said: "How dare you—!" His face flushed, his face twisted terribly, and he suddenly became very rude, as if someone had caught the key!

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