Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 299: Pirate Qin Jian!The founder of Xuanji Pavilion!Mr Kong!
"The chess game is more than halfway through, and the overall game has been decided. If you want to break the game, you have to know the choice."

With the winner of a lore match, Mr. Kong picked up the teacup on the table with a flick of his sleeve, looked at the little book boy in gray and continued.

"On the chessboard, there are not only white and black players, but also one big and one small chess players. Everything is not only about thinking for oneself, but also thinking about other people's thinking."

Suddenly awakened, the little book boy in gray looked at Mr. Kong, got up from the stool and bowed his hands in salute.

Thinking about it for a long time, I had no choice but to walk on my own path, but forgot the path of white chess.

Yes... In life, how many people can empathize?
If you can't think what other people think, even if you have the right time and place, then the harmony between people will be a change.

"Students are taught, thank you sir for your guidance." The little book boy in gray turned slightly disappointed.

"No matter how great the master is, if he hadn't met Huigen disciple, he would still be unable to use his abilities. If you want to thank you, thank you yesterday."

Mr. Handsome put down his teacup and gave a slight smile, then turned his head to look at the green bamboo forest with rustling bamboo leaves...

Fulai Inn!

The middle-aged man in the bamboo hat sat aside and stared at Ziming who was lying on the bed and had passed out.

After waiting for an hour, Ziming did not wake up, he frowned suspiciously, and the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat closed his eyes and pinched his fingers.

"Everything is safe and prosperous, and little auspiciousness is harmless. If you encounter empty death and come to the red mouth, it will be difficult for immortals and Buddhas to cross the mud bodhisattva!"

Even divination nine hexagrams!Hexagrams are inauspicious!Looking at Ziming on the bed in shock, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat felt fear in his heart!
"God! What kind of thing did you send to harm the poor! Could this little ancestor be the queen of the saint!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat got up and walked back and forth nervously.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, I have to find a way, such a poor way of cause and effect can't be carried back."

After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat picked up Ziming and left the inn with a whoosh.

On the roof of a small town house, a middle-aged man in a bamboo hat jumps and stops.

After searching for a while, I don't know what he is looking for.

"If Pindao remembers well, this... Luo Demon Cult is similar to that, the ancient demon ancestor Luohu is in the same line... That's all! The Neluo Demon Cult is not a good thing, or... explain the teaching?"

On the southwest side of the town, there is a Taoist temple, and people in the town will go there to burn incense and pray for blessings during festivals.

The person who contributed to build the Taoist temple was none other than Liu Sandao, who sells jade.

Not only the Taoist temple, but even the only private school in the town, Liu Sandao also donated a lot.

A great kind person like him, even if he is not the one with a full house of children and grandchildren, he must be the master of the blessing.

But the strange thing is that not only does this guy have no children, but his wife even stays out of the house all year round.

Everyone in the town had eaten his family's wedding candy, and even the people from the two neighboring villages did not leave their families.

Not to mention what the bride looks like, I never saw her on the day of the wedding.

This has lasted for eight years, although the mother-in-law and aunt failed to spread their branches and leaves, but Liu Sandao never thought of taking a concubine.

"Zhenshanguan, it's up to you." The middle-aged man in the bamboo hat nodded with satisfaction and put down Ziming on his shoulder.

I saw that just as he put Ziming on the ground of the Taoist temple, the statue of the Patriarch Chanjiao located in the hall of the Taoist temple shook violently!

After a while!A phantom flew out of the statue!

Shout out in the direction of the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat!
"You are a cowardly person! How dare you murder my teaching foundation! If you don't leave quickly, I will definitely kill you!"

Ordinary people can't really hear this loud voice, only the outsiders in the town can hear it clearly.

at the same time!The outsiders in the town raised their eyes to look at the location of Zhenshan Temple.

"Hey! Which unlucky bastard who doesn't know how to live or die, ran to Zhenshan to watch wild things?"

At the tea stall, a young man in plain clothes whispered to himself.

Mr. Kong, who was sitting in the bamboo grove, was also curious to hear the sound, ever since Dazhen Shanguan appeared in the world.

It was the first time he ran into the patriarch of Chanjiao, and he did not hesitate to use big means to come to the town.

"Heh... It seems that there are many more foreigners this year than before."

Mr. Kong smiled slightly, folded his arms behind his back, and looked at Zhenshan Temple.

In the corner of the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man in a bamboo hat patted his chest with lingering fear, his face full of bitterness.

"Hey, my God~! The general trend of Chanjiao can't bear this cause and effect. It seems that this little ancestor is really someone that poor people can't afford to provoke."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat picked up Ziming, his heart became more determined, and he sent this karma to others.

Breeze view!One of the three religions!Inherited to one of the three patriarchs!Taishang Laojun lineage!
"This Qingfengguan Incense Fire is much better than that Zhenshan Guanwang. It must be the master of profound luck! That's it!"

The middle-aged man in the bamboo hat looked left and right, seeing no one around, he placed Ziming next to the kylin statue in the Taoist temple.

Turn around and just go!I saw the Qilin stone statue suddenly shattered!The door plaque was broken into four pieces and fell to the ground!

See this scene!
The middle-aged man in the bamboo hat swallowed his saliva in fright, even one of the three goddamn religions can't stand it?
thump!
The legs of the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat gave way, his expression gradually weeping, he opened his mouth but was speechless.

After a moment of deliberation, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat cried out his grievances in a crying voice, as if his mother had died.

"Mother! What is your origin, little ancestor! The Zhenyun beast that has been passed down for thousands of years in Qingfeng Temple is broken! This karma is too perverted!"

The middle-aged man in the bamboo hat just finished speaking when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the Taoist temple.

"Where is the sacred! How dare you destroy my township beast! But there is no one to bully me!"

Outside the gate of the Taoist temple, a Taoist priest in purple robes, holding a dust whisk, was so angry that he blew his beard and stared!
"Master... Master, we... the door plaque of our house is also broken!"

The disciple in the blue Taoist robe held four broken door plaques and approached the old Taoist.

See this scene!The old man in purple robe took a deep breath, closed his eyes and counted with his fingers!
After a while, he opened his eyes, angrily swearing at the surroundings.

"A dignified outsider! How dare you do such a harmful thing! If you have the ability, go out of town and fight against the poor!"

Hearing the yelling and cursing of the old Taoist, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat closed his eyes in pain, exhaled and inhaled continuously, and muttered to himself.

"Impossible! Now it seems that we can only look for him! Brother Kong...don't blame brother, I am wicked. In fact, Tan is more willing to be wicked than to be dead!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat jumped and disappeared in Qingfeng Temple.

With the departure of the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat, the trembling Laojun statue in Qingfeng Temple stopped.

In the bamboo forest courtyard, the handsome gentleman sitting under the pavilion was frowning and restless.

What's wrong with it, I can't say it myself.

"Weird..."

"Brother Kong! I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still so suave and suave! You miss me so much! Hahaha!"

Outside the yard, a middle-aged man in a bamboo hat waved and shouted towards the pavilion with his right hand raised high and a smile on his face.

After hearing the reputation, Mr. Handsome was overjoyed to see it!Jump from the pavilion and fly to the gate of the courtyard.

"Jian Huazi! When did you come? But your master, an old man, asked you to come here to find your heart?"

Jian Huazi in Mr. Handsome's mouth, scratched his head and smiled, nodded along the way.

"As expected of the founder of Xuanji Pavilion! This matter is worth it, why? Don't you plan to welcome me for a few glasses of wine?"

(End of this chapter)