Grasping Evil

Life is a grand encounter.

Ning Fan never thought that he would meet a woman named Bai Ling during the trial of the Saint Son.

On Bai Ling's body, Ning Fan saw the shadow of Mu Weiliang, so she was extremely concerned about this woman.

What made him also concerned was the monk named Wu Laoliu among the disciples of Jin Biaozong.

On Wu Laoliu's body, Ning Fan saw Wu Chen's shadow. In an instant, Ning Fan's thoughts flew back to the east, back to the rain world, back to the moment when he first met Wu Chen.

[Lao Tzu Wu Chen, Wu who knows no law, the dust of murdering the city]

"Bai Ling, Qing Ling..."

"Wu Laoliu, Wu Chen..."

"I thought that in the trial of the Saint Son, everything I saw was nothing...but perhaps, the world of trials constructed by the demon stele is far more than that simple."

The green light in Ning Fan's eyes flickered, and his gaze sometimes fell on Bai Ling, sometimes on Wu Laoliu, and sometimes between the heaven and the earth of the Saint Son's trial.

The blue light of his method did not deliberately conceal it, and the disciples of Jin Biaozong were in awe.

"It turned out to be a celestial blue man! This senior is actually a celestial monk!"

"This person actually has the qualifications of more than a million people!"

"Really awesome!"

"What! This senior is actually still a disciple of the Holy Sect? Born in the Holy Sect Hunkun?"

"Remarkable! This person must be a Tianjiao figure among his peers!"

"Could it be that he is one of the nine sons of this generation?"

"Huh? This senior is called Zhang Dao? I haven't heard of this name..."

…

For Ning Fan, killing all the assassins of the Big Dipper Immortal Territory was just a whim.

But for everyone in the Golden Dart Sect, this move is undoubtedly a life-saving grace.

In order to repay this kindness, the people of Jin Biaozong decided to put on a banquet and treat Ning Fan with great hospitality.

Since then, everyone will not hesitate to take out the wine that has been cherished for many years.

It is worth mentioning that the practice practiced by the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect is called the Divine Sword and Liquor Jue, which was created by the Golden Dart Sage. When practicing this technique, it is not only necessary to practice knives hard, but also to drink a lot of alcohol.

Therefore, every disciple of the Golden Dart Sect will carry a large amount of spirit wine with him in case of emergency.

When everyone took out all the wine in the storage bag, thousands of wine jars were immediately added to the dart boat. The altar is full of immortal wine with compelling spirit, and the wine is full of fragrance.

Then, the people of Jin Biaozong invited Ning Fan to a banquet, but Ning Fan did not refuse: First, he did not want to save the face of Wu Laoliu and others; on the other hand, he also wanted to take this opportunity to have a better relationship with Bai Ling and Wu Laoliu. More contact.

This banquet will last for seven days.

On the first day, the disciples of the Jin Biaozong took turns to toast Ning Fan, and the relationship between them was still unfamiliar.

On the second day, everyone began to get acquainted with each other, and the atmosphere gradually heated up, and the toast that had been agreed was gradually turned into a fight.

On the third day, one after another disciples of the Golden Dart Sect was drunk by Ning Fan and fell on the ground.

Fourth day, fifth day, sixth day...

On the seventh day, all the disciples of Jin Biaozong had fallen to the ground except for Wu Laoliu.

It is also interesting to say that Wu Laoliu is obviously the one with the lowest cultivation level among the disciples of the golden darts, but he has the best drinking capacity, and he can still support it hard until this time.

However, Wu Laoliu was holding the wine table with one hand, supporting his swaying body, and pointing at Ning Fan with the other, his mouth mumbled and he wanted to say something, but his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Brother Wu, you are drunk." Ning Fan laughed. Unlike Wu Laoliu, Ning Fan was still not drunk at this time, and his drinking capacity was already close to Dao.

"No, I'm not, I'm not drunk. I recognize you, you are not called Zhang Dao, you are...you are the one I saw in my dream...that who...I forgot..." Wu Laoliu said dizzy.

"Oh? Brother Wu actually saw me in a dream? This is very interesting, but I don't know what is outside the dream and what is inside the dream. Who is outside the dream, who is in the dream." Ning Fan smiled.

"No, I'm not... drunk... don't want to... make fun of..." Wu Laoliu, who was drunk, was not listening to Ning Fan at all.

Seeing this, Ning Fan had no choice but to laugh, picking up the wine glass, slowly entering his throat, and said no more.

"Lao Tzu... Wu Liu... Wu who knows no king... Wu is not drunk with a thousand cups..."

Wu Laoliu still said drunken words of unknown meaning.

Fingers come and go, I don’t know whether to sign a six or a thousand.

Suddenly the drunk eyes woke up a little, so he slapped, slapped the wine table, raised his finger to the sky and became angry, "Boom...Red dust...and...what's more...so fear! I want...six roots...six dusts...all stained...I I want to..."

Without waiting for the words to finish, there was a sudden thump.

Wu Laoliu was already drunk on the wine table, snoring loudly.

[Event eleven: Defeated 49 disciples of the Jinbiaozong Outer Sect by fighting wine. Earn points, five stars. Current score, thirty-two stars. Additional rewards, the twelve chapters of the Outer Sect of "Sacred Sword and Spirits Art". 】

"This kind of thing can actually trigger an event, and also get five-star points and extra rewards?" Ning Fan was speechless.

So, what exactly do you want to test in this Trial of the Son? Fighting with someone...

You know, he crossed the Cang Beast Sea through several hardships and defeated the Cang Beast clan, and only got 10 points; he killed 108 Big Dipper killers and only got five points; but this time, he only drank a little wine. Easily scored five points...

The sense of drop is very strong.

"Perhaps in the eyes of Immortal Emperor Ziwei, drinking is also an extremely important ability?" The Ant Master guessed.

"Sure enough, the Trial of the Saint Child pays more attention to the comprehensive qualities of the Saint Child of Crape Myrtle, and the strength of combat is not the focus..." Duo Wen analyzed.

"Or, the point of getting points is not to fight for wine, but to defeated?" The ant owner continued his analysis.

"Speaking of it, before the immortal Emperor Ziwei became successful, it seemed that there was some cause and effect with the Saint Jinbiao..." Duo Wen began to recall.

"Heh, so, as long as you deal with people who are not pleasing to the Ziwei Immortal Emperor, you can easily get a lot of points? This trial is really interesting..." The Ant Lord sneered.

"It doesn't matter, who knows what the immortal crape myrtle is thinking. Compared to this, I am more interested in this "Divine Sword and Spirits Art"..." Ning Fan looked at the extra scroll in his hand.

The content of the paper scroll is the Jinzong technique "Sacred Sword and Spirit of Liquor".

This is a saint technique, but unfortunately, what Ning Fan got is only twelve pieces of the outer door. The content is not advanced, the highest is only to the level of the fairy king.

Rao is so, after reading this exercise, Ning Fan is also quite rewarding.

First of all, he gained some insights into the technique of swords--unfortunately, Ning Fan's accustomed Taoist soldiers are not swords. This kind of insight is better than nothing.

Later, Ning Fan had a deeper understanding of drinking. The golden dart saint seems to be a person who is proficient in wine, and his understanding of one word of wine, even if there are only a few words, made Ning Fan feel very rewarded.

Vaguely, the degree of his alcohol volume is close to Dao has further deepened.

…

It is night, against the dust sea, moonlight is like water.

Under the moonlight, two ships were driving side by side, heading towards the North Pole Daoguo Conference: one was an ancient bronze ship of the Shiren tribe; the other was a dart ship of the Jinbiaozong.

In the real reincarnation, the two ships that did not intersect, because of Ning Fan's intervention, met in a strange world.

No one knows the significance of this meeting.

Bai Ling didn't know either.

On the dart boat, in the guest room, Bai Ling sat in front of the window as usual, facing the chessboard, playing quietly.

For a chess player, day after day boring score play is an indispensable practice.

There is no light in the room, and there is no need to light it. For a blind girl, the lights are meaningless.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice, softly shining into Bai Ling's clear eyes, but she didn't know anything about it.

She was too focused and didn't notice it. At this moment, she was looking at her from the window.

Outside the window, Ning Fan silently looked at Bai Ling without interruption.

…

When Wu Laoliu was also poured, the banquet finally came to an end.

There is no more noise from the banquet, only the snoring noises one after another, which is particularly harsh.

"The content of this magic sword spirit is very interesting, it is a good book worth reading..." After reading the twelve chapters of the outer door, Ning Fan casually put the leather roll in his storage bag and gave a casual comment.

"Speaking of, are these golden dart disciples really professional escorts? Obviously there are people on the ship to protect. These people are all drunk and fell asleep, so they are not afraid of the Beidou killer I met a few days ago. Is it coming again... Maybe the golden dart saint loves to drink more than the dart training knife." His eyes swept across the drunk man, and Ning Fan was a little suspicious of the professionalism of the golden dart sect.

"Fine, at least I am not drunk. I am here, so I am not afraid of the assassin. Or, before the banquet, these golden dart disciples have already considered everything at this moment, and I am convinced that I am not drunk. Something will happen..."

Ning Fan did not leave the dart boat.

He stayed on the dart boat temporarily, walked aimlessly, and unconsciously walked outside Bai Ling's room.

Across the door, you can hear the sound of falling pieces frequently in the room. The sound of the chess pieces is clear and pleasant. Obviously they are of excellent quality, but they seem a little lonely in the night.

Ning Fan came to the window and silently watched Bai Ling, who was serious about composing. The latter did not realize that someone was watching her and was still composing with all his heart.

The banquet on the 7th, the noise and noise on the 7th, did not disturb this serious girl in the slightest.

This is a true chess player, with no distracting thoughts, clear mirrors and stop water.

"She really likes playing chess..." Ning Fan said to himself.

"When she is not playing chess, her appearance reminds me of Weiliang; but when she is playing chess, her focused eyes have a certain look like Xiaoman; when she can't talk, she will be in a daze. Reminds me of Fengxueyan..."

"I can see more people in her body..."

Ning Fan groaned and said nothing. In his eyes, Bai Ling, who was serious about playing chess, looked more like Bei Xiaoman.

Although Bei Xiaoman’s people are not tuned, when she holds a chess piece and plays Liubo, her eyes seem to glow...

The same is true for Bai Ling. Although she is a blind girl, when she is playing chess, she seems to have a brilliance and a soul blindly.

After finishing the score, Bai Ling took out an ancient book of life and death problems and began to study life and death problems.

The title of the book "Xianji Baiku" was compiled by the Nanliang Chess Academy. The book records a hundred life and death questions. It is said that as long as you solve them all, you will have the opportunity to apply for the Nanliang Chess Academy and become a real chess repairer.

Bai Ling, who was invisible, could not read with his eyes, so he could only feel for it with his hands.

She seems to have studied the secret method of reading by hand, and the words and graphics that she has touched can be read with heart.

""Xianji Baiku"? I have seen this book in Zhang Dao's memory. Before that Zhang Dao joined Nanliang Chess Academy, it seemed that it took only one month to solve all the life and death problems in it. Up..."

For Zhang Dao, this "Xianji Baiku" is not difficult.

But people and people cannot be generalized. For Bai Ling, this book is really difficult.

She has been learning chess for fifteen years, and obtained this "Xianji Baiku" seven years ago.

She has studied for seven years, but only solved the 79th question, and this question has been stuck with her for several months and has not been solved yet.

It's really hard...

Since learning chess, she has been groping by herself, maybe it's time to find a teacher.

[The Arctic Mountain is one of the nine mountains of Xingluo. This authentic fruit will open in a thousand years. Every time it is held, it will attract powerful chess players. If you go there, maybe you can visit a famous teacher...]

[Senior sisters all said that this time the Arctic Road Fruit Conference is dangerous, so don't go there. I didn’t believe this, but a few days ago, I did encounter many killers...]

[Do you want to give up, go back to the house, return to Hongjun Snow Valley, or... keep going...]

[But if I miss this opportunity, I don’t know how long and how long will I be able to worship a famous teacher...]

Bai Ling was entangled in his heart, thinking about it all his life, making life-and-death problems more and more unable to continue.

She didn't know that all her heartfelt thoughts had been watched by someone outside the window.

"It turns out that this woman went to the North Pole Dao Fruit Conference to find a famous teacher to learn chess..." Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

At this moment, Bai Ling finally noticed someone peeking outside the window.

Because he was inside the house and didn't go out, all Bai Ling didn't wear a cloak or veil.

At this time, she has a small face with a goose egg and a delicate face; her hair is coiled with blue silk, and her forehead is bangs and eyebrows; she wears a moon-white shirt and a very short white skirt. She wears white socks instead of Luo socks. Of silk stockings, embroidered shoes on the moonlight.

"This dressing taste is almost the same as Bei Xiaoman. The only difference is that Bei Xiaoman is used to wearing a red dress, while this woman is all white..." Ning Fan secretly said.

Looking at Bai Ling's legs, he always felt that he couldn't move away...

Thanks to Bai Ling's invisible vision, otherwise I am afraid that Ning Fan will be blamed for his disciple.

【what? Brother is also interested in playing chess? Have been watching here for a long time? ] Bai Ling asked in his heart.

"Well, I do have some interest in chess." Said that I was interested in chess, but Ning Fan didn't even look at the board.

But Bailing believed Ning Fan's nonsense, so more smiles appeared on his face.

[Since the brother knows chess, can you teach me to play chess? 】

"This..." Ning Fan's words stagnated.

[Can’t it? ] Bai Ling has some regrets.

"Ok…"

Ning Fan couldn't bear Bai Ling's disappointment.

Although he doesn't like to play chess, he has the memory of the ancient emperor's chess skills, and it won't be difficult to guide the opponent.

Bai Ling was very happy with Ning Fan's consent.

She invited Ning Fan into the room, but did not immediately ask for advice. Instead, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ning Fan respectfully.

"Thank you." After drinking for seven days and nights, Ning Fan was indeed thirsty, so he took the teacup and drank it in one go.

Not particularly precious tea.

But Ning Fan drank a special taste.

I always feel that the taste of this lady’s cooking tea is a bit like a little demon...

Is it an illusion?

The tea is also drunk, of course it's time for business.

Bai Ling first asked Ning Fan for the 79th question of "Xianji Baiku".

Ning Fan looked at the question, and suddenly frowned slightly.

No wonder Bai Ling is stuck with this question. For an amateur chess player, this question is indeed extremely difficult.

"This question is quite difficult to solve even if it is an orthodox chess repair. Even a 9th grade chess player, it takes more than ten hours to clarify the changes..." Ning Fan explained.

A true chess player, based on the nine ranks: the first rank is inspiring, the second rank sits in the light, the third rank is specific, the fourth rank is quiet, the fifth rank uses wisdom, the sixth rank is small, the seventh rank is powerful, the eight rank is foolish, and the nine ranks guards.

Bai Ling's level wasn't even the ninth rank, after all, she had only taught herself for fifteen years.

The real chess repair, which is not spent thousands of years to study chess, in terms of the overall level of the real world, Bai Ling's chess power in fifteen years is indeed not strong.

So, what is Ning Fan's chess power?

He inherited the memory of Emperor Luangu's chess skills. Even if Emperor Luangu didn't specialize in chess, in his long life, the fragmentary chess time added up was at least hundreds of years.

It is no exaggeration to think of Ning Fan as a chess player with hundreds of years of chess power.

Such a Ning Fan, of course, could not be a chess player of the first rank in the real world, but compared to the ninth and eighth ranks of low-level chess repairs, it was still far beyond.

"You can see that in the upper half of the board, there are three pieces of black and white each playing against each other. Where is the first choice is the first issue that needs to be considered, and the second is to consider local changes..."

"...If the sunspot is on the second thirteenth, it is indeed a means of protection, but if the Baizi descends on the ninth out of ten first, and then digs first and then picks up, Bai Zi is alive..."

"...Next, I will show you some changes in the battle for corners..."

Ning Fan only talked about a life-and-death question for two hours.

Bai Ling listened very seriously, very seriously. She is not stupid, she has a talent for chess, and the only thing she lacks is the guidance of a famous teacher. With Ning Fan's guidance at this moment, I couldn't help but learn a lot.

[Thank you brother for your guidance. After finishing one topic, Bai Ling's face was full of happy and admiring expressions, and she only felt that Ning Fan's chess skills were unpredictable and she had only seen it in her life.

Well, she has never seen a few powerful chess players in her life, so it's not surprising that she thinks so.

"You don't have to be polite." Ning Fan smiled.

At this moment, he suddenly liked playing chess.

[Brother can teach me more? 】Bai Ling obediently handed a cup of tea.

"Yes, can you still teach life and death problems?"

[No, this time, I would like to ask the brother to accompany me to guide the next game. 】

"Do you need to teach children?"

[No more, I want to see how far away I am from the orthodox chess repair...]

"You guessed it wrong, I am not an orthodox chess repairer. My chess power is actually not what I am practicing..."

[Senior brother is really humble. Speaking of which, I seem to have heard the name of the brother from somewhere. Zhang Dao, Zhang Dao... I seem to have heard of it before, is it possible that Brother is a chess player in the real world? 】

"Actually, I am not called Zhang Dao."

【Eh? What is the real name of the brother? 】

"My name is…"

Ning Fan wanted to tell Bai Ling his real name.

But I can't tell.

This Saint Son’s trial seems to have its own limitations. No matter how Ning Fan speaks about his own destiny, the final words will become "My Name Zhang Dao" and "From Hunkun Saint Sect."

Finally had to give up.

It's not that there is no other way to tell his real name, but Ning Fan pondered a little, and finally did not continue to insist on this matter.

The trial of the Holy Son restricts the use of the real name, which seems to be out of protection for the tester... If the real name is forcibly used in the Trial of the Holy Child, it may cause some bad results...

[Event Twelve: Teaching life and death questions. Earn points, one star. Current score, thirty three stars. 】

…

Although it was only a game of guidance, Bai Ling valued this matter very much. Before the game, he washed his hands to show respect.

At the end of the game, Bai Ling was defeated without any suspense. The knuckles on which she was holding the chess pieces were white and trembling violently. Finally, the two chess pieces were slowly placed on the chessboard.

This is a vote of surrender.

[I lost...] Bai Ling's heart sounded a little bit of crying, and the tears made her face cry in an instant.

Is this how it feels to lose?

It was the first time she played against such a strong chess player since she learned chess... The feeling of losing chess is really uncomfortable...

No wonder Bai Ling cried so badly.

Blame Ning Fan for not knowing how to be merciful.

Ning Fan actually made a painful assassin when he said a good guide. Only at the beginning of the game, Bai Ling was killed without leaving, and the game was easily divided between the winners and losers. Worse still, Bai Ling didn't have a live chess piece in the game.

"You told me that this is a guide chess? Where is the guide?" The ant master was speechless.

"This is what people do! Accompany people to play instructive chess, and don't give a live chess piece to the overall situation. Do you want to cast a psychological shadow on other girls?" Duo Wen was speechless.

"It's the first time I played coach chess with someone. I don't know how to play, I have no experience..." Ning Fan was also embarrassed.

This is really not his intention.

He only used one point, but the opponent lost so badly... Maybe he should put more water, or, put a piece of sea?

Fortunately, Bai Ling was still strong, and stopped crying after crying for a while.

Wiping away the tears, I sincerely thanked Ning Fan for his guidance.

[So this is the guiding chess...] Bai Ling, who was played the guiding chess for the first time, thought that all guiding chess was so cruel.

Through the fight in the chess game, she can feel the seriousness of the other party, and the other party is really serious about playing chess with her. She is very grateful for this.

"Sorry, I played coaching with you for the first time, so I wanted to try your strength, so I didn't show mercy. Well, your strength is not bad. The calculation power in the mid-game is excellent, which proves that you have a talent for playing chess. The problem is mainly in the layout stage, which is also a common problem for amateur chess players..." Ning Fan was serious and praised Bai Ling's chess ability, and never admitted that he did not play well in guiding the chess, because he had a problem.

[Event Thirteen: Guide the chess to win. Earn points, one star. Current score, thirty-four stars. 】

Since Ning Fan didn't have any guidance during the whole process, Bai Ling didn't learn much.

So she wanted to ask Ning Fan to accompany her to guide her in the next game.

This time she won't be overconfident and say that she doesn't need to give her son anymore, but obediently ask Ning Fan to give her the third son.

After that...

[Event Fourteen: Give three pieces to guide the chess to win. Earn points, one star. Current score, thirty-five stars. 】

Ning Fan cried Bai Ling down again, although this time he released half of the sea, it seemed that it was still not enough...

In a blink of an eye, three months passed.

During these three months, Ning Fan often played chess with Bai Ling. While getting acquainted with Bai Ling, he also got a lot of points from Bai Ling.

At this moment, the triggering event of Shengzi Leishu had already triggered Event 55.

[Event Fifty-Five: Give four pieces to guide the chess to win. Earn points, one star. Current score, seventy-six stars. 】

Gradually, Ning Fan has learned how to play and guide the chess well. When playing chess, he will deliberately guide Bai Ling to the right position. As a result, under his guidance, Bai Ling's chess skills have improved day by day.

One hundred life-and-death problems in "Xianji Baiku" were also taught by Ning Fan.

She was originally a very talented chess player, and now with the guidance of "famous masters" like Ning Fan, the layout problems have also been greatly improved. Although the chess strength is still inferior to that of the 9th grade chessman, the gap has gradually narrowed.

After three months of getting along, what she and Ning Fan did the most was to play chess. She couldn't see Ning Fan's face, but she could feel the light and heat on Ning Fan's body, and she could feel the temperature of the opponent's chess piece.

The temperature made Bai Lingqi feel nostalgic, and felt unwilling to give up. For some reason, when Bai Ling and Ning Fan were playing chess in recent days, they started to lose their minds. In the past, playing chess was everything to her, but now, there seems to be something more that can interfere with her heart...

[Brother, can I worship you as a teacher... I want to learn chess with you all my life...] After a certain game, Bai Ling suddenly summoned his courage and said in his heart.

"Do you want to worship me as a teacher?" Ning Fan was surprised.

"He is stupid, he is dumbfounded. He is greedy for others, but others only treat him as a teacher." The Ant Lord just thought it was funny.

"Ah, I don't know what to say. Senior Ning is sad..." Old Demon Duowen also thought it was funny.

[Can’t it? ] Bai Ling's heart beats nervously.

"Sorry, I can't be your master." Ning Fan was silent for a long time, and finally refused Bai Ling's request cruelly.

It's not really like Ant Master and Duo Wen guessed, but because he is gluttonous and doesn't want to be a teacher.

Ning Fan also had his own considerations.

He is happy to teach Bai Ling to play chess, but the word Master is too heavy. He could teach her for a while, but he could not teach her for a lifetime. He is just a visitor to this trial of the Holy Son. After the trial is over, he will leave, but Bai Ling still has an extremely vast life.

She needs a better and more responsible master to teach her to play chess.

[I see...] Bai Ling lowered his head, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

But Ning Fan could see Bai Ling's heart and was sad.

It seems that this little girl really likes him, the master, but it's a pity... this is just the trial of the saint son, he can't teach her the whole life.

"Speaking of which, why does a girl like you like the boring thing of playing chess?" In order to relieve Bai Ling's emotions, Ning Fan began to look for topics.

【Eh? Bai Ling was taken aback and forgot to feel sad for a while. It seemed that Ning Fan would not expect Ning Fan to ask this question.

"Is there any special reason that makes you like playing chess?" Ning Fan asked after seeing that the question was effective.

[No, there is no special reason...it has nothing to do with love, and I can't tell why I took this path. It’s also interesting to say. When I first touched a chess piece, I felt inexplicable. I just felt that there is one thing I must do in this life... I must learn to play chess, and I must be on the top of a chess player. That kind of feeling, as if at the end of a chess player, someone is waiting for me... waiting for me to save him...]

"..." Ning Fan was a little surprised.

He had guessed why Bai Ling liked to play chess, but he didn't expect it to be such a reason.

Must this be achieved?

At the end of the chessman, who is waiting for her, waiting for her to rescue...

rescue? What rescue? Who to save? Is there anything that I need to play chess to save?

Play chess, rescue...

Ning Fan suddenly felt that he had forgotten important things. He always felt that there were important details that he had forgotten. Suddenly, he looked cold, thinking and remembering repeatedly, trying to figure out where this feeling came from, and suddenly, he remembered an old nursery rhyme.

"You take one, I take one, and the butterfly burns its wings for ninety thousand miles."

"You take the second shot, I take the second shot, the girl cut her pigtail in front of the Buddha."

"You take three shots, I take three shots, Gonggong knocked down Fu Zhoushan."

"You shoot four, I shoot four, and the soul of the night flower will be broken at the Weeduo Temple."

"You shoot five, I shoot five, the five spirit chess game will suppress the devil bone."

"You shoot six, I shoot six..."

What is the meaning of Wuling Chess Game Town Demon Bone?

Why at this moment, thinking of this nursery rhyme would make Ning Fan feel a sense of tearing his mind.

"It's the same feeling again, Brother Ning, do you want to realize your fate at this moment! You are crazy!" The Ant Lord was shocked.

She was so frightened and shocked, as if what Ning Fan was doing was crazy and dangerous.

Fortunately, Ning Fan calmed down quickly.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he returned to the usual wavelessness of the ancient well.

At this moment, he seemed to have figured out something, guessed something, as if he had seen the past and the future; but he didn't want to think about it, guess again, let alone look at it again.

It is the night stars like water.

But Ning Fan looked up at the sky, but felt that the stars in the sky, where are the stars, are clearly chess pieces falling on the chessboard.

The starlight in the sky reflected in Ning Fan's eyes, and it reflected the starry sky in Ning Fan's eyes.

The enchanting purple starlight began to circulate in Ning Fan's eyes, but Ning Fan still didn't know all this.

Almost while Ning Fan was gazing at the stars, he was far away, where the Arctic Dao Fruit Conference was located.

A purple-clothed old man stood on the top of the Arctic mountain, in the wind and snow, and seemed to feel something.

"Interestingly, this person is not the son of Ziwei, but from the stars in this world, a trace of Ziwei Doushu can be seen. This is something most of the sons of Ziwei can't do. Zidou has found a good one. Apprentice. Unfortunately, this level is far from enough to break the cycle of fate. Because what you do and read are all under the control of fate..."

"No one can break fate, the only thing that can be done is partial compromise..."

If Ning Fan is here, he will definitely find that this purple-clothed old man who seems to see through everything and talks to himself, looks like the three star monarchs and the robbers, but he is countless times older than the other rooks. , The breath is even more sluggish and weak, just like a mortal.

…

A few days later, Ning Fan and his party came to the end of the journey.

The place where the Arctic Dao Fruit Conference is held-North Barbarian State.