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"how so?"

Fengyu was very shocked.

He first thought that Luo Qiu was pretending to be calm, so he continued chatting with Luo Qiu.

Luo Qiu was very relaxed, talking and laughing.

After one hour.

"Brother Luo Qiu, if you've disturbed me too much, let's go back first."

Feng Yu saw that nothing had changed, so he stood up helplessly and said.

Su Chen also pretended to see off guests.

"I hope Brother Luo Qiu can lead mankind out of this predicament."

Fengyu glanced deeply at Su Chen.

"This is my responsibility."

Su Chen said with a chuckle.

Fengyu said nothing more and returned from the teleportation array.

At the same time, Xiaoshuai also said goodbye.

After the outsiders left, only the own people were left.

Su Chen walked back into the house and showed his sincerity.

"What exactly is going on?"

Su Chen looked at the sincere heart, and he was also confused at this time.

Originally, he was ready to take action, directly create chaos, and planned to fish in troubled waters.

But after this sincere heart came into his own hands, it stopped making noise, and the bright heart stopped being restless.

real world.

Exhibitors.

There was silence in the conference room.

"Lao San, could that information be false?"

Zhan Yu asked, breaking the silence.

"That is a very high-level collection of books by the Holy See. The Heart of Light is related to the Holy See. If this is wrong, then the Holy See's collection of books cannot be trusted."

Luo Jin shook his head and said.

"But why didn't he respond? I even observed him for so long."

Cold-toned frowned.

"have no idea."

Luo Jin stood up and walked out of the study.

Seeing Luo Jin's back, the others fell silent again.

After all, they were all chosen by Luo Jin, and Luo Jin didn't even know how they knew.

Luo Jin walked to the small courtyard and looked at the sky.

"Chuangshi... ...you should quickly think of a solution."

Luo Jin slowly talked to himself.

... ...

In Secret Realm.

On top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain surrounded by clouds and mist is like a fairyland.

The gray-haired old man still held a white piece in his hand, staring at the chessboard and thinking.

But at this time, the old man put down his chess pieces.

"If you don't just be your creation in your world, what's the point of coming here?"

The white-haired old man said with a smile.

At this time, a middle-aged man appeared in the seat opposite the chessboard.

This man is none other than Chuangshi.

"Old Taoist priest, I have encountered some problems."

Chuangshi said minding his own business.

At the same time, he was not polite and filled himself with tea.

"But what does this have to do with the old man?"

The white-haired old man said with a smile: "I have long been idle and do not care about worldly affairs."

"Because that man is also related to you, and your colorful treasure tree was stolen by him."

After Chuangshi took a sip of tea, he looked at the old man and said.

Obviously, he wanted the other party to take action too.

"No."

But the white-haired old man just smiled mysteriously.

"Don't you believe it?"

Chuangshi frowned.

"No."

The white-haired old man said again.

This time Chuangshi no longer answered, but looked at the other party, wanting to get an explanation from the other party.

"The colorful treasure spirit tree was passed down by the old master, but the master only asked me to take care of it, and he didn't tell me to give it to me."

The white-haired old man chuckled and explained Chuangshi's doubts.

"Then you are in bad custody."

Chuangshi immediately replied, obviously he still wanted the other party to take care of this matter together.

"Creator, you are wrong again. This colorful treasure tree is not owned by the Master. The Master is also responsible for taking care of it."

The white-haired old man laughed.

"Your master passed the Seven-Colored Treasure Spirit Tree to you, so naturally he asked you to take care of it. It's also a disadvantage for you to take care of it."

The attitude of Chuangshi is still aggressive.

"But what if I say that the colorful treasure tree is returned to its original owner?"

The white-haired old man smiled softly.

When Chuangshi heard this, he was immediately shocked.

The white-haired old man ignored him and continued to hold the white chess piece in his hand and look at the chessboard.

"Last time I saw this situation, black and white were intertwined. Under the surface, there was a struggle between good and evil, a struggle between light and darkness, and a struggle to quell chaos."

"Looking at this game now, the black and white sides are evenly matched, and it seems difficult to tell the winner."

"However, beneath this appearance, there are subtle changes hidden. Although White is at a disadvantage, it implies vitality; although Black is strong, it has been revealed to be defeated."

The white-haired old man looked like he was mumbling to himself, but he also seemed to be speaking to the world.

After Chuangshi was a little confused, he also looked at the chessboard.

But Chuangshi has deep doubts about the victory or defeat said by the white-haired old man.

"Old Taoist, this is wrong."

"When I look at this game, Black is obviously strong and pressing every step of the way. White is already surrounded by enemies on all sides, so how can we claim victory?"

Chuangshi's eyes were firmly fixed on the chessboard.

"Everything in the world is like a chess game, and everything is unpredictable."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly and did not pay attention to the doubts about creation.

He gently stroked his flowing white beard, then slowly stretched out his fingers and held a white chess piece firmly. His movements seemed slow, but they revealed a calm and unhurried demeanor.

"This time, the outcome has been decided."

Chuangshi's eyes fell on the chessboard again. In his eyes, those black and white chess pieces seemed to have evolved into the yin and yang, good and evil, and the power to control chaos in the world.

These forces intertwine and collide on the chessboard, and finally converge into a majestic momentum.

"That's it...that's it."

Chuangshi said slowly while looking at the chess game.

The path to victory or defeat is either black or white, good or evil.

However, among all things in this world, there is often a delicate balance.

This balance is neither black nor white, neither good nor evil, but a realm beyond appearances.

"who's that person?"

Chuangshi asked the question in his heart.

"Can't say."

"can not say."

"Can't say."

The white-haired old man shook his head slightly and answered Chuangshi in nine words.

"I see."

Chuangshi woke up from the surprise and smiled helplessly: "Since he took action, I don't have to worry about it. Although it is said that it is the creation of the world, in fact, I just sow the seeds of that world."