The chess ghost was surprised. With his experience and cultivation, when looking at a young man of fifteen or sixteen, he often just takes a glance to see through it.

But he couldn't see through the person in front of him.

I thought that if a person could practice such a chess path, his sword would have to be as solid as a rock and as a mountain as he could move. He could do seven parts of everything, and he would have to force tens of them.

In addition, he has extraordinary talent and outstanding talent, and must be above the top, be arrogant and self-admiring, and no one takes it seriously.

Is this kind of temperament actually infecting love?

"For a woman?" He couldn't help but wonder, "She is your Taoist partner?"

Song Qianji held up the wine jar, and the wine flowed down the corners of his lips, wetting the front: "Not counted."

They have never performed rituals or been accredited to the family, and at most they have only held hands, so they are not considered Taoist couples.

Miaoyan later got married to the savior Wei Zhenyu, and it was not considered remarriage at all.

Liying suddenly became angry: "It's not a Taoist partner, you are still learning chess for her! Did you learn very easily and then you can realize the truth after picking up your son?"

"Where is it easy? I'm not a genius. I only learned half my life. When I got back, the man only said two words..."

"'Thank you'?" Liying snatched, "Since you are for her, she must be very grateful and say thank you!"

After saying that, she stuck out her tongue. She shouldn't have interrupted in front of her master.

But seeing that the master was in a good mood, he smiled and looked at her with admiration.

It can be seen that the master also wants to know, but I am embarrassed to be too gossipy.

Liying replied to the look of the chess ghost. If the master has something to do, the disciple will accept his efforts. Don't worry.

"Ha, she will never say thank you to me. It is natural for me to do anything for her. She said, "No," Song Qianji laughed and choked: "At that time, I thought that if I had been dead for a lifetime, it would be worth it to be replaced by her with a 'not bad'."

Although he smiled, Liying's eyes were sour. She put down the small pen of the hairpin and raised her hand to rub her eyes.

"Bang!" The old man suddenly slapped the stone table with a palm.

Cracks appear at the corner of the table.

Liying was shocked. If it weren't for the Huawei Zong Star Picking Platform, the pavilion would have collapsed.

"The young man is born with love, and the hero is short of breath!" said the chess ghost,

"You are now worshipping me as your teacher. What kind of woman can't marry? Whether it is the fairy in heaven or the Miaoyan on the earth, I have made the decision for you!"

Liying thought to herself that Master has been indifferent and tired in recent years, and he doesn't even care about the major events of Ziyun Temple, but actually cares about the marriage of a young man.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person will be her senior brother in the future.

Although he is a drunkard, he is not annoying. I accept it.

At worst, when I boil medicine for my master every day, I also boil sober soup for you to drink.

When Song Qianji heard the word Miaoyan, he was so scared that he shook his hand: "No, no, uncle, don't make the decision for me, I won't marry Miaoyan if I beat me to death! If you really want me to marry me, I will turn against you!"

"Ah?" Liying was stunned, "Fairy Miaoyan, don't you like it?"

"I don't like it!" Song Qianji slapped the stone table firmly, "Not rare!"

Liying thought to himself, which female cultivator he liked was.

For that person, he didn't even care about the "No. 1 Beauty" and the peerless Fairy Miaoyan.

If I had been born a few years earlier, I would meet him first, let the master take him in, and become a sibling with him. As long as I treat him well, he would not have been alone to drink to drown his sorrows alone tonight.

If this person was not trapped by love and was drowsy, he would definitely be the earliest genius who became famous and unparalleled in the world.

When an elder was optimistic about him and wanted to take the marriage for him, he patted the table for her and said, "It's not rare, I'm already a junior sister."

Liying couldn't help laughing when she thought of this.

But she was young, like a young bird coming out of her nest, and was confused and didn't know why this kind of mood arose.

The chess ghost is knowledgeable and knows it. He looks at the female disciple who lowers his hair and smiles. He speaks happily:

"I also think Miaoyan is so good. Look at my disciple, my reputation is not obvious, just because she doesn't like to show off. In fact, in terms of talent and appearance, and talent, what's worse than Miaoyan?"

Liying's cheeks flushed and she whispered: "Master praised me, I will never dare to compare with Fairy Miaoyan."

She was free and unrestrained, but suddenly she became squeamish and did not have the pride of making a bet just now, and someone called her aunt.

"What dare not compare?" Song Qianji stared at her for a moment, shouting with his tongue, "As long as you treat yourself sincerely and others, you will be thousands of times stronger than Miaoyan, ten thousand times better!"

Liying smelled the aroma of fruit wine, her face turned redder than being drunk, and she sniffed: "Bastard."

Song Qianji was confused: "I just told the truth, why did I get mad?"

"I'm not calling you a bastard, I'm just..." Liying said anxiously, "You take whatever others say seriously?"

The female cultivator suffered so much that he could find everything from himself.

As soon as I thought about this, tears were out of control and fell.

Song Qianji was shocked.

Why are you crying?

He looked at the old man and asked for help.

But I saw the old man smiled slightly and left nothing, as if he was happy to hear.

Song Qianji suddenly became very angry.

He Qingqing cried for him, Meng Heze cried for him, and Ji Chen cried for him.

Now even a girl who happened to meet was crying to show him.

If he has lived for a lifetime, how can he be the other party’s ancestors and grandfathers, how can he be embarrassed to bully others?

Song Qianji hurriedly said, "I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'm not right, you apologize, don't cry."

"Why do you apologize?" Liying didn't care about the master's side and cried even harder: "No wonder you were deceived by a female cultivator with this temperament!"

Song Qianji thought, is it right for me to apologize?

Do you preach or not?

"Then what do you think, auntie."

Liying was covered in tears and her eyes rolled. I wonder how he usually chased the female cultivator.

But as in the story book, under the flowers and the moon, reciting poems and making couplets to please the beauty?

She cheated and said, "Sing a song for me."

Song Qianji smiled bitterly: "I don't know."

"Tell me a joke."

"Neither I."

Liying stamped her feet: "You write a poem for me, don't say it again!"

"I really can't, can I make likable poems?"

Liying nodded quickly and handed him a small pen with a hairpin.

Song Qianji held the pen and thought about it, put the pen on the stone table, and finished it in one go:

"I plan to add the spring breeze to the drunkenness, and all grievances will be gone in my life."

"Who is the rival of the heroes in the world? It is better to seek immortality-"

After writing the last three words, the stone table was blocked by a note from the stall.

The above is the chess record that Li Ying had just recorded, and the ink marks were not dry.

Liying was about to take away the note that was in the way, but Song Qianji was unwilling to interrupt his writing, so he wrote it directly on her note: Planting potatoes.

With a thud, the girl burst into tears and laughed.

"It is better to plant potatoes than to seek immortality. What are potatoes? Are you writing nonsense right?"

Song Qianji smiled and said, "It's not Hu Shu, I really grow potatoes."

Liying was about to ask you why you planted this when she suddenly heard noisy voices and footsteps on the mountainside.

"Senior Brother Song, are you here?" Countless voices shouted, shocking the birds.

In the darkness, the fire was winding like a long dragon, extending all the way to the top of the mountain.

"I'm here." Song Qianji shouted and said to Uncle Hualiang, "The person is here to look for me, I'll take a step first."

He shook himself up, and Liying went forward to help him, but he had already stood firmly with the pavilion pillar, indicating that there was no need.

The chess ghost smiled and said, "Tonight we will meet for a short time. I will give you half a chess book first. You can take a look when you are free and pass the time."

Chess score?

When Song Qianji heard him speak easily, he saw him take out a thin book that didn't even have a cover. It was not the "Thirteen Chapters of Chess" and "Four Sons" at all.

It is more like "One Hundred and Eight Fixes in This Life", "A Book Teaches You to Become a Master of Chess", and "Exclusive Name List, Helping You to Fight the World in Invincible".

When he was running away from the market and mixed into the mortal world. Some old men woke up in the afternoon and waved their palm-leaf fans and played chess under the shade of the trees.
To be continued...