The star-picking platform in the sun is coated with a layer of golden light, standing under the blue sky, like a shining pearl floating out of the sea of ​​clouds.

The chess ghost changed into a brand new ink silk shirt today.

Behind him were two people, a girl in a goose yellow dress and an old Taoist in a deep purple robe. It was Li Ying and Ziyun Temple’s current master, Zhenren Qingwei.

There is still half an hour left before Chen Shi, and they have arrived early.

The chess ghost asked Qingwei in a mess, only talking about trivial matters and gossip, and had a slight smile.

Qingwei was a little nervous, and she thought about it repeatedly before answering.

He vaguely felt that the master's temper was getting better and better year by year. He would not scold people casually, and he seldom ordered something tough.

He felt relieved and thankful because of this, but couldn't help feeling sad.

When he was young, the chess ghost could control many things and was willing to be a controller, but now he could not even control the medicine he took himself.

He is gradually losing the initiative in life.

He once thought that he did not need to understand, but only needed to conquer, win, and be awe.

However, at the end of his life, he just wanted to have "understanding".

A successor who can understand the true meaning of his Taoism will complete what he has not done.

One of the best apprentices said goodbye to him and told him in person, "I will inherit all your will and continue your brilliant life."

"Qingwei, I have seen the 'lovely son' for my master, and you will see your junior brother." Qi Ghost smiled.

Zhenren Qingwei immediately bowed and said, "No matter who the master chooses, the disciples will help him and assist him until he grows into a true strong man!"

"I hope so."

Before he finished speaking, a long laugh came from the mountain road below: "It's not too late to explain your funeral now."

The expression of the true man Qingwei changed slightly: "The Book Saint has arrived."

If you dare to talk to a chess ghost like this in the world, you can count it with three fingers.

The Saint of Calligraphy also changed into a brand new robe today, which was spotless and swayed in the wind, and was whiter than the sea of ​​clouds under his feet.

Behind him was a young monk with precious clothes and a middle-aged scholar in green. It was Ji Chen and the dean of the academy.

Two teams gathered in Shiping halfway up the mountain. Ziyun Temple and the powerful men from Qingya Academy were waiting.

"The hour of Chen has not arrived, you are coming too early." The chess ghost said.

"Aren't you?" Shu Sheng asked back and sat down on the other side of the stone table.

He was surprised. He was sick and haggard before, looking like he was about to fall into the soil. Why is his face radiant today, as if he was looking back?

Ji Chen was stiff and his palms were sweating.

Until now, he didn't understand why the Saint of Calligraphy brought him with him when two top strong men met?

When I saw the girl in the yellow dress opposite me with a relaxed look, I couldn't help but feel envious.

"Since I have found the successor, I won't fight with you in the future." The chess ghost said straight to the point, "If you still want to capture Wei Ping, you can go with you."

"Very good!" The Book Saint couldn't stand his proud show of pride, "I have also found a disciple, it's not that I have to recruit Weiping."

The chess ghost thought that the disciple he mentioned was the leader in calligraphy and painting tests he had appointed last night, so he couldn't help but look up at Ji Chen.

Ji Chen met the unfathomable gaze, and his heart suddenly tightened, straightened his spine, and did not dare to relax.

I was afraid that the elders of the strong man would be puzzled and asked:

‌Isn’t it just a waste? What did you come here for?

But I heard the chess ghost say: "Not bad."

Ji Chen was suddenly surprised.

He thought that since he met Brother Song, his luck has improved inexplicably. He was a little uncomfortable when he didn't hear others calling him a waste!

Senior Brother Song is indeed a lucky star, so he will definitely invite him to drink good wine next time.

The chess ghost thought that although the young man was not as good as the Song Qianji he found, he was also considered a cheaper and more passionate person.

The Book Saint also thought that it was really cheap for you, but since I found Song Qianji first, I shouldn't be petty.

The two thought they were better than each other and looked at each other and smiled.

In the past century, they have never met in peace like this, sitting and chatting like two ordinary old men.

Today is a good day to accept disciples.

For the sake of one day, they are willing to smile and forgive all the ugliness in the world, including each other.

When the chess ghost read the Book Saint again, he felt that he was not that annoying, and suddenly sighed:

"You and I are useless. The world no longer needs a saint of calligraphy, no chess ghost, no qinxian..."

Ji Chen was shocked, what did you say?!

‌The only "useless" in the Star-Zhuxingtai is me?!

The Book Saint echoed: "The world needs new heroes!"

He also became pleasing to the eyes of the chess ghost. Some words were usually kept in his heart and no one could say. He spoke up at this time: "It is us who made the rules of the world like this, but we wanted to find someone to break the rules. Those who were selected seemed lucky, but they had to shoulder heavy burdens. Is it fair to them to save the world and save themselves a hundred years later?"

"It's your fault!" The chess ghost remembered Song Qianji who was slashing his sword to the sky last night and stepped on the waves. He smiled enthusiastically and said, "My successor must be OK! I wonder what you are?"

How can the saint of calligraphy be willing to be outdone?

"My successor is naturally like when I was young, he was an amazing romantic figure. No, he is more 'feeling' than me. Some people have four feelings in their hearts and insist on pretending to be ten, but they have ten in their hearts, but they only show four.

"He actually has a deep love for this world, so many that it overflows, so he can definitely do it!"

Ji Chen was creepy.

Could it be that a great disaster will come in this world a hundred years?

Are you looking for someone to save the world and overcome the tribulation?

I, a cultivator with a low level of cultivation, know whether the will of heaven will be struck by lightning?

Otherwise, I will go down first, the place is too high and it is even more cold.

But the more you chat with the saint of the book, the happier you get, and you become like a friend who wishes you were too late to meet.

Many years ago, they drank wine together when they were young, saved people together, fought their lives together, and even went to the killing scene together.

But they are not friends. Most of their lives, they cheat each other and want to die.

Later, his cultivation level grew and his status gradually increased. He took on his own sects and his every move touched thousands of people.

So he didn't even dare to fight, and even the enemy could not do it.

The Saint of Calligraphy ordered the dean behind him: "In the future, the disciples of Ziyun Temple come to the academy and must be well served. The Formation Talisman is not allowed to communicate more with the formation masters to understand the same things."

The chess ghost said to Qingwei Zhenren: "The same is true for the disciples of the academy. I will hold a Dharma Assembly next year and invite them to come to Ziyun Temple to discuss the Tao!"

Ji Chen admired him for a while. The friendship between the big guys is so simple and generous!

Higher than the sky and deeper than the sea!

When will Brother Song and I be like this?

The chess ghost stretched out his hand, his five fingers were rugged and powerful, and there were thin cocoons left by touching the chess pieces all year round.

The Saint of Calligraphy stretched out his hand, his palms were white and thin, and he also had a calluse because of holding the pen.

They are about to shake hands and make peace.

However, because the chess ghost raised his hand, he exposed the stone table under his sleeve.

The stone table is carved with four characters, but the Book Saint did not notice it.

But Ji Chen was surprised: "Huh?"

He subconsciously glanced.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly.

"Is it?" Shu Sheng was stunned.

"‌ was written by my future disciple. Four lines of limerick are used to express their ugly words." The chess ghost said, but his expression was very proud, and his eyebrows were about to be raised to the sky.

"I intend to add the spring breeze to the drunkenness..." said the Book Saint.

The first sentence is elegant and elegant, especially the intoxicating feeling of three casually.

The second sentence is more powerful, like a hidden dragon in the abyss, and a sword hides its tip.

When we arrived at the third sentence "Who is the hero in the world who is the opponent?", the font suddenly changed, like swords and guns, and the domineering aura came to our face.

The more you recite the book saint, the colder your tone.

When I thought of "It is better to seek immortality", I stopped abruptly and my face turned pale.

Who can write it except Song Qianji?

Ji Chen looked at him, and he looked at his familiar handwriting.
To be continued...