Can the one in the box be a serious mountain?

"Cough, the two space magic weapons are very unbearable? You can only fly out and smash people!" The chess ghost shouted, "The ultimate of the formation can control the direction of the wind in the array, the flow rate of water, and the space in the array belongs to you. The survival of the spirit in the array is only in your mind, wouldn't it be even more exciting to cough cough cough cough?"

Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently, shockingly, as if he was about to cough out his internal organs.

Song Qianji was slightly shocked and hurriedly poured him hot tea: "Hard, uncle."

Tea is coarse tea, with astringent smell, and water is well water, which still has a fishy smell. The cup is cracked and a small broken mouth.

The chess ghost has never drunk it, and no one dares to let him drink such a bad tea.

But he drank it all with a cup, smiled and sighed, "What a sweet tea for apprenticeship, and a young man."

"Cough cough cough." This time Song Qianji coughed.

The Saint of Book pointed at the chess ghost's nose and cursed: "You, you have made another trick!"

"Last time I said, I am a chess ghost, what kind of tricks can I do without a trick? Is the beauty trick?"

Song Qianji listened to people scolding each other.

In his previous life, he was already dead before he needed an apprentice and an heir.

Although he did not quite understand the other party's mentality, he could feel their firm intentions.

"Thank you for the wrong love!" He suddenly raised his voice and completely interrupted the dispute between the two: "I want to follow the two seniors to learn, and I will not be the two teachers."

"What did you say?" The Book Saint stared at him incredibly, "Don't be afraid of this old ghost, and don't be afraid of offending me. Who do you want to worship? To be honest, don't miss yourself in the future."

Song Qianji shook his head: "I don't want to." He looked at the old man in black who was also stunned, "I wrote last night. It's better to seek immortality than to--"

Planting potatoes and chess ghosts continue in their hearts. People in the world don’t know these three words, but he witnessed them with his own eyes.

He looked down and saw the two potatoes in the vegetable field, which were tender and cute in the sun.

The old man frowned and his eyes twitched slightly, as if he was resolving the pain.

Finally, he just whispered: "Actually, I had expected it. Are you too? A passionate person."

His voice was a little tired.

The Saint of Calligraphy was silent.

He remembered Song Qianji's calligraphy and painting test paper, a potato flower. The cherishing machine almost broke through the paper.

In the vegetable garden, the petals of two potato flowers tremble slightly, and the tender yellow flower core is stained with crystal dewdrops.

He could feel the eruption under the soil.

Since entering the vegetable garden, this vitality has flooded him. It almost made a illusion that an old man returned to his prime.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "Huaweizong has given me a county land. I will go down the mountain tonight to my mortal fiefdom. From then on, I will live in the mortal world forever, and I will not ask about the realm of cultivation."

"You can bear to play?" The chess ghost looked at him with a deep look.

The Book Saint stared at him with sharp eyes.

I am at the peak of my life, and I am not aware of the reputation of people? I am willing to give up the wealth, resources, and power that I could have?

"I have never picked it up. How can I give up?" Song Qianji said.

The Shu Sheng was stunned and sighed: "Okay, OK!"

Song Qianji holds the treasure box in one hand and the chess score in the other. Don't hand it to the two: "Senior, please."

"No!" the chess ghost refused to answer and suddenly shouted, "A person like you, the teachings of people, is simply a waste of resources and let God down!"

The saint of calligraphy instantly understood it. If the most genius junior lacks the teaching of the strongest, who can save the world in a hundred years?

Where will the turning point of the fate of the human race be?

The Book Saint said: "You can not become a disciple or call me a master, but you can't teach you, help you, and support you."

Song Qianji was stunned by this road.

Why does it still have something to do with God? Is it too high?

I am the life of a cultivator who is a scattered cultivator. The Master of Ziyun Temple said that I am cruel and hard, and I still need others to "help" him?

"I dare not bother you, my seniors, I have already taught you."

"Who is it?!" The chess ghost and the Book Saint spoke at the same time.

Song Qianji thought, this is what you forced me.

Xian Jianchen, how many sins are false in your name.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Sword God!"

"Xian Jianchen?" The chess ghost slapped the table, "He is not dead yet!"

"He should be struck by lightning!" The Book Saint cursed at the sky, "Did you hear it? You can break the God of Transformation and take the disciples, and you can also be reincarnated in a hurry?"

Song Qianji was shocked and thought to himself how much hatred you are?

But the two of them had a change of expression, as if they were angry or hatred, and their aura gradually calmed down, and finally their expressions remained at relief.

"If he also participates in this matter..." The chess ghost sighed in a low voice.
Chapter completed!