Outside the mortal realm, in a certain glorious palace.

Two figures sat cross-legged opposite each other on the fox fur mat, one holding a black stone made of shining stone, the other holding a white stone made of cold jade, playing games in silence.

Let’s talk about the appearance of these two.

Sitting next to the screen was a young man dressed in black. This young man had a handsome appearance and very good-looking facial features. However, the pair of eyes under his eyebrows were too cold, so that others only dared to watch and did not dare to approach, as if

It's like he is an ancient god.

The other is also a handsome young man. He wears a white brocade robe, and his temperament is as cool as the former.

There is a cup of tea beside them. The tea is steaming and lingers for a long time.

When a white stone fell on the chessboard and the heat of the tea had dissipated, the young man in white curled his lips and smiled, and a low and cool voice suddenly sounded: "Jing Yi is very good at chess!"

Young Master Mo Yi picked up the tea and took a silent sip. He opened his thin lips and responded calmly with a voice as magnetic as the first cool breeze after autumn: "Jing Yi's clumsy skills made the prince laugh."

"It's okay, it's okay. Gaming is something you do when you're free. We're busy with work, so how can we spare time to study such elegant things? I still have some important things to deal with, so I won't disturb Jing Yi." The young man in white waved his hand.

, got up and sat down, straightened his clothes and walked out.

The young man in black clothes listened quietly. After the young man in white clothes left, there was a crack on his cold face.

"Bi Fang, have you heard anything?" Mr. Moyi put down the teacup lightly, his eyes indifferent.

"Back to the young master, I haven't found it yet. I just vaguely heard some news, saying that there were signs that the object had fluctuated in the mortal world." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a crane shaped like a crane, with a beak in its mouth and one foot.

A bird with old red stripes all over its body appeared from the side, transformed into a handsome young man, and bowed respectfully.

Bi Fang saw his master's expressionless face, tapping his fingers up and down on the table, his heart pounding, and he quickly said: "Sir, Bi Fang once met an immortal at the border of the Eastern Qin Dynasty in the Wilderness Continent. The guy said

It seems that I have seen it before, but I just forgot it for some reason and can't remember it."

Mr. Mo Yi paused slightly as he knocked on the table.

"Having heard of that guy's name in the past, I guess someone with intentions would have to cover it up so as not to lead to the disaster of killing people in the future. That guy is a shrewd master. After all, if you ask again, you will be treated with courtesy.

, Don’t shock others." Mr. Mo Yi’s thin lips slowly curled up.

I’m going to visit the mortal world again.

Bi Fang frowned bitterly, bowed before turning into his original form, and left.

When only Mr. Mo Yi was left in this huge palace, the ice and snow between his brows melted a little.

"It's time for the naughty devil to go home. Brother Wang is determined not to let you suffer any more this time." Shaking his head slightly, Mr. Mo Yi smiled crookedly.

The suicidal murmur dissipated in this corner of the world with the gentle breeze blowing in from the window edge.

But in the darkness, there was a pair of eyes staring at the curve of Mr. Mo Yi's lips, but Mr. Mo Yi seemed to have no idea.

In this room, Luo Ge collected his thoughts and looked up at the young man in white who had saved everyone. He bowed his head and bowed: "My dear Luo Ge, thank you very much for saving me, senior. I wonder what your surname is?"

"He is the head of my family. He has no surname but a given name, which is just a word for rest. We all call him Young Master Xie." Lin Ce said without waiting for the young man in white to answer.

"It's not polite." The young master stopped laughing and reached out to touch Lin Ce's eyebrows.

Lin Ce was flattered and rubbed his head in embarrassment.

"We were from the same family as him ten thousand years ago. It's a pleasure to meet you." Luo Ge smiled slightly.

Young Master Xie's smile paused slightly.

"How do you know, Your Excellency?" He looked at Luo Ge tentatively, and even the person who should have addressed him as "little friend" changed to "Your Excellency".

"This little girl is a first-rate fortune teller. As the saying goes, heaven knows, earth knows, and she also knows." Wei Wuhen laughed loudly.

"That's it." The young master smiled back and looked down at Lin Ce, "Cer, your mother is seriously ill. She keeps talking about you in her dreams, asking me to take you home."

"Mother, is she terminally ill?" Lin Ce was stunned.

"Well, it's probably only the past few months. Go back and take a look, and don't be stubborn. I will promote you to the inner disciple according to your mother's wishes, and you will join the sect of my junior brother and become the ninth hundred

Ninety-ninth generation disciple."

"Earlier, this disciple was confused and did not understand my mother's good intentions. Now that I have repented and is willing to accept the order, I will go back with the master." Lin Ce pondered and immediately bowed respectfully.

"Okay, it's good to be sensible." Young Master Xie touched Lin Ce's head happily and looked up at Luo Ge and others, "Thank you for looking at my disciples. If we meet again in the future, I must say thank you."

After everyone bowed their heads and bowed, they took Lin Ce and turned into a stream of light and left.

"What kind of celebrity is this Young Master Xie, who actually owns a divine treasure like the Xuanyuan Sword?" Wei Wuhen rubbed his chin, stared at the direction in which Young Master Xie left, and murmured softly with interest.

"Apart from him, who else could make the world tremble thousands of years ago?" Shui Zekong smiled silently.

"Could it be?" Wei Wuhen's eyes suddenly widened.

"He is not him, but he is indeed him." Qi Jiu put away his long qin, with a hint of depth in his gentle eyebrows, "I thought it was just a rumor. It turns out that it has never declined." He has received the third

A thousand generations of disciples.

"girl!"

After the thunderclouds in the sky dispersed, Xiao Huirong's loud shout startled everyone. They looked sideways and immediately smelled the strong smell of blood coming from Luo Ge.

"Did you go soak in the blood pool? It's so fishy!" Mizuze Kong was very surprised.

"Look, there is no blood pool within ten miles around here where I can take a shot?" Luo Ge staggered and fell to the ground. She could feel that her body was constantly rejecting her soul.

The feeling of the soul leaving the body is really floating and floating, and it is uncomfortable and tight.

It was probably because he had just cast a spell to summon the spirits of heaven and earth. Seeing his own mortal body, those who are arrogant and arrogant will inevitably have some temper.

Luo Ge raised his head to look at the sunshine, but saw Qi Jiu's worried face looking down at him.

She smiled, showing her white teeth stained with blood, but they were covered by the black gauze, so others could not see anything: "Jiu, just tell them to leave. Opportunities can only be found within a hundred miles of radius.

Need to hurry up."

Qi Jiu knew that Luo Ge was sending others away and had something to say to him, so he turned his head and looked at Wei Wuhen, Shui Zekong, Xiao Huirong and Ge Wenfu, and shook his head slightly to indicate that he was leaving.

The four of them looked at each other, bowed to each other, and then left quickly.
Chapter completed!