The Inverted Dragon is Scale

Chapter 90

Cangshan.

The mountain wind blew and the white fog rolled.

On the cliff, there is a pavilion on the first floor, called moon watching Pavilion.

On the stone table of the pavilion, an old man in brocade robes was playing chess with an old Taoist in Taoist clothes.

"Three crazy old masters say that you are crazy about tea, medicine and chess. But you are stuck in the mountains and never take the initiative to play chess with people. The name of this chess maniac doesn't live up to its name. Don't forget it. " When the brocade robed old man spoke, he heavily dropped a sunspot on the corner of the chessboard.

The antelope hangs its horn and can't be found. This "three side stab" is the famous stunt of the old man.

"If you go out to find someone to play chess, you may not be able to find a chess player. It took time and effort, and it also took a day's good mood. But as long as the old Taoist guard in this deep mountain, there will be chess players who will take the initiative to find me - I have been trapped in the deep mountain for a long time and am unwilling to leave this Cangshan. I am afraid of missing those real opponents who are not afraid of climbing a long way. This is the real chess fanatic. " Old Taoist Sanchi said with a smile. He put a white seed in the hollow part and made a big dragon alive quietly.

"The old Taoist makes excuses for his laziness. It's really unique. Cui admires it." The old man laughed.

Just then, a colorful butterfly came from the distant sky.

A green clad general behind the pavilion held a huge sword and stared sharply at the flying track of the colored butterfly.

The butterfly knew the Lord and flew straight to Cui Xichen's ground.

Mengdie urgently reported that something unusual naturally happened.

He let the butterfly fly to his ear, whispered, and then turned into a mass of white light and burned to ashes.

This is just a wisp of spiritual thought. It is destroyed immediately after use, and it is difficult to reuse it again.

Cui Xichen's face became gloomy, glared, and his hair and beard were open.

Bang-------

The old man in the brocade robe slapped several cases, and the stone desktop supporting the chessboard and its four stone legs turned into dust in an instant.

"Shepherd child, I will frustrate your bones and ashes and break your corpses into thousands of pieces."

When the mountain wind blew, the powder was boiling and disappeared without a trace.

The stone table supported at the bottom was gone. Seeing that the chessboard was about to fall to the ground and turn over, the three crazy old Taoist priest brushed his sleeves, and the chessboard leaped into the air again. Each chessboard insisted on its previous position, as if it had been inlaid on the stone chessboard with great strength.

"My grandson died miserably and my family suffered. Brother Sanchi, I can't play chess anymore. " Cui Xichen apologized, his eyes filled with murder.

"Mr. Cui, don't be sad. Life and death are determined by heaven. Take care of yourself. " With a flick of his sleeve, the chessboard slipped towards the mountain stream“ I'll seal up this bureau until Mr. Cui's fate is over, and then close the palace. "

Cui Xichen arched his hand and shouted, "goodbye."

The body is like a roc spreading its wings and jumping towards the wanzhang cliff of Cangshan Mountain.

The green shirted swordsman guarding outside the pavilion bowed to the three crazy old Taoist priest and jumped out after him.

Sanchi old road went to the edge of the cliff and looked at the countless chessboards floating in the mountains.

Those chessboards are unfinished chess games between him and countless chess players. Some people go down and die, and then they are sealed here by him, waiting for his opponent to return or a new opponent to reopen the war.

These chessboards bear the strong wind of mountain streams and the scorching sun above their heads. But without losing its spirit of eliminating and killing, there is a faint sound of gold and iron.

"They are all good chess." Three Chi murmured to himself.

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Xifeng palace. Deer stage.

Chu Xianda, the monarch of the Xifeng Empire, was enjoying the painting of the king's banquet by his favorite imperial concubine Ling, when Li Fu, the Chamberlain, came to disturb him untimely and said, "Your Majesty, your majesty, please see me."

"Land and air?" Chu Xianda was in his prime of life. He was heroic and elegant. He wanted to emulate his ancestors in opening up Xinjiang and cracking the soil to achieve endless imperial career, so he was diligent in dealing with the government. Hearing that the oldest guy in the dynasty came, he smiled and said, "there's nothing in the country. What's he doing here?"

"Lord Guowei didn't say." The waiter Li Fu bowed back.

Chu Xianda took a look at the drawing board of imperial concubine Ling, and the painting was about to be completed in a while. He wanted to feast his eyes for the first time. He was really unwilling to leave, so he said, "go and tell the captain that I'm busy at this time, so it's inconvenient to meet."

"Emperor" -- "Li Fu, the Chamberlain, stood at the door with a embarrassed face and refused to leave. He carefully advised:" emperor, you'd better go and see the Lord Guowei-------

Chu Xianda was angry and shouted, "you old dog, dare you teach the king the way to be king?"

"I dare not." Li Fu quickly knelt down and said in embarrassment, "Lord Guowei put on a startling Dragon Armor and went to the hall of Supreme Harmony with a heavenly king's war gun."

"You old dog --" Chu Xianda's face was very embarrassed and murmured, "you old dog --"

When Ling Fei heard Li Fu's words, her small hand holding the pen shook, and a big black ball was pressed on the Xuan paper.