As far as the naked eye can see, there is only a thick white fog in front of us.
But in Lu Yu's eyes, there seemed to be countless lines in front of him, leading to the depths of the formation.
Lu Yu stopped and walked, changing direction from time to time, and finally a green valley with green hills appeared in front of him.
This place is very quiet, and as soon as I stepped in, I felt a burst of strong aura rushing towards my face.
There is a stone pavilion above the open space in the valley.
On the stone pavilion, a white-haired old man sat in the stone pavilion with a chessboard in front of him.
The chessboard is engraved on the stone table, and the stone is covered with traces of years of caress, which is obviously very old.
On the other side of the chessboard, Tan Er was playing chess with the old man.
Looking at Tan Er's expression at this moment, she was already highly concentrated, and her pretty face was already flushed.
Lu Yu stepped forward, but found that the chess game was coming to an end.
Tan'er's son has already been eaten up, and it is only a matter of time before he loses.
Seeing Lu Yu appear, Tan'er was startled.
"Why are you here, leave quickly!" Tan Er said anxiously.
Now she is so entangled in this chess game that she has no time to pay attention to Lu Yu.
If he couldn't break the chess game laid by the old man in front of him, Tan'er wouldn't be able to obtain the Dinglong Sword at all.
However, Tan Er has already lost seventy-nine rounds.
The old man seemed to be very patient. Every time Tan Er lost the game, he could start all over again.
But Tan'er is very anxious, because every time she plays chess, she needs to consume a lot of mental power.
Tan Er has rested several times, but now she still feels a little dizzy, seeing that the chess game in her hand is about to lose.
Snapped!
At this moment, the old man suddenly fell.
With this drop, Tan Er's situation has been completely reversed, and she has already lost.
"One more round!" Tan Er's eyes were red.
The reason why she was selected as a disciple by Bei Minghan was because she was a young talent who showed superhuman wisdom at a very young age.
Few people can defeat her in wisdom.
But in the old man, Tan Er suddenly felt a kind of despair.
At this moment, with one hand on Tan'er's shoulder, Lu Yu stepped forward and said lightly: "You are too tired, take a rest."
"I don't need your help here, go and wait for me." Tan'er was a little impatient.
She is still not convinced in her heart, if she loses to the old man in front of her on the chessboard, she will never be convinced.
Lu Yu shook his head, he had already seen that Tan'er was at the end of his battle.
Without talking nonsense with her, Lu Yu shot directly, and a formula hit Tan'er in the body, making her fall asleep.
Although the monk's mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but the continuous high-intensity consumption of mental power is also a great damage to her spirit.
Putting Tan'er gently on the side of the pavilion, Lu Yu looked at the white-haired old man.
"Come on, play chess."
The old man's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of hostility.
Lu Yu didn't hesitate, and sat directly in front of the old man, holding a chess piece and dropping it.
Seeing that Lu Yu didn't ask, the white-haired old man was a little surprised.
But the surprised expression only stayed for a moment, and he was immediately attracted by the chess game in front of him, and continued to play.
Soon, the old man's expression became solemn.
Both of them played chess very fast, and every time they made a move, it seemed that they hadn't thought about it.
After playing for a long time, a huge roar suddenly came from the chessboard.
A crack opened from the surface of the chessboard. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com