Hearing this voice, Yi Feng's expression was indescribably complicated.
In this world of cultivation, although his skills in music, chess, calligraphy and painting are useless, having a few more skills will always give him a sense of accomplishment.
But what bothered him was the rewarded mount.
How do you call it slow?
Just hearing the name doesn't sound like a good thing.
Moreover, Benwei had learned from the past and the fear that dominated him was still vivid in his mind.
"Senior, what exactly is this?"
The old man with a goatee finally couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly asked the monk.
"Donor, if you study carefully, there will always be results."
"Amitabha."
The monk said with a smile. Remember http:// in one second.
Then he and Yi Feng left one behind the other.
The old man with a goatee stood there with a blank look on his face, and then quickly sat down next to the chessboard, his eyes carefully observing the chess game between the two of them.
When he concentrated on looking at it, he suddenly found that the entire chess game had turned into a galaxy.
In the galaxy, the sky is full of stars.
Two forces, one black and one white, are intertwined.
But it was clearly visible that the black power quickly gained the upper hand, and then drove the white power to a corner until it was completely swallowed up.
"This, this, this..."
"This is……"
"The power of the avenue?"
The old man with the goatee secretly exclaimed, trembling suddenly, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
And he suddenly remembered.
Just now, the monk was holding a black piece, while the mortal was holding a white piece. Doesn't it correspond to the two forces in the galaxy?
Only then did he realize that this young man whom he looked down upon was not a mortal, but an expert who was even more powerful than a monk!
In front of him, I'm afraid I am the real ordinary person!
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He never expected that he just wanted to recruit a disciple here, but he would end up with two such peerless masters, one stronger than the other!
"It's just that the path to immortality has been cut off. Such an expert shouldn't have appeared in this world..."
"This continent is probably going to change!"
"For such a big event, we must inform you."
but.
The chess game left behind was a huge opportunity for him.
Involuntarily, he bowed twice in the direction where Yifeng and the monk left to express his gratitude.
on the street.
Yi Feng caught up with the monk and asked with a smile: "By the way, haven't you asked the master's name yet?"
"The poor monk Chen Kunpeng, whose Buddhist name is Kunpeng."
The monk smiled and clasped his hands together.
"It turns out to be Master Kunpeng. I'm glad to meet you."
Yi Feng also clasped his hands and lowered his head, and said by the way: "By the way, Master Kunpeng, you didn't accept the old man's inheritance just now, and he also called you senior so respectfully, I guess you are also a cultivator, right?"
"Donor, I'm just a monk."
Monk Kunpeng responded with a smile: "He called me senior just because my chess skills are slightly better than his."
"All right!"
Yi Feng nodded.
I admire this monk Kunpeng in my heart.
It is clear that you can accept the mantle of a cultivator, but choose not to, you are really an expert...
It's just that he has no spiritual roots, otherwise with his chess skills, the old man would definitely be able to inherit his legacy!
what a shame.
Otherwise, if you practice on your own, you can at least become a martial spirit!
At this moment, Monk Kunpeng suddenly stopped.
Turning around, he smiled and said to Yifeng: "Donor, let's say goodbye for now. It's almost time for me to go and make a fortune."
With that said, he walked towards the restaurant next to him.
But Yi Feng took a closer look.
But he was shocked.
"Yihongyuan?"
He couldn't help shouting: "Master Kunpeng, are you going here to beg for alms?"
Monk Kunpeng raised his head and glanced at the plaque, and said with a gentle smile: "Donors don't need to panic, everything is fate, and in the eyes of the poor monk, all living beings are equal and are all donors."
"Since it's all about alms, then what's not alms?"
"So we meet again, donor. Of course, given our fate, I believe that we will definitely meet again in the future."
After saying that, he smiled with a bright face, and then walked into Yihongyuan swaggeringly.
"Master."
"This is the true master who transcends the world."
Yi Feng couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and then left with Zhong Qing...
soon.
The master and apprentice rushed back to the place of chaos.
But thinking about Benwei's robbery of the hydrangea, Yi Feng felt a headache.
Especially when he heard that the woman's wedding was ready and she would come to pick her up tomorrow, Yi Feng finally couldn't sit still.
Therefore, he wanted to stay in Huangwujing for a few more days, so he took Benwei and ran away overnight.
If others don't know what Benwei is, doesn't he still know?
Therefore, this marriage simply cannot take place.
If the woman knew that the person who snatched the hydrangeas was a skeleton, not to mention whether it would scare them, she might even tie them all up in a rage.
"You said you didn't count yourself, you are a piece of shit and you still went to grab the hydrangea. Isn't this an obvious attempt to trick others?"
In the dark night, Yi Feng pulled Benwei and taught him a lesson.
"Abba, I won't leave."
However, Benwei hugged a tree tightly and refused to leave no matter how hard Yi Feng pulled him.
"If you don't leave, why are you staying here?"
Yi Feng said in a deep voice.
"I want to get married, I want love."
Benwei hugged the big tree tightly and said firmly.
"marriage?"
As soon as he heard this, Yi Feng immediately became angry and whipped out a big earful of melon seeds.
"You piece of shit, you're still getting married, why do you really want love?"
"You've already made others miserable by stealing their hydrangea. You still want to marry someone else and ruin their reputation?"
Yi Feng was so angry that he grabbed Benwei's arm and lectured him word by word.
"No, I want it."
Benwei said the most determined words in the most cowardly tone.
After saying that, he didn't forget to shrink his head.