Two days passed and Ji Jianting still hadn't come back. Bai An was very worried. The little girl found Chen Yu playing chess with Qin Jinxian on the day the fat Taoist priest left. She was curious and wanted to take a closer look, but she couldn't enter the backyard of the inn.
, every time it will be blocked by a majestic energy, unable to get close.
The one-third acre of land in the backyard seemed to be enveloped by an invisible soft energy shield. It was impossible to get in. Bai An had no choice but to practice calligraphy in his spare time. Then during his breaks, he would lie down on the second floor window and watch quietly.
By Chen Yu.
Bai An thought that the game between the two would end soon. As for Ji Jianting, who was under house arrest in Tianyao Valley, he was even more desperate, hoping that Chen Yu could come to save him.
Not only Bai An and Ji Jianting, many people could not have imagined that the game between Chen Yu and Qin Jinxian would last so long!
Two days, three days... one month, two months, three months... Soon, half a year passed!
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In the dead of winter, the sky is gray, there is no greenery between heaven and earth, everything is dead, the mountains and forests are deserted, and the north wind is like an ancient beast from the prehistoric era, roaring like it can roar down the stars and the moon from the sky.
In the main hall of Tianyao Valley, Cao Mu was wrapped in a mink blanket and huddled on a pineapple chair. There was a fire lit by Ji Jianting in front of him.
It was very warm inside the palace, but the elder of the Tianyao Sect looked pale and coughed violently from time to time, like an old man entering his twilight years.
Ji Jianding sat at the door of the palace and looked at the Xuanhuang Sword dozens of meters away.
The ancient sword is still stuck there, and the sword energy is colder than the north wind, as if it can chill people's bones.
After taking a sip of wine, Ji Jian Ting smacked his mouth twice, put his hands in his sleeves, arched his back, and looked at the world in front of him with squinted eyes like the little old man next door.
"It's been half a year, are you still waiting?" Cao Mu's hoarse voice came out from inside the palace. He knew very well who Ji Jianting was waiting for. yyls
"Aren't you waiting too? You've suffered so much that you're like this!" Ji Jianting pouted.
It stands to reason that Cao Mu has a peak level of Jindan cultivation. Not to mention such a small amount of wind, even if he wears nothing on a cold winter night and sleeps all night in the Bluestone Square, nothing will happen to him.
But the strange thing is that the great elder of Tianyao Sect has been infected with the cold, and his vitality is getting worse and worse. If this is spread, it will probably make everyone in the world laugh.
Ji Jianting was more understanding. In the past six months, the Xuanhuang Sword had been stuck in Qingshi Square and never escaped, but Chen Yu never came either.
It is equivalent to a knife hanging above Cao Mu's head. This knife will kill him and will fall at any time, but it will never fall.
This is an unspeakable suffering!
Killing with one knife is very satisfying, both for the murderer and the victim.
But one day, a man told Ji Jianting that one day in the future, he would cut off the head of the fat Taoist priest. Presumably the fat Taoist priest would be more frightened than Cao Mu, and he would spend all his days and nights in torment.
For half a year, Cao Mu never left the Tianyao Valley and did not allow Ji Jianting to leave.
In the first days, Ji Jianting could not even disappear from Cao Mu's sight. Half a year later, things were much better. Ji Jianting could go anywhere in the Tianyao Valley.
Because he had swallowed the Heart-Breaking Pill and the area of Tianyao Valley was shrouded by Cao Mu's spiritual consciousness, Ji Jianting's escape was a luxury.
It has been half a year, more than 180 days, and Ji Jianting has not tasted even a bit of meat, and his mouth has almost faded away.
Monks can live without food, especially those in the golden elixir realm like Ji Jianting and Cao Mu. Even if they don't eat for a hundred years, let alone half a year, they can still live well. The energy needed by the body only needs to replenish the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
But Ji Jianting is not a sage. He wants to eat all the delicacies in the world. He also wants to visit a brothel and lie in the arms of courtesans and listen to ditties. He misses Xiao Taohong36d's arms very much.
But all of this has nothing to do with him, and he can only be satisfied in his dreams.
"Do you want me to go outside and find out about the devil named Chen?" Ji Jianting turned around and looked at Cao Mu.
"Unless I die here, you will never leave!" Cao Mu said in a deep voice, his eyes cold.
Ji Jianting sighed, turned around, and silently raised two middle fingers.
I took the yellow gourd and shook it. There was not much wine in it, only the bottom was left.
"You don't have to eat the delicious food, you don't have to lie down with the warm soft jade, and you don't have to listen to the sweet songs, but if the wine is gone, how can you live this life?!" Ji Jianting sighed long and short. Not only did the days feel like years, but he also felt that life was worse than death.
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Incense City!
In the past six months, Tianya Pavilion, an ordinary inn that was previously unknown, has now transformed into a fairy in the sky. Anyone who has heard of it wants to come and see it with their own eyes.
The leader of the world played chess with a white-haired old man for half a year!
Such strange news has never happened before in the world of immortality, let alone in the secular world!
At noon, stoves were placed in all four corners of the Tianya Pavilion lobby, which was very warm. There were many travelers from all over the world, and everyone was talking in twos and threes.
"I don't know when this game will end!"
"I heard that the leader of the world and the mysterious old man have been playing chess for a full one hundred and eighty-nine days. At first, the two of them lost one piece in half a day, but as the situation became more and more intense, the difficulty increased sharply, and now it has become ten days.
Drop a son."
"Isn't it just an ordinary game of Go? Is it that difficult? You have to think for ten days to make a move?!" Someone asked suspiciously, expressing disbelief.
"What do you know? Whether it's the leader of the world or the old man, not talking about cultivation, just talking about chess skills, they are already at the pinnacle of existence. Every time they make a move, there are thousands of murderous intentions in it. Ordinary people can't see it at all.
clear."
"I heard that half of the chess pieces have been placed on the chessboard. It is estimated that this game will not end for half a year."
"I don't know who the white-haired old man is, but he can play against the best player in the world for thousands of years. It's not easy."
"Someone has dug up the identity of the old man. It is said that he has lived in Fenxiang City for more than twenty years. He has always looked the same, very old, but has not changed at all. What he was like twenty years ago will be what he will be like twenty years later.
, he should be a cultivator like us."
In the inn, everyone was discussing in full swing. In the backyard of the inn, Chen Yu and the white-haired old man were sitting on the stone bench, not looking at each other, just staring at the chessboard.
On the chessboard, the black and white pieces are as dense as stars, like thousands of troops fighting madly. The two sides are evenly matched, and no one shows signs of fatigue.
No one can set foot in the backyard. With Chen Yu and Qin Jinxian as the center, the area within a radius of five meters is empty. Five meters away, the ground is covered with dead leaves.
On the second floor of the inn, there were cultivators watching. Even on the two- to three-meter-high wall, there were people squatting, including casual cultivators and secular youths who liked the excitement. Everyone was staring at Chen Yu and Qin Jinxian.
A young man and an old man, they are not like living people, but more like two lifelike statues.