He Yang also laughed and looked at him and said, "As long as the cultivation reaches the end, all those who have cultivated their true hearts. When we are about to be corrupt, we can change our thoughts. Well, I already have a successor now. I don't have much infatuation with this world. By the way, you are still locked up at that time. Maybe you don't know."

The old man knew very well He Yang's attainments in the talisman path, and even more so it was very difficult for a divine talisman master to find a potential successor. He heard that he actually found the successor. He couldn't help but be surprised and happy for the other party.

He Fei looked at his expression and said proudly: "My disciple is not an ordinary person. After being in the rain, you can understand the original meaning of the Talisman. The level of the realm will definitely be far beyond me in the future. I will not argue with you, the boring old man. But I can pass on this skill. It is much more wonderful than you."

The old man smiled slightly, looked at Zhang Chuchu who had been silent all the time, and said softly, "I have a disciple too. And she is also quite good. I don't think she will be worse than your disciple in the future."

The calm words revealed a strong confidence and a rare dispute. In the eyes of the old man, Zhang Chuchu was a gift from God and the greatest opportunity in his life. Even if He Yang was lucky enough to find the descendant of the Divine Talisman, he could not compare with the female disciple he loved.

He Yang was slightly stunned. He was shocked that the general manager actually found his successor before he left. However, following the old man's eyes, he suddenly found that the so-called successor was Zhang Chuchu. The expression on his face instantly became extremely strange. The shock and shock began to feel absurd and extremely restrained feeling.

"The disciple you accept is this black-faced little girl."

The old man looked at him slightly. Then he said seriously: "That's right. But Chuchu is not black."

"Hahahahahaha." He Yang pointed at Zhang Chuchu with one hand and covered his laughing stomach with the other hand. He looked at the old man and said, "Do you know that the apprentice who makes you proud and look like this... is my apprentice's girlfriend."

The old man was stunned and frowned and asked, "Is that person not the master of Zhaizhu's personal disciple?"

He Fei said proudly: "I also robbed the teacher of the teacher while the master of the veterinary school is gone."

The old man sighed and said, "So that's it. I didn't expect that young man would be so arrogant... But even if Chuchu is his girlfriend, then so what? In the future, Zhang Chuchu will understand the magical skills I taught her. Even if he doesn't go to the Myth Group to succeed the throne, he must be the most amazing person in the younger generation of the cultivation world. It's not comparable to your disciples."

He Yang snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "Not to say that my disciple is the future guardian of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, nor do you think about the luck that will happen under the guidance of Master Zhai. I only talk about the relationship between them. Even if this girl becomes the general manager in the future, she will have to make a bed and fold a quilt for him when she meets my disciple. She even has to warm the bed."

The old man sighed and said, "You are very proud."

He Yang said fiercely: "At least one can suppress you steadily. Why don't you be proud?"

The warm conversation that seems to be a reunion between old friends. There are countless radiances of wind, frost, rain, and dew hidden between the lines. The stubborn dispute like a child is actually just a scene before life and death.

Zhang Chuchu couldn't understand what the two old men were saying. She just felt that they seemed very powerful. She was a little worried that they would quarrel or even fight.

Bai Wuxiu, who had been sitting honestly by the chessboard, heard these words clearly. She was between the auras of two peak figures in the world. She felt the unreliable fighting spirit. She was extremely nervous and afraid. Her fat body was sweating for no reason. She was a little weak.

He could no longer sit down. He could not pretend to be nothing. It was just two old men fighting. They stood up and gasped and said, "Can I go first."

The old man and the teacher He Yang looked at the chessboard and said, "No."

On the chessboard, Bai Wuxiu is a stable valve and a witness. He is born as a stable valve. Qing Mengzhai's identity is a witness. If he leaves at this time, He Fei cannot control the old man to leave, then he will start in advance.

Bai Wuxiu was startled by the two old Taoists' words in unison. Her chubby body trembled and knocked over the chessboard on the table.

"Baobabababababa..."

The black and white chess pieces fell to the ground and rolled everywhere.

He Yang looked at the empty chess board and sighed: "It seems that this game of chess can only be played here."

The old man nodded after a moment of silence.

Zhang Chuchu stood aside nervously. Although she couldn't understand what the two old people were saying, she vaguely realized that something bad would happen soon.

One is Brother Jie's teacher... the other is his own master. Zhang Chuchu doesn't want them to fight. It's better not to play chess in a fight. Even if you continue to fight while playing chess.

She put the new porcelain pot aside, squatted down and began to clean up the black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground.

Then she held the chess piece and came to the table and placed it on the chessboard one by one.

Not long after, the situation on the chessboard will recover as before. There is no chess piece in the wrong position.

"Fortunately, I took a look just now. Otherwise, there would be nothing I could do." Zhang Chuchu patted her chest slightly with fear. Then she looked at the two old men at the table and said, "Continue."

The two old men didn't know what to say.

Bai Wuxiu stared at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, and didn't know what to say.

Zhang Chuchu held his hands behind her back and clenched her hands slightly. She slowly lowered her head and looked at the old shoes on the edge of her skirt. She murmured softly: "It's done. Why not put it down?"

Suddenly she raised her head and looked at the two old men with bright willow leaves.

"Are you hungry? Then I'll cook noodles for you. How about fried egg noodles?"

"Don't have onions."

"Don't put vinegar."

"Give some more noodles."

The last person to make the request was obviously Bai Wuxiu. Then he looked at Bai's chessboard, which was restored to the beginning. He raised his eyebrows as thick as a silkworm, and his face was full of frustration and shame. Jing forgot that he was in an extremely terrifying environment at this time. He thought that this little girl could remember the positions of all the chess pieces by just a glance. What qualifications do he have to be proud of his head in front of her? What face does he have to say about genius?

Old man Xie Junyuan looked at He Yang and smiled and said, "I am a very outstanding female disciple."

He Yang looked at the thin figure who disappeared in the backyard and said with emotion: "It's really amazing."

The excellence and greatness of the two old men have nothing to do with Zhang Chuchu's mind that shocked Bai Wuxiu. Instead, they are talking about a certain temperament that only elderly people of their realm can realize. The unique temperament that seems silly because they are absolutely transparent but can actually accurately and clearly reflect the world.

He Yang took back the sunlight and looked at the old man and said, "We are all old. Even if we don't beat you to death, it will be close to life and death. After all, this is our last meeting. Then let's eat a bowl of noodles."

The fragrant fried egg noodles were served. A bowl of no vinegar, no green onion, and a bowl of noodles spread across the edge of the bowl.

After eating the noodles, the two old men finished the endgame in silence. There was no number, so they didn't know the outcome.

Then they rejected Zhang Chuchu's reward for having another bowl of noodles and then playing a chess game. They began to recall the past.

Zhang Chuchu brewed three cups of tea again, and then sat on the sofa with Bai Wuxiu, sitting like a student and listening to the past.

He Yang and Xie Junyuan are the generation that has lived the longest time in the Myth Group. Although one person laughed and the other was imprisoned in the Myth Group dungeon during these fourteen years, compared with their time to know each other, fourteen years were too short, so the past was very long. Those common memories were extremely rich.

Starting from being a child, let’s talk about going to the Myth Group. The two old men talked for a long time but haven’t finished it.

Of course, most of the time, He Yang was talking. The general manager just smiled calmly and listened. Occasionally, at some moments, he avoided misunderstandings between the two younger generations. He would interrupt and argue. For example, the chairman’s beard was burned by the chairman at that time, not by himself using magical techniques. For example, on the way to the board of directors, he did not have diarrhea because of nervousness, but was secretly given a cold talisman by He Yang.

Those naughty children back then have become big people in the world today. The man who once made a fool of himself has become the chairman who is not angry and arrogant. Someone has become He Fei and someone has become the general manager. However, as long as there have been those times, who can resist not recalling the occasional moment.

These memories are very warm, with a unique nostalgic smell of dusk.

The warm twilight outside the general manager's villa was discovered that time had passed so quickly with these memories. It had reached the real dusk.

It was quiet outside the villa at dusk. No sound could be heard in the community.

The old man looked out the door with a smile and said nothing.

"At that time, we were naughty and naughty. You have always been the smartest and honest one." He Yang looked at him and said, "I reminded me before. You realized that Chuchu is indeed very similar to you back then. It is transparent from the inside out and there is no impurities."

The old man looked at Zhang Chuchu on the small bench with a pity and said, "I'm not as good as her."

He Yang sighed and said, "People who can sit in the position of general manager must be so transparent. In this way, they can be closer to the essence of heaven than us. But what does transparency mean? They can reflect the original appearance of the world. If the world is black, you will be black too. Therefore, so many general managers will eventually go astray."

The old man shook his head and smiled and said, "Transparent means no color. Black means no color and no light. And you and I are in this world full of light. Transparent means light and the enemy of darkness."

He heard the five words "Enemy of Darkness". He Fei fell into a long silence. After a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at the other party with a serious expression and said, "Do you still remember the Lotus World?" Mobile users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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