While Jiang Zhou was frightened, the two of them had thrown the ball several times, and the monk and Taoist had also fought several times.

Several teams of soldiers have appeared on the chessboard.

In a daze, Jiang Zhou saw the chessboard transform into rolling land, and the twelve lanes turned into mountains, rivers and valleys.

The four corners turned into camps for two armies.

The two armies lined up, each occupied a good position, made strategic changes, marched and formed, and won the battle on the battlefield...all were staged.

They are all fighting for the two black and white fish that are chasing each other head to tail in the chaos of the earth.

From time to time, the six monks and six paths appeared in the sky above the valley to fight with each other, and all the magical methods came out.

Every time there is a victory or defeat, the two armies will fight, causing countless casualties.

At the beginning, Jiang Zhou was still immersed in the strategic changes.

Every time I watch one side's actions, I don't know what it means, and I am full of doubts. The next moment, the victory or defeat is reversed, and the offensive and defensive positions change.

It can be said to be shocking every step of the way.

But I don't know how long it took, and as I watched groups of soldiers fall down one after another, Jiang Zhou gradually felt a sense of sadness that people were like ants and their lives were as thin as paper.

It's like gods and goddesses in the dark, controlling the life and death of mortals.

The sky was darkened.

The ground was beaten to a point of blood.

As if I were in the river boat, I could feel the world turbulent, the mountains and rivers breaking apart, and the corpses drifting endlessly.

I can't help but feel shaken in my mind, shaken in spirit, and find it difficult to defend myself.

He quickly recited the Yuan Shen Dharma scriptures silently and meditated on the heaven surrounding his body.

In the Purple Mansion, lines of purple energy fell down, filling the surrounding sky.

Suppress the turbulent Zhoutian, Qiankun, and the stars.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Suddenly he heard a hearty laugh, and Jiang Zhou suddenly woke up.

Then he saw the old Taoist looking unhappy and the old man in gray robe looking mocking.

It turned out that the two of them had already decided the winner.

From the looks of it, it was obvious that the veteran had lost.

The old Taoist had a dark face and was breathing heavily, very dissatisfied.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at Jiang Zhou: "You can actually wake up on your own?"

"Huh, you're okay."

The old man in gray robe chuckled and said, "I told you before that these tricks of yours, a fake Taoist priest, are useless."

"Hmph!" The old man said disdainfully.

The old man in gray robe smiled and said: "Still not convinced? Take a closer look."

When the old Taoist heard this, he couldn't help but frown and looked at Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou made him feel uncomfortable all over.

His curiosity has been satisfied, and he now wants to stay away from these two enigmatic old men.

"Huh? The energy of merit!"

The old Taoist was suddenly startled, and then his face showed confusion: "You can obviously not see any cultivation, but you can wake up from the game between you and me..."

"Is it possible that there is a treasure to cover it up?"

"I can hide it from you and my eyes..."

The old Taoist's eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Zhou with a look of surprise.

The hair on Jiang Zhou's back stood up.

These two old men could see through their true nature with just a few glances.

Fortunately, although they seemed to realize that they had a treasure in their possession, they did not show any intention of coveting it.

The old Taoist just expressed his disbelief and marveled, and then decided to leave.

"Baby, I accepted your favor today and got some good chess pieces. I said, I should be grateful."

The old man in gray robe turned his palm, revealing a dark incense stick.

"I will give you this gift. More than a hundred miles away from here, in the old locust tree forest outside Wujun City, there is a locust tree with rotten roots. There is a stone house with a foot or two in the locust tree. If you light this incense there, you should be able to gain something."

The old man in gray robe smiled and said: "This incense can be burned three times and then it will be exhausted. Please cherish it, my dear."

After saying that, he turned around with the old Taoist, stepped out, and disappeared without a trace.

"..."

gone?

The old locust tree outside Wujun City?

Isn't that the forest where he followed Wei Shou last time with his dream body?

Is this the stone house in the hollow tree the old man was talking about?

Jiang Zhou looked at the incense in his hand and frowned slightly.

Who are these two old men?

What does it have to do with that stone house?

Jiang Zhou thought about how strange the two people appeared, how strange they left, and what they did was even more bizarre.

It seemed that the world was much bigger than he imagined, and there were many strange things and people that he could not imagine.

He suddenly remembered what the old Taoist said: those people who were silenced in the camp were killed by "yin brats".

He felt inexplicably that the ghost hand suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

Even the corpses and traces were not completely destroyed.

Could it be because of the appearance of these two weirdos?

That ghost hand is the "yin kid" that the old Taoist calls?

Jiang Zhou was puzzled and immediately thought of the well-informed Lao Qian.

Then left here.

Returning to Sujing Division, Jiang Zhou went straight to the recording room.

"You actually met those two..."

Sure enough, Lao Qian seemed to know the identities of the two people as soon as he heard Jiang Zhou tell what happened.

Jiang Zhou said happily: "Do you really know them? Who are they?"

"people?"

Lao Qian smiled and said: "Even Lao Qian I don't dare to mention the names of those people casually, so you don't have to ask anymore."

Seeing Jiang Zhou's face suddenly collapse, he couldn't help but smile and said: "You don't have to worry, meeting them is not a good thing, but it's not a bad thing either."

"It can be regarded as your fate. By accident, you were able to receive this gift."

Lao Qian pointed to the incense in his hand and said: "This is a good thing. You exchanged a bunch of useless dead people for this thing, and you made a lot of money."

Seeing that Jiang Zhou wanted to ask again, he quickly said: "Just stop asking. Didn't that person already tell you?"

"When the time comes, if you do as he says, it will naturally benefit you."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and said: "Didn't you say you had a gourd of good wine? Take it out and tell you so many things, why don't you give me some filial piety?"

"..."

Jiang Zhou took out the Qiankun wine gourd: "I'm not stingy, but I can explain first that this wine is no longer clean."

Lao Qian grabbed the gourd of Heaven and Earth with his hands, opened the cover, raised his head and took a sip.

"ah……"

He breathed out the breath of wine happily: "Good wine, it is indeed Qinggu wine that has been extinct for decades, or an old wine, this is the taste..."

Lao Qian had a look of intoxicated nostalgia on his face.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but said: "Don't you always taste the smell of blood when you drink it?"

Lao Qian squinted his eyes: "What's the smell of blood?"

"Haha, you have inner demons."

He chuckled, raised his head and took another sip.

He took out a jar from under the case, filled it up, and returned the gourd to Jiang Zhou: "Okay, I'll take these from you. No matter how good the wine is, it must be moderate. Otherwise, no matter how good the wine is, it must be moderate."
To be continued...