Chen Xuan asked the three girls to hide in the carriage, and then drove both carriages behind a clump of bamboo to take cover.
Soon, a group of people came up the mountain road. They were not many, only about thirty people. They were all dressed in coarse cloth and short shirts. They each carried two bamboo poles in their hands. There were rope nets and small benches tied between the bamboo poles.
Available for people to ride on.
A group of people from the world sat on simple bamboo sedans and came towards the mountain.
Zhong Lingmao took a look behind the bamboo forest and said curiously.
"It's strange that there are both monks and scholars among those people. Could it be that they came together?"
Ah Zi on the side said coldly.
"It's the old immortal who's here. These people in the world are pale and sickly. It's obvious that they've been influenced by the old immortal's power-transforming technique."
Chen Xuan hid aside and frowned when he heard this.
Just at this moment, I saw an old man with white hair and silver beard, an air of immortality, and big sleeves fluttering, running up the hill first.
He walked step by step and was not in a hurry, but he seemed to be floating on the wind on this steep mountain road, without touching the ground, and in an instant he disappeared into the bamboo forest in the distance.
The next second, there was an additional monk beside the chess game.
In front of the wooden house, there is a big stone with a chessboard on it. There are people playing chess on each side of the chessboard.
But I heard a burst of clear laughter, and two people walked out of the pine forest.
The four people who were robbed of the limelight were none other than Chen Xuan, A'Zi, A'Zhu and Zhong Ling.
Someone who knew him said in surprise.
Chen Xuan and the three girls, A Zi, looked at each other and signaled with their eyes.
Faintly, the two people who played this move were extremely skilled in chess, but they could be said to be equal to each other.
At this moment, her face was full of admiration and love, and she looked at the noble young master beside her infatuatedly, how could such a good husband and concubine be so happy.
"Could it be that Mr. Murong dropped those pine nuts just now? I have heard about Mr. Murong from Beiqiao Peak Nan for a long time, but I didn't expect to see Mr. Murong from the Murong family today!"
That wizened old man was none other than Su Xinghe, who held the Zhenlong chess meeting here.
The other old man with messy hair was his disciple, Fan Bailing, the second disciple of one of the Eight Friends of Hangu.
It turned out that those people were the retainers of the Murong family, including Bao BuTong, Feng BoE and others.
At this moment, a voice was heard coming from among the pine branches.
Su Xinghe saw that his mind was exhausted and could not break the situation, so he said coldly.
Su Xinghe nodded and said.
The branches and leaves were moving slightly, the breeze was blowing, and I didn't see how the man would take action yet.
He and Master Xuannan nodded, and then looked at Ding Chunqiu, realizing that there were very few people coming to play the chess game this time.
Moreover, he was holding a girl in purple clothes wearing a veil, which made him look less chic.
Everyone was talking.
When the accompanying disciples of the Xingxiu Sect saw this, they immediately started cheering with gongs and drums.
"Another master has arrived. I am overjoyed and hope to show up to break the situation."
Fan Bailing has studied Go for decades and can be considered a master of the game.
Among the people in the rivers and lakes who were captured by the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect, someone shouted loudly and struggled to run out.
At this time, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect had already escorted all the people from the rivers and lakes to the valley, and several monks got off the bamboo sedan chair.
Although the leading man in the group of four also looked like an elegant young man, he was still a bit inferior compared to Murong Fu.
While he was talking, before the man showed up, there was a sudden soft sound in Su Xinghe's ear, and another black pine nut flew from behind and landed in the "Kun" position, which was exactly where Su Xinghe wanted to land.
This monk is wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, with a shining light, a solemn appearance, and a slight smile on his face.
"Mr. Murong! Miss Wang!"
Fan Bailing stared at the chess game. After thinking for a while, he staggered and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Mr. Murong, you come to defeat this Zhenlong. The young monk will respond with two moves. Don't blame me."
"Old Immortal Xingxiu, his magic power is boundless! His magical power is vast, and his magic can control the Central Plains!"
Suddenly, a "pop" sound was heard, and a small pine branch fell from nowhere and hit the chessboard.
Everyone looked around and couldn't see the figure of the person who had taken action at all, and they couldn't help but admire him.
On the other hand, the two women accompanying him were so beautiful that people couldn't help but take a second look.
Wang Yuyan said in surprise, "Brother Bao, Brother Feng?"
But I saw the young master, twenty-seven or twenty-seven years old, wearing a light yellow shirt, with a long sword hanging on his waist, floating towards him, his face was handsome, and he was very free and unrestrained.
At this moment, I see that there are calamities in this game of chess, including coexistence and immortality, which are multifarious and extremely complex.
There are pine trees in the valley, and when the mountain wind passes, the sound of the pine trees is as loud as the waves.
Su Xinghe glanced around and saw only a few monks from Shaolin Temple. The leader was Master Xuannan of Shaolin.
This time I fainted completely.
The one on the left is a short, skinny old man, and the one on the right is an old man with messy hair.
"Jiumozhi! Is this person Jiumozhi, the great king of Tubo?"
Murong Fu, Bao BuTong and others were naturally overjoyed to meet again at this moment.
Fan Bailing said, "Life or death is determined by fate. Disciple... I want to try again."
Beside him, there was a beautiful lady accompanying him, Pingping Tingting, who came slowly. Her skin was as smooth as gel, and her eyebrows were even gentle and graceful. She was really a rich lady.
Amidst the shouts, a group of people carried the injured people from the rivers and lakes and climbed up Leigu Mountain.
When A'Zhu and Zhong Ling saw this, they had no choice but to chase after him.
A group of four people followed the people from the Xingxiu Sect up the mountain. After walking for a short time, they reached the valley behind the mountain.
Su Xinghe took a look and saw that the pine branch happened to be in the "stem" position, which was the key to cracking the "zhenlong".
Invisibly, the other men and women who followed Murong Fu out of the pine forest looked less conspicuous.
Ding Chunqiu, who has white hair and white beard, has already arrived here and is standing aside at the moment, looking up to the sky with a very arrogant expression.
Su Xinghe was surprised and happy, and invited.
After counting a few more steps, suddenly his eyes were filled with darkness, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "pop" sound.
When Su Xinghe saw this, he seemed to be used to it and returned to the chess game.
He suddenly felt fresh. After looking at it for a while, he felt dizzy again. He only calculated the life and death of a small white chess piece in the lower right corner, and felt the blood surge in his chest.
Azi was very afraid of the Xingxiu Sect and didn't want to join in the fun. However, Chen Xuan saw that she wanted to run away, so he walked over and hugged her before jumping up.
"Your talent is limited, and although your chess skills are not weak, you probably won't be able to solve it. What's more, there is an evil thief like Ding Chunqiu who is performing evil spells and charming people. It is really dangerous. You should decide whether you want to continue to break the game."
"Okay, then think about it slowly."
After walking through the forest for a while, we came to three wooden houses.
Before Chen Xuan could take a second look at the situation in the valley, he heard Ah Zi curiously say in his arms.
"They say Beiqiao Fengnan Murong, that man is the legendary son of the Murong family?"
"What? You girl are feeling itchy again? You have to hang out in front of people again, right? You have to deal with it all day long. You see, I will catch the opportunity one day..."
AhZi couldn't listen to what he said and quickly interrupted his joke with "Bah, bah, bah".