Chapter 306 Have you never seen it before? This is called the Two Heavens of Ice and Fire
The four villains lined up under a large pine tree that looked like a fairy guiding the way. Yue Laosan, who was carrying crocodile scissors on his back, took a look. This one has a sneer on his face, look at that one, he has a sneer on his face, it seems like he doesn't care about anyone.
Further over there is the suave Murong Fu. Because both Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi died in the hands of Chu Pingsheng, the retainers... this time only Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian were brought along.
Unexpectedly, what happened to Li Qingluo was that Wang Yuyan also followed her cousin to the meeting.
In addition, Xuansheng, Huiming, Huitong, and Xuzhu from Shaolin Temple were all standing further away to watch the battle. They came down the mountain to deliver the heroes' invitations on Xuanci's orders, because they were beaten by Ding Chunqiu. He was kidnapped and came to Leigu Mountain by accident, with no idea of cracking the Zhenlong chess game.
"Ding Chunqiu, you can't solve the chess game and you're not a hero if you show off your power in front of your own nephew." Duan Yanqing grabbed the handle of the crutch with a patina on it and squinted his little eyes that were sharper than an eagle's eye and said. road.
Yue Laosan supported from behind: "Yes, if you have the ability, you can fight that Mr. Congbian. Oh, are you afraid of beating him to death and not being able to find the way in? Those The secret book is so tempting, hahahaha..."
Ding Chunqiu stopped, smiled slightly, shook his feather fan and said, "Should I call you Duan Yanqing, or Prince Yanqing? , I can’t break this Zhenlong chess game, how can you?”
Back then, Su Xinghe lied to him that the Xiaoyao sect’s secret book was hidden in Xingxiu Sea, and he ended up establishing a sect there and stayed there for thirty years. , rummaged through almost every stone in Xingxiu Sea, but could not find the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts secrets. As a last resort, he could only come over to beat the drum stone, try to decipher the chess game, and ask about the secrets.
"Hmph, you can't break it until you try it." Duan Yanqing jumped to the front of the chessboard and stared at the chess pieces for a long time. His crutch was at the stone trough, and a white piece was lifted up and landed in the empty space in the upper right corner of the chessboard. .
The Huang-browed Monk is a master of chess in Dali. He can even compete with the Huang-browed Monk, which shows his level of chess skills.
Su Xinghe did not say anything, waved his sleeves and raised a black stone, which landed on the opposite side of Duan Yanqing's white stone. He immediately connected the line and captured a piece of white stone.
Duan Yanqing connected his crutches, shaking up a lot of stone chips, and took several steps back: "It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult."
He stared at the chessboard and said three "difficult" words in a row Character.
Ding Chunqiu walked behind him with his hands behind his back: "Prince Yanqing, it seems that your evil ways can't solve the Zhenlong chess game, so why not try the right way?"
"The right way..."
Duan Yanqing lowered his head, looking confused.
Ding Chunqiu said seductively: "That's right, you can't go back anymore. The dignified prince of Dali Kingdom and heir to the throne has been reduced to such a situation. It is really ridiculous. If you still want a little face, why not just do it? Just commit suicide and apologize."
He knew that this Zhenlong chess game would evolve into an illusion, and those who were not strong-willed would definitely get lost in it, so he took this as an opportunity to trick Duan Yanqing into committing suicide.
Sure enough, the fallen prince, who was obsessed with the throne, became more and more frustrated and desperate as he thought about it. The strength of the crutches loosened, he fell to his knees, held the crutches and inserted it into his own throat.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu stepped forward and patted his hands gently with his folding fan.
"Ding Chunqiu, you are indeed a despicable and shameless villain. You use such tricks to deceive people's hearts. If Prince Yanqing survives the disaster, God will definitely reward him. If you can't hold the great treasure again today, then tomorrow, tomorrow You can’t just think about the day after tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, there’s still next month, next year, even if you don’t do it, you still have sons, grandsons, great-grandchildren... Don’t you know that Foolish Old Man can move mountains and perseverance will eventually lead to success.”
Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan and sneered: "Mr. Murong, are you talking about yourself?"
Of course he didn't know that Murong Fu had already appointed Duan Yanqing as his adoptive father. The words sounded like they were talking about Murong Fu himself, but he never thought that Duan Yanqing would really calm down. The crutch that should have been inserted into his throat was inserted into the crack of the stone, and a round hole about an inch deep was made.
Murong Fu said: "Am I wrong? A son inherits his father's legacy, and most of them have the same relationship. It's not like the relationship between master and apprentice. Who knows, one day, the apprentice will stab him in the back."
"You!"
Ding Chunqiu turned to look at the crowd and found that many people were snickering.
I could only snort coldly, point to the chessboard and say: "Mr. Murong, there is no point in showing off your rhetoric. I want to see if your chess skills are better than your rhetoric."
Murong Fu chuckled, bang, opened the folding fan, fanned the wind in the cold weather, walked to the front of the stone trough, held up a white stone and pushed it hard, and the white stone flew to the empty space in the lower left corner of the chessboard.
Wang Yuyan looked at her charming cousin from behind, with a pair of autumn-cut eyes sparkling and full of stars.
Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian also smiled and were very proud of their son's performance.
Duan Yanqing knew Murong Fu’s motive for helping him, but in any case, this life was saved by his adopted son, so he spoke in ventriloquism: "Be careful, this Zhenlong chess game can induce "Inner Demon."
"Amitabha."
"Good, good."
At this moment, two figures, one red and one gray, accompanied it. Falling on the field.
"Monk Kong!"
Many people don't know Jiumozhi, the Tubo master, but the obscene monk Kong is like the shadow of a famous tree. Nowadays, anyone with some experience in the world of martial arts knows that there is such a great man in Shaolin Temple. Shameless traitor. "It's the young monk."
Chu Pingsheng put his hands together and smiled in greeting.
His monk's clothes were washed until they were slightly white, with wrinkles everywhere, two beads hanging on his chest were rotten, and the tops of his monk's shoes were worn with burrs. Sheng, Huiming and others are more like monks.
"Void, Void..."
When Xu Zhu saw an acquaintance, he couldn't suppress his excitement and waved to say hello. Huiming next to him glared at him. He was so frightened that he quickly collected his emotions and lowered his head. Then he remembered that he usually chopped firewood and boxed with him. The junior brother who worships Buddha and recites sutras has become a traitor in the Shaolin Temple. He deceives his master and destroys his ancestors, and commits adultery with his wife and daughter.
Chu Pingsheng ignored him and moved his eyes to Wang Yuyan. He was not surprised by her arrival, but just a little amused.
The two met their eyes. The girl, who was wearing a plain skirt and had a fairy spirit, showed displeasure. She turned her face away and concentrated on watching her cousin play chess.
Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan looked hateful and clenched the weapons in their hands.
Bao BuTong and Feng BoEi both died at the hands of Monk Kong Kong. If Murong Fu had not warned them many times that they had not fallen out with Monk Kong Kong, they would have stabbed him with a sword.
"It's him, it's him, it's this monk who stole the sacred wood king tripod. Master... you kill him quickly."
A'Zi had the loudest voice in the audience.
Seeing the arrival of Chu Pingsheng, the daughter of King Zhennan, who had looked like a frustrated little daughter-in-law just now, suddenly became energetic.
“Are you the empty monk?”
Ding Chunqiu walked towards Chu Pingsheng with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, the monk's name is empty."
"The sacred wooden king tripod is on your body?"
"Monks don't lie, it is indeed on the monk's body."
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After asking these two questions, Ding Chunqiu suddenly changed his target: "National Preceptor, you and him..."
Xingxiu Sea is within the territory of Tubo, so he naturally knows Jiumozhi.
“The young monk and Master Kong met by chance at the foot of the mountain and agreed to go together.”
“That’s it, that’s it.”
Speaking of the second “that’s it”, Ding Chun Qiu made a brazen sneak attack and slapped Chu Pingsheng on the back. His violent energy caused dead leaves on the ground to rise and dust to rise.
But he saw his opponent swaying and moving away.
Ding Chunqiu pointed his toes slightly, rubbed his body, waved his long sleeves, and slapped the second palm.
Kang Guangling, Fan Bailing and others in the Eight Friends of Hangu retreated and hid far away, because they knew better than anyone else that Uncle Ding, who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, was full of poison, let alone being poisoned. In his Huigong Dafa, even the dust raised by the exertion of energy may contain some kind of poisonous powder. Only a master with extremely deep internal strength can rely on his internal strength to keep out the poison.
From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that Ding Chunqiu is a source of humanoid poison.
Even Jiumozhi showed enough fear and jumped away from the two men's battle group. He happened to land next to two of Murong Fu's retainers. The scholar who looked at people said: "Two guys who bully their teachers and destroy their ancestors are fighting, so they are right."
Deng Baichuan was fat, with his hands folded in the loose sleeves of his robe, looking like a He is a country squire, but his slightly bulging temples betray his character as a master of the family.
"It's just a dog biting a dog."
On the other side, Ding Chunqiu summoned the wandering dragon, the tiger and the tiger were full of wind, and slapped twelve palms in a row. The random palm wind more than doubled the size of the battlefield.
Chu Pingsheng fell into a passive state, hiding all the time, stepping on the left, tilting the right, often tilting his head, and occasionally jumping.
"The breed of dogs in the north and the lecherous monks in the south are nothing more than that." Ding Chunqiu held out his palms and had the energy to sarcastically say: "Monk, hand over the sacred wooden king tripod. I will spare your life today. Why? Like?”
(End of this chapter)