Chen Qingyuan wears a plain long shirt and has an elegant temperament.
"Sister."
Seeing Song Ningyan returning, Chen Qingyuan was still relatively happy, and the trace of sadness in his heart dissipated.
For the next half an hour, everyone talked a lot and talked about their experiences.
It is not surprising that with Song Ningyan's talent, she can get the inheritance of ancient energy.
"There are less than ten years left. To be safe, I don't want to act alone."
At the last moment, accidents are very easy to happen. If you really encounter a big crisis and lose your life, it will be unlucky.
No one objected to this proposal.
The more this time, the more cautious you should be.
In addition, Chen Qingyuan and others have gained a lot, and there is no need to take risks again.
"Lao Zi has no regrets. Lao Chen, you can't play tricks."
"Nonsense, am I a bad person?"
"Oh..."
Everyone stayed on the withered star and barren mountains. Some people played chess, some people tasted tea, and others whispered.
Wu Junyan sat on the edge of the cliff, let the cold wind come to his face and make his clothes rattle. He was secretly studying the fragment of the imperial soldier in his body, and the wisp of vertical lines in the center of his eyebrows flashed from time to time, containing supreme mystery.
On the other side, Changsun Qian has been staring at Wu Junyan's back, with affection and refusing to move her eyes. She often whispered to Song Ningyan and told her inner words.
The Taoist Buddha makes tea alone, and the fragrance is overflowing, enjoying the quiet moment.
Changsun Fengye and Chen Qingyuan have been playing chess. The black and white are fighting on the chessboard, and the situation is fierce.
"It doesn't make sense!"
After three consecutive defeats, Changsun Fengye began to doubt himself, and his expression was more strange.
Thinking about those years, Chen Qingyuan was not the opponent of Changsun Fengye at all, and he often regretted chess or played tricks.
Nowadays, Changsun Fengye is difficult to fight and difficult to walk.
"I used to let you, do you understand?"
Chen Qingyuan began to brag nonsense, with a bright smile and a proud face.
In the past, his cultivation was far less than that of Changsun Fengye, and it was slightly difficult for the power of the soul to control the chess pieces. After all kinds of hardships and hardships, his strength has improved greatly. Of course, Chen Qingyuan's chess skills have improved.
"I don't believe it."
Changsun Fengye doesn't believe in this evil.
The more so, the more difficult it is to turn the table.
After more than a dozen games in a row, Chen Qingyuan was not defeated, and he was very lonely.
Looking at Changsun Fengye's bitter face, Chen Qingyuan came forward and patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "Lao Feng, it's okay. Let's work hard slowly. The future will be long."
"Get out of here." Changsun Fengye shook his shoulder, stared at the chessboard, and gritted his teeth and said, "You must have cheated, otherwise why can you see through the situation before me every time?"
"Talent, you can't learn it."
There is no foundation. Do you think it's a joke?
The chess competition is the soul and the chess art. Chen Qingyuan used to be very difficult, because his cultivation fell too far behind. Now he slowly catches up, and the advantages of the foundation are naturally shown.
One day, a guest came to the dead star.
Uninvited.
The quiet life of everyone was temporarily broken, staring at this person with a solemn expression.
"I met all of you Taoist friends in Lu Nanxian."
The visitor is Lu Nanxian, the most legendary pride of Confucianism, dressed in simple black and white clothes, long hair and crowns, and scholar dress.
He is a vulgar scholar. He is nearly 100 years old and is about to die of old age.
Suddenly, one day, he opened his wisdom, studied and entered the Tao, directly crossed the six realms of the body, thinking about the golden elixir. Later, his cultivation was thousands of miles a day, and his strength was so strong that countless heavenly prides in Dizhou did not dare to compete with him.
"What did he do here?"
Everyone looked at Lu Nanxian, who was standing in the void, and was puzzled.
"Lu Daoyou is here. What's the matter?"
Chen Qingyuan stepped forward a few steps and asked with his fists.
"Redeem something."
Lu Nanxian is polite.
"Redeem something? What does this mean?
To be honest, Chen Qingyuan really doesn't know.
"A few years ago, the Confucian people secretly ambushed all their Taoist friends, but they were robbed by you. They deserved it." Lu Nanxian said in a flat tone, "However, some books of Confucianism are more precious. I want to redeem things. I hope Chen Daoyou can be accommodated."
"This is the matter." Chen Qingyuan remembered that he was indeed attacked by a group of Confucian students a few years ago, and later robbed all their things: "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."
For the sake of Lu Nanxian's humble attitude, Chen Qingyuan did not refuse.
Reach out and don't hit the smiling face.
Because there are too many things on Chen Qingyuan, it is somewhat troublesome to find a few books in a pile of universe bags and Xumi rings.
After half of the incense, Chen Qingyuan finally found it. It turned out to be in the corner of a ring.
There are a total of five books, and the cover is dark blue. Chen Qingyuan has read them before. It is not a divine channel method, but an ordinary Confucian scripture.
"Is this it?"
Chen Qingyuan took the book and gave a glance.
"Exactly." Lu Nanxian has been staring at the books, and his eyes are precious: "I know that the Confucian people are wrong first, and I don't hate all of your Taoist friends. Therefore, I would like to take out resources in exchange for books.
In fact, the book itself is not precious. It is very much in the interior of Confucianism, and it can be engraved at any time. However, Lu Nanxian felt that the sage book was a priceless treasure, and he should do his best to find it back without abandoning it.
Perhaps it is because of Lu Nanxian's naked heart that he has achieved his extraordinary.
"It's just a few books. You don't need to be so polite. Take it!"
Chen Qingyuan handed over the books through the air very generously.
"This... It's not appropriate!"
Lu Nanxian didn't accept it immediately, which was a little embarrassing.
"There is nothing wrong. If Lu Daoyou insists on bidding for redemption, I don't want to."
Chen Qingyuan said.
"In that case, I will accept it shamelessly. Thank you very much."
At this point, Lu Nanxian had to hold the book carefully in his arms and thanked him.
"You're welcome."
Chen Qingyuan smiled.
After Lu Nanxian left, everyone looked at Chen Qingyuan with strange eyes, as if they had seen some rare species.
Is this really Chen Qingyuan who has plucked hair?
Changsun Fengye said, "Lao Chen, you don't take any benefits. It's not like you!"
"Short-sighted." Chen Qingyuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said what he thought in his heart: "Lu Nanxian is the best fresh blood of Confucianism. He may become a new generation of leaders of Confucianism in the day. A few books left a good impression on him. Maybe he can also owe him a small favor, which is more precious than how many spiritual stones.
"Deep-sighted!"
Changsun Fengye suddenly realized and raised a thumbs up.
"If you encounter trouble in Dizhou in the future, you should not be rejected if you ask him to do me a small favor."
Chen Qingyuan doesn't know whether to use this little favor or not. He is prepared. Multiple friends are always better than multiple enemies.
Everyone's eyes suddenly changed, as if to say, "It's worthy of you."