Chapter 119 The Three Xiaoyao Masters Gathered
Today, when I see my junior brother again, he has become such a horrible appearance and his life is coming to an end, but I can no longer feel any resentment towards him.

Tong Piaoyun's lips trembled slightly, and tears flowed down unconsciously, "Junior brother."

Wuyazi raised his cloudy eyes and looked towards the sunlight. When he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank. "Master, Senior Sister?"

Murong Ji sighed lightly, turned around and left, leaving the time to them.

At the end of life, many grudges are no longer important.

outside.

It was almost noon, and the Leigushan Valley was almost completely surrounded by people, and those here were not just martial artists.

There are also people from various aristocratic families.

The Song Dynasty emphasized culture over military power. The military here does not refer to martial arts, but to military weapons.

Martial arts masters are looked up to wherever they go, and everyone wants to reach the top in one step.

In front of the Zhenlong chessboard, only a few can make a move. Most people fall into illusions and become possessed by inner demons as soon as they step forward.

"Old Immortal Xingxiu! His magic power is boundless!"

"Xingxiu Old Immortal! His martial arts are unrivaled!"

……

The monks of Shaolin Temple, the heroes of Beggar Gang, and the Duan family of Dali.

Forces of all sizes gathered at Leigushan in one morning.

Su Xinghe sat steadily in front of the chessboard, closed his eyes and rested, not talking to anyone and not paying attention to anyone.

Duan Yanqing, leaning on a cane, walked step by step into the valley, while the disciples of Yipintang in front of him cleared the way.

Behind him were Ye Erniang, Yun Zhonghe, and a group of Yipintang masters. Among the Yipintang crowd was a sedan chair carried by eight people.

The outer layer of the sedan chair is a pure white gauze curtain, and the middle layer is a gold-thread brocade satin embroidered with a picture of a rising phoenix.

The innermost layer is an extremely simple and elegant pink and white color, and it is impossible to tell what material it is made of.

But one thing is certain, this is for royal family only.

Looking at the display at Xixia Yipintang, you can tell who is inside. Rumor has it that there is a peerless master in charge of Xixia Yipintang.

In the past, everyone thought that person was Duan Yanqing. In the subsequent battles, Duan Yanqing's fighting ability fluctuated and was difficult to estimate.

Someone spread the rumor that the peerless master was the Queen Mother of Western Xia.

No one knows how high his martial arts skills are.

Duan Yanqing walked into the valley, glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Duan Yu and the little monk beside him, and finally looked at Zhu Danchen.

Then he looked at the masters of the Dali Duan family behind him. Some of them had such a powerful aura that he could tell at a glance that they were monks from the Tianlong Temple.

He turned his gaze away and bowed to the sedan chair, "Your Majesty, we have arrived at Leigushan."

"Ah."

The next moment, a figure flew out from the curtain of the sedan chair and rushed towards the depths of the valley.

Su Xinghe jumped up, "Uncle Master! Are you going to humiliate my master like this? You won't even give him the last peace?! I would rather die than..."

Before he could finish his words, his figure had already blocked Li Qiu Shui's way. Before he could make contact with that figure, he felt a pain under his feet.

Looking down, Ding Chunqiu grabbed his ankle and pulled Su Xinghe down from the air. "Brother! Why are you in such a hurry? Go and guard the chessboard!"

With a sudden throw, he pushed Su Xinghe back onto the mat.

Ding Chunqiu looked at the figure flying into the valley with eyes full of obsession. He staggered a few steps, wanting to chase into the valley, but suddenly came to his senses and his face gradually stiffened.

If I go up like this, she will beat me to death, right? ! ! Ding Chunqiu took a long time to calm down, and turned around. His old face seemed to be a little younger.

He seemed to have returned to that time, when he was in his prime and had unrivaled martial arts skills.

Ding Chunqiu walked towards Su Xinghe step by step.

"Xingxiu old monster! What do you want to do?!"

Seven or eight people instantly stood in front of Su Xinghe and looked at Ding Chunqiu with extreme vigilance.

Ding Chunqiu was in a good mood and didn't bother to pay attention to them. He swung his fist and directly knocked several people back, then walked step by step to Su Xinghe.

The two brothers just looked at each other, neither of them giving in.

Then Ding Chunqiu laughed, and looked towards the cliff behind Su Xinghe, and then at the huge chessboard.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the Tibetan state teacher Jiumozhi came flying in from the sky, landed on the ground with a "bang", and then walked out from the crowd.

He glanced at everyone, not caring much, and walked towards Su Xinghe, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, I am Jiumozhi, nice to meet you, Mr. Su."

Su Xinghe nodded, said no more, stretched out his hand to signal, and just went on playing chess.

On the other side, Murong Ji was waiting outside, feeling a little bored. He leaned against the window, from where he could just look down at the situation in the valley.

The sight line is fine, but it makes it difficult for people below to discover the mystery in the valley. Standing here, you can not only see the Zhenlong chessboard.

You can also see the mysterious formations in the valley, which are unpredictable.

Murong Ji's eyes lit up as he watched, "Is this a formation?!" It was as if he was transforming the power of heaven and earth for his own use.

The world inside the valley is almost free for you to do whatever you want.

Man is as weak as an ant in front of heaven and earth. If heaven and earth want to kill a person, it only takes a thought.

Murong Ji felt his scalp tingling. This method was truly unpredictable. His cultivation was already very high, and he could clearly sense the murderous intent in the valley.

"If I could only learn..."

"Thank you." Li Qiu Shui's voice suddenly came from behind.

Murong Ji came back to his senses instantly and turned to look. Li Qiu Shui looked haggard, but at this moment there was a kind of morbid beauty in her.

"You are here. The Child-Father of Tianshan is also inside."

Li Qiu Shui paused, hesitated, and after a moment of silence, she walked into the stone chamber again.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows and followed. If Li Qiu Shui suddenly went crazy and killed the two of them, he would be in trouble.

Leaning against the door, quietly eating the melon of Xiaoyao Sanlao, isn't this more exciting than Qiong Yao's drama? ! !

As soon as Li Qiushui came in, Wuyazi and Tong Piaoyun, who were chatting enthusiastically, suddenly fell silent.

He stared at Li Qiu Shui in a daze, his eyes full of wondering why she was here.

When Li Qiushui saw Wuyazi's look, the corners of her mouth trembled, but she couldn't say the word "husband" after all.

Tears fell silently, but the voice that came out was a little hoarse, "Master, Senior Brother."

He glanced at Tong Piaoyun and hatred instantly rose in his heart. After thinking about it, he suppressed his anger and did not flare up.

Wuyazi seemed to have just come to his senses. He opened his mouth and wanted to scold her, but found that he seemed to have no resentment towards her anymore.

At this point, his life has come to an end. After thirty years of suffering from illness, what else could he care more about?
Can't let go?! Whether you can let go or not, it doesn't matter anymore.

The most important thing now is to pass on the inheritance. The master's inheritance cannot be lost in my hands.

　There are three more chapters. I'll post them during the day. Good night.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)