Chapter 145 Rules
The fourth pot!
Yang Jian realized something instantly.

He kept his guess in his heart and waited for confirmation later.

As the teapot boils, the air becomes filled with aroma.

Hongjun was about to pour the tea, but before he finished, he suddenly remembered something.

"I almost forgot. The taste of this tea needs to wait a while. It's too hot now and the taste is not good."

Then he brought the chessboard over and motioned Yang Jian to play a game with him.

Yang Jian waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he didn't know how to do it at all.

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

Hongjun waved his hand and left no room for Yang Jian to refuse.

Yang Jian couldn't refuse. Thinking of Fairy Caixia's instructions for him not to disobey Hongjun, he could only sit down.

He didn't know how to play chess.

After Hongjun's brief explanation, Yang Jian understood that this was actually the Go in his previous life.

After playing two or three games simply.

Yang Jian finally understood the basic rules.

Hongjun smiled and said, "The game of Go is just like all living beings. They struggle hard, and ultimately all they want is a way to survive. However, they don't know that what awaits the chess pieces is only reincarnation again and again."

Yang Jian agreed: "Senior, what you said makes sense."

"Without any stakes, I always feel a little unhappy!"

Hongjun suddenly abandoned his son and said.

Yang Jian thought to himself, who am I, and what treasure can I take out to gamble with you, old man?

It seemed like he had discovered Yang Jian’s thoughts.

Taoist Hongjun slapped his head, as if he remembered something.

He took out a wooden box from his arms and opened it, revealing three lotus seeds neatly stacked inside.

Each one is crystal clear and has an extraordinary aura, as if there are infinite possibilities hidden in it.

There were tiny characters on it, like some kind of mark, but Yang Jian was too far away to see the characters clearly at the moment.

Yang Jian was puzzled.

Hongjun smiled and said, "These are the lotus seeds of the Green Lotus of Creation. Each one can evolve into an innate creature, or return a magic weapon to its innate state. These lotus seeds are the stakes between you and me. If you can win a round from me, I will give you one, but you have to do me a favor."

"Senior, do you really mean what you said?"

Yang Jian asked in disbelief.

If the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his sleeve had the help of lotus seeds, it could be upgraded to an innate spiritual treasure.

"If you can win, it's your ability!"

There was cunning in the eyes of Taoist Hongjun.

Yang Jian pondered in his mind that the current gamble was in his favor no matter how he looked at it.

"What do you need me to do, senior?"

"Do you think you can win? As for what, you will know when the time comes."

Hongjun said nonchalantly, as if he was not afraid at all that Yang Jian would win.

Then, the chess pieces on the chessboard automatically returned to the box.

The chess game starts again.

After all, Yang Jian was a novice in chess. Even though he thought hard and racked his brains, he was still defeated by Hongjun.

Soon, he lost two games in a row.

At the side, the tabby cat suddenly came over and pestered him to play with him.

Yang Jian was extremely annoyed.

The lotus seeds in front of Hongjun were like radishes that fell in front of him. He could only look at them but could not eat them.

Just after the third game started, Hongjun's expression suddenly turned cold: "My friend, you better be careful. If you lose~~ Since Haotian left, this courtyard of the Taoist priest has been too quiet. Now we are still short of a doorman. My friend, you should stay here."

what!
Yang Jian was shocked.

He was about to say something.

Hongjun seemed to be a prophet: "I only said that if you win, I will give you the lotus seeds, but you didn't ask what would happen if you lose. Here, you have to follow the rules. If you win, you take the bet away, and if you lose, you stay."

Hearing this, Yang Jian felt it was extremely strange.

With Hongjun's strength, even if he forced Yang Jian to stay and be his boy, Yang Jian would not have the ability to refuse at all.

But he had to go through such a big circle. Is there some restriction on his actions?
"Senior, do you also have to abide by the rules?" Yang Jian asked.

"That's natural."

Hongjun blew his beard and glared, feeling indignant at Yang Jian's questioning.

"Yang Jian is naturally willing to be the senior's disciple."

Yang Jian said casually.

Hongjun's eyes lit up: "Then you can just admit defeat in the third round."

Yang Jian shook his head: "Yang Jian still wants to give it a try. After all, although this place is good, it lacks the human touch."

Hongjun nodded without denying and picked up a black piece and was about to make the first move.

"Wait a minute, Senior. Yang Jian has another request."

Yang Jian suddenly spoke up to stop him.

"Oh?"

Hongjun looked at it with great interest: "My friend, please feel free to talk."

Yang Jian stared at the chess piece in Hongjun's hand with a burning gaze and said, "Senior, you have always played black first. In this third game, Yang Jian dares to switch with you."

The voice just fell.

Hongjun pushed the black chess piece over, wanting to see what Yang Jian was capable of.

Yang Jian picked up a black piece and suddenly dropped it to the center of the chessboard, landing on Tianyuan.

Hongjun almost laughed out loud: "I thought you were so confident. I just told you the principle of gold horns, silver edges and grass bellies. Now you actually made a move at the Tianyuan point, which is a stupid move among stupid moves. Don't tell people that I taught you chess when you go out in the future!"

Yang Jian curled the corner of his mouth, signaling Hongjun to make his move.

His left hand was stroking the cat that had been making trouble around him.

The next moment, something suddenly appeared in his hand, and its shape seemed round.

The moment it appeared, the cat stood up, excitedly waiting for Yang Jian to throw it to it to play with.

Sure enough, the raccoon cat’s nature could not overcome its love for balls.

Just when Hongjun was about to make his move.

Yang Jian placed the elixir of immortality on the chessboard, and saw it rolling around.

The next moment, a figure suddenly rushed out. Looking at its momentum, it seemed that it was unstoppable and unmatched. Its four claws flashed with cold light as it pounced on the elixir of immortality.

"Meow~"

In an instant, the places on the table that had touched the cat's claws were scratched, the bamboo table broke, and the debris on it fell over.

This cat was indeed no ordinary creature, just as Yang Jian had expected. It even casually pressed the real dragon it had caught under its claws and treated the dragon's scales as nothing. How could it be ordinary?

Plus, ordinary things wouldn’t appear in this small courtyard.

There is only one most ordinary guy here, and that is Yang Jian.

In the chaos, Hongjun could only protect the teapot. He picked up the teapot and hugged the still burning tea stove.

Then, the cat came running over with the elixir of immortality in its mouth, signaling Yang Jian to throw it out again.

Yang Jian picked up the elixir of immortality and put it into his sleeve, ignoring the cat's eager gaze.

He looked at the old Taoist in front of him and couldn't help but smile: "The chessboard is gone. According to the rules of the elders, is this considered a draw?"

Before the cat stepped on the chessboard and broke it, Yang Jian had already made his move first, and there were no white pieces on it.

So Yang Jian seized this opportunity.

Even if he used some tricks, as long as he took a step back, Taoist Hongjun would not say much.

Fairy Caixia told him not to disobey Hongjun and to follow his wishes in everything.

But he didn't want to.

In order to cope with the great calamity of the Conferred Gods, he first joined the Jiejiao Sect, went to the Heavenly Palace to present the Conferred Gods List, and met Nuwa to ask for the elixir of immortality. The hardships involved were unimaginable.

If he stayed here and became a boy, then all his previous actions would be meaningless.

What's more, this courtyard is extremely strange and I don't know what kind of restrictions it has.

Just looking at Hongjun's performance at this time, he doesn't look like a Taoist ancestor, but more like an old farmer.

"Good boy, you are playing tricks in front of me, you are really not afraid of death!"

Hongjun said with his eyes narrowed.

But at this moment, he was holding the teapot in his left hand, which looked quite funny as if he was holding the tea stove.

(End of this chapter)