Chapter 239 A Line of Handwriting

"It's late at night, why are we playing chess at this time?"

Lu Zhichun frowned, wondering why he let this old man into the house.

"In this Mi Village, I have played so many games with others that I am tired of playing chess. Now I meet you, and I am addicted to playing chess. I hope you can help me."

The old man was smiling, and he had already set up the chessboard, waiting for Lu Zhichun to sit down.

"I am a little tired today, I am afraid I don't have the energy to play chess with you."

Lu Zhichun looked at the old man, and then at the chessboard, and there was always a bad feeling in his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but Lu Zhichun decided to follow his inner feelings.

"It's not too late, it's not too late. Everything is not too late."

The old man laughed softly, picked up the chess piece in his hand, and put it on the chessboard in front of him.

Lu Zhichun looked at the chessboard, his eyes were dazed, and he couldn't help closing his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Lu Zhichun found that he was already sitting opposite the old man. Just as his right hand was raised from the chessboard, he had already made a move.

In addition to practicing, Lu Zhichun's only big hobby is playing chess. Seeing that he had already made a move, he immediately put aside other emotions and played chess seriously.

But Lu Zhichun didn't realize that with each move, his own spirit and energy weakened. Each point seems to be imperceptible, but a little bit of sand makes a tower, and a little bit of fur makes a coat.

Many things can't withstand such a little loss. Even if it is a strong cultivation in the realm of training, this kind of loss over a long period of time is enough to destroy a person.

Lu Zhichun was completely focused on the chessboard and didn't notice the loss of his cultivation. And the old man seemed to be very good at chess. Every move made Lu Zhichun fascinated.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lu Zhichun's loss of cultivation was already comparable to a set of exercises he had practiced outside before. And this chessboard, looking at the rhythm, has just begun.

On the other side, in Hua Daohong's house, the two of them had been drinking together without knowing when.

When drinking with a good friend, a thousand cups are not enough. Hua Daohong is a wine lover. The wine brought by the old man is not only fragrant, but also has an endless aftertaste after drinking, which makes people want to drink one cup after another.

When Hua Daohong drinks, he is not tasting the wine most of the time, nor does he like to drink while chatting. He just enjoys the process of drinking. If there is someone next to him who is willing to drink with him, even if it is silent, it is a pleasure for Hua Daohong.

Just like at this moment, the two of them did not talk at all, but poured one cup after another into their mouths, as if they were drinking alcohol.

Hua Daohong saw the posture of the old man drinking, which really suited his appetite. He couldn't help but smile, raised the fragrant wine in his hand, and poured it into his mouth.

But Hua Daohong didn't find that every time he finished a cup, the breath on his body would decrease by one point. At this time, the old man would pour himself a cup and then pour it into his mouth.

The cups of wine in the old man's hand are actually Hua Daohong's cultivation. Hua Daohong personally cut off his own cultivation bit by bit and gave it to the old man as wine.

But at this moment, Hua Daohong did not notice this, but was immersed in the joy of drinking and could not extricate himself.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, half an hour, an hour!

Hua Daohong's heart suddenly felt a shock, and the wine that was about to be poured into his mouth stopped there. Hua Daohong's eyes were originally turbid, but because of this shock, they suddenly recovered a little clarity.

Hua Daohong felt the weakness of his body, not only his body, but his whole spirit was at a low level, as if he had not slept for several days and nights.

"What's wrong with me?"

Hua Daohong looked at the wine glass in his hand. At this moment, in Hua Daohong's eyes, it seemed that this was no longer wine, but a poison that penetrated the intestines. Although Hua Daohong did not understand the matter, he instinctively knew that this wine could no longer be drunk.

If he drank it again, he might be afraid that something he didn't want to happen would happen.

"How much have you drunk? Why do you stop?" the old man urged.

"No more, go back, I want to rest!" Hua Daohong stood up and ordered him to leave.

"If you don't like the taste of this drink, I have other ones. How about you try this one?"

The old man waved at Hua Daohong with a cold smile on his face. Hua Daohong sat back on his chair in a trance, holding the drink in his hand, and had already drunk most of it.

"Puff!"

If it were in the past, Hua Daohong would definitely continue to drink more after drinking most of the drink. But the shock just now was still there, and Hua Daohong directly spit out the drink.

"Get out!"

Hua Daohong threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the wine glass immediately broke into pieces. Hua Daohong's sea of ​​consciousness was slightly clear, and the feeling of confusion was not as obvious as before.

The old man nodded at Hua Daohong with a cold smile on his face, and left Hua Daohong's house with the drink.

Hua Daohong stood at the edge of the bed, looking around, feeling uneasy and frightened. A strong desire to leave here came to his mind. But soon, this desire began to gradually decrease.

A strange force suppressed Hua Daohong's thoughts, and at the same time, sleepiness came. Hua Daohong sat on the bed unconsciously, resisting this sleepiness and not letting himself really fall asleep.

In Lu Zhichun's room, the floor was full of scattered chess pieces. Lu Zhichun looked gloomy, looking at the old man in front of him, a murderous intent emerged from his heart, but this murderous intent soon dissipated inexplicably.

"The chessboard has been scattered, let's end this game!" Lu Zhichun said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, I'll come see you next time."

The old man had a cold smile on his face, looking at Lu Zhichun, as if he was looking at a piece of delicious fat meat, the greed in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes, making people shudder.

Lu Zhichun said nothing, watching the old man leave, his eyes full of thoughts.

This place is too wrong, I can't stay like this. Lu Zhichun took a step forward, and suddenly a feeling of fatigue came over him. This fatigue was so strong that even Lu Zhichun could hardly resist it, and the whole person couldn't help but fall to the ground.

It was so difficult to resist sleepiness, leaving directly became a luxury.

In front of Chen Fei's hut, Chen Fei had already asked the woman to leave the house, and the woman was holding a piece of paper in her hand, with a painting on it that looked like a child's graffiti.

It was hard to tell what was drawn on it, and it was a bit of a compliment to say it was graffiti.

"Sir, I just want a painting, why are you so cruel!"

The woman's shoulders were half exposed at this moment, and she stood a little higher, so she could even see a lot of things that could not be seen. But Chen Fei's expression did not move, and he did not show any emotion.

I don't know if it was the energy that he got inexplicably during the day that made Chen Fei's mind relatively clear. The food in his stomach and the wine he drank, along with the automatic operation of the Dragon-Suppressing Elephant, had already disappeared a lot of the confusion that brought Chen Fei at this moment.

So when the woman appeared and asked for a painting, Chen Fei instinctively felt that something was wrong. No matter how enthusiastic the villagers were, there was no way to do things this way.

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman were alone, and then they asked to draw a picture for me. Chen Fei could draw, but in this case, how could he dare to draw for the woman.

Chen Fei didn't know what would happen if he drew, but he didn't dare to draw.

There were several times when Chen Fei was in a trance, and he had already picked up the charcoal pencil and had already put the pen on the paper, and his desire to draw was even greater, but Chen Fei directly restrained himself, and then simply began to doodle, drawing something that made no sense.

Anyway, Chen Fei just didn't draw the specific appearance of this woman.

As for the woman's constant display of her figure and the suggestive words, none of them aroused Chen Fei's feelings.

This scene was really too strange. A woman suddenly came to show her goodwill to you. Chen Fei's first reaction was whether there was any conspiracy in it.

"With such a level, I am disappointed with the girl!" Chen Fei said with a cupped hand.

The smile on the woman's face gradually disappeared, leaving only the inhuman coldness. She glanced at Chen Fei, the paper in her hand turned into pieces, and the woman turned and left.

Chen Fei frowned slightly, closed the door, and his willingness to leave here was raised to the maximum.

But before Chen Fei could take any measures, a sense of sleepiness suddenly came over him, and Chen Fei could not help but hold the wall. The sleepiness was so strong that it directly occupied all of Chen Fei's thoughts and he could no longer think about other things.

I don't know how long it took, the sleepiness slowly disappeared, and Chen Fei's brain began to work gradually.

"What did I want to do just now?"

Chen Fei looked around in a daze. There should have been something very important just now, but Chen Fei found that he had forgotten it again.

"Again?"

Chen Fei frowned. This feeling of forgetting things was really too bad, and Chen Fei found that this situation seemed to be continuing?

At the time of Chen, the village chief knocked on the door one by one and invited Chen Fei and the other two to the open space yesterday. As yesterday, all the villagers stood aside at this moment, silently looking at Chen Fei and the other two, without saying a word.

Chen Fei looked at Lu Zhichun and the other two, and found that their state seemed a little strange, but he couldn't tell where it was strange.

"Mi Village sincerely welcomes anyone who comes here. Yesterday, the three of you taught us the skills, which benefited us a lot and also saw your sincerity. In return, Mi Village is also willing to give you some of our treasured things, hoping that they will be useful to you."

After the village chief finished speaking, several villagers came out.

"Gathering wind, a little trick, please don't laugh at me!"

One of the old women took a step forward, looked at Chen Fei and the other two with a gloomy look, pointed forward with one finger, and the area of ​​several meters suddenly fluctuated. A gust of wind appeared out of thin air under the old woman, and the old woman slowly floated up.

The eyes of Lu Zhichun and the others lit up. Even though their spiritual wisdom was suppressed, Lu Zhichun and the others could see that this was an extremely powerful move, extraordinary.

"Gathering wind, this technique..." The old woman directly explained the essence of the gathering wind technique one by one, and it took half an hour to finish the gathering wind technique.

But Lu Zhichun and the others did not realize that as they listened to the lecture, their tops of the head were constantly emitting energy, even Chen Fei was no exception.

Chen Fei was listening fascinatedly, and suddenly found a line of handwriting in his eyes that was constantly jumping.

Why did a line of handwriting appear in the eyes?