Chapter Six Hundred and Fifteen: Play Chess, Drink Tea
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"But that's fine. It's not a good thing for this kind of thing to flood the outside world."
Qi Le rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and decisively walked into the puppet maze.
He didn't want to join in the fun.
After all, avatars are basically useless props for Qi Le, whether in the new world mode or in the outside world.
Qi Le couldn't believe that this Erbi system would really kill his host.
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In a mountain range far from the Huangyuan Empire, there is a towering mountain that is like a sharp sword.
On the top of the cloud-shrouded mountain, there is a complex of dozens of halls.
And above the most majestic hall, there is a plaque.
On the top, it seems that three large characters were carved with a sword.
Imperial Sword Sect!
These three big characters have clear edges and corners, and there is an unstoppable sword energy between the lines.
It was as if he just glanced at him, worrying about whether he would be stabbed by this sharp sword energy.
In this hall, a middle-aged man and an old man are sitting opposite each other.
Between the two, there is a table of cases.
On the table, there is a chessboard.
On the side of the chessboard, there is also a pot of fragrant tea.
Nana's mist rose from the spout, filling the entire hall with the fragrance of tea.
On the chessboard, most of the black and white stones have fallen. If you look closely, you can see that the black stones are like sharp swords, and the white stones are like broken dragons.
The white man is exhausted.
"The chess master's chess power is still as high as before, and the old man is ashamed."
The old man held the chess for a while, and the white stone in his hand swayed several times, but in the end it did not land on the chessboard, and he could only put the white stone in his hand into the chess cup.
"Elder Yuchi, let it go."
The middle-aged man smiled casually and said calmly.
This middle-aged man is the current suzerain of the Swordsman Sect, Baili Fenghua.
A very polite name, just like the face of this middle-aged man, elegant and with a bookish atmosphere, like a bachelor who is full of poetry and books.
But if you underestimate the Sect Master of the Swordsman Sect because of this bookish air, that would be the most stupid thing.
Baili Fenghua can be called a heroic first person, which is definitely not a false name.
To this day, the souls of the dead under the sword of Baili Fenghua are unknown.
"Sect Master, how about another round?"
After the old man took all the white stones back into the chess cup, he said something with a bit of contentment.
This old man is one of the three elders of Swordsman Sect, Yu Chifeng.
The strength ranks second among the three elders.
But in terms of seniority, in today's Swordsman Sect, it is the oldest generation.
"Since Elder Yuchi wants to fight again, what's the harm in another round." Baili Fenghua still had a warm smile on his face, and put the black pieces on the chessboard into the chess cup.
Yuchifeng also raised the teapot and filled the teacup beside the two chess cups with a cup of fragrant tea.
Play chess and drink tea.
Cultivating temperament.
A few chess pieces fell, and a shout suddenly came from outside the hall.
"Sect Master, I'm back."
Following this shout, a blue-gray figure quickly walked into the hall and came to the table of the two.
But Baili Fenghua and Yuchifeng didn't seem to hear this shout, and they were still drinking tea and playing games.
"Sect Master, Elder Yuchi, why don't you speak?"
Le Zhengya stared at the two of them for a long time, and suddenly asked aloud.
"Elder Lezheng, you are a real gentleman who doesn't talk about chess, you don't know." Yuchifeng was interrupted by Le Zhengya's shouting, and he said helplessly.
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