In the cave of Turbid Peak.
Zhao Gongming frowned and finally placed the chess piece down.
In an instant, the universe surged on the small chessboard.
With just one black piece, the entire chessboard's layout suddenly changed, and chaos qi actually seeped out.
"Hmm?"
Qin Chuan put down the teacup in his hand and raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at Zhao Gongming in surprise.
"Does Fellow Daoist Ming Gong want to fight to the death with me?”
Zhao Gongming nodded firmly.
To him now, this game of chess was equivalent to the battle between the two sects in the apotheosis.
Even if Jie School was no match for Chan School, he had to bite off a piece of meat from Chan School and make them feel bad.
However, Qin Chuan shook his head at Zhao Gongming's move.
"Fellow Daoist's chess arrangement has always been neutral and peaceful.”
"Although my white chess piece is aggressive, you can play it safe and wait for the change.”
"But after you placed your chess piece, you put yourself in a passive position because you risked your life to fight me.”
"If I use a white chess piece to cut him, this game will end within ten moves.”
After Qin Chuan finished speaking, he thought for a moment and said.
"Playing chess is the same as cultivation. You must guard against arrogance and impatience. Even if you are at a disadvantage, you must cultivate a state of mind that is calm in the face of changes.”
"Only in this way can we be invincible and find a way to break through.”
Alright, this was the last reminder.
If this fellow was still so stubborn and obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, then let him go.
Qin Chuan saw Zhao Gongming's frown and did not disturb him. He stood up and prepared to go out to relax.
Playing chess with such a lousy chess player for an entire day was really tiring.
Beside the chessboard, Zhao Gongming was frowning. Qin Chuan's words made him come to a realization.
That's right, he was too anxious.
Now that they were about to become gods, although Chan School was pressing on step by step, as long as Jie School's foundation did not fall, they still had room to deal with it.
What was the foundation of Jie School? It was naturally Sect Master Tongtian, who had yet to come out of seclusion!
At this moment, Zhao Gongming felt as if he had caught something, but it was not clear.
His foundation was still there, but how could he deal with it?
Although Jie School was known as the Ten Thousand Immortals, there were also twelve Golden Immortals in Chan School.
Now, the entire Primordial World knew that there were two Saints supporting Chan School.
There were even rumors that Chan School and the Western Sect had reached an agreement.
When he really became a god, he might support Chan School.
There were four saints, two doctrines, and Master Tongtian.
No matter how one looked at it, this should be a dead end.
Zhao Gongming's heart was extremely gloomy.
Circling technique, what other Circling technique was there!!!
……
At this moment, outside the cave abode, Qin Chuan was sitting on a bamboo chair with Whitey in his arms.
In the distance, the purple qi within 3,000 miles was vast and mighty, seemingly enveloping the entire Turbid Peak.
"This kind of spectacle is not only done by He Shen. It's really magnificent.”
Qin Chuan couldn't help but praise.
He suddenly recalled some myths and legends from his previous life.
When Lao Tzu went west to Hangu Pass and turned Hu into Buddha, he seemed to have triggered purple qi for three thousand miles.
He didn't know if the commotion at that time was as spectacular as the one in front of him.
Why don't you draw another picture of me coming out of seclusion?
It seemed pretty good.
Qin Chuan leisurely picked up the purple clay teapot at his feet and took a sip of tea, his face filled with enjoyment.
In his embrace, Little White looked at Qin Chuan's expression and didn't know what to say.
Wasn't this purple gas formed by the tea fragrance that floated out of the tea you brewed?
Who knew what kind of god would do such a thing? Was it really good to praise him like this?
Forget it. How could mortals like us guess the thoughts of a Saint?
Whitey saw Qin Chuan's calm expression and her eyes revealed helplessness.
She simply lay in Qin Chuan's embrace and dozed off.
However, just as Whitey's eyelids drooped, three divine rainbows suddenly descended from the sky and landed at the entrance of the cave abode.
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