As the saying goes, I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, because I am in this mountain. When the old man himself encounters a delusion, he cannot see through the mystery at a glance. If there is no reminder and enlightenment from others, he may never get out.

He has reached the level of transformation in his cultivation, and it is not that there are no people who can point him, but he has never met.

He never imagined that in the end his savior would be an outer disciple. The strength of this outer disciple seemed to have just stepped into the spiritual water realm. Why could he see through his own demonic barrier?

Could it be... Could it be that the "ancestors" of Biquan Xianzong pityed themselves and specially used the hand of a young man to enlighten it?

This young man is either unfathomable, or he has the natural ability to solve magic obstacles by playing chess!

Don't speculate on the identity of Xiao En Gong! Regardless of the type, the old man knows that he is benevolent to himself, and must repay him if he has the opportunity, even if he uses all the power of the entire Biquan Xianzong.

Chu Chen didn't know that the old man was surging at this time. For him, playing this game of chess was an extremely simple matter. As long as he relied on his terrifying spiritual sense, he would naturally see the old man's way out of the dilemma.

The old man saw Chu Chen's fall, and he instantly became sober.

As an elderly person, experience. Once I saw through the mystery, I was ecstatic for a moment. At the moment, he stopped playing chess, and sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes and started practicing.

The degree of the old man's madness is already very serious, and the waste veins in his body have almost been expanded to the limit, and it is about to replace the normal position of the meridians.

This degree of madness can be said to be a critical moment of life and death. If you are not careful, you may completely burst into death!

In his heart, the old man also had no hope for his own cultivation, so that he wanted Tong Meng to paint for himself as the last mark left to the world before he died.

But Chu Chen's guidance is tantamount to pointing out a bright road to the old man in the boundless darkness.

When the aura in the old man's body began to block, dredge, and guide the edges of the waste veins in the same way that the Chu Chen sunspot fell. In a short moment, the breath of the old man is like the rising tide, becoming stronger and more vigorous, as if a sleeping lion is gradually waking up, waves of unpredictable, mighty breath Continue to spread in all directions.

Tong Meng was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the old man was playing chess, and suddenly closed her eyes and began to adjust her breath and luck.

However, Chu Chen stretched out a finger, beckoning her not to disturb the old man, and let him enter into calm and breath adjustment.

At this time, the little hamster also looked extremely cautious, staring at the old man intently, observing the rapid changes in his body's aura.

It’s not a big thing to say it’s big, but it’s not a small thing. If you can't see through, if you continue to get into the trap, the best result is that your cultivation is completely useless, and if it is serious, you may even burst into death. There is no shortage of such examples in the history of Biquan Xianzong.

But once you see through the secrets, it's much easier to get better. Therefore, after only an hour, accompanied by a whistle shaking Jiuxiao, the old man sitting cross-legged suddenly got up!

In an instant, it was as if a giant dragon suddenly stood up. A spirit glow rushed up from the old man’s heavenly spirit cap, surging into the sky, and the energy in the void instantly rose to a peak. With a slight movement, the vast spiritual power surged in the body. There was a dull tsunami-like thick sound.

Looking at it again, the old man's originally haggard, apathetic, and wilting complexion finally passed a tinge of excitement.

The human body has seven meridians, eight meridians and 15 main meridians. There are twelve hidden veins of heavenly stems and earthly branches, 36 heavenly veins of Tiangang, and 72 earthly veins of Earth evil. The large and small meridians are all over the body, and it is impossible to count the number.

Since the "six rivers" chess game set by the old man only represents the luck route of the six important meridians in his body, according to the method suggested by Chu Chen, after recreating the discarded veins of these six important meridians, the old man has no symptoms of distraction. Completely recovered, but also got a great improvement.

Following this momentum, if you play chess with Chu Chen from time to time, it won't be long before all the waste veins in his body are hidden.

"Senior's chess skills are really deep, and juniors are willing to go down." Seeing the old man finally regaining his vitality, Chu Chen smiled slightly and bowed.

"Hahaha...Good! Good! Good! I really have a disciple like you in Biquan Xianzong, it is really the blessing of the sect!"

The old man saw his hope of getting rid of the predicament of getting rid of the devil, and the excitement in his heart could not be expressed in words. His expression was full of excitement. He looked at Chu Chen with relief and said three times in a row. His praise was beyond words.

"By the way, what's your name? Who is the master? Can anyone help you practice?" The old man laughed and waved his hand. He decided to treat Chu Chen, the "little expert" in the most ordinary manner.

Instructed Chu Chen to sit down and sit down on the edge of the stone table. With a wave of his big sleeves, he immediately cleaned up the remaining chess pieces on the table. The next moment, with the light flashing between his fingers, a set of exquisite jade tea set was placed personally. He made a pot of fragrant tea for Chu Chen, and asked in a gentle soft tone.

"The junior name Chu Chen~lightnovelpub.net~ is an outer disciple. He has not yet entered the inner door, so he hasn't worshipped any elder. Currently he is learning the art of refining medicine with the elder Lingxin."

"Oh, Lingxin. That Xiao Nizi's medicine refining technique can be considered so-so. If you can learn the way of cultivation without a teacher, it is also considered a blessing."

Chu Chen's heart was slightly confused. Who is Elder Lingxin? The first pharmacist of Biquan Xianzong, his status is unparalleled. In the entire Biquan Immortal Sect, whoever meets her must be treated with respect.

But such a character is called "Little Nizi" in this old man's mouth. He only gave a "so-so" appraisal for the refining technique that topped the entire sect. How good should this old man be? How high is your vision?

"Haha, since little friend Chu has no teacher, let's be considered as brothers. Although you and I are a little different in age, we see it right away. The chess game that little friend played with me today is really my life. The most refreshing time to play, hahaha..."

The old man smiled and said to Chu Chen, "You call me Old Brother Liu from now on. Or you can call me Old Man Liu. In the following days, if the little friend is free, he will come to me to sit and accompany you. Brother, I am playing chess, I must prepare tea and sprinkle it to wait!"