As he spoke, the old man seemed to get into it and started giving examples.

"Just like Ling Jie treated you unfairly, is Ling Jie wrong?"

"From the perspective of the time, Ling Jie was indeed wrong, but what about looking back?"

"It was because Ling Jie treated you unfairly that it aroused something in you."

"In fact, it was precisely because Ling Jie treated you unfairly that you were able to comprehend the will of the Extreme Dao and even the power of the Extreme Dao later on. Do you think that Ling Jie was wrong?"

"Let's change our perspective. From Ling Jie's perspective, his actions may seem unfair to you, but to him, perhaps they are just revenge."

"You may not be aware of the grudge between him and Yi Yong. You may not be aware that what he pursues is no less than what you pursue..."

"Perhaps he, too, committed injustice to you for some noble pursuit!"

"Just like the injustice you just inflicted on the Shadow Guards who died... you thought it was a necessary sacrifice..."

"Then, perhaps Ling Jie that day also considered you a necessary sacrifice?"

Zhou Buzhou thought about it and felt that it made a lot of sense.

But as he listened, he suddenly woke up.

Without hesitation,

Draw the sword directly.

Shining!

A bright blue light flickered.

Under the cold light, it is extremely sharp.

"Who on earth are you, a country bumpkin? How do you know about the existence of Lingjie Yiyong?!"

"I'm afraid a country bumpkin wouldn't even know my past experiences!"

The old man was slightly startled, but he didn't care.

Instead, he patted his head and said, "Ah, I'm getting old. As I was talking, I exposed my flaws."

"I didn't intend to expose it... Unfortunately, I'm old..."

Having said that, the old man suddenly returned to the mode of exhortation.

"But think about it, at this moment, is it really wrong for me, your son, to expose these flaws?"

"Looking back, maybe it was right. What if I look back again? Maybe it was wrong again. What if I look back again?"

Having said that, the old man looked at Zhou Buzhou eagerly: "Do you understand?"

Zhou Buzhou was a little crazy.

I wish I could give this old guy a sword.

But he chose to remain silent.

He gave up.

Since this old man could make the black smoke not react and was familiar with his experience, he was not someone he could fight against with his current strength.

Put away the sword.

Zhou Buzhou pondered and said, "You mean, right and wrong are in a cycle?"

The old man smiled and nodded: "The world is a circle!"

"It's been a while since I last played chess. Come play a couple of games with me, old man!"

As the words fell,

A chessboard with nineteen vertical and nineteen horizontal pieces appeared in front of the old man. On the chessboard, two chess boxes were open, one for white pieces and the other for black pieces.

Zhou Buzhou was shocked.

Anyone who possesses this power that can come at will is at least a second-level cultivator.

A second-level cultivator, combined with the three palaces that have been fully tempered in the first level, can unlock his own storage space when he breaks through!

Without storage space, it would be impossible to find a chessboard at will.

And this old man has no true energy...

Perhaps, it is a return to nature?

Zhou Buzhou became more and more frightened.

He began to think quickly about how he would escape in case of an emergency.

The old man ignored him and sat down slowly: "Would you like to play black or white?"

Zhou Buzhou looked up.

frown.

He walked silently to Heizi's side.

The old man extended his hand and said, "Heizi first."

Zhou Buzhou nodded.

He stretched out his right hand, picked up a chess piece from the chess box, and placed it on Tianyuan.

The old man chuckled and used a very standard technique, holding a white piece between his middle and index fingers to place it.

Time passes slowly.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The chessboard is already full of black and white pieces.

The black and white pieces entangled with each other.

In the end, the chessboard was filled with black and white pieces, leaving only two empty spaces.

The white piece falls, slaying the dragon!

All the black pieces were eaten.

There are only white pieces left on the chessboard.

But in this case, there is no winning or losing.

Black can still continue to place pieces on the board.

Zhou Buzhou continued to fall.

soon,

The game is over.

Zhou Buzhou was defeated by eighteen points.

Second round,

The old man changes to the black one.

Zhou Buzhou plays with white pieces.

With the backhand, there are crises at every step.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Black and white once again fill the entire board.

There are only two spaces left on the chessboard.

Strangling each other.

Endless.

I don't know if the old man did it on purpose, but he just didn't move to the position where he could decide the outcome. He chose to kill Zhou Buzhou's big dragon in a unnecessary move.

Then Zhou Buzhou killed some of the old man's black men.

Black and white are intertwined endlessly.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The second game ended in a draw.

At the beginning of the third game, the old man did not take even a single piece from Zhou Bu Zhou from beginning to end.

Time passed in a flash, and the black and white pieces filled the chessboard.

Only numbers can determine victory or defeat.

Baizi has three more eyes.

The old man still wins.

Zhou Buzhou looked at the chessboard in front of him silently, recalling the previous two games.

It was obvious that this old man was not just addicted to chess.

Combining the different ways of placing pieces in the three games, Zhou Buzhou began to think about the deeper meaning behind them.

The old man chuckled: "Do you understand?"

Zhou Buzhou shook his head, but then nodded: "The old man wants to tell me three truths."

The old man smiled appreciatively: "Tell me about it."

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