The light in his mind turned into an essence and poured into Kong Hanan's brain.
Kong Hanan waved his hand, and the "live broadcast" screen switched to the outskirts of Luoyang.
Meng Yu sat dejectedly on the ground, surrounded by a circle of cages drawn by his talent.
He left the carriage, but there was no Confucius in it.
The God of Wealth nodded.
"not bad."
"Don't worry anymore? Come on, let's continue."
"If I help you, I have to finish this game of chess..."
"Back then, I only helped you after I finished playing chess with the emperor."
Kong Hanan rubbed his face, did not play chess, but spoke.
"My cheap uncle stepped onto the chessboard himself."
The God of Wealth looked at him with a smile and asked.
"How do you say that?"
Kong Hanan sighed with mixed feelings.
"He was a loyal man. Even when he was exiled to Luoyang, he never disobeyed orders..."
"But now, he has disobeyed orders..."
"According to the laws of the Great Qi Dynasty, the punishment is dismissal at the very least, and beheading at the worst."
"Even if he protects Emperor Qi II, the Jade Emperor will still win this game because he has no opponent."
The God of Wealth was very happy and laughed heartily.
"This child is teachable!"
The immortals in heaven also have a system.
A sect is a system.
The gods in heaven also share Kong Hanan's worries...
Talent is rare, especially chess players.
Although Marshal Zhao gave many hints, it did not prevent him from being optimistic that Kong Hanan could become a "chess player".
The God of Wealth did not ask Kong Hanan why he was not worried about the safety of the underworld.
Because there is no need to ask.
Kong Hanan is already playing chess.
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