Life is a grand meeting.
Ning Fan had never thought that he would meet a woman called Bai Ling in the Saint Prince's Trial.
He saw Mu Weiliang's shadow on Bai Ling. That was why he was very concerned about this woman.
Another person who caught his attention was the cultivator called Wu Liu who was one of the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect.
Ning Fan could see Wu Chen's shadow in Old Sixth Wu. All of a sudden, Ning Fan's thoughts flew back to the Eastern Heaven, the Rain World and the moment when he first met Wu Chen.
"I am Wu Chen, the lawless Wu, the murderous Chen."
"Bai Ling, Qing Ling …"
"Wu Liu, Wu Chen …"
"I initially thought that everything I see in the Saint Prince's Trial is nothing … But perhaps the trial world built by the Demon Slaying Stele is not as simple as it seems."
Green light flickered in Ning Fan's eyes. His gaze occasionally fell on Bai Ling, Wu Liu and the world of the Saint Prince's Trial.
He did not deliberately conceal the green light in his eyes, causing the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect to exclaim in surprise.
"It's actually the Heavenly Being Green Light! This senior is actually a Heavenly Being Realm cultivator! "
"This person actually has the aptitude to surpass millions of people!"
"He's really amazing!"
"What?! This senior is actually a disciple of the Holy Roc Sect? He's from the Chaotic Roc Sect? "
"Incredible! This person must be a genius among his peers! "
"Could he be one of the nine sons of the Chaotic Roc Sect?"
"Huh? This senior is called Zhang Dao? I've never heard of this name before … "
…
To Ning Fan, killing the assassins of the Northern Dipper Immortal Region was just a spur of the moment.
However, to the people of the Golden Dart Sect, it was undoubtedly a life-saving grace.
In order to repay this kindness, they decided to hold a grand banquet to welcome Ning Fan.
Therefore, everyone took out the fine wine that they had kept for many years without hesitation.
What was worth mentioning was that the cultivation method that the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect cultivated was called the Divine Blade Wine Art. It was created by the Golden Dart Saint. When cultivating this cultivation method, not only would one need to practice their blade techniques, but they would also need to drink a large amount of wine.
Therefore, every disciple of the Golden Dart Sect would carry a large amount of spiritual wine with them in case of emergencies.
When everyone took out all the wine in their storage pouches, thousands of wine jars appeared on the escort ship. The jars were filled with immortal wine with overwhelming spiritual energy, and the fragrance of the wine filled the air.
After that, the people of the Golden Dart Sect invited Ning Fan to a banquet. Ning Fan did not reject them. Firstly, he did not want to embarrass Old Sixth Wu and the others. Secondly, he also wanted to take this opportunity to have more contact with Bai Ling and Old Sixth Wu.
This banquet lasted for seven days.
On the first day, the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect took turns to toast Ning Fan. Their relationship with each other was still unfamiliar.
On the second day, everyone began to get familiar with each other, and the atmosphere gradually heated up. The promised toast gradually turned into a drinking competition.
On the third day, the disciples of the Golden Dart Sect were beaten down by Ning Fan one after another.
Fourth day, fifth day, sixth day …
By the seventh day, other than Wu Laoliu, the rest of the Golden Dart School's disciples were drunk and collapsed on the ground.
Speaking of which, this Sixth Brother Wu was clearly the one with the lowest cultivation among the Golden Guards disciples, but he had the best alcohol tolerance and was still able to hold on until now.
He saw Old Sixth Wu holding the table with one hand to support his swaying body. His other hand was pointing at Ning Fans and his mouth was pouting as if he wanted to say something. Unfortunately, his tongue was tied and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
"Brother Wu, you are drunk." Ning Fan laughed. Different from Old Sixth Brother Wu, Ning Fan was still not drunk at all. His alcohol tolerance was already close to the Dao.
"No, I'm not drunk. I recognize you. Your name is not Zhang Dao. You are … You are the one who I met in my dream … I forgot … "Old Sixth Brother Wu said dizzily.
"Oh? Brother Wu actually met me in your dream? This is very interesting. However, I don't know what is outside the dream and what is inside the dream. Who is outside the dream and who is in the dream. "Ning Fan said with a smile.
"No, I'm not … drunk … Don't … make fun of me …" Old Sixth Brother Wu who was drunk did not listen to Ning Fan at all.
Seeing this, Ning Fan could only smile helplessly. He lifted the wine cup and slowly drank it without saying anything else.
"I … Wu Liu … Have no respect for the law … Wu … Thousand cups of wine … Six …"
Old Sixth Brother Wu was still talking nonsense that was unclear.
He gestured with his fingers, not knowing whether he should make a six or a thousand.
Suddenly, his drunken eyes became a little sober. With a loud bang, he slammed the table and pointed his finger at the sky in anger. "What … is there … to be afraid of … in the … mortal world?! I want … my six senses to be impure … tainted … I want … "
Before he could finish his words, a loud thud was heard.
Old Sixth Brother Wu was already drunk on the table, snoring loudly.
[Event 11: Defeat 49 outer sect disciples of the Golden Dart Sect in a drinking competition. Obtained points: 5 stars. Current points: 32 stars. Additional reward: 12 outer sect chapters of Divine Blade Strong Wine Technique.]
"This kind of thing can actually trigger an event and even give me five stars points and additional rewards?" Ning Fan was speechless.
So, what exactly is this trial of the Chosen Saint trying to test? To compete in drinking with others …
It was a known fact that Jiang Yi had gone through several bitter battles to cross the Azure Beast Sea Region and suppressed the Azure Beast Race, but he only obtained ten points. After killing 108 Big Dipper assassins, he only obtained five points. However, this time, he only drank some wine and easily obtained five points.
The feeling of disparity was very strong.
"Perhaps to that Immortal Emperor Zi Wei, alcohol tolerance is also an extremely important ability?" The Ant Lord guessed.
"As expected, the trial of the Chosen Saint places more emphasis on the overall qualities of the Chosen Saint. The strength of his combat power is not the main point …" Many Rumors analyzed.
"Or perhaps, the main point of obtaining points is not the competition of drinking but the opponent he defeats?" The Ant Lord continued to analyze.
"Speaking of which, before Immortal Emperor Zi Wei achieved his Dao, he really seemed to have some karma with the Golden Dart Sage …" Many Rumors recalled.
"Heh. So, as long as I defeat those whom Immortal Emperor Zi Wei dislikes, I can easily obtain a lot of points? This trial is really interesting … "The Ant Lord sneered.
"It doesn't matter. Who knows what that Immortal Emperor Zi Wei is thinking. Compared to this matter, I am more interested in this Divine Blade Strong Wine Technique … "Ning Fan flipped through the leather scroll that appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
The content of the leather scroll was the Divine Blade Strong Wine Technique of the Golden Dart Sect.
It was a cultivation method of a Sage. Unfortunately, Ning Fan only obtained the twelve outer sect chapters. The content was not profound. The highest level was only the First Grade Immortal King Realm.
Even so, Ning Fan still gained a lot from reading this cultivation method.
First of all, he gained some understanding of blade techniques. Unfortunately, the Dao Weapon that Ning Fan was used to using was not a blade. This kind of understanding was better than nothing.
After that, Ning Fan gained a deeper understanding about drinking wine. That Golden Dart Sage seemed to be a person who was proficient in the Dao of Wine. Even though he only learned a few words about the word 'wine', Ning Fan still felt that he had gained a lot.
Indistinctly, his alcohol tolerance had deepened to the point that it was almost at the level of the Dao.
…
It was nighttime. The moonlight shone like water on the Inverse Mortal Sea.
Under the moonlight, two ships were sailing side by side towards the North Pole Dao Fruit Meeting. One of them was the ancient bronze ship of the Stone Golem Clan while the other was the escort ship of the Golden Dart Sect.
In the real Samsara, the two ships that originally did not have any interaction with each other met by chance in a strange world because of Ning Fan's intervention.
No one knew the meaning of this encounter.
Whitey also had no idea.
In the guest room of the escort ship, Whitey was sitting in front of the window as usual. She was facing the chessboard and playing the game quietly.
To a chess player, playing the game day after day was an essential practice.
There was no light in the room and there was no need for it. To a blind woman, the light was meaningless.
The moonlight shone through the window and into Whitey's clear eyes. However, she knew nothing about it.
She was too focused on the game that she did not notice that there was a pair of eyes staring at her from outside the window.
Outside the window, Ning Fan looked at Whitey quietly without disturbing her.
…
When Old Sixth Wu was also drunk, the banquet finally came to an end.
There were no more noises from the banquet. Only the continuous snoring sounds were heard, which sounded especially ear-piercing.
"The content of this Divine Blade Strong Wine Art is very interesting. It's a good book that is worth reading …" After reading the twelve outer sect chapters, Ning Fan kept the leather scroll into his storage pouch and casually commented.
"Speaking of which, are these disciples of the Golden Dart Sect really professional escorts? There are obviously people on the ship that they need to protect, but all of them are drunk and sleeping on the ground. Aren't they afraid that the assassins of the Northern Dipper Sect would come again? Compared to escorting people to practice their blade skills, perhaps the Golden Dart Sect loves to drink more. "Ning Fan glanced at the drunkards on the ground and began to doubt the professionalism of the Golden Dart Sect.
"Forget it. At least I'm not drunk. With me here, there's no need to be afraid of any assassins. Or perhaps, these disciples of the Golden Dart Sect have already taken everything into consideration before they set up the banquet and firmly believe that nothing bad will happen as long as I'm not drunk … "
Ning Fan did not leave the escort ship.
He temporarily stayed on the escort ship and walked aimlessly. Unknowingly, he arrived outside of Whitey's room.
Through the door, he could hear the sound of chess pieces being placed. The sound of the chess pieces was crisp and pleasant. Obviously, the quality of the chess pieces was excellent. However, it sounded a little lonely in the night.
Ning Fan went to the window and silently looked at Whitey who was playing the game seriously. She did not realize that someone was looking at her and was still playing the game wholeheartedly.
Seven days of banquet, seven days of clamor and noise did not disturb this serious girl at all.
She was a true chess player. Her heart was clear of all distracting thoughts and she was as calm as still water.
"She really likes playing chess …" Ning Fan muttered to himself.
"When she's not playing chess, her appearance reminds me of Weiliang. However, when she's playing chess, her focused eyes are somehow similar to Xiaoman's. When she can't speak and is in a daze, she reminds me of Feng Xueyan …"
"I can see the shadows of many more people in her …"
Ning Fan remained silent. At this moment, Whitey who was playing chess seriously was more like Bei Xiaoman in his eyes.
Even though Bei Xiaoman was unreliable, her eyes seemed to glow when she held the chess pieces in her hand and played the game of six games …
It was the same for Whitey. Even though she was a blind girl, when she played chess, her blindness seemed to have a luster and a soul.
After she finished playing the game, Whitey took out an ancient book with life and death questions and began to study the questions.
The name of the book was Immortal Treasure Vault. It was compiled by the Nanliang Chess Hall. There were a hundred life and death questions recorded in the book. It was said that as long as one could solve all of them, one would have the chance to apply for the Nanliang Chess Hall and become a true chess cultivator.
Whitey who was blind could not read the book with her eyes. She could only use her hands to explore the book.
She seemed to have studied the secret technique of reading with her hands. She could read the words and pictures that she touched with her mind.
Immortal Treasure Vault, huh? I've seen this book in Zhang Dao's memory. Before that Zhang Dao joined the Southbridge Chess Hall, he seemed to have only used a month to solve all the life and death questions … "
To Zhang Dao, this Immortal Treasure Vault was not difficult at all.
However, people could not be lumped together. To Whitey, this book was indeed a little difficult.
It had been fifteen years since she started learning chess. As for the Immortal Treasure Vault, it was only seven years ago that she obtained it.
She studied it for seven years but only managed to solve the seventy-ninth question. Moreover, she had been stuck on this question for several months without being able to solve it.
It's really difficult …
Since she started learning chess, she had been exploring it alone. Perhaps it's time for her to find a teacher.
The North Pole Mountain is one of the nine mountains of the Star Luo Continent. The Dao Fruit Conference is held here once every thousand years. Each time it is held, it will attract powerful chess experts. If I go there, I might be able to find a famous teacher …
My senior sisters said that the North Pole Dao Fruit Conference this time will be dangerous and I shouldn't go. I didn't believe it at first but a few days ago, I really encountered many assassins …
Should I give up? Should I go back to the Hongjun Snow Valley or … continue moving forward …
But if I miss this opportunity, I don't know when I will be able to find a famous teacher again …
Whitey's heart was in a dilemma. Her mind was filled with distracting thoughts and she could no longer solve the life and death questions.
However, she did not know that her thoughts were all seen by someone outside the window.
So the reason why she went to the North Pole Dao Fruit Conference is to find a famous teacher to learn chess … Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly. No one knew what he was thinking.
At this moment, Whitey finally noticed that someone was peeping outside the window.
Because she was inside the house and did not go out, she did not wear a cloak or a veil.
At this moment, she had a small oval face which made her delicate and pretty. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her bangs reached her eyebrows. She was wearing a moon-white robe and a very short white skirt. She was not wearing stockings but white silk stockings and moon-white embroidered shoes.
Her taste in dressing is exactly the same as Bei Xiaoman. The only difference is that Bei Xiaoman likes to wear red while this girl wears white … Ning Fan thought to himself.
His eyes were moving around Whitey's legs and he felt that he could not move away …
Fortunately, Whitey was blind. Otherwise, she would probably blame Ning Fan for being a lecher.
Eh? Senior Brother is also interested in chess? Have you been watching here for a long time? Whitey asked in her heart.
Yes, I am indeed interested in chess. Although he said that he was interested in chess, his eyes did not look at the chessboard at all.
However, Whitey believed Ning Fan's nonsense. Thus, her face was filled with smiles.
Since Senior Brother knows chess, can you teach me how to play chess?
This … Ning Fan's words stopped.
Can't I? Whitey felt a little regretful.
"Alright …"
Ning Fan could not bear to let Whitey down.
Although he did not like to play chess, he had the memory of Great Emperor Ancient Chaos in chess. It would not be difficult for him to guide her.
Whitey was very happy to get Ning Fan's approval.
She invited Ning Fan into the house but did not ask for his advice immediately. Instead, she poured a cup of tea and respectfully handed it to Ning Fan.
Thank you. After drinking for seven days and seven nights, Ning Fan was indeed thirsty. Thus, he took the cup and drank it in one gulp.
It was not a particularly precious tea leaf.
However, Ning Fan could taste a special taste.
He felt that the taste of this girl's tea was somewhat similar to that of a little demoness …
Is it an illusion?
The tea was finished. Of course, it was time to get down to business.
Whitey first asked Ning Fan for advice on the 79th question of the Immortal Game Vault.
Ning Fan looked at the question and suddenly frowned.
No wonder Whitey was stumped by this question. For an amateur chess player, this question was indeed very difficult.
Even for an orthodox chess cultivator, it would be quite difficult to solve this question. Even a Ninth Grade chess player would need more than twenty hours to understand the changes within … Ning Fan explained.
The chess players in the True World were ranked according to nine grades. The first grade was Perplexity, the second grade was Meditation, the third grade was Concrete, the fourth grade was Netherpassage, the fifth grade was Intellect, the sixth grade was Ingenuity, the seventh grade was Fighting Power, the eighth grade was Foolishness, and the ninth grade was Defense.
Whitey's level was not even at the Ninth Grade. After all, she had only studied chess for fifteen years.
Which true chess cultivator did not spend thousands of years to study the art of chess? In terms of the overall standard of the True World, Whitey's fifteen years of chess skill was indeed not strong.
Then, how was Ning Fan's chess skill?
He had inherited the memory of Great Emperor Ancient Chaos in chess. Even if Great Emperor Ancient Chaos did not specifically learn chess, he had at least played chess for hundreds of years in his long life.
It was not an exaggeration to treat Ning Fan as a chess player who had hundreds of years of chess skill.
Ning Fan might not be able to win against a First Grade Pericelestial chess player of the True World, but he was still far stronger than those Ninth Grade or Eighth Grade chess cultivators.
"Look at the upper half of the chessboard. There are three black and white chess pieces that are attacking each other. Where is the priority? That is the first thing you need to consider. Then, you need to consider the local changes … "
"… If the black chess piece is placed at the thirteenth of two, it is indeed a protective measure. However, if the white chess piece is placed at the ninth of ten, it will make the first move. Then, the white chess piece will come alive …"
"… Next, I will show you some changes in the contest of the corner land …"
Ning Fan spent four hours on just one question of life and death.
Bai Ling listened attentively, very seriously. She was not stupid and she was quite talented in chess. The only thing she lacked was the guidance of a great master. Now that she had Ning Fan's guidance, she could not help but learn a lot.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother." After he finished explaining the question, Whitey's face was filled with happiness and admiration. She felt that Ning Fan's chess skill was unfathomable. It was something that she had never seen before in her life.
Alright. She had not seen many powerful chess players in her life. It was not strange for her to have such thoughts.
"You're welcome." Ning Fan smiled.
At this moment, he suddenly liked playing chess.
"Senior Brother, can you teach me more?" Whitey obediently handed him a cup of tea.
"Sure. Is it still a question of life and death?"
"No. This time, I want to ask Senior Brother to play a game of chess with me."
"Do you need to teach me chess pieces?"
"Not for now. I want to see how far the gap between me and the orthodox chess cultivators is …"
"You're wrong. I'm not an orthodox chess cultivator. My chess skill is actually not something that I cultivate on my own … "
"Senior Brother is really humble. Speaking of which, I seem to have heard of Senior Brother's name somewhere. Zhang Dao, Zhang Dao … I feel like I've heard of it somewhere. Could it be that Senior Brother is a famous chess player in the Origin World? "
"Actually, my name is not Zhang Dao."
"Huh? Then, what's your real name? "
"My name is …"
Ning Fan wanted to tell Whitey his real name.
However, he could not say it.
There seemed to be a limit to the Saint Child's Trial. No matter how Ning Fan said his real name, what he said in the end would only be 'My name is Zhang Dao' and 'I come from the Chaotic Kun Sacred Sect'.
In the end, he could only give up.
It was not that he did not have other ways to tell her his real name. However, Ning Fan pondered for a while and did not insist on it.
The restriction of the Saint Child's Trial seemed to be to protect the trial taker … If he forcefully said his real name during the trial, it might cause some bad consequences …
Event 12: Teaching a question of life and death. Obtained points: 1 star. Current points: 33 stars.
…
Even though it was just a game of chess, Whitey took it very seriously. Before the game, she purposely washed her hands clean to show her respect.
In the end, Whitey lost miserably without any suspense. Her fingers that were holding the chess pieces turned pale and trembled violently. Finally, she slowly placed the two chess pieces on the chessboard.
That was a sign of admitting defeat.
I've lost … Whitey's heart was filled with tears and her face was instantly covered with them.
Is this the feeling of losing a game of chess?
Ever since she started learning chess, it was her first time playing against such a strong chess player … The feeling of losing is really unbearable …
It was no wonder that Whitey cried so miserably.
Ning Fan could only blame himself for not knowing how to be lenient.
It was supposed to be a game of chess guidance, but Ning Fan actually killed Whitey in the beginning and easily won the game in the middle. What was worse was that Whitey did not have a single living chess piece.
You're telling me that this is a game of chess guidance? Where is the guidance? The Ant Lord was speechless.
This is what a human should do! Playing a game of chess guidance without giving a single living chess piece. Are you trying to traumatize the young lady? Many Rumors was speechless.
This is my first time playing a game of chess guidance. I don't know how to do it and I don't have any experience … Ning Fan was also very embarrassed.
This was really not his intention.
He only used a portion of his strength, but his opponent lost so miserably … Perhaps he should have put more water or an ocean?
Fortunately, Whitey was still strong and stopped crying after a short while.
She wiped away her tears and sincerely thanked Ning Fan for his guidance.
So this is a game of chess guidance … Whitey, who was being guided by someone for the first time, thought that all games of chess guidance would be so cruel.
Through the game of chess, she could feel his seriousness. He was really serious in playing chess with her. She was very grateful for this.
I'm sorry, this is my first game of chess guidance with you. I wanted to test your strength, so I didn't show any mercy. Hmm, your strength is not bad. Your calculation during the middle game is excellent, which proves that you are very talented in chess. The main problem lies in the layout stage, which is a common problem of amateur chess players … Ning Fan seriously praised Whitey's chess skill. He would never admit that it was his fault for not doing a good job in the game of chess guidance.
Event 13: Victory in a game of chess guidance. Obtained points: 1 star. Current points: 34 stars.
Because Ning Fan did not guide her throughout the game, Whitey did not learn much.
Thus, she wanted to ask Ning Fan to play another game of chess guidance with her.
This time, she would not overestimate herself and say that there was no need to give her a piece. Instead, she obediently asked Ning Fan to give her three pieces.
After that …
Event 14: Victory in a game of chess guidance. Obtained points: 1 star. Current points: 35 stars.
Ning Fan made Whitey cry once again. Even though he gave her half of the ocean this time, it still seemed like it was not enough …
In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
During these three months, Ning Fan often played chess with Whitey. While he was getting to know her better, he also got a lot of points from her.
At this moment, the event of the Saint Child's Thunder Book had already been triggered to event 55.
Event 55: Victory in a game of chess guidance. Obtained points: 1 star. Current points: 76 stars.
Gradually, Ning Fan had learned how to play chess guidance. During the game, he would deliberately guide Whitey to the correct position. As such, under his guidance, Whitey's chess skill improved day by day.
She had also learned all one hundred life and death questions of the Immortal Game Library under Ning Fan's guidance.
She was originally a talented chess player. Now that she had a 'master' like Ning Fan to guide her, the problem of layout had also been greatly improved. Even though her chess skill was still not as good as a Ninth Grade Chess Player, the gap was gradually narrowing.
During these three months, the thing she and Ning Fan did the most was playing chess. She could not see Ning Fan's face but she could feel the light and heat from his body. She could feel the temperature of his chess pieces.
That temperature made Whitey feel nostalgic and reluctant to part with him. She did not know why, but she began to be absent-minded when she played chess with Ning Fan recently. In the past, playing chess was everything to her. But now, there seemed to be something else that could disturb her mind …
Senior Brother, can I be your disciple … I want to learn chess from you for the rest of my life … After a certain game, Whitey suddenly mustered up her courage and said in her heart.
"You want to be my disciple?" Ning Fan was surprised.
"He's dumbfounded. He's dumbfounded. He's lusting after someone else's body but she only treats him as a teacher. "The Ant Lord found it funny.
"Ah, this … I don't know what to say. Senior Ning, please restrain your grief … "Old Demon Duo Wen also found it funny.
Can't I? Whitey's heart was beating wildly.
"I'm sorry. I can't be your master." Ning Fan remained silent for a long time. In the end, he still rejected Whitey's request.
It was not like what the Ant Lord and Duo Wen had guessed. It was not because she was lusting after her body and did not want to be a teacher.
Ning Fan also had his own considerations.
He was willing to teach Whitey how to play chess but the word 'master' was too heavy. He could teach her for a while but he could not teach her for the rest of her life. He was just a passerby in this trial. After the trial ends, he would leave while Whitey still had a vast life ahead of her.
She needed a better and more responsible master to teach her how to play chess.
I understand … Whitey lowered her head. No one could see her expression clearly.
However, Ning Fan could see that she was sad.
It seemed like this little girl really liked this master of hers. Unfortunately … this was just the trial of the Chosen Saint. He could not teach her for the rest of her life.
"Speaking of which, why would a girl like you like such a boring thing like playing chess?" In order to ease Whitey's mood, Ning Fan began to find a topic.
[Huh?] Whitey was stunned. For a moment, she forgot about her sadness as if she did not expect Ning Fan to ask such a question.
"Is there any special reason that made you like playing chess?" Ning Fan continued to ask when he saw that the question was effective.
No, there is no special reason … It has nothing to do with love. I also don't know why I chose this path. It's interesting. When I touched a chess piece for the first time, I had an indescribable feeling. I just felt that there is one thing that I must do in this life … I must learn how to play chess and I must reach the peak of the chess world. That feeling was as if there is someone waiting for me at the end of the chess world … Waiting for me to save him …
"…" Ning Fan was a little surprised.
He had guessed the reason why Whitey liked playing chess, but he did not expect it to be like this.
Must she achieve this?
At the end of the chess world, there is someone waiting for her, waiting for her to save him …
Save? What save? Save who? Is there anything that needs to be saved by playing chess?
Playing chess, saving …
Ning Fan suddenly had a feeling that he had forgotten something important. He had a feeling that he had forgotten some important details. His expression suddenly turned cold. He kept thinking and recalling, trying to figure out where this feeling came from. All of a sudden, an ancient nursery rhyme came to his mind.
"You clap one, I clap one, butterflies fly ninety thousand li."
"You clap two, I clap two, girls cut their pigtails in front of Buddha."
"You clap three, I clap three, Gong Gong knocks down Mount Buzhou."
"You clap four, I clap four, Duanhua's soul breaks the Skanda Temple."
"You clap five, I clap five, Five Spirits Chess Game Devil Suppressing Bone."
"You clap six, I clap six …"
What does the Five Spirits Chess Game Devil Suppressing Bone mean?
Why did Ning Fan feel like his mind was being torn apart when he thought of this nursery rhyme at this moment?
"It's this feeling again. Brother Ning, could it be that you want to comprehend fate at this moment?! You're crazy! "The Lord Ant's face turned pale with fright.
She was so frightened and shocked as if Ning Fan was doing something crazy and dangerous.
Fortunately, Ning Fan calmed down very quickly.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his usual calmness and composure.
At this moment, he seemed to have figured out something and guessed something. It was as if he could see the past and the future. However, he did not want to think about it anymore. He did not want to guess or look at it anymore.
It was nighttime. The starlight was like water.
However, when Ning Fan raised his head and looked at the sky, he felt that the stars in the sky were not stars at all. They were clearly chess pieces that had fallen on a chessboard.
The starlight in the sky shone in Ning Fan's eyes, reflecting the starry sky in his eyes.
Dense purple starlight began to circulate in Ning Fan's eyes. However, Ning Fan was not aware of all of this.
Almost at the same time when Ning Fan was observing the stars, at the place where the North Pole Dao Fruit Meeting was held.
A purple-robed old man stood on the peak of the North Pole Mountain. He seemed to have sensed something amidst the wind and snow.
"Interesting. This person is not the Saint Child Zi Wei but he can actually see traces of Zi Wei's Dou Number in the stars in this world. This is something that most of the Saint Children of Zi Wei can't do. Zi Dou has indeed found a good disciple. Unfortunately, if this is all, it is far from enough to break the samsara of fate. It's because everything you do and think is within the control of fate … "
"No one can break the fate. The only thing we can do is to compromise to a certain extent …"
If Ning Fan was here, he would certainly notice that this purple-robed old man who seemed to have seen through everything and was muttering to himself actually had the appearance of Lie Yukou, the Star Lord of the Three Platforms. However, compared to Lie Yukou, this old man was countless times older. His qi was also weak and dispirited like a mortal.
…
A few days later, Ning Fan and his group arrived at the destination of their journey.
The place where the North Pole Dao Fruit Meeting was held was the Northern Man Country.
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