Zheng Juzhong walked slowly, "You can feel that losing chess is fun, but I feel that winning chess is boring."

The young man in white next to him with the red mole on his eyebrows is not, after all, the embroidered tiger who finally reached the perfect state of perfect mind and body, the supreme state of oblivion.

There are too many concerns. The more people there are, the weaker the chess skills will be.

Zheng Juzhong sighed.

Just like the mantra Cui Dongshan often talks about, "I am Dongshan."

It is indeed true. After all, the young Cui Dongshan is not the same Cui Han as he used to be. Back then, as a young scholar who was the first disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage, he visited Baidi City. The two sides played chess among the colorful clouds. Cui Han, who was sitting opposite Zheng Juzhong, was twisting and turning.

, said nothing, but looked like he was telling Zheng Juzhong, you can beat me.

In this game of chess, Cui Chan in the next game will definitely beat Cui Chan in the previous game. As long as there are enough chess games, Zheng Chuzhong's chances of winning will become smaller and smaller.

This is the real reason why Zheng Juzhong is willing to play ten games in a row with a young scholar.

Even if you lose chess, and you lose again and again, you feel more confident than if you win chess.

Zheng Juzhong never reads his own chess records, with the exception of Caiyun Game.

If Cui Dongshan hadn't guessed the deal between him and Chen Ping'an, Zheng Juzhong really wouldn't want to say another word.

In return for helping to stop Zhou Mi, Zheng Juzhong asked Chen Pingan to give up his plan to establish a sect in Tongyezhou.

It's that simple.

As long as it's not Tongye Continent, Aquarius Continent, Middle-earth Divine Continent, or even the Savage World, it doesn't matter.

Is Baidi City planning something in Tongyezhou?

Absolutely not.

Zheng Juzhong just made the young hermit official feel unhappy.

What you failed to accomplish in Shujian Lake, when you become the hidden official of the Sword Qi Great Wall, the closed disciple of the Literary Saint lineage, the sect master of Luopo Mountain, you will become a sword immortal.

In Tongyezhou, it still couldn't be done.

You have already made a plan in Tongyezhou, with continuous initiative, painstaking efforts, and far-reaching plans. It seems that you have the right time, the right place, and the right people...

But you, Chen Pingan, just can't do it.

Zheng Juzhong once promised Cui Chan that he would protect his junior brother's journey.

If this is not protecting the Dao, how can it be considered?

Cui Dongshan said sullenly: "Some people just bully my husband because he is young and not at a high level."

Zheng Juzhong stopped.

It's not that I care about Cui Dongshan's insinuations, but I feel that Cui Dongshan's words are too harsh for the weak.

Weak people are not weak in body and weak in legs and feet. They are not ordinary people in the eyes of mountain people, nor are they mountain people in the eyes of mountain monks.

Rather, he likes to make excuses when things happen, which means that a person's character is too weak.

Cui Dongshan raised his hands and said, "Think I farted."

Rarely is he so deflated.

Who knows that this guy next to me is Zheng Juzhong?

Zheng Juzhong’s mentor, Dragon-Slaying Man Chen Qingliu, even if he is willing to use his sword, he may not be able to protect the territory of Longzhou so comprehensively.

In Cui Dongshan's view, there are only a handful of people who can truly be said to be capable of both offense and defense. The Lord of Baidi City is certainly one of them.

Cui Dongshan put his hands in his sleeves and asked, "Since you're done, why are you still taking a walk here?"

Zheng Juzhong said: "I'm waiting for Chen Pingan's second move, Li Xisheng. But Chen Pingan is still too soft-hearted. He neither wants to beg me nor delays Li Xisheng's practice, so he has no choice but to do business with me."

A person whose cultivation and strength cannot be judged by his or her level, and who can judge based on common sense.

Junior brother Liu Chicheng once sent a message to him for Li Xisheng.

Zheng Juzhong is looking forward to playing a game of chess with Li Xisheng.

Cui Dongshan asked: "What would happen if my husband begged you?"

Zheng Juzhong said: "What else can happen? I won't agree."

Suddenly an old scholar appeared behind the two of them, held Cui Dongshan's head with one hand, moved it to the side, reached out to grab Zheng Juzhong's arm, and laughed and said: "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Zheng, please take a step slowly. Let's go back."

Have tea."

Zheng Juzhong stopped, shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Vincent, you can just drink tea."

The old scholar said seriously: "Please give me some face, Mr. Zheng!"

Just like that, he came straight to the point. He hurried to Luopo Mountain and eavesdropped all the way. The old scholar finally couldn't bear it anymore. Of course Zheng Juzhong knew it well, but he just didn't expose it.

Zheng Juzhong choked on his words for a moment.

Something unprecedented.

The old scholar held Zheng Juzhong's sleeve and said softly: "Why should a smart person embarrass a good person?"

Cui Dongshan remained silent and stared blankly at the old scholar's profile.

Zheng Juzhong laughed, turned to look at the table, nodded and said: "The tea at Luopo Mountain is indeed good, so I will be generous and invite the literary saint to have tea?"

The old scholar dragged Zheng Juzhong back and said with a big smile: "You're so good, old man!"

Cui Dongshan just stood there.

The old scholar turned around and glared: "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and get some tea. Your eyesight is far inferior to that of our millet grains!"

Cui Dongshan forced out a smile and rushed to the table to bring tea and water.

The old scholar said to Zheng Juzhong from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you."

Be thick-skinned when asking for help and thin-skinned when thanking someone.

Zheng Juzhong glanced at the back of the young man in white and replied from his heart: "No need to thank Wen Sheng. I actually have selfish motives. He may not be the first disciple of Wen Sheng's lineage, but he must be a more powerful new Xiuhu."

The old scholar was noncommittal, "I will definitely visit Baidi City often in the future."

Zheng Juzhong smiled and said: "Sheng Wen is short of wine, I can have it sent to the Confucian Temple."

Obviously, he is reminding the old scholar not to go.

The old scholar stamped his feet and complained: "Why are you trying to be polite to me? We are already separated!"

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There are four heavens, and the weather is different. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter are almost exactly the same, and each one occupies one of them.

The twelfth floor of Baiyujing's five cities, five of which are Green City, Lingbao City, Nanhua City, Shenxiao City, and Yushu City.

Within the green city are the Han Valley, the former site of Mianchi, the peach grove in Shenxiao City, and the "Baiyun Born Place", all of which are world-famous places of beauty. The number of deputy city lords in the five cities ranges from one to two or three.

, it all depends on the city lord's preference. Just like in Nanhua City, there are as many as three immortals. One ascends to two immortals. If his senior brother Yu Dou hadn't stopped him, Lu Chen would have been able to add two or three deputy city lords, and even made an exception for Yu.

Pujing serves as the deputy city lord.

Bai Yujing only has one city and two buildings, and has the custom of celebrating the New Year, which is roughly the same as the customs at the foot of the mountain. The Green City, also known as the "Jade Emperor City", also has Yunshui Tower and Linlang Tower.

The children taught me how to write peach charms, and the Taoist also taught me how to write peach charms.

Stay up all night and keep vigil, and the world will be one year older. Pray for blessings for the world, and every household will be harmonious, healthy, and happy in the world.

For those who are ignorant of the cold and heat, it is actually not a big trouble. The Spring Festival couplets posted on New Year’s Eve will be taken back during the Lantern Festival. Moreover, peach charms must be painted and hung everywhere. Fortunately, it has become a habit, which is not bad. What’s more,

The happiest ones are the young Taoist boys. Not only are they festive and lively, but the key is that they can get a bunch of red envelopes and go around in groups.

To pay New Year greetings to the immortals, I would take a few snow coins here, a few there, and occasionally one or two big red envelopes containing Xiaoshu money. Added together, it would be a sum.

It’s a lot of new year’s money. The happiest thing is to meet the generous Master Lu, who gives you two Xiaoshu money or Guyu money as the new year’s money. Everyone who meets you gets a share. Every New Year’s Day,

As long as Master Lu has not gone to Tianwaitian or traveled far away, he will have a small red envelope in his left hand and a big red envelope in his right hand, and ask the Taoist boys to line up. Master Lu will ask the Taoist boys a question, Taoist book, scripture, and answer it.

If you can’t answer the question, just give it to the person with Xiaoshu money. In fact, the questions are very simple.

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It's a pity that at the end of this year, Headmaster Lu is not in Bai Yujing, and a bunch of Taoist boys have gathered their heads together. After everyone put it together, they decided that Headmaster Lu must make up for the red envelope no matter what, and no debts can be owed.

Jiang Yunsheng murmured in that place where it was rumored that all the white clouds in the world were born: "It seems that the wild world has turned into a mess."

Then this "little Taoist boy" who had been guarding the gate at Daoxuan Mountain for many years discovered that a gate suddenly appeared on the other side of the sky, and it was actually cut out by sword energy.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, in Baiyujing, the immortal masters and Taoist officials flew away like a swarm of fireflies.

Near the gate opened by Ning Yao's sword.

Two groups of Taoist officials from the Qingming world, each hovering in the wind, with clear boundaries, look at each other with disgust.

On one side is the Taoist official who ranked Bai Yujing in the Immortal Class.

On one side are Daxuan Duguan, Sui Chu Gong, and Caishao Shan, who are the leaders of the Immortal Family in each state.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the latter gathered around Master Sun and confronted the Bai Yujing monks at a distance.

In addition, there are some sporadic monks who do not rely on either side. Most of them are Shanze wild cultivators who do not belong to the orthodox Taoist genealogy, or practice Taoism and belong to side sects that are not recognized by Bai Yujing.

All three parties want to witness the spectacular scene of "moving the moon" with their own eyes, which is destined to be recorded in history and passed down for thousands of years.

There is a small group of Taoist officials in Bai Yujing who are most concerned about this matter.

Their realm is not high, but their status is transcendent. They are known as the "historians on the mountain" and specialize in compiling the orthodox "green history" of Bai Yujing and the entire world.

Similar to the daily notes of the Shanxia Dynasty, it records the deeds of Taoist officials in the world. No matter whether they are good or bad, they are not taboo for the venerable. Bai Yujing issues edicts for the world in every way, and the twelve floors of the five cities teach Taoism to all Taoist officials in the world.

Dharma, the changes in the major dynasties under the mountain, the climate of the four seasons, the auspicious signs in all directions, the increase or decrease in the household registrations of Taoist officials in various countries, and the abandonment of large and small Taoist gates and temples are all attributed to this group of "historians"

"It is recorded in detail, and except for the three masters Bai Yujing, no one is qualified to read this history book.

However, Daochang Sun gave a comment: his writing was tactful and weak, and he did not dare to say truly good or bad things, which was a waste of pen and ink.

Then he suggested that they move from Bai Yujing to Xuandu Temple and keep it. From then on, the painting will flourish and the atmosphere will be completely new.

Headmaster Bai Yu Jingyu has never issued a decree, let alone appeared in person, so naturally no one can take action to guide the bright moon to migrate to the Qingming world without authorization.
To be continued...