He played with the rescued man again [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 124

   Jiang Yanlan had no choice, so with a flick of her cloak, she sat alone opposite a Zhidaojun.

In the icy and snowy land, a dead tree, a stone platform and a chessboard, two men, one black and one white, are sitting facing each other.

A Taoist Master, "Bai Zi or Hei Zi?"

"If you hold a Hei Zi out of respect, this disciple will have the guts to take a Hei Zi." Jiang Yanlan is really not sure, his chess skills are all learned when he accompanied the old man to observe.

When Mr. Jiang was young, he didn't like to play chess. After retiring, he had nothing to do and started to learn following the footsteps of his old buddies. It's just that he has always been a stinky chess basket, and even Xiao Jiang's chess skills are half a bucket of water.

It doesn't matter if the Taoist is indifferent, with a slight movement of his fingers, the scattered chess pieces fly back to the two chess jars respectively, and the black chess jar lands in front of Jiang Yanlan, "Let's start.

" The leisurely expression on Zhi Daojun's face disappeared, his eyes were fixed on the chessboard, and he refused to make a move for a long time.

Jiang Yanlan looked at Bai Zi, who had thrown himself into a trap and was in a desperate situation, and his heart was raised. This ancestor wouldn't lose the game and play tricks, right? In fact, he is also very confused, as if he is very familiar with the opponent's chess moves. He should go in another direction when making a move, but he set a trap for the opponent in a familiar way. It's set!

Neither of them spoke, Xiao Jiang always blinked his eyes and pretended to be innocent when the other party looked over suspiciously.

A Zhidao Lord shook his arm, and his wide sleeves flicked onto the chessboard, accidentally disrupting the entire chessboard.

Jiang Yanlan, "..."

A master of Taoism, "..." Mr.

Jiang has a strong desire to survive to honor his ancestors, "This game is not counted, it is not counted! How about we do it again?"

A Zhidaojun dropped the white piece in his hand, wanting to be angry but not angry, full of anger and nowhere to vent, "Forget it, I can't afford to lose, so I need you to pretend to be a good person?"

"Then... shall we still play? " Yizhi Daojun

raised his eyes and stared over, "Why, you are busy?"

"No." Jiang Yanlan was embarrassed, he had already guessed that the puppet was probably here to summon him to sweep the snow in the morning. Now that he was finally freed from the crime, he didn't want to annoy a Zhidao Lord and make this ancestor remember that.

Finding that the other party was not forgiving, and still waiting for his explanation, Jiang Yanlan asked for instructions, "It's like this, I'm not prepared enough, and I want to take the time to go down the mountain to buy some daily necessities.

" Raising her eyebrows, she said without thinking, "It's simple, what do you want to buy, I just have someone deliver it to you."

Jiang Yanlan was just pleasantly surprised that there is a "delivery service" on Yu Jingfeng, and the next moment she remembered the reality Question, "Will this be too troublesome? Besides, I don't have many spirit stones..."

Before I could finish my refusal, a white light suddenly landed on the ground, and Master Daoxuan walked out of the white light, respectfully cupping his hands, " Supreme Elder, I don't know why to call my disciples?"

He rushed over immediately after receiving the call, without daring to delay at all.

Yi Zhi Daojun lightly ordered, "Buy some daily necessities for this deity. Just tell him what you want." The

last sentence was said to Jiang Yanlan, as if standing in front of him was not the majestic leader of the Qianyuan Immortal Sect, but It's his personal servant of the Daoist Monarch!

Reverend Daoxuan's mouth twitched, "...yes, this disciple takes orders." Mr.

Jiang's heart was screwed, and when Reverend Daoxuan turned his head to ask seriously, he could only tell him in front of a Daoist. Describe your needs.

Obviously it was just a simple "purchasing business", but the two insisted on talking about the future of Xianmen.

A quarter of an hour later, Master Daoxuan left with a "shopping list".

Mr. Jiang was a little confused, so he turned his head and asked his ancestor sitting upright like a mountain, "Can I borrow spirit stones in advance as an errand at Jingfeng Peak ?

"

Guessing the intention of his words, when Master Daoxuan returned with the storage bracelet, he casually threw a small bottle to him.

"Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk!" Reverend Daoxuan was both surprised and delighted, he didn't expect to get such a good thing just by running around, he held the bottle of spiritual milk tightly, and forgot to even refuse, "Thank you, Elder Taishang, for the reward!"

Jiang Yanlan's expression was about to crack, the treasure that even the head of the sect coveted must be a good thing! He can go down the mountain to buy it by himself, wouldn't it be good to give him the Lao Shizi Wannian Spirit Milk? !

Is this ancestor's values ​​as distorted as his xinxing, what a crime!

A holding Taoist held a sapphire bracelet, "Let's play another game with this deity. If you win, it will be yours. If you lose, you still have to dance the sword to this deity."

...What indescribable obsession do you have for sword dancing! Do you need to code that? !

"Okay."

One has two, Mr. Jiang already has experience. Sure enough, he won the second set again. The Yizhi Daojun

didn't have a bad face this time, so he threw the sapphire bracelet to him, and said suspiciously, "Your chess skills are very good?" "Ahem, it's actually okay."





The ancients were reserved, saying that it was okay, but in fact it meant that they were very proficient. There is no doubt that there is a master of Taoism.

Winning chess is also addictive, especially if you have chips. Jiang Yanlan was in high spirits, eager to get some more good things. I wonder if there is still the Wannian Lingrui? Even if it's gone, it's good to win him something to save his life. He feels very insecure right now.

Jiang Yanlan's starry eyes turned slightly, "Are you still coming?"

Yizhi Daojun became angry when he saw his appearance, and made love to him, "Come!

" Jun didn't take advantage of it once, and he doubted his life after losing chess!

"I can't play anymore!" The master of the Zhizhi pushed the pawn, always feeling that the person in front of him was sent by the Jiang family to target him.

Jiang Yanlan was overjoyed, stood up and said goodbye obediently, walking briskly.

Not only did he win the right to enter the library and the arsenal to pick an item, but he also won a piece of Yanyang jade and chain defense armor from a master who was in charge of the cold, plus the previously exempted punishment and storage bracelet. It was a great harvest.

If he doesn't see any good, he will accept it, he is afraid that a Taoist master will turn his face on him!

Jiang Yanlan returned triumphantly, and was warmly welcomed by Zhaofu. While holding the big lion, he opened the sapphire bracelet to check.

Reverend Daoxuan did not perfuse him at all. The bracelet contained not only bed cabinets, tables and chairs, bedding and clothing and other household items, but also cooked food, spices, wine, tea and other food. Besides, there were also some pills and talismans. , he just took a rough look.

With the things in hand, Jiang Yanlan rearranged the side hall, looking at the brand new home, she was basically satisfied. Zhaofu was more satisfied with the cooked food and fruits he brought out. These things were rich in aura and tasted good. One master and one pet made his belly round, and he was paralyzed for a while before recovering.

What surprised Jiang Yanlan even more was that Zhao Fu, who was full, took him to the open-air hot spring in the back mountain. The big lion doesn't like its fur to get wet, so it won't take the initiative to lead the way without the owner asking.

Jingfeng is covered with snow all the year round, so the night is not completely black. Jiang Yanlan looked at the snowy night sky with her bath towel on her pillow, she didn't know what she was thinking, the surrounding was quiet, so the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the treetops was very obvious.

Zhao Fu lay on top of a big hot rock, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was a rumbling sound in his throat. The snowflakes floating on his body are annoying. Zhaofu moves his round ears and flicks his big tail from time to time, as if he wants to shake off the water droplets on his fur.

Jiang Yanlan had enough soaking, and waded ashore. His body is eight feet long, with a neat eight-pack of abdominal muscles, and the wet pants on his lower body stick to his long legs, looming.

It's a pity that there is such a beautiful scenery, and the audience at the scene is only a big lion who doesn't know how to appreciate it...

With the Yanyang Jade, Jiang Yanlan no longer wears heavy winter clothes, but just picks out a dark blue robe and casually wears a fox fur cloak, showing sexy and slender The strong curve of the neck and chest.

"Zhao Fu, let's go." He greeted.

Zhao Fu yawned lazily, stretched his front legs, got up and rubbed against Jiang Yanlan.

When passing by the main hall, Jiang Yanlan heard the sound of sword dancing coming from inside, and thought it was a Daoist.

When I went in and took a look, I found that there was another person dancing the sword under the moon.

The man was wearing a flowing white robe, with long eyebrows reaching his temples, and his blue hair dancing with the wind, like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and easy.

It's Jiang Mingjin.

Yizhi Daojun was still sitting in the place where he played chess during the day, but the chessboard was gone, replaced by a jade pot and a glass of sake.

He was leaning against the stone table holding the wine, his black eyes were warm and watery, and his white jade-like cheeks were flushed with light redness. He didn't know if he was really drunk or if he was not drunk.

Jiang Yanlan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, as if he was a plaything that could be replaced by others.

He doesn't dance swords for others, there will always be someone willing.

Jiang Mingjin also spotted his figure, and lightly raised his peach blossom eyes, revealing an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

This was a provocation, Jiang Yanlan could see it clearly.

He was already annoying this person, but now he wanted to turn around and leave.

But when he turned around, the big lion came to Yizhi Daojun at some point, poking his head into the wine glass in his hand.

A Zhidao Lord slapped its big head fiercely, because he was drunk, his men were not serious or serious, "Smelly lion, you have no conscience, you are as heartless as your master!"

Zhao Fu was rubbed so badly by him, Dodging with grinning teeth, "Ho—"

Yizhi Daojun stood up staggeringly, grabbed the skin on its mouth with his hand, and cursed vaguely while pulling vigorously, "Don't say anything! It just disappeared, and it was agreed that for the rest of my life, it will be all fart!"

"And you, do you know who is your master? This deity has raised you for five hundred years! How long has Jiang Yanlan raised you, but it's just a mere Three years! Do you still remember what he looked like, do you still remember!"

Yizhi Daojun turned Zhaofu's big face and looked in Jiang Mingjin's direction, "Look, look, is it exactly the same? But he imitated it so well. Like, it's just a skin, that person died a long time ago, the sky was struck by lightning, and his soul is gone!"

Jiang Yanlan, "..."