Looking at the fat rabbit in front of him that was already stiff and hard, Liu Zhuo couldn't help but feel speechless.

Although the black thing he refined smelled boring, it seemed to have become extremely poisonous. With only a little bit of weight, the rabbit became a zombie-like existence.

"Fortunately, I didn't try the medicine with myself." Liu Zhuo said angrily.

This failed experience of refining medicine completely hit Liu Zhuo's enthusiasm. He couldn't help but sigh, and then took the book "Medicine Sutra" and planned to study it carefully before making plans.

When he came to the stone table and sat down, Liu Zhuo was about to open the book, but suddenly, he closed the chess box that was placed aside.

Thinking of Zuo Ningshan, who was fond of chess and as if he was alive, Liu Zhuo couldn't help but pick up a black spot and looked at it.

Since he got this jar of wine and entered this immortal courtyard, this go game has been put here. He is busy meditating and practicing on weekdays and has never paid attention to it.

Liu Zhuo couldn't help but think: Since it was something that already existed in the wine jar, maybe it was also a treasure of the immortal family.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhuo couldn't help but imitate Zuo Ningshan's gesture of holding the chess piece, clamping the chess piece with his index finger and middle finger.

"Bang!"

Heizi was photographed by Liu Zhuo at the upper right-hand star position of the chessboard.

Liu Zhuo just thought it was fun for a moment, but the next moment he was stunned appeared.

"Bang!"

A white piece popped out from the chess box of the white chess, and it landed steadily on the chessboard, occupying the lower left star position.

Liu Zhuo looked at the white piece on the chessboard in surprise. He couldn't believe it and picked up a black piece again and landed it on his right lower eye.

As expected, another white piece popped out from the white chess box, occupying the upper left star position.

"Who is playing chess with me?"

Liu Zhuo was surprised. His hands were not slow, and he lost another piece. Sure enough, the white chess reacted again and pressed forward.

Looking at the scene on the chessboard, Liu Zhuo couldn't help but think.

Even though he had never really played Go, he had seen many chess scores. Now the two sides have formed a two-star layout to the low position. He has countless ways to deal with it, but the doubts in his heart are getting heavier and heavier.

Bang.

Bang.

Smack

...

Then Liu Zhuo made a lot of moves, and the white chess was pressing forward step by step, just like a person sitting on the opposite side.

Moreover, Liu Zhuo became more and more shocked when playing this game of chess. The white chess's chess is too high, far exceeding that of a beginner like him.

After a contest, within half an hour, Liu Zhuo saw that several big dragons were slaughtered by white chess, and he was already losing all the game. There was a dead game in front of him.

Even though he lost the chess, Liu Zhuo was not upset, but a hint of panic suddenly rose in his heart.

"Who is playing chess?"

"Did there be someone hiding in the jar and secretly monitoring me?"

A series of doubts came to my mind, but Liu Zhuo couldn't figure it out.

However, the first thing Liu Zhuo can be sure is that he should be safe.

He felt that even if someone really hid in the jar, there were thousands of ways to murder a cultivator like him with low magic power. He had already started to do it, so why bother playing chess with him in circles?

"Maybe, it's just because this go is a fairy's object. It's not surprising that a real fairy's object is so spiritual." Liu Zhuo comforted himself in his heart, so he wanted to get up to meditate and practice.

With a rush.

Liu Zhuo had just gotten up, but the chess pieces on the chessboard were gathered into the chess box at the same time.

"Huh." Liu Zhuo asked in confusion.

At this time, the surface of the jade chessboard that was horizontal and vertical, a blue glow illuminated hazy, but the blue light only flashed by and returned to normal.

"Is there anything strange about this chessboard?"

Liu Zhuo curiously stroked the surface of the chessboard with his hands, and simply picked up a black chess and landed on the chessboard. Sure enough, the white chess made a quick move.

"I'll fight you well. Maybe if you win, you will know the truth." Liu Zhuo looked at the empty seat opposite and murmured to himself.

Next, Liu Zhuo really sat at the stone table with concentration and played Go with "air". For a moment, the crisp sound of "pa!pa." was endless.

...

As a novice, Liu Zhuo's chess skills are far inferior to the invisible white chess, but Liu Zhuo played several games in a row, but was surprised to find a phenomenon.

Although the start of each game is different, there are hundreds of possibilities for the subsequent changes, the white game can always press forward step by step. In the end, the same situation will be played accurately, and it will become a dead game, leaving Liu Zhuo without any children to fall in love.

Looking at the chessboard covered with black and white sons in front of him, Liu Zhuo's heart suddenly moved.

He leaned back slightly, and from a distance he found that the black and white decorations on the chessboard had just formed a strange formation, similar to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, but not the same.

"I don't believe it, I can't beat you!" Liu Zhuo gritted his teeth and said hatefully. Then he grabbed a handful of black pieces and slapped it on the table, making another move, and the white chess also forced him up.

The continuous failure aroused the unyielding spirit of Liu Zhuo hidden deep in his heart. He simply threw other things behind his head, stared at the chessboard with his eyes tightly, and entered a calm state, devoted himself to the chess game.

...

The time in the wine jar has passed for seven days and seven nights, and Liu Zhuo has also sat in front of the chessboard for seven days and seven nights. His body was motionless, like a stone statue, just frowned slightly, thinking hard, then he picked up a black piece with his right hand and slapped it on the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

Bang!

The white chess jumped out of the chess box and landed in the upper left corner of the chessboard. It just happened to kill a big dragon from Liu Zhuo. The situation fell into the same situation as before. It was a dead chess and had no choice but to fall.

Liu Zhuo couldn't help but sigh and said bitterly: "These days, my chess power has increased significantly, but I am still no match for it."

The physically and mentally exhausted Liu Zhuo grabbed the chess piece back into the chess box, then got up and went to the rocking chair.

He raised his head and looked at the altar above his head, and found that the outside world was still immersed in the night. It was still a while before dawn, so he fell on the rocking chair and fell asleep.

He was so tired that since he started practicing "The Age of Eternal Life", he used meditation to practice qi instead of sleeping, and rarely fell asleep peacefully like this.

Life is just a hundred years, but for Liu Zhuo, who is dedicated to cultivating immortals, it is too short.

Deep in my heart, Liu Zhuo always felt a little obscure and urgency.

Because of the annoying three spiritual roots in his body, his cultivation was half the result with twice the effort, so he was afraid that he would not have time to practice and end up as depressed as a mortal, and would turn into a white bone after a hundred years.

Since he was born, he has inexplicably yearned for the path of immortal cultivation, and that almost an instinctive hope is driving him.

Only by getting rid of the cycle of reincarnation of "dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil" can it be considered the result of correction.

And that feeling of panic has been urging Liu Zhuo to work hard to practice, but he himself could not imagine how far he could go on the long and bumpy road to immortal cultivation?
Chapter completed!