The moment Bai Yuan returned, he sat under the ginseng fruit tree, feeling a huge light faintly sinking into his bloodline, like a mirror, able to explore the whole truth in the world.

He was also stunned at that time. With the magnificent glory that shook the sky and the earth, what awakened in his body was the entire memory of being the emperor. What flowed into his body was the Kunlun Mirror he had once handed to Bai Yuan.

Fu Chen gently stroked the fingers of the pages of the book. Bai Yuan came back at this time, which means that the chess pieces on his 300,000-year-old board were finally all gathered.

The last black chess is Mo Chuan.

He thought about this, but saw Zhao Yue rushing out of the inner room in a white fox fur, panic, looking at the earth-shaking light in shock, and then, as if he realized something, leaned against the pillar at the door, and counting back and forth.

Seeing that she was anxious, Fu Chen raised his head slightly and spoke lightly: "He just came from where he went back."

Zhao Yue raised her head slightly and met Fu Chen's gaze. Fu Chen was a little unhappy with the burning expression of concern.

Does a shadow actually have such a status in her heart?

He couldn't let him think too much. After half a stick of incense, the gate of the courtyard that was originally closed was banging. Old Ancestor Hongjun held a crutch in one hand and held a chessboard in the other hand, panting heavily, and paused for a moment when his eyes fell on Fu Chen.

"Come on, play a game of chess with me!" He spoke loudly, and he could not refute anyone.

Fu Chen smiled gently, and his eyes softened a little when he looked at the ancestor Hongjun.

Sure enough, for those who are immortal, only the ancestor Hongjun, who was once a child and extremely long-lived old god, could react at the first time and guess what was going on.

Looking at the chessboard in his hand, Fu Chen closed the book, and did not care about Zhao Yue's expression of surprise, raised his hand and compared it to the invitation: "Down inside."

The man in front of him had a gloomy and indifferent temperament, accompanied by his peerless face, standing under the moon, like a painting, reflected in Zhaoyue's eyes. For a moment, Zhaoyue's heart trembled a little, as if in the long river of time, this person had many such pictures.

However, she could not remember the person in the picture.

The ancestor Hongjun looked at Fu Chen's unmoved expression, and his originally extremely nervous mood was as if he had taken a reassurance, and he felt much more comfortable.

He was so calm and composed that he must have known where Bai Yuan was going for a long time.

The next game of chess proved the idea of ​​the ancestor Hongjun. Seeing the last black piece in his hand fall on the chessboard, the ancestor relaxed.

The ancient emperor is the ancient emperor. The way of playing chess has not changed at all for thousands of years, and it still leaves a foreshadowing everywhere and makes turning points layer by layer.

"What medicine are you two selling in this gourd? Where did you come from and where did you go? But after pinching it back and forth a few times, I didn't realize Bai Yuan's breath?"

Old Ancestor Hongjun smiled dryly, and looked at Zhaoyue with incredible eyes with a confused look on his face: "Oh, girl, are you stupid? You are just a person, how can you feel different aura?"
Chapter completed!