And the Great Flood Wizard couldn't understand it.
That's why he came to find Zuo Changlu.
"What the hell is going on? What do you think this means? It means that we brothers have been ignored by the leaders of various tribes. They don't regard us as opponents... It hurts our self-esteem!"
The flood wizard was very angry.
What's wrong with looking down on me
Not so disregarding.
After all, I am the best master in this world.
Zuo Changlu calmly picked up the white piece, patched it up, and said, "It's better to hurt your self-esteem than to hurt someone's life. I feel pretty good now."
"I don't believe you don't feel aggrieved. Not only do they not take us seriously, they even ignore us completely!"
The Great Flood Wizard had never been ignored like this in his life, and he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
And he was indescribably puzzled: "The great men from all races have returned, but where are those from our Wu race? And you humans should have top leaders too, so where are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?"
Zuo Changlu's expression also became distorted for the first time: "This... I really don't know..."
"In short... everything that's going on now seems confusing and inexplicable."
"Indeed... In the long run, it's really not a good idea."
Zuo Changlu made a move and said, "But I have to say that now, or perhaps it is the final period of self-improvement for the Star Soul Human Race and the Witch Alliance, it makes sense that the other races don't see us. Whether it's high-end combat power or general level, we are far behind the other races. This is an indisputable reality. There are so many masters on the battlefield of the war between the various races. Pick any one of them and he will feel as good as you and me... There are many who are much stronger than you and me. Based on this premise, why would they see us?"
"Haha, it's just that we don't have the fruit position; while they came from ancient times, they have their own roots, and they have already reached the Golden Immortal level; while we are just scattered numbers of the Golden Immortal, not yet in the True Stream, and cannot be considered true Golden Immortals, that's all."
The Great Flood Wizard was somewhat disdainful.
"Isn't the fruit position a term in Western religions?" Zuo Changlu's knowledge in this area is not as good as that of the Great Wizard Hongshui.
After all, after thousands of years of destruction, everything that the ancient human race could have passed down has long been completely destroyed.
"more than."
Great Wizard Hong Shui said, “According to ancient records, any practitioner who has achieved success in cultivation and survived the heavenly tribulation will be rewarded by the heavens to refine their bodies and souls. This is considered to be the fruition. The so-called celestial immortals, golden immortals, and profound immortals… all belong to the fruition, or in other words, a recognition of a cultivation status.”
"As soon as a thought arises, the heaven and earth will respond, and white clouds will naturally rise from under your feet. This is the origin of the so-called riding on clouds and mist, a method used by immortals."
"Since the continent split, the way of heaven has been incomplete, and as a result, some of the rules for evaluating higher-level practitioners have been lost... As a result, even if we have achieved success in cultivation and can travel thousands of miles in an instant, there are no auspicious clouds rising and surging under our feet. This is the essential difference between us and them."
The Great Flood Wizard sighed: "In terms of combat power, we may not be inferior to cultivators of the same level, but in terms of spiritual essence, immortal power, and mobilizing the power of heaven and earth, we are far inferior. The difference is clear."
"For example, you can easily destroy a mountain now, but can you easily create a mountain out of nothing?"
“That’s the fundamental difference.”
Zuo Changlu frowned and said, "Then this gap should be made up in some way, right? Especially now that our ancestral land has been restored!"
The Great Wizard of Flood thought about this question for a long time, but did not speak for a long time.
Neither of them spoke for a long while, until the end of the game. Zuo Changlu killed the big dragon of the Flood Wizard. Except for a few scattered black pieces that were barely left, the whole chessboard was white.
Complete victory!
And it was an extremely humiliating full-screen kill!
Zuo Changlu sighed comfortably: "Playing chess with you is so enjoyable."
The Great Flood Wizard rolled his eyes in frustration: "I don't know how to do this, but you are so serious and painstaking. Is it worth it..."
Wu Yuting sighed and sat aside and said, "Watching you two play chess, I really feel sorry for the big guy... You said that you knew you were not good at chess, but you always insisted on not admitting defeat..."
"Normally, the outcome of a game can be seen before the middle of the game, but you insist on holding on until the entire board is filled with pieces... Big guy, you said that you knew that Lao Zuo had gone to great lengths just to kill you cleanly, and the outcome was already clear, so why are you still working so hard alone..."
"Nothing else matters, but your perseverance is something that others cannot help but admire. As long as there are still pieces on the board, no matter how slim the hope is, you will never admit defeat. Both of you are damn talented, and both of you are talented enough to make me swear..."
The Great Wizard of Flood was still studying the chessboard that was full of white pieces, with only a few black pieces scattered around. He held a black piece in his hand and said, "As warriors, we should fight as long as we are alive. How can we stop fighting on our own?"
As he said this, he placed another piece, trying to make something happen in the middle of the board where there was almost no space.
Zuo Changlu sighed and took the chessboard away: "Master Hongshui, you placed your piece in a position that I had already made empty. Not to mention that the rules of Go do not allow it, even if I force you to play, you can't make it work. There is really no way to play this way... Can you take a break... Well, why don't we play chess."
The Great Wizard of Flood took a sip of wine and said, "We must win the chess game."
Half an hour later.
On the long left road, there is a chariot, a horse, a cannon and three pawns, moving side by side at a snail's pace on the chessboard.
The flood wizard on the opposite side only had an old general left, nothing else, a real bald old general, but the old general was still walking up and down, up and down, up and down in a straight line in the nine-square grid...
Moreover, both Zuo Changlu and Wu Yuting could see that the Flood Wizard was really taking each step seriously.
Wu Yuting covered her eyes and sighed: "It's too bullying! It's too bullying... I really can't stand it..."
Zuo Changlu precisely adjusted the direction of the chess pieces, trying to make the six pieces line up in a line and move down one square at a time.
The Great Flood Wizard was still supporting it, and it was obvious that the word "surrender" had never existed in his dictionary.
You Dongtian came over to take a look, then walked away picking his nose. He didn’t dare to laugh until he was quite far away…
You Xingchen, Qin Sha, Jian Jun, Yun Zhonghu and others were speechless.
I watched as the two people with the highest cultivation in the two continents were fighting back and forth on the chessboard.
Is this interesting
Even though he was already alone, he could still walk for another half an hour...
finally…
The old general of the flood wizard had no way to escape.
He was trapped to death.
Pushing the chessboard aside, the Great Flood Wizard sighed, "I have tried my best, but God is not on my side. I lose this game."
Everyone covered their faces and remained speechless.
From the moment you took seven steps and a rook was taken out... you knew you were going to lose, and yet you still look so sad...
How dare you say that God doesn’t bless me? What does this have to do with God or the way of heaven? This is really determined by personal strength!
"It's time to eat. Would you like to drink something?" Zuo Changlu's face was full of vigor and satisfaction.
Winning two games in a row made him feel particularly happy, especially since he was playing against the Flood Wizard.
"I just like your indomitable spirit in playing chess!" Zuo Changlu praised sincerely.
These are the words that come from my heart, without any falsehood.
If it were someone else, he would have given up halfway through. It would have been impossible for him to win so thoroughly and to achieve his satisfaction.
"Drink some!"
The Great Wizard of Flood closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking, where did he lose the game just now? Where was the key step
"Now, the world is this chessboard."
Zuo Changlu comforted him, "Right now, each party is playing chess, and the chess pieces are appearing one by one. But for us, it is not the time to enter the game yet."
The Great Flood Wizard nodded and said, "I understand what you mean. We are the old generals, the commanders, or the two soldiers. Under normal circumstances, we should not act rashly unless it is an emergency. If we are consumed too early, the continent behind us will no longer have any protection and we will be at the mercy of others."
Zuo Changlu was dumbfounded: Is this what I meant
I mean, our two tribes are not qualified to join the game right now. We all need to study hard and adapt to the ancestral land as soon as possible...
But if I think along the lines of the Great Flood Wizard, it seems... there is some truth to it
It was at this time.
The Great Flood Wizard suddenly frowned.
Zuo Changlu immediately raised his eyebrows.
Then everyone became alert...
But it is too late now, or in other words, even if we had been alerted earlier, it would have been meaningless!
This was probably because a thick white fog poured in, and when the fog dissipated, there was no trace of Zuo Changlu and the Flood Wizard at the scene.
"who?!"
Wu Yuting immediately unleashed her full power, shattering the surrounding void, and shouted, "Who!?"
The void was silent, without any movement at all.
…
Zuo Changlu and Hong Shui Da Wu only felt a flash before their eyes, and when they came back to their senses, they found themselves in a strange space. They sat still, looked at each other, and understood each other's intentions.
This space was set up by a master, and it cannot be broken by the strength of just two people!
"Both of you are polite."
In the void, the mist dissipated, and a Taoist in white clothes came slowly. This man had a kind and handsome face and a tall figure.
And with his arrival, it seemed that the whole space was filled with bright sunshine, clear moon, great compassion and mercy.
"Thank you, senior."
The two men stood up and returned the greeting: "Excuse me, Senior, what is your name? Where are you from? What do you want to do by bringing us here?"
"I came from the west, and seeing the red light covering the sky and the aura shaking the heavens, I stopped here for a moment, intending to establish a good relationship with the two laymen."
"Good fate?"
Zuo Changlu frowned and said, "Senior, please explain the reason and give me a name."
"Meeting is fate. The so-called name is just a code name. Why do you two laymen have to cling to empty names?"
The Taoist in white smiled and said, "Just now I heard the two laymen talking about the difference between Daluo and Daluo Jinxian, and I felt something in my heart, so I want to talk about it in detail."
… …
[August 1st is coming soon. Due to the epidemic this year, there are many disagreements among the comrades. We haven’t decided whether to get together yet... ]
(End of this chapter)