Feng Jiu listened quietly, but he didn't expect the people from the Dark Night Temple to keep staring at them, two forces?Could it be Xuanyuan Moze, Feng Wei and others?

As he was thinking, he heard the voice of the black-robed man coming again.

"This ghost doctor named Feng Jiu really has some skills. When he gets here, he can avoid our eyeliner. If you want to play, let her have fun with her." He turned the blood jade on his thumb. The ring had deep eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Several people behind him glanced at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Master, there is a portrait of the ghost doctor under him. Can the master want to see it?" Since trading with that person against the Phoenix Emperor, the master has only arranged The following things, but I have never seen the portraits of those people. It is estimated that even if he met the ghost doctor Feng Jiu, he would not recognize her.

"It's just a woman, what's so beautiful?" The black-robed man said disinterestedly, and waved to the people behind him: "You go out and arrange people."

"Yes." The three people behind them all withdrew, leaving only the old man and Feng Jiu standing there.

After seeing the other people withdraw, the old man stepped forward and set up a chess board on the table, sitting in front of the black-robed man and playing chess pieces with him. The two chatted occasionally, plus the old man’s grievances against the black-robed man. The title is son rather than master, which shows that it is not a normal master-servant relationship.

After the two played a game of chess, the black-robed man called out: "No. 9, come over and accompany the deity in the next game."

Hearing this, the old man stood up and stepped aside to sit still.

Feng Jiu was slightly startled, and then said: "Master, his subordinates can't play chess."

You can't play with him even if you know how to play. The style of chess is like a person. If you want to find out a person in the shortest time, you can best tell what kind of person that person is by advancing and retreating in a game of chess.

"It's okay, the deity doesn't expect you to win." He glanced at Feng Jiu, "Sit down." His tone was strong and he couldn't refuse.

"Yes." Feng Jiu responded, came to the front and sat down cross-legged, staring at the black and white chess pieces in front of him in a daze.

"laugh."

Seeing Feng Jiu staring at the chess piece in a daze, the black-robed man couldn't help but sneered, and didn't say much, he picked up the black chess piece and put it down first.

Upon seeing this, Feng Jiu picked up the white chess piece on the side and put it down.

Seeing two similar chess pieces, the black-robed man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the boy in front of him, and then picked up a black chess piece and put it down. Only then, he saw the boy also picked up a white piece and dropped it. When he reached the position of the boy, his brows wrinkled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything. He just picked up another chess piece and put it down. Then he withdrew his hand, and saw that the boy fell again without thinking, and he still followed his black stone.

Seeing this opening, he finally couldn't help his face sinking black: "You take your chess, what do you do with the deity?"

Feng Jiu looked up blankly at a pair of black-robed man with faint anger in his eyes, and asked ignorantly: "Can't you go like this? The master didn't say it!"

"Don't follow the deity, play your own." He suppressed his anger and said, then picked up a chess piece and fell.

"Yes." Feng Jiu replied, closed his eyes, picked up a white chess piece and placed it on the corner of the chessboard.

The old man who saw this scene was startled, then smiled.