Chapter 49 The Elusive Destiny In the corner of the Star Courtyard, there is Olaer's elegant and unique two-story building.
The evening wind blew up and down, playfully sneaking in through the wooden window on the top floor, but accidentally disturbed the lonely bamboo grass in the flower pot by the window.
The tender green leaves swayed from side to side under the teasing of the evening breeze, looking shy.
But it was still gently swayed by the evening breeze, but it still remained silent and did not answer, quietly bathing in the sweetness of the afterglow of the sunset.
In the attic, under the faint red light of the sunset, the two old men were contemplating the ancient Donglu chess game on the chessboard.
"The child's seal is loose."
After a while, Oler's hand that was frozen in mid-air finally came down, and with a "pop" sound, the chess piece in his hand was placed on the chessboard where the soldiers and horses were fighting.
Another old man in golden robes sitting opposite Aurel seemed to be deeply attracted by Aurel's unexpected move.
For a moment, the old man in golden robes did not answer Aurel.
It wasn't until the golden-robed old man thought about the chess for a long time that he made a move and said calmly with his eyebrows: "After all, the seal is just an act to delay time.
Time is passing, we are getting older, and the seal will be loosened and unsealed one day.
It's just that It’s a matter of time, don’t worry about it.”
"Seeing you strategizing," Olaier shook his head, "I just wanted to punch you directly, but unfortunately I am a magician."
"So what if the seal is loose?
We can't let that scoundrel and Mr.
Walder join forces to seal that child again."
Seeing that Aurel's beard stood up in anger, the old man in gold robe raised his head with a smile and curled his lips very naughtily. .
Although the golden-robed old man's aged face is covered with wrinkles of time, his mischievous pout and narrowed smiling eyes are as if they belong to this old man.
There is no sense of disobedience at all, and on the contrary, they can instantly make people lose their temper.
"Just say there is nothing you can do.
What's the use of talking so much useless nonsense."
Oler made another move, but this time the sound of the pieces falling on the chessboard was louder, as if to show that Oler was anxious and angry. mood.
"He asked you about Wangyue Temple."
The old man in gold robe raised his dry and wrinkled eyelids and raised his brows.
"Yeah, almost."
Aurel nodded, "That bastard from the abyss planned to kill that little girl Ning Meng.
This is something I didn't expect.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have let that brat risk his life to save the little girl from the Ning family. , the brat won’t risk his life to release dragon language magic, so that brat won’t accidentally learn about the dragon magician from the mouth of the abyss bastard.”
Olaier shook his head and sighed, "Faced with that boy's questioning, I really don't know how to answer.
Now, everything that I thought was expected has been disrupted.
This is the first time that I feel the old man.
So powerless."
"Even when you, a bastard, was deeply involved in the death situation of several big families, I was not as confident as I am now."
Olaier rubbed the wrinkled lines between his eyebrows vigorously, and his voice became deeper and deeper.
"In our entire life, we will eventually be unable to change it.
Isn't it still fate?"
The old man in gold robe smiled slightly, observing the chess game indifferently, thinking carefully about how to choose the position.
"I know you are more anxious than anyone else, but why are you pretending to be so-called?"
Orel's long beard curled up angrily, "If that brat really goes to find those stubborn old men, Dryad, let me see if you are in a hurry."
"The Tianyue Mountains are not under the protection of the human race.
Moreover, the abyssal bastard who was designed to kill is not dead yet and may come back for revenge at any time."
A ball of flame suddenly appeared in Olaier's hand.
The flame was bright and hot, and it would The chess pieces in Aurel's palm melted into ashes and scattered in the naughty evening breeze.
"If it wasn't for the old injury, how could I have allowed that abyssal bastard to live in this world."
The anger in Olaier's heart grew stronger and stronger, and his angry roar also became louder and louder.
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"This is the result of your insistence on imprisoning your destiny."
In response to Aurel's angry flames, the old man in gold robe wasted no time in joking.
"You don't want to be a Holy Father.
It's a pity that you have such eloquence."
Olaier raised his beard and glared at the old man in gold robe who was smiling heartlessly.
"Alas."
After hearing what Aurel said, the old man in gold robe shook his head and sighed for the first time, and said: "I do want to be a holy father, but those hypocritical liars want to kill me directly before it's too late, so how can they accept me?
False confession, let me bathe in the baptism of light."
"Hmph."
In response to the golden-robed old man's words, Olaer snorted briefly and sarcastically.
"Actually," the old man in golden robe dropped the chess piece he had been thinking about for a long time, "You don't have to be too anxious and panicked.
That scoundrel is not afraid, so what are we afraid of?"
Aurel's beard curled up, "Can you compare with that scoundrel?
He has been afraid of many races in the mainland, and everyone is afraid of him."
"Actually, I'm afraid that you will fall off the cliff that you have been climbing for decades.
If this happens, my old bones will no longer be able to save you, this bastard."
Olaier's expression dimmed, and he pushed hard Rubbing the wrinkled lines between his eyebrows, his voice was vicissitudes of life and weak.
"Perhaps, this is the most perfect ending."
The old man in gold robe smiled self-deprecatingly, "This can also prove whether the stubborn decision I made when I was young was right or wrong."
"Perhaps only by dying can one touch the truth of fate."
The old man in gold robe looked at the chess game on the chessboard with a murderous atmosphere, and the sunset and dark shadows scattered between the chessboard and the chess pieces.
"What a bastard, madman, old madman."
Seeing the madness flashing in the golden-robed old man's eyes at this moment, Orel couldn't understand the crazy excitement and comfort in his heart.
He shook his head repeatedly and cursed in a low voice.
"Let's play chess.
We don't have much free time, so don't waste this quiet evening."
Seeing that Oler still refused to put his mind back to the chess game, the old man in gold robe advised him, "Since it's no longer possible If we continue to delay the rolling wheel of time, we two immortals can only enjoy the limited time we have."
"Can't you still meet that brat?"
Olaier squinted his eyes and stared at the old man in gold robes, whose eyes were full of comfort and showed no signs of anxiety or uneasiness.
The old man in gold robe shook his head, "No."
Without waiting for Aurel to ask questions, the old man in gold robe continued: "It is better to do less than to do more.
Destiny has slipped through my fingers.
I can't add to the fog that plagues my mind."
"Moreover, if that stubborn boy sees me, he will definitely be even more unyielding."
The corners of the golden-robed old man's mouth twitched a few times, as if he, like Olaer, was also referring to the person they were talking about.
No way.
"That brat couldn't put down the pipe you made for me.
I reminded him clearly several times to return the pipe to me, but he pretended not to hear."
After a long silence, Olaier said As if he remembered something interesting, he suddenly shook his head and laughed.
"In this regard, he is very similar to Lao Ai."
The old man in gold robe laughed loudly upon hearing this, "Both of them have reached a state of obsession with alchemy and refuse to wake up."
"You still have the nerve to tell others?"
Olaer raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man in gold robe with contempt.
"I'm not obsessed, I'm touching the truth and pursuing the true meaning of destiny."
"Shut your stinky mouth full of flowers.
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It sounds disgusting."
The evening breeze still dances up and down in the house with the sleepless child's heart.
The bamboo leaves and grass placed on the window sill are still attached to the almost fleeting sunset.
The chessboard with soldiers and horses fighting and full of killings is still making the crisp sound of falling pieces. in progress.
However, in the blink of an eye, the setting sun had already fallen exhausted to the horizon, and the flaming clouds seemed to silently express the reluctance and regret in my heart.
At the same time, two old voices echoed in the red glow that was about to burn out.
"He is getting closer and closer to the truth."
"Yeah, I don't know if that stubborn and disobedient brat will do anything stupid after seeing the truth of the matter with his own eyes."
"It depends on what fate decides."
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