After half a month of cultivation, Ge Zheng was able to move freely.

The moment when he walked out of the room and saw the sunshine, Ge Zheng narrowed his eyes.

"Ah, it feels so comfortable. If you lie down, you will feel rusted!" Ge Zheng stretched and began to look at the surrounding environment.

His location is like a small island, but it is pitifully small, less than 500 meters in radius and is surrounded by clear lake water.

The lake water was slightly cool, and Ge Zheng washed his face and stared at the lake water carefully. The water was lush in the lake, but he could not see a fish.

Looking into the distance, you can see rows of trees on the other side. It seems that the lake is not big.

"Old man, I'm leaving, goodbye!" Ge Zheng murmured in his heart.

Walking through the waves and leaving this little pitiful island.

After spending half a month together, Ge Zheng felt that the old man was a little crazy and often said some strange things, which were a few times a day. Although the old man was normal most of the time, he was stupid when he was nervous.

In the evening of that day, Ge Zheng returned to the isolated island again. The old man seemed to have guessed it long ago and sat on the shore and laughed.

"Disciple, did you have fun today?"

Ge Zheng looked at the old man with a dark face and said, "Old man, what is this place?"

The old man suddenly rose up and knocked Ge Zheng hard on the head and said, "Do you want to tell the master? You have been wandering around for a day but don't you know what place it is?"

Ge Zheng wanted to resist, but the old man was much stronger than him. He left just because he felt that the old man was not very smart.

"Master! What is this place!" People had to bow their heads under the eaves.

The old man smiled and signaled Ge Zheng to sit down and drink tea.

Ge Zheng thought this lake was not big, but it wasn't big.

Ge Zheng thought that the woods by the lake were not big, but they were not big.

The small lake is only ten miles in radius, the small island in the middle of the lake is only five hundred meters in radius, and the woods by the lake are not very big, but Ge Zheng ran away for a day but couldn't run out.

No matter which direction he runs, he will eventually return here.

Without space barriers and formation power, Ge Zheng tried all directions, going to heaven and earth, and there was no direction to escape from here.

This lake is like a sealed cage.

Although it is not big, it just can't run out.

There are ten thatched houses, a stone table, a chess board, and a pot of tea. The island is very quiet.

The black and white chess pieces were placed in the chess box, with sixteen vertical lines and sixteen horizontal lines on the chessboard. Ge Zheng and the old man sat on both sides.

"Come on, play chess with your master!" The old man waved his hand and a lantern appeared next to the chessboard.

Playing chess? Ge Zheng only knows Goji. He doesn’t know the rules of the old man playing chess. Ge Zheng also understands the basic principles of Go, but he doesn’t know how to play it.

Without giving Ge Zheng a chance to object, the old man had already made a move.

Ge Zheng didn't have the heart to play chess. Now he just wanted to know where this is and what the old man really is.

"Master, what is this?" Ge Zheng also made a move, very casual, because he didn't know the rules at all.

In this game, the old man played white chess, while Ge Zheng had black chess.

"Where is Jingxin Lake, Jingxin Island."

What the hell is it? The map Ge Peng left him has no records at all. Such a small place is not worth recording.

There was a master for some reason, but I couldn't escape if I wanted to run away.

Ge Zheng had too many questions, and asked while playing chess.

"I dare to ask what is the name of Master?"

"Ma Shangfeng, the magic pen!" When talking about his name, the old man looked very proud.

Ge Zheng really wants to complain about this name.

Ma Shangfeng! He is really crazy right away, he may be crazy at any time!

After the game, the chessboard was densely packed with two people, and black and white chess pieces were intertwined, looking messy and had no clue at all.

The old man glanced at the chessboard and couldn't help but exclaim: "I am worthy of being my disciple. I am really talented. I won the first time I played chess."

Ge Zheng looked at the chessboard and looked full of question marks. Did he win? How did he win? Why did he win?

Just when Ge Zheng was confused, the chess pieces on the chessboard began to change, and the dense black and white pieces jumped up, and turned into villains fighting each other.

After a brief fight, all Baizi fell down, only one blackzi stayed. In this game, Ge Zheng won one son.

In fact, Ge Zheng didn't know what was going on at all. Although the old man was playing chess seriously, Ge Zheng didn't know the rules at all. He felt that this might be the old man's trick.

"Disciple, you play well. Master can't teach you much. Remember these chess games, maybe you can use them in the future!" After saying that, the old man waved his hand, and the black and white chess pieces returned to the chess box, and the chessboard was cleaned up.

"One more game!" The old man was very excited.

"No, I'm hungry, I have to eat first!" Ge Zheng felt that he could not continue to accompany the old man to go crazy. He had to find a way to leave here and find a sect quickly.

The old man took out a brush, ran to the lake and dripped some lake water, and then started painting directly on the stone table. After painting, a table of rich dishes appeared, and Ge Zheng was almost shocked and dropped his chin.

"This is OK? It's really a magic pen!"

Ge Zheng had seen too many methods, and it was the first time he had seen the painting directly into a real object, but he felt that this thing might be a fool and was not that magical.

After eating and drinking,

Ge Zheng had no choice but to continue playing chess with the old man. This time he really put his heart into practice. Although he was still playing randomly, he kept all the divisions of the chess pieces in his mind.

Although Ma Shangfeng was a little crazy, Ge Zheng could feel that this crazy old man was not simple, and maybe there were some changes in the chess game.

After the second game, Ge Zheng's mind was full of the way he made the move just now. The space he had never understood had been able to move at this moment, and it seemed that the game contained changes in magical powers.

"It's really not simple!" Ge Zheng muttered in his heart in surprise, and then said, "Master, this game..."

"You won, you are so awesome!" Ma Shangfeng waved his hand, and the chess piece turned into a villain to fight again.

After the battle, five black pieces were left on the chessboard, and Ge Zheng defeated five sons.

"Come again!" This time, without waiting for the old man to urge him, Ge Zheng took the initiative to ask.

In the third game, the two played an hour before the end. Ge Zheng still did not see through the rules of the chess game, but he still won, defeating Jiuzi.

This time, Ge Zheng did not understand the new magical powers, but he still remembered the game just now.

"Come again!"

Ma Shangfeng shook his head and said, "No, he can only play three games a day, and only play three days a month."

Ge Zheng was a little disappointed, but there was nothing to say.

"Master, you are living here alone. Even if I am determined to be your disciple, you know that if you want to become a talent, you must go through the battle experience. There are only you and me here. You can't be my training in person." Ge Zheng still wanted to leave.

Ma Shangfeng did shock Ge Zheng, but he was always crazy, and it was normal. If he really fell into crazy...

Ge Zheng had seen Ma Shangfeng go crazy. The white one would turn into half black and half white, clearly distinguished, and his eyes would turn into black and white, with demonic energy lingering and fairy spirits. It was difficult to understand that state.

Ge Zheng was a little scared, afraid that Ma Shangfeng would kill him one day without control.

"What a nonsense, your injury has not yet healed, and you are still thinking about fighting. Starting tomorrow, I will follow the old man to plant rice seedlings and go to bed first today."

After saying that, Ma Shangfeng went back to the room on his own, leaving Ge Zheng sitting there in a daze.

"Old man, you..." Before Ge Zheng could finish speaking, a stone flew out of the room and smashed Ge Zheng's forehead into a big bag.

"Call Master! Get back to sleep quickly, otherwise you will look good tomorrow!"

This is really soft and afraid of hardness, and hard and arrogant.

Such a tough man, when he met a arrogant and unreasonable man like Ma Shangfeng, he could only obey the situation.

After sleeping until dawn, when Ge Zheng walked out of the door, he was shocked again. The island of five hundred meters in radius became a thousand meters in radius, and ten thatched houses were also transferred to the edge. Behind the thatched houses were a rice field of 100,000 square meters, and the raised rice seedlings were piled up on the edge of the rice field.

Ge Zheng had expectations, but now it seems that he is really a rice plant.

"Disciple, I tell you, be careful. As long as you do anything carefully, you will have a different experience. The cultivation of rice is not simple. There is a lot of knowledge in transplanting rice. It must be lined up one by one. The interval between each rice plant must be three inches. Do you understand?"

Ge Zheng doesn’t want to grow rice, he wants to practice!

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Ge Zheng was thrown directly into the rice field.

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Do you think your master is crazy, right? Then you don't know my identity. I tell you, I am the great elder of the Huanyu Sect! Learn with my heart, and I tell you that when you have achieved success in your studies, I will take you back to the Huanyu Sect. I tell you to be the candidate for the sect leader."

Ma Shangfeng spitted everywhere, and I told you one by one, which made Ge Zheng feel very embarrassed.

However, he felt that what Ma Shangfeng said should be true. This crazy old man is probably really the elder of the Huanyu Sect.

The rice fields that were one thousand meters long and one thousand meters wide were placed in front of Ge Zheng, and he could not resist.

Ge Zheng was all present. In this confined space, Ma Shangfeng was just telling him. He would do whatever he wanted, and the whole world was under his control.

Ge Zheng even suspected that this was a small world. Ge Zheng, who refined the heart of the Mingxu Spirit Realm, was also invincible in the Mingxu Spirit Realm. This has nothing to do with cultivation. He simply controlled the small world. No matter how you have a great cultivation level, you have to lie down honestly.

In the rice field, Ge Zheng was still stepping back step by step, each step was three inches. One step back was to plant a rice plant.

Anyway, Ge Zheng from the previous life was also a child from the countryside. He has been in contact with rice transplanting since childhood. He has never done it with his own hands, but has seen it countless times.

Ma Shangfeng took out his brush, stuck it with the lake water, painted out of thin air, and drew a lounge chair by the rice field watching Ge Zheng work, muttering something in his mouth.
To be continued...