The lonely pavilion in Gushan.

The mountain wind blows Song Qianji's long hair and sleeves.

His skin was fair, and when his wine surged, a thin layer of redness appeared.

The nose is fragrant with fruit wine, the top of the head is shining with the galaxy, and the valley is under the feet.

‌This good night, Song Qianji leaned against the mottled pavilion pillar, and felt floating in the clouds, floating and sinking.

The girl in yellow dress curled her lips: "If you really understand, why don't you sign up to play and earn a leader, but you'll drink alone?"

"I won't go on stage, I'll have to drink!" Song Qianji muttered.

The girl frowned. This drunkard was unreasonable and did not knock him out by himself. The game ended and woke him up so that he would not talk drunkenly and disturb his master.

The chess ghost face is shameless and shouting "Understanding Chess" is tantamount to asking for a sword at the door of the Sword God.

Overestimate one's own abilities, and do not know how to live or die.

She walked to the drunkard, and just raised her hand, suddenly she met a pair of clear snow-like eyes—

When the stars shine, the rippling waves are generated, and it looks like the rippling spring water filled with Yaoguang Lake.

It is also like the sea under the moonlight, which looks endless and accommodates all things.

His temperament is very inconsistent with his arrogant and drunken words.

He said: "Go to the 43rd, ha, I'll give you a midnight snack for free! It's not 'Fight'!"

The laughter is not loud, but it is extremely light and free.

The girl came back to her senses, and he changed his move for the white chess, subconsciously looked at the wheel, and calculated a step silently.

I do understand that a mediocre hand is nothing but meritorious. It is not as exquisite as Li Ergou's "Go to Four Three".

She couldn't help but sneer: "'Go to Si San' can still defend the city. If you go to 'Ping Wu Ba', I will kill you with one knife!"

She was upset after she said that.

I, Liying, is still a disciple around the chess ghost. Although I am not a personal disciple, what can I fight with a drunkard?

Isn’t it embarrassing to the master?

Song Qianji did not think about it and reported another direction.

Liying's expression changed slightly: "I was careless just now, and I didn't have a move, but you couldn't beat me at all! I advise you not to provoke me to make moves, so that you won't get lost in the game and suffer bad consequences."

When monks play chess, they often use their spiritual sense to calculate and deduce the troops and arrange troops. Those who have fragile spiritual sense and exhaust their ability to calculate will have dizziness in their minds, chest tightness and annoyance, and vomit blood and coma in the worst case.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "If I win, why?"

Liying said angrily: "If you really win, I can call you ancestors and grandpa; if you lose, you have to kneel down and kowtow, and call me aunt! Enter sixteenth!"

She followed what Song Qianji said and left a son fiercely.

After saying that, I remembered the Master's expression. The Master's expression was faint, his eyes closed slightly, and he had the slightest intention of blaming her, and he couldn't help but become more courageous.

She had a smooth situation since childhood, and she was not aware of her suffering, and was lively and innocent. She was used to wanting to be a chess ghost teacher. The so-called genius always felt that they were just this, and they would inevitably feel a little bit of self-satisfaction and arrogance.

Song Qianji did not comment, but only opened his mouth to deal with it.

The mountain pavilion is high and the clouds are heard, and the sounds in the valley are inaudible, but the sounds of clear steps sound in Liying's heart.

It was her and the drunkard.

She was determined to make the other party convinced, and her moves became more and more ruthless.

Starting from the arrival of the Song submarine aircraft in the pavilion, the two men in the valley fell forty sons, each with profit and loss.

Zhao Lin was so angry that he was so angry that Li Ergou was so jumping up and down. The chess table was brightly lit, and the observer exclaimed and sighed.

The two of them also said forty words in the pavilion.

The girl's voice is gentle, but sometimes it is rapid and sometimes hesitant.

Song Qianji's voice was drunk and distracted, no matter how the other party rushed to the siege, he always smiled.

After fifty steps, the dilemma suddenly changed and the clouds broke out.

The pretty girl's face was slightly pale, she suddenly turned her head and stared at Song Qianji in surprise:

"Who are you?"

Song Qianji raised his head, took a sip of fruit wine, and sighed with satisfaction: "I am an outer disciple. Ping Sanjiu!"

Liying didn't believe it. This person was dressed simply and simply, but the purple jade wine jar in his hand was priceless. I don't know where he came from.

He has extraordinary computing power, his chess path is lonely, and he is silent and nameless.

When will the number one figure appear in the world of cultivation?

She still dissatisfied and closed her eyes to calculate.

When you reach a hundred steps, your forehead is covered with sweat and wet your bangs. There are thousands of possible changes that can be made during the sea of ​​consciousness.

Not long after, the vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard suddenly twisted and deformed, tightly wrapping her around, white pieces fell down, and the huge rock pressed against her chest.

I had difficulty breathing for a moment, and my eyes were dim and dark.

"Bang!"

When the road was at its end and when it was sunk into the darkness, someone suddenly slapped her behind her back.

A palm was light and without force, but it fell from the sky like a giant knife, instantly shattering the big stone in the chest.

"There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. Xiaoli, you should have known this time, right?"

The old man sat wither in the pavilion said lightly.

"Master!"

The girl opened her eyes and suddenly the stars were in the sky, and the silver light was exposed; the valley was holding a light, and the lights were bright and the figures were numerous.

A kind of life after the disaster surged in a daze, making her nose a little sore, as if she had suffered a great grievance, "Thank you, Master!"

The old man opened his eyes: "Go to Jiusi."

He took over Heizi and took over the endgame, but he looked at Song Qianji, and his face still had a look of fatigue.

But one son is settled, and the wonderful hands are blooming, and the clouds are clear.

Song Qianji shook his head and said in a vague way: "Take the little girl away, I'm here. The little girl is stupid, the old girl is sick, why should I come here?!"

"You are bold!" Liying stopped drinking, still breathing.

"It's okay." The old man laughed.

Liying stared at Song Qianji, thinking that his master had just been uttered by the Saint of Calligraphy, and he had nowhere to vent his depression, so he must be a heavy move.

If you deliver it to your door by yourself, you will be considered unlucky.

But the drunkard was about to speak, but suddenly stopped again, as if he had calculated that the game was very powerful.

His smile disappeared, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a sense of awe-inspiring loneliness between his eyebrows.

He suddenly shouted: "It's here! Go to Eight Six!"

The sound shakes the sea of ​​clouds, and the mountains and forests are rustling.

Liying was startled and became nervous for no reason.

The spring breeze blew and the fragrance of wine filled the air, and Song Qianji's face became even more flushed.

The old man's eyes gradually gathered his sharp spirit.

Li Ying'er listened to blind chess and made a move in his heart, but the two of them fought a hundred steps, and they were going back and forth, and the black-sized dragon rushed out of the sky, and the white-sized river rushed endlessly.

The more she listened, the more frightened she became, and she didn't dare to calculate too much. She took out a note and a small regular script from the storage bag, and focused on recording the chess scores of the two.

She still felt that tonight was extremely ridiculous. When the master was discouraged, a drunken ghost broke in and turned out to be a drunkard.

Master said that endurance of illness and torture will bring blessings. Could it be that the reward is today?

The crowds of people watching the chess suddenly burst into cheers, shaking the sky and the earth.

People flocked to the valley and shouted the famous situation.

It seems that in the final game of the chess trial, Li Ergou or Zhao Lin will win or lose. The chess trial leader will be determined.

But in the pavilion of the mountain in the sky, who cares?

Intoxicated by the spring breeze, Song Qianji swayed, took two steps to look at the old man's face.

The old man's eyes were bright and bright, and the deepest whirlpool in the Dead Sea was about to suck away the soul.

The backbone is straight and the sword is completely different from the one who is sitting with his tiring position just now.

Song Qianji thought, "Uncle looks haggard and thin, but he is in a state of energy."

Is it a disease?

Then I'm not polite.

"Go to Baqi. Fly!"
To be continued...