Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 127 Girl, Are You Still Still?

"I don't know, let's try." Ji Bumeng said, walking around Fuling and walking forward.

"Ji Bumeng, what are you doing here, get lost!"

"Our master won't play chess with you, you can roll as far as you want!"

When the guards saw Ji Bumeng approaching, they drew their swords and chased him away, not allowing Ji Bumeng to get any closer.

Compared to her who was just blocked outside, Ji Bumeng's treatment was much worse...

"I'm here, just to remind Zhou Tianyuan that tomorrow is the last day of the appointment, and I will come to ask Zhou Tianyuan for advice, and I hope Zhou Tianyuan will not miss the appointment." Ji Bumeng walked towards the door. After speaking loudly, he stopped pestering and retreated.

"Miss, did you come here to find Zhou Tianyuan? Could it be that you are also a chess player?" Ji Bumeng asked Fuling after retreating to Fuling's side.

"I'm not good at chess, I just came here to find a friend." Fu Ling replied.

Although her mother cultivated her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, she didn't learn everything very well.

"The gate of Zhou Mansion is difficult to enter, girl, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter today. It's better to be a chess player for me, and when I come back tomorrow, I will go in with me." Ji Bumeng suggested to Fuling.

Fu Ling thinks about what Ji Bumeng said makes sense, but she herself can wait until it is dark before climbing over the wall to find Senior Sister Moran, and she doesn't have to go around this big circle to ask Ji Bumeng for help.

"No need, thank you for your kindness." Fu Ling refused.

Ji Bumeng didn't force her, she just said: "Young lady, if you change your mind, you can wait for me here tomorrow morning."

Early the next morning, when Ji Bumeng arrived at the gate of the Zhou Mansion, many people had already gathered at the gate. The news that he challenged Zhou Tianyuan had already spread throughout the city. Today, these people came to see him and Zhou Tianyuan. Tianyuan's game.

But for him, the challenger, none of the people came up to greet him, and most of them looked at him unkindly.

Zhou Tianyuan is kind and charitable, and his prestige in this city is not low, and the hearts of the people are all towards him.

But Ji Bumeng didn't care about it either, he was a chess idiot, in fact he wasn't that obsessed with the outcome of the chess game, he just played chess for the sake of playing chess.

Outside the crowd, on the steps in the corner of Zhou Mansion, Fu Ling was counting ants with her chin in her hands.

She planned to sneak in last night, but as soon as she turned inside, she was caught by the servants of the Zhou Mansion. She couldn't use the fairy art in front of ordinary people, so she had to let them throw her out of the gate.

When she rejected Ji Bumeng yesterday, she was still full of confidence, thinking that it would be difficult for her, an excellent monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, to turn over a mortal's mansion, who would have known such bad luck.I can only wait for Ji Bumeng here this morning.

"Girl, are you still there?" A voice with a hint of a smile sounded above Fu Ling's head.

As soon as Fu Ling looked up, she saw Ji Bumeng smiling, and she seemed very happy.

"If Mr. Ji can step into the Zhou Mansion today, please ask Mr. Ji to help me with him." Fu Ling got up and said to Ji Bumeng.

"Naturally, Miss, come with me. I will definitely be able to enter the gate of the Zhou Mansion today." Ji Bumeng turned and walked through the crowd.

Fu Ling followed Ji Bumeng to the door. This time, several guards at the door stood still and let Ji Bumeng walk in.

After Fuling and Ji Bumeng walked into the Zhou mansion, the rest of the people were kept out of the door, but a few servants quickly walked out of the Zhou mansion, and a huge chessboard was set up at the gate of the mansion. The chess game is to be announced to the public, so that the people in the city can watch it.

After entering the Zhou mansion, Ji Bumeng and Fuling were led by servants from the mansion, and the two followed the servants through several yards before being ushered into a small garden.

In the garden, a stone table, a chess set and an old man were already waiting for Ji Bumeng.

Zhou Tianyuan had been ill for a long time, his face was pale, his body was bent, and he was still wearing a thick coat in spring.But when he saw Ji Bumeng coming, he still lifted it up and smiled at Ji Bumeng, "Ji Xiaoyou, please sit down."

Ji Bumeng walked over and sat down opposite Zhou Tianyuan, then grabbed a handful of chess pieces and held them in the palm of his hand, "Double or single?"

Mr. Huang behind Zhou Tianyuan saw that Ji Bumeng sat down straight away, and immediately wanted to start the game. He raised his eyebrows angrily, "Zhu Zi, you are so rude."

"Young man is arrogant. No one has frustrated his spirit. That's why he was taught to be so rude. He didn't know how to respect his seniors." Zhou Tianyuan's other chess players were also over fifty years old. Everyone is condemning what they have done.

Fu Ling thought to herself, although Ji Bumeng didn't salute Zhou Tianyuan, so he can't be called a polite junior, but in fact he didn't do anything rude, he just went straight to the point and sat down to start the game, so he wouldn't be so rude. Be called rude.

For people like them in the world of cultivating immortals, it is perfectly normal for them to fight directly when they have an appointment to fight in the ring, and salutes are all false.

But how could she, an outsider, know anything about their go circle? Maybe there is such a rule in their circle?

Mo Ran also stood behind Mr. Zhou, and Fu Ling quietly walked to Mo Ran's side.

Mo Ran had also seen Fu Ling a long time ago. Seeing Fu Ling coming, he secretly asked her, "Is your senior brother with you?"

Fu Ling shook her head, "I haven't seen Third Senior Brother. Senior Sister Mo Ran, is Mr. Zhou really that seriously ill?"

Fu Ling still remembered that Mr. Huang said yesterday that Ji Bumeng was going to kill Zhou Tianyuan, and in order to ask Ji Bumeng to give up challenging Zhou Tianyuan, he even knelt down to Ji Bumeng.

It must have been so sick that he couldn't even play chess.

"This Mr. Zhou is depressed and his pulse is not smooth. Don't think too much and hurt your body. Maybe it's because he has played chess for many years and cared about the outcome of the game. Overthinking, coupled with family affairs, will cause such a disease. " Mo Ran whispered to Fu Ling, it is not easy for others to hear this.

"So you really can't play chess?" Fu Ling asked.

"No, especially in today's round, everyone in the city is watching, and the opponent is still a child. It is especially harmful to Master Zhou's symptoms. A few days ago, I heard that Ji Bumeng had won against Mr. Huang, and everyone in the Zhou family Sigh, you know that today's round is extremely dangerous."

"Even senior sister can't heal?"

"If you use elixir and supplement it with spiritual energy, it will be easy to prolong the life of mortals, but you also know that this is just the world of picture scrolls, you and I must not interfere with the lives of these mortals."

Fu Ling understands this truth, whether it is Ji Bumeng or Zhou Tianyuan, she and Senior Sister Mo Ran can only watch on how this game of chess affects the two of them.

The chess game has already started, Zhou Tianyuan guessed wrong odd or even, and the first move fell into Ji Bumeng's hands.

The start was relatively calm, and the servant who copied the game record was busy in and out. When it came to the middle game, Ji Bumeng's speed remained the same, but Zhou Tianyuan's speed was much slower, and he had to think about the first half of the move The time of stick incense.

Not only that, Zhou Tianyuan's complexion became more and more gloomy, and the hand holding the chess piece was trembling non-stop, and it was already very difficult to move the chess piece.

(End of this chapter)