Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

Chapter 166 Master, Good Chess

Yuan Zhen had already learned the ins and outs from the paper cranes that Fu Ling and the others sent back. Hearing that Elder Lu still had such outrageous speculations, he naturally felt even more absurd.

"Beihai lost the Dragon Ball, so the waves turned upside down and there was no peace. Instead of trying to use some magic weapon to control Beihai, you should think about how to get the Dragon Ball back!" Yuan Zhen scolded.

"Dragon Ball? That's just a rumor, do you really believe it?" Elder Lu sneered.

"You have been tossing around for four years, but have you talked to Hai Ling once? Hai Ling doesn't know much more about what happened in Beihai than you."

Yuan Zhen wondered why this Elder Lu was so old, even older than him, why he was so brainless.The mere Beihai tsunami was not handled well, and the cause of the tsunami has not even been found out.

I've heard that some old monks have no talent or heart, and only know how to practice hard in closed doors. This cultivation base and age have risen, but they have no knowledge and brains at all, and they are not as good as those young people in the world.

No, there is such a living example in front of you.

A few years ago, I had never heard of Guiyuan Sect having such a number one figure as Elder Lu. I guess I had finally reached the stage of distraction, so I thought I could walk sideways in the cultivation world, so I came out of the cave.

It's a pity that he was unlucky. He came to Zixiaozong within a few years after he came out, and kicked into their Zixiaozong's iron plate.

"Let's write a letter to the head of Guiyuanmen. Hand over the matter of Beihai to this old bald man. Not to mention solving it, it will only be a disservice to Fuling and the others. I'm afraid that because of his cultivation, no one else will care about it." If you dare to disagree, you can only listen to his mindless instructions, and this matter has not been resolved for four years."

Xuan Wei, who was at the side, also rarely took the time to talk to him, he glanced at Yuan Zhen, and suggested.

"It's rare to hear you say something that makes sense. I'll send a letter to Jinzheng from Guiyuanmen." Yuan Zhen agreed.

When Elder Lu saw Yuan Zhen and Xuan Wei talking to each other, he said in front of him that he had no brains. He was so angry that he led his disciples to kick open the door of the meeting hall and left.

"Yuanxi Xuanwei, I will definitely make them regret it!" Elder Lu cursed as soon as he walked out of the meeting hall.

After leaving the territory of Zixiao Sect, Elder Lu ordered some of his disciples to return to Yuan Sect.

"Beihai Hailing is the chief culprit of this tsunami. To calm down the tsunami, you must first get rid of Hailing. You go back and tell the old man's master that the Zixiao Sect's Yuan Yan Xuanwei is protecting Beihai Hailing, and the old man alone is not theirs." Opponent, please master help!"

"But Elder Lu, the patriarch has been in seclusion all year round, and he has long been hidden in the world. I'm afraid we won't be able to talk to him at all." The disciples said in embarrassment.

That's one of the ancestors of their Guiyuan Sect's Town School, who hasn't shown his face for thousands of years. The Da Neng in the Transcending Tribulation Period has no attachment to ordinary things, and only concentrates on cultivation and ascension.Even if these little people can talk to the Patriarch, how can the Patriarch have the time to take care of such trivial matters.

"This old man is the only disciple of the patriarch. It is impossible for him to ignore the old man's life and death. You just need to tell him at the entrance of his cave that Yuan Zhen and Xuan Wei are going to kill me, and he will come out naturally." Elder Lu said.

The disciples had no choice but to return to Guiyuan Gate in doubt.

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"The other side seems to be quite noisy, won't it affect the thinking of playing chess?" Ji Bumeng asked while making moves.

Compared with the bustle in the Zixiaozong meeting hall, Ji Bumeng's side is quiet and quiet. Fuling and the others know that the chess game should not be disturbed. Except for the occasional conversation between Lin Zhixing and Xuan Wei, there are no other voices here. .

"Four six." Xuanwei ignored Ji Bumeng's words, and quickly reported his own response after Lin Zhixing reported Ji Bumeng's last move.

Lin Zhixing's eyes staring at the chessboard lit up after following what his master said.

"Master, good chess." After Lin Zhixing finished speaking, he scratched his head again, and said to Ji Bumeng, "I'm sorry, I slipped my mouth when I was happy."

Ji Bumeng smiled, with a look of indifference, and continued to think about his next step.

Song Minmin really didn't know the rules of Go, and she was confused at first, but considering the basic etiquette of watching others play chess, she kept holding back and remained silent.

At this time, Lin Zhixing's curious words aroused her curiosity, and she couldn't help leaning into Fuling's ear, and quietly asked Fuling, "What's so good about it?"

As a poor student who only knows how to play chess, piano, calligraphy, and painting, Fu Ling is a poor student who is trained by his mother every day, so naturally he can't see where Xuan Wei's chess moves are good, so he turns his head to approach Ji Zhi, and asks Ji Zhi quietly.

Seeing Fu Ling's blank face, Ji Zhi thought that he shouldn't talk while watching chess, so he lowered his voice like Fu Ling and the others, and he also leaned into Fu Ling's ear and secretly told her.

"Your master's chess move has cut off Ji's support, and he can take away seven chess pieces in the next move. However, there is no flaw in Baizi's camp. It cannot be broken in one or two moves, Ji. The benefactor is now several steps behind your master." Ji Zhi said.

After Fu Ling finished listening, she turned her head to Song Minmin's ear and secretly relayed the story to Song Minmin.

"Buddha is really good. He knows everything. When we talked about playing chess, he didn't say that he knew it, but he definitely knew it." Song Minmin said to Fu Ling after listening.

After listening to Song Minmin's praise for Ji Zhi, Fu Ling pursed her lips and smiled, nodding her head in agreement.

Then she didn't forget to turn her head to convey the words to Jizhi, and said after conveying: "Jizhi really knows a lot."

"The master will, and the uncles will too, it's just by hearing and seeing. Fuling is too much." Ji Zhi replied humbly.

Lin Zhixing glanced at the three people sitting in a row on the small bench beside him as if they were watching a show, and he was a little envious. Here they are playing in a serious manner. Compliment each other.

After Ji Bumeng and Xuanwei each played another move, the chess game was exactly as Ji Zhi said, seven black stones were taken away, and the chessboard suddenly changed from evenly matched black and white to white dominance.

Fu Ling was originally worried that Lin Zhixing's words were unreliable, and her master Xuan Wei's chess skills were also unreliable, but she didn't expect that Xuan Wei had already gained the upper hand after only a short time in this game.

Sure enough, being old also has its advantages. You can master more things that the juniors don't know, and you can go farther than the juniors in various fields.

But thinking about it carefully, Ji Bumeng is not an ordinary mortal, his real age may be older than Xuanwei.

In other words, if Xuanwei really wins Ji Bumeng in this game, it is not because he has lived longer than Ji Bumeng, but because he has an advantage in age, but because he is a swordsman with amazing talent in chess. , a chess genius delayed by the sword?

(End of this chapter)