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It must be so.

Otherwise, how could there be such a powerful person here.

This person must be the person arranged by Da Zhou.

"I didn't expect that there were such powerful people in Da Zhou besides Zhou Yi, Su Ningyu and others!"

Everyone was shocked by Zhou Heng, and the only person in front of him who could go down to such a realm with Meng Fang was the one in front of him.

Half a year ago, Meng Fang even defeated his master Geng Xin and became the veritable first chess player in Nanliang.

Meng Fang was also shocked, he didn't expect the owner of this small tea shop to be so powerful, and he was on the same level as himself, no matter how he changed the road, the other party could detect it.

Two hours passed.

The boiling tea had cooled down, but Meng Fang and Zhou Heng still had no intention of stopping.

"Abbot, Zhou Heng is playing chess with someone below!"

Someone from Hanshan Temple came up and said to Zhang Daoheng.

"Really?"

"Well, it's been two hours, and the two of them are still blind. ”

"Oh, it looks like you've met an opponent. Zhang Daoheng said that he knew Zhou Heng's chess skills, and the person who could make Zhou Heng play for two hours was by no means an ordinary person.

"Abbot, do you know who the other party is?"

"If my guess is correct, it should be Nanliang Mengfang. Zhang Daoheng said that there are basically no young people who can match Zhou Heng in the Great Zhou, and the only possibility is Meng Fang of Nanliang.

......

"Don't go down!"

Meng Fang thought about it again and again, and finally heard what Zhou Heng said.

Not down?

Meng Fang was stunned, this was the critical time, and he couldn't say anything.

"Why not?"

"You are here to drink tea and not to play chess!" Zhou Heng explained, he is the one who runs a tea shop, and he is not a chess club, if you want to play chess, you can go to Chang'an, where there are many chess clubs.

Meng Fang was a little speechless by Zhou Heng's words, and it is undeniable that what Zhou Heng said made sense.

They're here for tea, not chess.

"Good!"

Meng Fang nodded.

"Young Master Meng's tea is cold!" said the person next to him, Meng Fang and Zhou Heng were almost forgetting themselves when they were playing chess, and they didn't dare to disturb, so they waited quietly on the side.

I didn't expect to wait for two hours.

"Then go burn it again!" Meng Fang said.

After Meng Fang finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Heng, "Come on, let's play another game!" Meng Fang said, Zhou Heng is a master, and playing tricks with Zhou Heng makes people feel like they are meeting opponents in chess.

"Next game?"

Zhou Heng looked at Meng Fang, did he really think he was a sparring partner?

"No, I still have to close the stall to do today's task!" Zhou Heng shook his head and said, go up to run a tea shop, and in the afternoon Zhou Heng has to fetch water, chop wood, and copy scriptures.

"Mission?"

"That's right, I'm a lay disciple of Hanshan Temple, and I still have to fetch water, chop wood, and copy scriptures today. ”

Zhou Heng said.

As the saying goes, to be a monk for a day and ring the bell for a day, although he is not a monk, he also comes to Hanshan Temple to cultivate, since this is the case, he must complete the task every day.

This is also a kind of tempering of the mind.

"You don't have to do today's task!"

The voice came, and Zhang Daoheng took the Yongming monk to the side of the tea shop.

"Really?"

"Really!" said the monk Yongming.

"Thank you, Master, can you follow me in the next game!" Meng Fang looked at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng glanced at Meng Fang and looked at Zhang Daoheng.

"You really won't let me work?"

"That's right, you don't have to work for a month. Monk Yongming said that not working for a month is a very tempting condition.

"Good. ”

Zhou Heng readily agreed.

"Go get my chessboard!"

Meng Fang said that this time he was not playing blind chess with Zhou Heng, and he was going to get serious.

The chessboard was placed on the table in front of Meng Xiang.

Zhou Heng and Meng Fang sat opposite each other.

"Abbot!"

"Go and write down the chess game for me just now!" Zhang Daoheng whispered to Monk Yongming, Zhou Heng's battle with Meng Fang was the only way they could understand Meng Fang.

How could such a God-given opportunity be missed.

"Understood. ”

Monk Yongming nodded, and he took a few steps back to stand in the endgame of the first game, the Ssangyong endgame.

"This Double Dragon endgame is truly a classic!"

"If I see the ending, I will die without regrets!"

"Judging from the current situation, both sides are secretly killing, and the next step is really unpredictable. ”

Everyone was attracted by the Ssangyong endgame.

Some people even began to deduce the next move, but there was no way, he only played the third move, and he didn't know how to make a move.

On this side, Zhou Heng and Meng Fang started a new confrontation.

The black and white chess pieces are clearly distinguished.

The chessboard is like a battlefield, and the chess pieces are like soldiers, attacking each other, like a thrilling confrontation.

Even Zhang Daoheng was completely attracted to the past.

The chess pieces under Meng Fang and Zhou Heng are ever-changing, even if you are watching the battle from the sidelines, if you are a little distracted, you will not be able to keep up with the rhythm of the two of them.

Black is like a majestic mountain that surrounds white, but white does not show weakness.

The white chess piece is like a waterhole in the mountains and forests, the waves crash on the shore, the waves are stacked, and it feels like it is about to break away from the black chess at any time.

You come and go.

The emperor became more and more intense, the mountains gradually collapsed, and the waterholes gradually withered.

The chess pieces on the chessboard were slowly eaten, and the chessboard in front of me seemed to be a collapsed world, becoming fragmented.

"I lost!"

In the end, Meng Fang put down the chess pieces in his hand and said with a light sigh.

"I conceded. Zhou Heng smiled and waved his hand, this matter didn't seem to be a big deal, if it weren't for Zhang Daoheng's one-month commitment, he wouldn't have been able to play chess.

Meng Fang looked at Zhou Heng and couldn't see any smug look on Zhou Heng's face.

Zhou Heng just smiled indifferently, this matter is like this cool breeze in the mountains, it will pass by and it will pass, there is nothing worth remembering.

"In the Lower Mengfang, dare to ask the name of Brother Tai?"

Meng Fang wanted to know Zhou Heng's name, he lost, there was nothing to say, he could only say that his skills were not as good as others, but to say that he didn't even know who he lost to, wouldn't he be too aggrieved.

"A man who is idle in the mountains is not worth mentioning!"

Zhou Heng replied.

"Brother Tai really doesn't want to tell his name?" Meng Fang continued to ask with some reluctance, "Meng Fang's skills are not as good as others, and I am convinced, but if someone asks me who I lost to in the future, if I can't answer, Meng Fang is unwilling!"

Meng Fang said.

"Zhou Heng. ”

Zhou Heng replied.

Since Meng Fang said so, Zhou Heng also replied.

I wanted to be a hermit master, but it seems that I can't do it.

Zhou Heng?

Meng Fang hesitated for a moment, thinking back to this name in his mind, very familiar, very familiar, he could hear this name almost every day.

But there is no No. 1 person like Zhou Heng among the people who are so good at chess.

Hermit masters?

It's impossible, if it's a hermit master, how can you feel familiar.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Heng frowned when he saw Meng Fang, his face full of doubts, as if he felt that his memory was short-circuited and he couldn't remember it even after racking his brains.

"Your name is somewhat familiar!"

Meng Fang said, just on his lips, but he just couldn't say it. High-quality and free reading is in the Reading Pavilion.