It's been less than half an hour.

Of the three hundred and sixty-one intersections on the chessboard, there is only one piece left to play at the moment.

However, both sides have no children left!

The young monk spoke, "Draw." ”

The young man in white squatted on the stool, arched his hand at him, and said boldly: "Agreed!"

The yellow-toothed old man grinned while drinking, and he couldn't understand it anyway, so he felt that his young master was okay, and he played with this monk twice, both times it was a draw, and it was okay.

Li Zhenlang smiled, raised one of the two hands holding his chest, pinched his chin, and did not speak.

Looking at the corners of the young monk's meaningful mouth, he looked at it again...... Although he couldn't see the demeanor of the young man in white under the veil.

In short, he saw that this young man in white couldn't play chess!

But it's still a little clever, every drop is exactly the same as the young monk, even the young monk deliberately messed up, the young man in white still learns from him, saying that it is a draw is not all right, in fact, the monk has already won, just accompanied him to play three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces, the right is entertainment, to put it bluntly, it is to put the chess pieces from the chess basket to the chessboard, it is that simple, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, it has nothing to do with the rules, even so, the monk still mentioned a black piece, so that the chessboard left a gap that can fall.

This monk does not want to win, nor does he want to lose.

Seeing Li Zhenlang's serious expression, the young monk frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Since you are a person who knows chess, the donor may as well play a game." ”

The young man in white interjected, "Come on, little brother, I'll make a seat for you, young master, come, just sit here." He moved his foot to the side.

Li Zhenlang hesitated and said, "Okay, let's have a game." With that, he sat down beside the young man in white.

The young monk looked at the dense two-color chess pieces on the chessboard and said, "The chess monk likes to play sunspots, can the donor let him?"

Li Zhenlang thought for a while, nodded and said, "The sunspot can be allowed, but the first move is not good." ”

The young monk smiled, "I'll give you a first hand." ”

The young man in white raised his hand and put down his hat.

The two each received the chess pieces on the chessboard, Li Zhenlang held the white zi, and the young monk held the black zi.

"Thank you then. Li Zhenlang said that he started and fell, and he took advantage of Tianyuan.

The young monk calmly fell into place, and the white son was vertically side by side, and the white son was cut off first.

Seeing this, Li Zhenlang smiled slightly, and the white son fell above the sunspot.

The young monk fell again, still on the side of the white son, but on the other side, in the corner of the word "Tian", four chess pieces have fallen, two by two, two by two.

Li Zhenlang started and went down again, and the first son fell side by side, and the two white sons were closely connected, wanting to extend.

The young monk lost a son lightly, and the extension of his white son was broken......

The young man in white slowly stood up, twisted his buttocks, sat down in a corner of the table, stepped on the bench with both feet, and looked seriously at the black and white chess pieces that gradually increased on the chessboard.

The yellow-toothed old man felt a little bored, it was better to drink and be happy, but he still squatted on the stool on one side and watched.

I don't know how many hands I played, the two-color chess pieces on the chessboard add up to almost eighty or ninety, and Li Zhenlang's speed of holding the chess pieces has also slowed down significantly, on the other hand, the young monk is still calm and calm, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looks very kind.

The young man in white saw that Li Zhenlang seemed to be a little indecided, raised his hand to help the hat, and did not speak, in fact, he knew that he could not play chess, and at this moment, he just confirmed it again, it turned out that playing chess was to think.

Li Zhenlang and the young monk each fell into more than 20 hands.

At this time, Li Zhenlang found that most of his chess pieces were about to run out of gas, and if they were out of gas, they would be dead chess, and they would have to raise their chess pieces, however, the monk on the opposite side would have had the opportunity to raise their pieces early in the morning, but they were slow to start, and let him Li Zhenlang continue to be angry.

The two made more than ten hands.

Li Zhenlang finally understood that this monk was forcing himself to continue his life on the surface, but in fact, he mastered the direction he wanted to fall, and forcibly changed the direction of his fall, just to frame the dragon's spine on his chessboard!

I see!

Li Zhenlang knew that he was bound to lose this game.

And to extend a mortal place by falling by yourself, you will only waste chess pieces, and in the end, there is no useful place, and this monk has mastered his own landing point and controls the direction of his own landing.

Li Zhenlang thought about it, insisted on a white child, and did not fall in a hurry.

If he still wants to save the chess, it will only fulfill the monk's great dragon momentum, he shook the hand holding the chess, anyway, it is better to break his dragon back.

This feeling of being mastered and controlled, Li Zhenlang was very resistant, this hand, no longer defensive, fell directly into the remaining few gaps between the sunspots at both ends, and wanted to forcibly "slay the dragon"!

The young monk smiled, "The donor's heart is too strong. Raised his hand and dropped a black seed, but instead of continuing to kill dozens of white pieces on the chessboard, he landed on the side of the isolated white seed, wanting to cast the dragon's spine and kill it by the way.

Li Zhenlang also smiled: "It's just a blind defense, a dead chess is still a dead chess, it can't be changed, it's better to leave it alone, maybe you can live longer, didn't the little master continue to kill?"

The young monk went to the next son, still ignoring the dead ground below, "The dragon's spine is already a must-do, what does it mean for the donor to do it knowing that he can't do it?"

The young man in white raised his hand again to support the hat.

Li Zhenlang still fell in the dragon's back, and said in a deep voice: "I don't deceive people, but if someone deceives me, oppresses me, insults me, deceives me, and slanders me, what should I do?"

The young monk held on to his son and said slowly: "There is a reincarnation of cause and effect in the world, the donor can tolerate him, let him, respect him, avoid him, stay for a few more years, you look at him." ”

Li Zhenlang smiled bitterly, looked at the monk and said: "I can't bear it, let it be excessive, it's useless to respect it, avoid it, maybe it can really change in a few years, however, not everyone has a few years to wait, some people don't have those years." "Let's talk about it, and another son.

Seeing that the young man still had the heart of "slaying the dragon", the young monk shook his head, "There are thousands of elephants in the world, there will be consequences if there is a cause, there is no endurance, you can endure it again and again, let it be excessive, you can let it be excessive, respect and useless, it is useless to respect it, avoid it, avoid it, everything is like this, since you can't change it, you have to find a way to live, live through those years, only those years, don't have a suicidal mind, can't draw it, it's not worth it." ”

"Monk, what you say, young master, I don't think it's right. ”

The young man in white shook his head, and the veil under the hat shook slightly, revealing a mouthful of vermilion.

Li Zhenlang smiled and looked up at the young man in white.

The young monk also looked at the young man in white and said lightly, "The donor also has a high opinion?"

The young man in white helped the hat and said, "It doesn't matter if you see it high or low. Then he twisted his posture, and the pair of swords behind him made a pleasant sound, and he said slowly: "But I have a sword, three feet three, celebrity style, and another sword, three feet two, famous back to snow." Who dares to lie to me?"

Although he asked softly, it was full of domineering and arrogant.

Li Zhenlang nodded, feeling that what the young man in white said was good, and he felt a little envious in his heart, and even wanted to see the true face of the young man in white.

The young monk shook his head, his hand holding the chess was still not falling, he looked at the young man in white and said slowly: "The donor has a sword, naturally he is not afraid, but in this world, not everyone is the same as the donor, not everyone has a sword, even if no one dares to bully the donor, some people will bully others." ”

The monk's words made Li Zhenlang look a little gloomy, smiled faintly, and revealed his bitterness, not everyone is like a young man in white, and isn't he the best example? Otherwise, he would not have been so distressed.

The young man in white was silent for a moment, and then said again: "I have a sword, and others can be comfortable." I have a sword, and others can do as they please. I have a sword, and others will be spared. I have a sword, others can be happy, I have a sword, others can be peaceful, I have a sword, others can endure! I have a sword, and the world can be safe!"

Li Zhenlang looked at the gently swaying veil, his eyes were blank, listening to the words of the young man in white, and he also felt a sense of resonance in his heart. However, I don't have the sword, I don't have the heart, I don't have the heart, I can't protect myself!

Ask Na Na He, Na Na Mo is silent.

The young monk got up slowly, twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and bowed his head slightly, "The donor is good, he has great aspirations, and the chess monk is ashamed." ”

The yellow-toothed old man nodded, grinning, and showed a look of relief.

The young man in white pointed to the chessboard and said, "Brother, go down here!"

Li Zhenlang smiled, looking at the place where the young man in white was pointing, it was exactly the place where he wanted to fall and forcibly "break the dragon", and he did not hesitate at the moment, holding the son and falling down, awe-inspiring and calm.

The young monk nodded and smiled, calmly fell down, the big dragon took shape, and surrounded and killed all the white sons on the dragon's spine in a row.

Li Zhenlang got up and clasped his fist at the young monk, "I lost in the next." Then he smiled.

The young monk bowed his head again and said gently: "Little monk chess monk, dare to ask the names of the three donors." ”

The young man in white helped the hat, "Flowing wind, return to the snow." ”

Li Zhenlang looked at him, and then said, "Under Li Zhenlang." ”

"I'll flow three!" said the yellow-toothed old man grinning, carrying the flask and enjoying himself.

The young monk turned his head to look outside the door, raised his hand into his arms, took out three red spike jade plates, and handed them to the three of them, "He has a fate, see you in the Southern Regions." ”

The three of them looked at the jade plaque in their hands, which was engraved with the word "Chess Sect".

Li Zhenlang nodded and smiled: "If he has a fate, he will definitely visit him." ”

The young man in white nodded.

The yellow-toothed old man was still grinning.

The young monk took the chess pieces, put the chessboard on his back, bowed to the three of them, and slowly walked out of the restaurant, all the way to the south, facing the moon.

The three of them walked out the door, looked up under the moon, watched the young monk's back fade away, and then looked at each other and smiled.

The young man in white asked the yellow-toothed old man, "How far is the Southern Regions?"

Li Zhenlang was also curious, and turned his head to look at the yellow-toothed old man.

The yellow-toothed old man sighed slightly, his old eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, "Ten thousand miles, thousands of miles, south of the Southern Regions, it is called Nanzhou." So saying, he walked to the stable.

The young man in white turned his head to Li Zhenlang and said, "Don't leave it here, there will be a period later!"

Li Zhenlang arched his hand, watched the young man in white and the old man with yellow teeth turn over and get on the horse, and then walked away.

The young Li Zhenlang stood alone in the moonlight and did not turn around and enter the house for a long time.