It turned out that this man named Zhou Jin was from the Butterfly Killer Group, and the Butterfly Killer Group ranked first in the overall strength of the killer world, belonged to the Butterfly Family, and was directly ordered by the Butterfly Family. When Wang Xuan asked why Zhou Jin came to protect him, Zhou Jin only said that it was related to Wang Xuan's grandfather, Lin Dongfang. As for the secret, Zhou Jin refused to reveal a word more. After smoking a cigarette, Zhou Jin said: "In a short time, the Black Dragon Gang will not trouble you anymore." You can go back, I should report back to the family, and we'll see each other again soon. After that, he was like a swallow, jumping up without a medium, and in just a few breaths, Wang Xuan couldn't see the figure of Zhou Yuan. Xiao Xiao envied a handful of light work, and went home, and he had to go to school tomorrow. After all, he and the killer are people of two worlds, and maybe they won't have much communication in the future.

Black Dragon Gang, gang leader, Ling Chi hasn't come back yet, I'm afraid it's already ...... The eagle-eyed man said with a hideous face, "Lin Dongfang, I'm afraid there is another feud between us." It's time to carry out the Black Dragon Project, don't worry about that kid for now, I'm afraid there are masters around him. If you think I only have this hole card, you're underestimating me. ”

"In 2013, the first chess tournament of the Sixth Middle School officially began. "Just like Zhou Jinping said, Wang Xuan has not had anything to do in the past month, but Wang Xuan always feels that something will happen recently, which is a feeling, an intuition. "Wang Xuan, what do you think? It's time to enter. The man behind him whispered, it was Ding Yi. "I hope you can win the championship!" "I sure I will." Wang Xuan replied confidently. Walking into the venue, the nearly 300-square-meter log floor surprised Wang Xuan's snacks: No. 6 Middle School really made a lot of money. With a huge hall, 25 tables, 50 players, and 15 referees, every student actively used their brains to fight on the chessboard as the game bell rang. Everything is going in order.

Playing chess with Wang Xuan is a boy with glasses, Wang Xuan takes the red first, he dares to be the first in the world at the first step, and directly uses his own cannon to exchange for the opponent's horse, and the two rooks on the opposite side have come out in an instant, and the red side has not even taken a step forward in the horse, try to ask who is not absolutely sure who dares to go like this except for fools, who else! After giving the opponent such an advantage directly, Wang Xuan gave up his horse again, and now the black side has a good prospect, two rooks and two artillery and five pawns, while the red side is only two rooks and three pawns, and even the middle pawn is lost, so the result is that an enemy cannon is mounted in front of Wang Xuan's barracks, bringing an invisible threat all the time. Wang Xuan turned a blind eye to this threat, and he moved his car commander to drive straight in and take down the other party's elephant. Black didn't have any intention of returning the aid, but instead sent Black soldiers to make way for the rook, planning a shocking kill. The two sides are fiercely deploying troops, and now winning or losing is a contest of time, and whoever launches the attack first will mean the end of the chess game. After a few turns, Black's pawn became a burden, unable to win with several moves, in response to the old saying "A barking dog does not bite." On the other hand, on the red side, Wang Xuan's double rook seemed to be descending from the demon god, and every move took away an invisible blood mist, and the health of the black general's health dropped rapidly. I hope I'm losing to the leader. "I'll be number one. "Tournament second, friendship first. Wang Xuan still has a good impression of this chess player. And so the first game came to an end. It is worth mentioning that the game here is not an international system of two wins in three games, in order to save time, the school has adopted a common solo battle, that is, a win-loss system, so Wang Xuan's first game ended in such a relaxed and enjoyable way.

The next few games were much the same, and Wang Xuan won. Seeing that the finals were coming, the school temporarily notified that the finals would be postponed to a month later, and at the same time, the school vigorously publicized it to the outside world, and Wang Xuan didn't say anything about the school putting gold on his face.

"Wang Xuan, you are so good, this is the finalist, how can it be like I was knocked down in the first round. Forget it, don't talk about it, you come to my house to play this week!" Ding Yi's expression fluttered. "Well, it's okay anyway. Wang Xuan nodded.

Time flies. "Where the hell is your house? I've been walking for almost an hour. Wang Xuan said helplessly. "No, it's already here. Ding Yi replied with a hippie smile. What appeared in front of Wang Xuan was a quaint wooden door, which was not even too conspicuous, and the only thing that stood out was the vigorous and powerful couplets on both sides of the gate. Maybe the couplet is not attractive, but the most essential culture of China constituted by the mellow strokes made Wang Xuan intoxicated, "This is the work of a certain calligrapher!" "Well, my handwriting is good!" Ding Yi said proudly. Wang Xuan exclaimed, "This is what you wrote? Such a work can be sold for a lot of money." Ding Yi suddenly said seriously: "Calligraphy is an art, not something that can be measured by money!" Wang Xuan only felt that the words were sonorous and powerful, striking on his heart. "I'm sorry. Wang Xuan's heartfelt apology was not only for Ding Yi's calligraphy attainments, but also for his love for calligraphy.

As soon as you enter the door, a smell of ink hits you, what a scene this is! The 80-square-meter hut is not large, and the calligraphy works hanging on the wall, all the palm-sized characters, undoubtedly show this. However, these spirits made of carbon atoms do not feel half conflicted, but are very harmonious, giving people a different beauty. "You wrote all this?" I saw that Ding Yi had come to the writing desk at some point, and the wonderful brush he held in his hand jumped rhythmically, leaving eternal handwriting on the paper. Wang Xuan didn't bother him, watching Ding Yi finish his creation and exhale a turbid breath. At this time, Ding Yi was already sweating profusely. He came to Wang Xuan, "How about taking a look? This is my pinnacle work at the moment." Wang Xuan turned his gaze to the shocking work that had just been completed. There are four whole squares of four big characters "quiet and far-reaching", "Yongzi Eight Laws" is just right, the bold big characters are like flowing water, a book is irregular, and even some wrinkled paper is simply embellished with four words of gorgeous and colorful, its layout is wonderful, it is estimated that it is almost the same as Wang Xizhi. Suddenly, the other works in the room were eclipsed, like a pheasant ashamed of himself when he saw a phoenix. Wang Xuan couldn't help but clap his hands. He understands that Ding Yi's attainments in calligraphy have long surpassed his own shallow views in chess.

At the same time, he had a great interest in this calligraphy boy, what kind of environment would create such a talent, for a moment, he felt that Ding Yi was the king, writing his own glorious war history, that feeling was like the aura released when he went all out to play chess. Wang Xuan had the idea of taking Ding Yi to Huangshan once, "Ding Yi, you are indeed very powerful, you have time to go to Huangshan once with me! I know that there is a calligraphy master there." "Really, okay, no problem, I also want to go to Huangshan!" Wang Xuan thought to himself, if Ding Yi was really a calligraphy saint, then he should have a similar experience to himself!