The chess maniac is very unhappy today, no one is willing to come to gamble chess, even the scoundrel boy who often comes to gamble has not come for many days, it is really boring.

The chess maniac smacked his mouth twice, and there was not even a drop of the wine jug left in his hand, and he couldn't sleep no matter how he lay on the broken straw mat.

Also, no one is willing to come to gamble on chess all day long, and they have been taking a nap, and they have just woken up, where can they still sleep.

Lying on the mat with Erlang's legs crossed, looking up at the vast starry sky, tonight is probably another sleepless night.

The cross street in the night is still bustling and brightly lit, which also provides great convenience for Jiang Changan's tracking, but Yan Fei's strength is unfathomable, Jiang Changan only dares to mix in the crowd and watch from afar.

Yan Fei trembled from the alley, walked to the front and sat down on the spot.

So there was a very interesting scene, in the deep alley that no one cared about, the nose was filled with the rancid smell of dead rats, and two old men sat opposite each other on a chessboard, one white and one black.

Yan Fei, who was dressed in white, looked more than twenty years older than a chess maniac, but at this moment, he was respectful in the face of this crazy chess maniac.

Yan Fei dragged his hoarse voice and said, "Old man, dare to ask your name?"

The chess maniac never looked up at him, Yan Fei didn't care, Yan Buxun said a little impatiently: "My teacher is asking you!"

"Not inferior!" Yan Fei scolded. He opened the folded flesh and skin that covered his eyelids, looked at the old man in front of him, and said again: "It's been twenty years since I was separated in the past, but I didn't expect the old gentleman to be here." ”

Yan Buxun looked at the inconspicuous old flower in front of him in horror, speechless.

Jiang Changan was also taken aback, the title of "sir" is not something that can be called casually, although he has already felt that the identity of a chess madman is unusual through a month of playing chess, but he didn't expect that even the elders of the Heavenly Master's Mansion would have to honestly call him sir!

The chess maniac looked up tightly and took a nap again.

Yan Fei was not in a hurry, and sat down to watch the endgame on the chessboard, thoughtful.

"Huh?" a flash of surprise flashed on Yan Fei's face, "Strange, weird!"

The chess maniac was reluctant to deal with this white-bearded old man, but seeing that the other party was suddenly interested in the situation on the chess table next to him, he sat up directly with a snort.

"Oh, tell me, what's the blame, what's the blame?"

Yan Fei said: "It can be seen that the black chess here has been planning to attack at the beginning, and in this final game, the chess game has obviously fallen into the situation of no victory or defeat in the cycle of three tribulations, but this black chess dares to make a dangerous move, no, it is a strange move, and he is willing to give up dozens of chess pieces to strangle together in the cycle of three tribulations to seek conversion, the most surprising thing is that after the conversion, he is in an advantage, which is ......"

The chess maniac chuckled silently.

Yan Fei stroked his beard thoughtfully, and said, "Old man, with all due respect, you seem to have deliberately conceded a few points of white chess in this game." ”

"Oh?" the chess maniac looked stunned and laughed loudly: "How can you see it?"

"Obviously, although the power of this black chess is extremely tricky, it is a little immature, and it is not played by an old chess player who has played chess for decades and has a thick layer of calluses on his hands, it can only be deliberate. On the other hand, this white son is just the opposite, although every step is steady and steady, but because of this point that he does not dare to change, he will only end up in a self-contained end. Old man, this is the old man's personal experience, I don't know if what he said is right or not?"

The chess maniac rubbed the dust on his neck, and the unbearable scene almost threw up the overnight meal.

Although his master treated him with respect and respect, he obviously didn't take this stinky chess basket that could only play chess in his eyes, and he didn't have a trace of spiritual power on his body, which could only show that he was an old acquaintance of a politician who focused on chess.

As the saying goes, no matter how powerful a politician you used to be, after abdication, few people regard you as an offering in heaven.

The chess maniac grabbed the itch behind his back again, and then he looked comfortable and said, "What you said is good, only one point!"

"Oh?" the chess maniac hurriedly stood up and asked, "I hope the old gentleman will give him advice." ”

Jiang Changan was shocked from the sidelines, it was worth asking an extremely good-looking person like Yan Fei who was this chess madman.

"Teacher, I can't help it!" Yan Buxun hurriedly went to help, but was scolded and retreated aside.

"If the old man's disciple is not disciplined properly, the old gentleman won't blame, right?"

"No, no, it's just ......" The chess maniac shook the empty wine jug in his hand, and looked at Yan Buxun again, the meaning was obvious.

"No, hurry up and help the old gentleman bring some wine, I want to eat the best wine in the sky!"

Yan Buxun secretly glared at the sloppy old man, picked up the wine jug and left indignantly.

"The old gentleman can solve the old man's confusion now, right?" Yan Fei asked again, "What is the only thing wrong with this?" But even if the old man doesn't say it, the old man probably already has the answer in his heart. ”

"Tell me about it. ”

Yan Fei said with a smile: "Presumably, this is a game between two juniors on this chessboard, not your old chess path, but judging from this endgame, even if it is two juniors, I am afraid that this age will not be lower than the year of standing." ”

The chess maniac sat up straighter, straightened the tattered clothes on his body as much as possible, and said seriously: "I played this chess!"

"You ordered it!This, how is this possible?" Yan Fei's old eyes were cloudy with a trace of fear.

The chess maniac waved his hands impatiently, drunk: "I met an interesting little brother a month ago, and I played a game at that time, and naturally I won." But it was only a few days later that this little brother came again, and brought a pot of wine, I was still curious about what the conspiracy was, who knew that this junior just made a small request, at that time he said, relying on the old and selling the old is not the ability, if I can compete with him with chess at his age, I don't know who will die. ”

"So you agreed to him?" Yan Fei just figured it out, but felt that something was wrong, "Then dare to ask the old man, what is wrong with the old man?"

The chess maniac was a little ashamed and said: "The chess strength is quite fake, but the age is different. That little brother is only about twenty years old, and I, who is secretly using the chess power of twenty-five. ”

"What!" Yan Fei's hand hidden in his long sleeves trembled. It may be impossible for ordinary people to control chess power, but it is a piece of cake for the person in front of him.

Others may not know, but he knows very well that Mr. Nangong, the chess saint in the backyard of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, once set up a chessboard on Jiulong Peak, the highest mountain in Jiangzhou, for a day to welcome chess players from all walks of life in Shenzhou.

The chess master set up seven chess games, played with seven people at the same time, held seven games, and retired all the masters for ten days and ten nights, and no one could solve a game, which also made his name as a chess saint more colorful.

But at the end of the game, a beggar hit this, picked up a few gravels on the ground as a sunspot, and broke seven chess games in a row, attracting everyone's jaw-dropping.

Later, Mr. Nangong, the chess saint, has been in retreat for 20 years, and it is almost time to get out.

And the old beggar only left secretly, and no one knew his name or purpose.

It is only known that the chess game of the seven games of Kowloon has been competed by post-chess players, and even learned by the spiritual cultivator sect and generals from all walks of life, but few people can understand some of the true meaning.

A twenty-year-old young man can play a full game of chess with the twenty-five-year-old chess power of the person in front of him without defeat, and if this news is taken out, I am afraid that the entire Heavenly Master's Mansion and those old things will have to be fried!

"And ......"

"And what?" Yan Fei couldn't wait to interrupt the chess maniac's words, and closed his mouth again in a gaffe.

The chess maniac laughed: "Besides, when did I say that I used a sunspot!"

"How is this possible!" Yan Fei's eyes suddenly widened in his sunken eye sockets.

The young man used a sunspot!

Yan Fei's withered arm like a dry branch leaned close to the chessboard, looking down at the chess game on the chessboard, although the white characters tried their best to make up for it and the foundation was solid, but there were many places that were attacked by sunspots, if this chessboard is not just a nineteen vertical and horizontal palace grid lines, win or lose, I am afraid it is unpredictable!

The chess maniac said disapprovingly: "The problem of Baizi you mentioned is a big problem I encountered when I was twenty-five years old. But if you lose, you lose, what's the big deal? If you lose, I dare to admit it. Seriously, if there is still room for this, I'm afraid I'm going to use thirty years of chess, and Ying will definitely win, but I'm afraid I'm almost losing face, so I want the facts. In the year of the sixtieth year, it was interesting to meet such a little guy, haha!"

"Fuck your sister's truth!" Jiang Changan almost picked up the bricks on the side and rushed up when he heard this, he couldn't understand at the time, why he suddenly felt that the opponent's chess move had become much smoother in the middle of the game, he didn't care too much about it at the time, but now it's too strange to think about it.

Yan Fei hurriedly said: "Old man, dare to ask where this little brother is?"

If he can accept this person as a disciple, his prestige in the Heavenly Master's Mansion will also increase. No matter how hard it is absorbed into the Heavenly Master's Mansion, there will be a new chess saint in the future, and he, the elder, will also make great contributions.

I didn't respond for a long time, and then I found that the chess maniac smiled and looked at a street stall in the distance, Jiang Changan pretended to be calm and looked at the heavy objects on the stall, trying to pretend to be an ordinary passerby.

The chess maniac stretched out his hand and pointed: "That's this bastard!"