This construction was quickly agreed upon by everyone.

Anyway, if you continue to quarrel, there will be no results, so it is better to compete with chess skills, otherwise it will be in vain to choose a person who is high in cultivation but not good at chess. Playing chess is such a thing, and the immortals still know how to play. Not only can you play, but you can also pull a random person to the world, and you are a chess saint-level character.

Of course, this has nothing to do with talent, it's just because they live a long time.

The method must be determined, and these immortals have shown amazing action, and the chessboard pieces and the way the opponent assigns and calculates the results are immediately figured out.

Xie Zhenghong's opponent in the first round was a demon cultivator.

This demon cultivator is not bad, there is a kind of sickly air between his eyebrows, but the momentum on his body is unapproachable.

Xie Zhenghong secretly looked at it and didn't continue to observe, as long as the other party didn't provoke him, Xie Zhenghong didn't have any opinion on what kind of person the opponent was.

"Please." The demon cultivator grabbed a handful of chess pieces at random, handed them to Xie Zhenghong, and asked him to guess them.

"Single."

Demon Xiu spread out his hand, and the chess pieces inside were singular.

In order to avoid cheating, these chess pieces and chessboards are made of materials that isolate the divine sense, and with the immortal emperors snooping on the side, they can ensure fairness to the greatest extent.

Xie Zhenghong smiled slightly and made a first move.

The demon cultivator raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Xie Zhenghong with a little surprise, and secretly said that the other party was really a Buddhist cultivator, and this first hand was really mediocre.

Demon Xiu thought about it and followed suit.

As immortals, they naturally don't need to think about it for a long time to play chess, and they can finish a game of chess in almost two or three quarters of an hour, and the efficiency is amazing.

The game of chess between Xie Zhenghong and this demon cultivator was naturally clearly seen by the immortal emperors outside the water mirror.

"Shenxiu's chess, it doesn't seem to be formed." An Immortal Emperor sighed. Compared to the aggressive attack of the demon cultivator on the opposite side, Xie Zhenghong was almost only passive defensive, and he couldn't see any signs of attack at all.

"Don't worry." Venerable Xiu smiled and said, "In this game of chess, it was Shenxiu who won. ”

"Oh?"

As soon as the Immortal Emperor's words fell, the chess board in the water mirror had already begun to change.

Xie Zhenghong's sunspot suddenly changed its previous decline and began to show its edge.

Originally, those sunspots scattered outside were connected together after a few hands, and the white sons of the demon cultivator were killed.

The demon cultivator's face instantly turned a lot pale.

He didn't even see the layout of this seemingly indifferent Buddhist cultivation in front of him? It doesn't seem to be obvious, but it's actually turbulent in the dark!

Chess is like life, could this be the nature of this Buddha?

The demon cultivator raised his eyes to look at Xie Zhenghong and found that there was no change in the slightest emotion on Xie Zhenghong's face. In other words, during the moment of playing chess with him, the person opposite did not change his posture, and it felt that his breathing had not changed much.

But the other party has always kept a smile on his face.

Demon Xiu looked at Xie Zhenghong like this, and a faint fear rose in his heart. It's not that he hasn't seen Buddha cultivators, he doesn't know how many Bodhisattva Arhats he has seen, and even the Buddha cultivators who are biased towards the path of suppression have never given him such a sense of danger.

It's like a little grass crawling in front of heaven and earth, no matter how much it grows, it can't escape the palm of the other party's hand?

The demon cultivator broke out in a cold sweat, and the white son in his hand couldn't put it down anymore, "I'...... I throw in the towel. ”

"Concession." Xie Zhenghong clasped his hands together.

Demon Xiu sneered, "It's because I'm not good at learning." ”

After greeting Xie Zhenghong twice, this demon cultivator left this place as if there was a fire under his buttocks. He would rather go to play against those sword cultivators who like to go on a rampage, rather than play chess with the Shenxiu Buddha cultivator in front of him.

"It's my turn."

That demon cultivator admitted defeat in the middle of the game, and immediately another immortal made up for it.

The more rounds they play and the more they win, the higher their rankings will become, and the one who can play the best chess will be selected to be the leader.

"Fellow Daoist, please." Xie Zhenghong smiled faintly.

Compared with Xie Zhenghong's side of successive victories, Wen Chunxiang's side was a little hard.

"Wendaoyou, it's your turn." If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was a rare beauty spiritual cultivator, and he looked at it and looked good, he would have scolded him a long time ago.

I've seen a grind, but I've never seen such a grind.

Wen Chunxiang's opponent was simply tired, originally he was happy that his opponent was a spiritual cultivator, and his chess level would not be very high, so it was easy to deal with! I didn't expect the opponent's chess skills to be really bad, but the slowness was outrageous!

The person next to them had already completed several games, but he and Wen Chunxiang had not finished a game of chess.

"I'll get down here." Wen Chunxiang thought about it for a long time, and then fell into a white seed.

The immortal on the opposite side secretly resisted the urge to roll his eyes, glanced at the chessboard and dropped a sunspot.

The phrase "chess quality sees character" is in Wen Chunxiang, how to look at it and how to violate it.

Wen Chunxiang's most hated thing in his life is procrastination, what he wants to do today will definitely be done today, and it will definitely not be delayed until tomorrow. But when Wen Chunxiang played chess, it was not like this at all.

Maybe it was when Wen Chunxiang just learned to play chess that he saw those old men playing against the emperor in the palace, and they trembled one by one, not only to make the emperor win or lose at a very high level, so as not to make the emperor think that his chess skills were very bad. In addition, the old national teacher of Shenxiu is also an elegant old monk, and he always plays chess slowly, even when he learns chess with Wen Chunxiang, he is surprisingly slow, and he will definitely not fall lightly if he does not think about the next step clearly.

But even so, it can't make up for Wen Chunxiang's poor chess skills.

"Wen Daoyou, admit defeat, you have no power to return to the sky." The immortal on the opposite side wiped his sweat and finally said such a sentence.

Wen Chunxiang stared at the chessboard in front of him, his layout was dismantled, on the contrary, the opponent's big dragon was already ready to attack, and a few more pieces of armor could kill him.

If you admit defeat so lightly, is it still Wen Chunxiang?

"Nope." Wen Chunxiang gritted his teeth, "I'll think about it again." ”

“…… Give you a stick of incense time. When the immortal on the opposite side saw Wen Chunxiang's appearance, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of beauty, and nodded with difficulty.

"Little monk, come and help!" Wen Chunxiang hurriedly said.

Don't look at his appearance, he will never admit defeat, but in fact, Wen Chunxiang is still very self-aware of his chess level. He also went to oppress and oppress mortals, and played chess with these immortals, and that level was not enough at all.

But as a peony flower, a spiritual cultivator, you can't ask them to be very proficient in such things as chess.

It is already rare that Wen Chunxiang has been able to hold on until now.

The Spirit Emperor almost didn't have the face to meet the other Daoists present.

The level of chess played by the disciples of his spiritual Heavenly Palace was simply rotten, except for Wen Chunxiang, who was still struggling to support and refused to admit defeat, the other disciples had already lost everything, and there was no combat power at all.

It seems that after the Sifang Tianhui returns, he will not only have to train the disciples in the palace, but also invite a chess master!

Xie Zhenghong was playing a game, and the monk on the opposite side was already in a cold sweat, and he couldn't break Xie Zhenghong's chess at all.

"Senpai, what's wrong?" Xie Zhenghong replied.

"I'm about to lose this game, you can help me take a look." Wen Chunxiang hurriedly passed on the condition of the chessboard to Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong's consciousness swept away, and he hesitated for a while, "Senior, are you a white son?" ”

Wen Chunxiang coughed twice, and if he didn't speak, he acquiesced.

"Senior, your chess game is actually quite good." Xie Zhenghong praised, "It's very stable, not impatient at all, and has the demeanor of a senior." ”

In other words, it's mediocre and unskilled.

Wen Chunxiang is not a three-year-old child, even if Xie Zhenghong praises his chess skills against his will, he also knows what his chess skills are like.

"Little monk, how many games have you played?"

"Thirteen rounds."

"So fast?" Wen Chunxiang was surprised.

"They threw in the towel." Xie Zhenghong replied.

Wen Chunxiang: ......

Could it be that their chess skills are really so bad?

Wen Chunxiang was puzzled, obviously he had also exercised his chess skills under the guidance of Song Qing before.

But Wen Chunxiang didn't want to think about it, he was so simple and deceitful back then, holding a chessboard and playing against Song Qing, Song Qing is not hard-hearted, how can he use all his skills to play against him? In order to make Wen Chunxiang's loss less ugly and show that he has made progress, Song Qing didn't know how much effort it took to make this little flower demon who had not been transformed for a long time not to completely give up playing chess.

"Senior, it's not that you can't live this game of chess, it just takes a little more time." Xie Zhenghong continued.

The entanglements in Wen Chunxiang's heart were suddenly thrown out of the clouds, "Hurry up, come and help me, what do you say I do." ”

As for cheating or something, as long as it is not discovered, it cannot be regarded as cheating!

Besides, he and the little monk are Taoist couples who are two people in one, and it is natural for Taoist couples to help each other.

As long as you have a thick skin, nothing is a problem.

Xie Zhenghong agreed without hesitation, and he didn't have the slightest sense of breaking the rules.

"Senior, you go down four out of five first, and then go down seven out of six......"

Wen Chunxiang secretly responded, immediately pinched a chess piece, and played in the fourth of five.

The monk on the opposite side found that the expression on Wen Chunxiang's face changed suddenly, and the whole person changed from his previous appearance and became aggressive.

Hey?

Do you want to fight to the death?

The monk looked at his chessboard again, and was convinced that even if Wen Chunxiang was dying and resisting, it would be useless, anyway, his big dragon was about to take shape, and a few more moves would be a foregone conclusion.

The monk immediately made a move.

As soon as the chess pieces fell, Wen Chunxiang's hand fell closely.

"Down." Wen Chunxiang looked at the surprised opponent in front of him and urged, "Don't waste time." ”

The monk was stunned, and had to lose another son.

Wen Chunxiang's speed began to be incredibly faster, and the situation on the chess board also underwent a subtle change.

After more than a dozen hands, the monk found that not only did the great dragon not eat Wen Chunxiang's son, but faintly collapsed, and was about to be defeated, but Wen Chunxiang's chess piece suddenly came back to life and began to come back to life!

“…… You! The monk's eyes widened, "This can't be! ”

"What's impossible." Wen Chunxiang sat up straight, looked at the monk opposite with righteous words, and said, "Do you want to admit defeat?" ”

Could it be that this guy's previous level of being so bad can't be pretended?

Great doubts arose in the monk's heart, but until now, his advantage was still obvious. The thought of being bewitched by this spiritual practice in front of him made the monk want to slap himself in the mouth.

Let you like beauty, look, suffer a loss!

"Go on, I haven't lost yet!" The monk refused to admit defeat.

Wen Chunxiang tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to turn up, and calmly fell.

"Little monk, you are amazing!"

Xie Zhenghong heard the excited voice from Chunxiang in his mind, and smiled slightly, but scared the opponent on the opposite side half to death.

Could it be that Xie Zhenghong is about to start killing again?

"Senior, if you fall one more son next, the opponent's big dragon will be defeated, and when the last official is the case, you should still be able to win one and a half sons."

"Uh-huh." Wen Chunxiang hurriedly responded.

Wen Chunxiang had Xie Zhenghong's dual-purpose help, and finally won more and more, and Emperor Ling's face became better and better.

Good...... It's not all annihilated.

Wen Chunxiang made a little noise here, but there was almost no one on Xie Zhenghong's side who could be his enemy.

For most of the day, Xie Zhenghong has maintained a proud record in every game, and his chess style that seems to be traceless and plain but actually hides a killing machine and accidentally catches the road is really gritting teeth! I thought that I had the chance to win, but I didn't want Xie Zhenghong's chess pieces to always appear out of thin air at a critical time, blocking their way. By the time they reacted, they had no choice but to admit defeat in the middle of the game.

"Senior Brother Bi, this Shenxiu's ability to play chess is really amazing." Several monks who had lost miserably after playing against Shenxiu persuaded, "You are too anxious to play against him now, it is better to wait until the other monks and Shenxiu are done playing against Shenxiu." "This game of chess is sometimes related to luck, some people play chess at a ridiculous level but lose in the hands of a person who is not very good at chess, without him, but the style of chess happens to be restrained.

"Not necessarily." Bi Hao waved his hand and said, "There are only a few people left who can play against Xie Zhenghong now, and sooner or later we will have to fight against each other." ”

The others saw that Bi Hao was determined to play against Shenxiu, so they had to suppress the words of persuasion back.

Bi Hao has been observing Xie Zhenghong for a long time, and now he can finally observe what kind of person this is up close, and naturally he refuses to let go of such an opportunity.

Among the new immortals, Shenxiu and Wen Chunxiang can be called infinitely beautiful. It can be heard that Chunxiang has a spiritual heavenly palace behind him, but Shenxiu has not yet entered a specific sect. Just looking at Shenxiu's green silk can prove that he has not really entered the Tao yet.

It wasn't a long time ago that no Buddhist cultivator did this.

has not become a road, and there are constantly three thousand troubles.

This green silk can not only remind oneself and motivate oneself, but also a protective color of Buddhist practice. There is so much information that the bald head and scarring of the Buddha can be exposed, and it is easy to find it when walking outside. But Xie Zhenghong is different, as long as he wants, he can disguise himself as a monk of other Taoist sects at any time.

"Shenxiu Daoyou." Bi Hao sat directly opposite Xie Zhenghong, "I've heard of the big name for a long time." ”

Xie Zhenghong raised his head and said, "Amitabha", "Bi Daoyou's name is like thunder." ”

Bi Hao smiled slightly, "Zen master, please." ”

On the other side, an uninvited guest also sat in front of Wen Chunxiang.

"I have seen and heard Daoyou, and I ask Daoyou to be merciful." Wu Zhi looked at Wen Chunxiang and said.

Wen Chunxiang felt that his baldness aversion was about to start attacking again!

After all, Bi Hao is different from other monks, and his level of chess is also much higher than that of his previous opponents, and even Xie Zhenghong can't use it as hard as before, so he has to concentrate on playing against Bi Hao.

Wen Chunxiang seemed to know that Xie Zhenghong was inconvenient at this time, so he didn't ask for help from the sidelines, but picked up the chess pieces himself and dealt with the bald head in front of him that he didn't like.

Wen Chunxiang knew that his level was not enough, but it did not prevent him from having a way to disgust the other party.

Back then, he followed the old monk Shenxiu and Song Qing, and he had seen them play countless exquisite chess games, and he himself might not be able to win endlessly, but it did not prevent him from copying those chessboards in his memory and playing them according to this endlessly.

How so......

This kind of play is actually very restrictive, and no one can guarantee that someone else's move will be the same as the chessboard you know.

But Wu Zhi is a smart person, not only smart, but also very good at chess.

The more this is the case, the easier it is.

The way of thinking of smart people, especially of wise monks, is actually very similar in many cases. Although Wen Chunxiang didn't want to admit that the bald monk in front of him had superb chess skills, he also understood that the opponent's chess skills were not something that he could defeat at his level.

But if it doesn't like it, it doesn't like it, and there's no good reason to talk about it.

Wen Chunxiang is the best at deceiving people, as long as he puts on a straight face, shows momentum, and plays chess according to Song Qing's mistakes in his memory, it is easy to fool others.

At the beginning, Wu Zhi was really fooled by Wen Chunxiang, and he fell into confusion for a while.

But soon, Wu Zhi found that Wen Chunxiang didn't care where he was at all, but was concentrating on setting up the chessboard.

Wu Zhi felt funny, but he was a little curious in his heart and wanted to know what kind of chessboard Wen Chunxiang would pose, so he simply followed Wen Chunxiang. simply handed his chess pieces to Wen Chunxiang and let him act freely.

Anyway, the rules didn't say that this would not be allowed, and Wu Zhi didn't have the idea of competing for the position of the chess player, so he simply let Wen Chunxiang play by himself.

Wen Chunxiang glanced at Wu Zhi, unceremoniously took the opponent's chess pieces in his hands, and put them up step by step.

Wu Zhi inexplicably thinks that Wen Chunxiang is quite cute like this.

Obviously, the momentum on his body is very scary, but he has a Buddha aura on his body, and his eyes are surprisingly bright. When looking at Shenxiu, it is even more like the stars in the sky, as if there is only one Shenxiu in the world.

He has been in Buddhism for many years, and he is also a powerful disciple, and he is full of curiosity about Shenxiu. Such a Buddhist genius who was born out of thin air would naturally attract the attention of all parties, but Shenxiu left every time the Buddhist meeting was over, did not make any friends, and never talked about his own affairs in exchange of Taoism, which was full of mystery. When Wu Zhi saw Shenxiu outside the Chongyang Palace, he found that this Buddhist cultivator was very similar to what those senior brothers said.

In the eyes of this Buddhist cultivator named Shenxiu, it seems that all the qiē are the same.

It is extremely transparent, and at a glance, you can know that it is a good seedling for cultivating Buddha.

The only flaw is about the green silk that is difficult to ignore.

The first moment he saw Shenxiu, he also admitted that this Shenxiu was worthy of his name. It's just that this feeling hasn't lasted long, and he saw Shenxiu turn his head and speak softly to the spiritual cultivator named Wen Chunxiang in front of him.

In an instant, it was as if he had seen a god high up in the sky and voluntarily fall into the mortal dust.

Could it be that this spiritual cultivation called Wen Chunxiang is so important to Shenxiu?

Wu Zhi sat in front of Wen Chunxiang with such doubts, wanting to see what kind of person could make the rumored indifferent almost Buddha Shenxiu look like that?

Looking at Wen Chunxiang setting up the chessboard at a glance, Wu Zhi felt that maybe he could understand a little.

After Wen Chunxiang laid out the game of chess in his memory, his endless thoughts came back.

Both sides of the game in front of them have high chess strength.

The blacks and whites all show a quiet atmosphere.

However, under this tranquil atmosphere, there is a hidden killing intention, which affects the whole body, making people dizzy.

"The person who plays chess, is it a Buddha cultivator?" Wu Zhi asked.

"Yes." Wen Chunxiang nodded.

"Is it Shenxiu?"

"I don't know." Wen Chunxiang replied.

Wu Zhi didn't ask again.

He looked at this chessboard for a long time, but he still couldn't think of a way to break the game, "The poor monk is not as good as this black man." ”

When Wen Chunxiang heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Of course." ”

didn't wait for Wu Zhi to continue to speak, but Wen Chunxiang got up and stood up, "I admit defeat in this game of chess." I am not in the mood to play with you anymore. After speaking, Wen Chunxiang seemed to let out a bad breath and left arrogantly.

It's as if he's the one who won.

The Spirit Emperor straightened his chest and nodded outside the water mirror.

"Yes, this is the style of my spiritual Heavenly Palace, if you lose, you won't lose the battle!"

Wen Chunxiang's camp game has come to an end, Wen Chunxiang took the initiative to admit defeat again, and it was reasonable to go to the other side to see Xie Zhenghong's game, there was nothing wrong with it.

As soon as he entered, he found that Xie Zhenghong and Bi Hao's game of chess was full of countless immortals.

The immortals' eyes lit up one by one, as if there was some treasure in front of them.

Wen Chunxiang finally squeezed in, and when he saw Xie Zhenghong and Bi Hao inside, he knew why.

These two people just played chess, and they even put their own Tao on this chessboard, not so much playing chess, but saying that they were talking about the Tao!

The chessboard of these two people is above the sky, derived from a black and a white two, each has thousands of troops, every time a chess piece falls, there is a corresponding villain sprinting forward, the weather is thousands, vigorous, self-contained!

Isn't it shocking to be so powerful and so playing?

Xie Zhenghong is still so indifferent, but Bi Hao already has a lack of strength.

Everyone watched this chess game, and they were even more fascinated, not only for the deep Taoist feelings of these two people, but also secretly pity their own cultivation.

Being able to evolve such a situation in such a game of chess shows that their strength has exceeded their imagination!

As Xie Zhenghong's last son fell, Bi Hao finally couldn't support it, and the weather of his chess pieces was also shattered, turned into a little starlight, and fell back into the chessboard, and in a blink of an eye, the chess pieces disappeared, leaving no traces.

"I lost." Bi Hao hugged his fists at Xie Zhenghong, and said, "Shenxiu Zen Master has a profound chess skill, and this game is very good, please ask Zen Master to pay more attention." ”