Murong Qiu's chess move is very gentle, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not in a fight, but it is very uncomfortable to play with her, her overall view is very strong, as if a clever commander is commanding the army, such as making his arms and fingers without the smell of fireworks.

Zhao Wuregret frowned slightly, he didn't expect this girl in white to be so powerful, he thought that he had a lead of nearly a thousand years, and the essence and genre left by countless national players, it should be easy to win her, but the result surprised him, when she was watching outside just now, her chess game was not so strong.

That Gongzi also widened his eyes at this time, he thought that there was not much difference between him and Murong Qiu, and he only lost to her a little bit before, but now that he saw that she had not shown all her strength with herself before, as for half an hour with herself, it was to save face, and she was still proud.

And at this time, Murong Qiu was also surprised, Zhao Wuregret's way of playing was something she had never seen before, as if there was a special routine, one ring after another, if it wasn't for his extraordinary chess skills, he would have almost died several times.

The characteristics of the China Stream are that it takes the small mesh as the main development direction, does not focus on the star position, and rapidly expands its territory to the edges. It not only attaches importance to the speed of layout, but also takes into account the field and the external situation. When the opponent has to enter the black formation, they will take the initiative by attacking.

This kind of systematic and scientific method forced Murong Qiu to see the moves, and it seemed that the two were evenly matched, but she knew that if she couldn't disrupt his pace, she would become more and more passive.

Both of them were pondering in the chessboard, and they didn't even know that there were a few more people beside them, but it was the old man and middle-aged man from before who walked up.

But their attention was not on the chessboard at this time, but stared at Zhao Wuregret tightly, not knowing what they were thinking.

"What's the matter, how can anyone come up here, and there are actually two more Tian Shenu," that Qian Gongzi saw two more people coming up, although they looked extraordinary, but they were dressed in cloth, and they didn't think they were from a rich family, besides, he was not afraid of a rich and noble family, and the anger he received from Zhao Wuregret and Murong Qiu just now happened to be on those two people.

When Zhao Wuregret came up, he still called him 'Tian Shelang', but the two people who just came up were directly called 'Tian Shenu', because he was really angry in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his collar grabbed, and his whole body left his chair.

Turning his head, he saw a tower-like man grabbing his collar and walking out.

"Bold, do you know my father is ......"

Before he finished speaking, the man flew up, and suddenly a miserable cry came from downstairs, and there were bursts of girlish cries.

It turned out that the man had already walked to the staircase on the second floor before he finished speaking, threw him directly to the first floor, and broke his foot.

Zhao Wuregret was awakened by the scream, and when he raised his head, he saw two pairs of eyes looking straight at him, with doubt, surprise, and something indescribable in his eyes.

This surprised him, he took a closer look, but it was a middle-aged man and a sixty-year-old man, at this time, Murong Qiu was also awakened, and when she saw the old man, she was about to get up and salute, but he stopped her.

"You go on, we'll watch," the old man said with a smile.

"Oh, Chundpei, is this your granddaughter? It's really like everybody," the middle-aged man boasted.

"Thank you Shopkeeper Huang for the compliment, this girl is actually not sensible," the old man couldn't close his mouth when he heard this, but he still said modestly.

As soon as the middle-aged man's word 'Zhongping' came out, Murong Qiu was startled, Zhongping was his grandfather's word, but now there are only a few people who dare to call him, all of them are his best friends, and they are not young, but they are not as casual as this middle-aged man.

"Sister Murong," at this time, a purple-clothed girl ran up, walked to Murong Qiu's side, looked at the man standing at the door in fear, and whispered, "That big guy threw the villain surnamed Qian downstairs, it seems that his leg is broken, I asked my subordinates to send him back." ”

"Well, you've done a good job," Murong Qiu nodded, and asked his subordinates to bring a few chairs, put them next to the chessboard, and invite the middle-aged man and the old man to sit down.

Seeing the two of them sitting aside and looking at him with interest, Zhao Wuregret couldn't help frowning, and simply didn't look at them, but put his mind on chess.

Zhao Wuregret didn't know who the two of them were, so he had no distractions, but Murong Qiu couldn't, his grandfather was already the prime minister of the dynasty, but when he sat down, it was the person who sat down before he dared to sit, and just now he called that person Huang Shopkeeper, so this person's identity was about to come out.

The absent-minded Murong Qiu was no longer Zhao Wuregret's opponent, and he couldn't find a chance to fight back, so he lost to Zhao Wuregret after a while.

"This little friend, how about we play two rounds?" The middle-aged man was interested, and after Murong Qiu left his position, he walked over to him and sat down.

Seeing that man's bearing was extraordinary, Zhao Wuregret nodded in agreement, and asked him to take the lead in white.

After not taking a few steps, Zhao Wuregret saw that this person's chess skills were much worse than Murong Qiulai's, probably at the level of the previous Yu Gongzi, and when he looked up, that Yu Gongzi and another scholar had disappeared at some point.

After a while, the middle-aged man was defeated, but instead of being angry, he said thoughtfully:

"I haven't seen this kind of routine of Xiaoyou, but did you create it yourself?"

"Hehe, this is what I learned from an old monk," Zhao Wuregret said nonsense.

"Really? I see that your chess move is murderous, and you don't spare your hand, it seems that the monk has six unfinished roots," the old man named Zhongping interjected at this time.

"It's just a game of chess, you can win the opponent, that is, it doesn't make a difference in any way." Zhao Wuregret replied with a smile.

"Oh, that makes sense," the middle-aged man said with admiration, "what's your name, little friend." ”

"In Xia Zhao has no regrets, I have seen two ...... Mr. Zhao Wuregret didn't know what to call it, after thinking about it, he called Mr. Two, in the Spring and Autumn Period, Mr. was the honorific title of the minister's doctor, but later he was also called Mr. Virtuous and Learned, such as Mr. Wolong, such as Mr. Wuliu.

Of course, it was more extensive later, and there were Mr. Accounts, Mr. Teachers, and ......

So it's not wrong for Zhao Wuregret to call the two of them Mr., when he was in Yangzhou, some people called him Mr.

"Zhao has no regrets?" The middle-aged man read it again, and he didn't know what to remember, "I heard that your accent is not like Jiangnan's side, but is it from the original?" ”

"Yes, it's a Bianjing person below......"

"What? You say you're from Bianjing? The middle-aged man suddenly interrupted Zhao Wuregret's words and asked.