Wei Qiao followed the white-faced scholar all the way up to the third floor and sat down in front of a pair of endgames.

He had seen it from the moment he went out, and someone had been following him.

The white-faced scholar pointed to the endgame in front of him and smiled at Wei Qiao: "If Brother Tai is not satisfied, we can change it." ”

Wei Qiao looked at the endgame on the chessboard, his eyes flashed in surprise. looked up at the white-faced scholar, and said with a faint smile: "No, it's the same on both sides." ”

The white-faced scholar who had always been calm and comfortable had already prepared to get up and change his posture, and when he heard Wei Qiao's words, his body stiffened, and he sat back with a puzzled face, looked at Wei Qiao and said, "How does Brother Tai know?" ”

Wei Qiao held the sunspot in his hand and dropped lightly in the lower right corner, and said with a light smile: "Feel it." ”

The white-faced scholar was stunned, then smiled, and fell down in the middle with the white son in his hand.

This remnant score was originally a recovery after the finale, and he deduced it for many years, and both sides were a draw anyway.

As soon as the white-faced scholar's hand fell, Wei Qiao's 'snap' also fell.

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, glanced at Wei Qiao, and then the chess pieces also fell to the right of Wei Qiao.

Wei Qiao didn't blink his eyes, and landed on the left side of the white-faced scholar's chess piece.

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Wei Qiao kept falling carelessly, and the white-faced scholar followed indifferently. The two of them got up and down, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of children fell.

The rules of Go are actually very simple, whoever occupies the most space wins. But the remnants of this game have basically been set before the two of them, so the rest of the way is to count.

However, since the white-faced scholar does not care about changing positions, it is clear that both sides are not advantageous, and the final result is the same.

The white-faced scholar has a very strange momentum when playing chess, that is, his eyes are soft, his expression is cold, and every time he falls a shot, he will put it on it, and he will take two breaths away.

Wei Qiao descended slowly, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

The two of them dropped the chess pieces unhurriedly, and the black, white and white on the chessboard were already mixed together, and they couldn't tell you and me apart.

The little girl stood behind Wei Qiao, looking at the chaotic chessboard for a while, her little face bulging, and her interest was lacking.

The two kept falling, no one asked, they all looked lazy and stared at the chessboard energetically, and they were careless on the surface, but they were actually cautious.

"Brother Tai concedes." As soon as Wei Qiao raised his hand, the white-faced scholar suddenly chuckled, and his fingers moved together, picking up a circle of black chess.

Wei Qiao smiled faintly, and after he raised his hand, the chess pieces fell, and he also picked up a circle of white chess.

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, he secretly counted it, and was stunned to find that the two picked up exactly the same number!

The white-faced scholar's smug smile changed slightly, and he glanced at Wei Qiao carefully, secretly counting the number on the chessboard.

"Brother, it's your turn." Suddenly, Wei Qiao's left hand swept over the chessboard and said with a smile.

The white-faced scholar was stunned, and was interrupted by Wei Qiao, and he couldn't count. Immediately, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, picked up the white chess piece and fell.

It's the same if you count or not.

Wei Qiao didn't break it, and followed him to the left.

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The two fell one after another and fought again.

The white-faced scholar looked at Wei Qiao's always indifferent face, and his eyes turned. This game of chess is a draw no matter what, not only him, but also many Jinling masters deduce the result of a draw. , he didn't believe that Wei Qiao could break it. But seeing Wei Qiao's leisurely appearance, it didn't look like he was deliberately spending time with him.

As he fell, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the number of pieces on the chessboard.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Wei Qiao's mouth, and the black chess pieces suddenly stretched out to the chessboard, and his hand was placed there without moving.

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't breathe up in his heart, so he held it there, his face slightly red. The numbers in his mind were also messed up in an instant, and he couldn't see it under Wei Qiao's arm, so he quietly glanced at Wei Qiao, shook his throat and swallowed, pretending to be puzzled: "Why didn't Brother Wei fall behind?" ”

Wei Qiao looked up at him in surprise and didn't speak. But the meaning is very simple: don't you have to think about playing chess?

The white-faced scholar's face stiffened, and then he smiled, grabbed the tea on the side and drank it.

The smile on the corner of Wei Qiao's mouth was absent, and the chess pieces fell in response.

The white-faced scholar who turned his head looked as usual, grabbed the chess pieces and fell again.

Wei Qiao glanced up at him again, and his gaze fell on the circled black chess. Meaning: Don't you want it?

The white-faced scholar remained motionless, staring at the chessboard.

Wei Qiao also seemed to have insight into the thoughts of the white-faced scholar, and the chess pieces fell quickly.

The white-faced scholar did not stay, and quickly followed.

'Smack'

'Smack'

'Smack'

The two chess pieces flew like flying, and they didn't stop for a moment, and the little girl on the side was dumbfounded.

Can chess still be played like this?

There was no one on the third floor, and only the sound of two people falling could be heard quietly.

Soon, the chessboard that had been vacant gradually filled, and the two began to look for an empty place to land, looking relaxed and absent, and they were both a little restrained.

The white-faced scholar's eyes wandered on the chessboard from time to time, and Wei Qiao interrupted him from time to time, and the two of them tacitly played back and forth.

With less than ten squares remaining, the two of them slowed down in unison.

Seeing that Wei Qiao didn't have any special means, the white-faced scholar flashed with a smile in his eyes, and said with a smile while staring at the chessboard: "If Brother Tai doesn't win, then there is no need to give away the things that are under the table?" ”

Wei Qiao also picked up the tea on the side, took a sip gently, and said lightly: "Brother Tai, since he has a bamboo in his chest, why do you still have to make a temptation?" ”

The white-faced scholar dropped his chess pieces and looked up at Wei Qiao, and said with a smile: "I'm Chinese New Year's Eve two today." ”

Wei Qiao was stunned for a moment, seeing that his white and pure face didn't seem to have touched a plaster, no matter what, he couldn't tell that he was thirty-two years old.

Wei Qiao nodded thoughtfully, waiting for his next step.

The white-faced scholar saw Wei Qiao nodding and not speaking, and said, "Brother Tai's facial features are sharp and thoughtful, and he can't have twenty teenagers." ”

Wei Qiao looked up at him silently, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Brother Tai's face is delicate and his skin is delicate, and he is not thirty years old." ”

- I know how old he is.

The white-faced scholar was stunned, such a serious topic, Wei Qiao actually led it to his face?

The white-faced scholar smiled, and did not pursue it, and as soon as the chess pieces fell, he said with a smile: "There are eight sons." ”

Wei Qiao 'hmm', and also fell: "Four sons per person." ”

The white-faced scholar stared at Wei Qiao with flashing eyes, and his right hand, which was holding the chess piece, hesitated slightly, and suddenly landed on the chessboard.

Wei Qiao did not hesitate, and fell directly, regardless of the direction.

At this time, the two of them didn't have to care about the direction, and they fell casually.

Bang bang bang

Soon, all the remaining vacant seats were filled. In the end, the victory or defeat can only be relied on by numbers.

The white-faced scholar glanced at Wei Qiao again, and his eyes drifted to the chessboard. Now that the fate has been decided, Wei Qiao no longer stops him.

It didn't take long for the white-faced scholar's face to change suddenly, and his eyes were full of incredible horror and let out a low cry.

"Impossible!"