Chapter Seventy-Four: Impermanence

The white-faced scholar looked at the strange and inexplicable chess game, his eyes flashed with panic, cold sweat gradually oozed from his head, his lips were chapped, and his expression was panicked.

"Impossible, impossible......" The white-faced scholar's face turned even paler, his brows were furrowed, he looked up at Wei Qiao, and his right hand fell down quickly. He is not reconciled, he will be tempted!

Wei Qiao smiled faintly, and slowly put his right hand on the chessboard.

The white-faced scholar stared at Wei Qiao's indifferent face for a long time before he looked down at the chessboard, and saw that his brows were tightened and his eyes flashed tighter. With the fall of Wei Qiao's chess pieces, the chess game has completely become unpredictable, and the chess pieces and chess pieces are interlocking one by one and seem to be completely readable but echo each other, which has linked the originally loose and messy chess pieces together, and the whole chess game is alive in an instant!

Cold sweat ran down the white-faced scholar's head, his eyes flickered as he stared at the chess game, and his right hand trembled slightly. Wei Qiao's chess momentum has taken shape and occupies the biggest advantage of the chessboard. Unless he can also be like Wei Qiao, he can turn the situation around with unpredictable sudden tricks.

But naturally that is impossible, Wei Qiao was obviously laid out before, and it was not until the layout was completed just now, and he suddenly became difficult.

The white-faced scholar shook his throat, and the panic in his eyes was even worse. Ignoring the cold sweat on his head, he stared at the chess game with his eyes, and his brows were twisted into the word 'Chuan'.

If he lost inexplicably in the first game, he could still use carelessness as an excuse, but if he lost this game, he would have no more reason!

The white-faced scholar still didn't believe it on his face, his remnants were not only deduced by himself for many years, but also deduced by good players from all over Jinling, it was always a draw, and no one could break it!

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it anyway!

Suddenly, the white-faced scholar raised his head, stared at Wei Qiao with burning eyes, and said, "Next game." ”

Wei Qiao frowned slightly, looked at the white-faced scholar's cold and resolute appearance, and said with a smile: "Brother Tai, is it a little too much?" ”

"Fu Yunya and I are friends."

As soon as Wei Qiao's voice fell, the white-faced scholar said with a solemn expression.

Wei Qiao was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked at the white-faced scholar.

For a long time, under the eager gaze of the white-faced scholar, Wei Qiao nodded.

As the sensation became familiar, some vague memories became clearer.

When the white-faced scholar saw it, he looked overjoyed, and hurriedly cleaned up the chess game and set it up again.

Wei Qiao also stretched out his hand to clean up the chess game, looked at the surprisingly white-faced scholar with a pale face, and guessed his identity in his heart.

Soon, the remnants reappeared on the chess game, and the white-faced scholar was just about to fall with the white zi in his hand, when his face suddenly changed, and he looked up at Wei Qiao and said, "Brother Wei, let's change it?" ”

Wei Qiao smiled and stood up. The little girl hurriedly followed behind Wei Qiao, her little face was attached to Wei Qiao's back, and she felt that this white-faced scholar was a bit like a ghost in a painting, white and scary.

The two sat down again, Wei Qiao held the white child in his hand, and his expression was awe-inspiring.

The white-faced scholar stared at the chessboard, holding the black chess, frowning, and his eyes were solemn. He is now playing chess with all his heart, and his mind is full of chess pieces.

Wei Qiao's fingers pinched Bai Zi, and in the scorching gaze of the white-faced scholar, he fell down with a bang!

'Smack'

The white-faced scholar looked at the direction where the chess pieces fell, listened to the sound of the falling pieces, and his heart suddenly jumped.

Quiet.

The air was quiet, the three of them were holding their breath, and there was no sound at all in the entire empty third floor.

The white-faced scholar stared at the chess piece, his face suddenly changed, his outstretched right hand trembled suddenly, and his body seemed to be suffocated, motionless.

After a long time, he suppressed the undulating chest, swallowed with a movement in his throat, looked up at Wei Qiao, and wrinkled his eyebrows: "Brother Wei is sure?" ”

Wei Qiao smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Tai took a serious look at the chess game. ”

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, looked at Wei Qiao again suspiciously, and looked down at the chess game.

When I looked at it, my pale face suddenly turned red, my eyes opened suddenly, and the whole person almost jumped up in shock.

Wei Qiao's position turned out to be his own death hole!

As soon as the chess piece fell, it completely blocked Wei Qiao's expanded chess path, and completely blocked his stretched path, this is an oolong chess!

But what surprised him even more was that this also opened a gap for Wei Qiao to take another path, in other words, Wei Qiao's chess piece was completely a living chess piece that was put to death and then born!

The situation that was originally flat was reversed, and the outcome was unpredictable.

The white-faced scholar was half-squatting and half-standing, his face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were flashing and staring at the chess game, a pair of white palms were gently groping on the chessboard, if he touched his beloved baby, his pale face was full of strange and inexplicable expressions.

Wei Qiao smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Tai wants to solve his doubts?" Puzzle solving, naturally, refers to the first two games.

But what stunned Wei Qiao was that the white-faced scholar suddenly stood up, his face was still in cold sweat, his eyes looked at Wei Qiao gloomily, and said, "No need." ”

Wei Qiao's eyes flashed, and he stood up with a faint smile.

The white-faced scholar didn't procrastinate, took a breath and smiled reluctantly, and said briskly, "Okay, I'm willing to lose the bet and give it to you." After speaking, he folded the fan, took out a round jade plaque from his arms and handed it to Wei Qiao. Then, as if a little unwilling, he sighed and turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The little girl wrinkled her nose and stared at the back of the white-faced scholar, and looked up at Wei Qiao with a dissatisfied face.

Wei Qiao smiled, holding the round jade card in his hand, and said to the little girl: "Today's surprise is going to be big." ”