Ying Long dangled the soy sauce bottle to find the little scholar, and then he froze-

A shop facing the street was full of people, the window on the second floor was open, and through the Chiba fan in the window, Ying Long saw the little scholar and the white-faced ghost.

Just now, the little scholar and the white-faced ghost fought four games in a row, one win, one loss and two draws, more and more people gathered outside the chess game, and there were many people who fought in order to squeeze a good seat, and the shopkeeper on the street was also a chess lover, so he invited the two to his own upstairs, and hung a number of chessboards outside the store for those chess to see objectively, and ordered the servants to pass the chess up and down to watch the game.

A group of people stood quietly outside the store, Ying Long rushed in to squeeze, he wanted to squeeze in to see the little scholar, just pushed around, and even really squeezed in, the servant of the store was about to block, Ying Long was stunned on the wall with one hand, and then went up to the second floor in three steps and two steps.

On a green and white jade chess table, two clear teas, the little scholar and the white-faced ghost sat opposite each other, and when they heard someone coming, they didn't look up, and the shopkeeper on the side looked at the stranger who rushed up, and no matter what he was doing, he said first: "Quick! Go and report! The next step is the red side's cannon four into five!"

Ying Long's eyes widened, and he was pushed to the staircase by the shopkeeper with a slap, and shouted: "You go, you go to report, the little scholar is my friend, I want to accompany him here!"

As soon as the little scholar heard "friend", he raised his eyes in confusion, and he laughed and said, "Brother Tai, it's okay, it's okay, I thought you were lost, you wait a while, this game will be over soon, and then let's go home together, and my mother's meal must be ready!

Ying Long lifted the soy sauce bottle and vinegar bottle, and said, "You concentrate on playing chess, don't worry about anything else!"

The little scholar nodded, pressed his hand to his chest and gasped, and his eyes returned to the chessboard.

The moment the little scholar's eyes left Ying Long, Ying Long's chest became hot, he put the soy sauce bottle on the ground, he was eager to know whether to win or lose, so he went to count the chess pieces on both sides, there was only one or two differences, he was strange, pulled the shopkeeper on the side, and asked in a low voice: "Who will win?"

The shopkeeper spread his hands, and his voice was very low: "I don't understand, I can't understand!"

The white-faced ghost dropped the chess pieces with a "snap", and the shopkeeper immediately got excited, ran to the staircase and shouted: "Report! Go and report! Blue square rook two into three!" Then he lifted the teapot on the side, added tea to the little scholar for a while, added tea to the white-faced ghost for a while, and finally walked to Ying Long's side and asked, "Guest officer, do you drink tea?"

Ying Long shook his head, he kept staring at the little scholar's face, he wanted to see the winning and losing trend of the chess game from the pale face, he never felt that the chess game was also so exciting, touching, the two of them were like generals on the battlefield, each sending his own soldiers, Ying Long was also heartbroken for every dead chess piece of the little scholar, as if he had died a living person.

The little scholar thought for a long time, and then a casual smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his shot became a bamboo in his chest, Ying Long understood, he took a long breath, and his whole body was filled with a sense of relief for the rest of his life: "It's okay, it's okay!

The little scholar just dropped the chess pieces, the white-faced ghost shot faster, the two attacked, after a fight, there were only a few of the originally crowded chess games left, this time it was the shopkeeper tired, running before and after the report of the battle situation, Ying Long sat aside in a hurry, since the slightest imperceptible laughter, he knew that the little scholar would win!

The white-faced ghost's chess began to be very slow again, his whole body trembled, and finally he lowered his head, and the little scholar bowed down and beckoned to Ying Long: "Brother Tai, go, go back to eat!"

Ying Long smiled, and he asked, "Win?"

Little Scholar: "No!"

Ying Long's eyes widened and asked, "That's losing?"

Little Scholar: "No!"

"Is it a draw?"

Little Scholar: "No!"

This confused Ying Long, a layman, who didn't win, lose or draw in the chess game, what is this, he asked: "What's going on?"

The little scholar said lightly: "It's not over yet!"

Ying Long's eyes widened, so he pushed him back and complained: "What are you jumping out of here to do? I know that you are worried about the affairs of your family again, didn't you tell you?

The little scholar still smiled, his tone was still very light, and he said, "There's no need to finish!"

Ying Long turned his head to look at the white-faced ghost, he stared at the unfinished chess game like a stake, and blood oozed from under the pale mask.

Ying Long understood, and then shouted very easily: "Okay, let's go back to dinner."

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, the hoarse voice of the white-faced ghost came from behind them, and he said, "What's your name?"

"Mai Lang!"

Ying Long pushed away the chess players who were like wooden chickens outside the store, and the two arrived on the street of Linghai City, the sun had already set, Ying Long stared at the big poplar tree above his head, and shouted happily: "One win, one loss and two draws, and the game is not over, little scholar, you can!"

The little scholar scratched his head shyly, and he said, "It's okay!"

Ying Long shouted: "Why don't you finish it?

Little scholar: "There's no need, chess is a self-cultivation technique, and it's not good to really force the opponent to death!"

Ying Long frowned, he was very unconvinced: "What is necessary or unnecessary, if you don't finish it, they still think it's a draw!

The little scholar was noncommittal, snatched the soy sauce bottle in Ying Long's hand and ran away, shouting: "It's time to go home for dinner!"

The two walked for a while, it was already late, the eldest lady was anxiously looking at the alley, and when she saw Mai Lang, she was angry: "Why did you come back, did you go to play chess again!"

Ying Long rushed to say, but as soon as he was in a hurry, his words were very chaotic: "Auntie, you don't know! He met a very powerful master, and he still refused to finish playing chess, and said that it was not necessary, and he wanted to save face for the white-faced ghost!" After he finished speaking in one breath, he seemed to find that no one was rushing to talk to him, and his interest decreased a little, "Auntie, he is very powerful!"

The eldest lady smiled, he kindly stroked the heads of the two children, and comforted: "Let's eat!

The little scholar lifted the soy sauce bottle and vinegar bottle, and he said, "Mom, this is soy sauce and vinegar!"

Auntie: "I've asked the neighbor's grandmother to borrow some, I'll go and pay him back, you go to dinner, go to bed early after eating!"

The little scholar watched his mother disappear into the corner of the alley, and he suddenly said as if he remembered something:

"Poverty can't be moved!"