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Bao Xi looked at Uncle Zhao and pursed her lips, sitting cross-legged in front of the table where Zheng Boyou and Uncle Zhao played against each other just now, the ground was a little cold, but she didn't care at all, stretched out her hand and pointed to the opposite position to signal Uncle Zhao to take a seat, "Uncle is willing to play a game with me?" ”

Uncle Zhao frowned, he didn't know what kind of medicine Bao Xi was selling in the gourd, Bao Xi held Bai Zi in his hand and continued the game of chess with Zheng Boyou just now, Bai Zi, who had been swallowed by the sunspots, seemed to have no skills to return to the sky, although Zhao Shudai was impatient, but at this moment, he had to admit that the Bao Xi in front of him was no longer the little girl who was a few years old.

The chess game continued, and the white son decreased sharply at a lightning speed, until there were only a few left on the chessboard, and the black son was like a black cloud that overwhelmed the city, and the mountains and seas attacked, Uncle Zhao took the white son off the chessboard and threw it into the chess box, "You can't win this game, admit defeat!" ”

"Really?" Bao Xi responded very casually, and the execution fell into chess, but it was like a dead tree in spring, and suddenly it became clear.

The white sons connected the city, and instantly annihilated dozens of sunspots on the chessboard, Uncle Zhao's heart tightened, and he almost didn't believe what was happening in front of him. After a few moves, the sunspots on the chessboard were already difficult to achieve, and in the end, there were only a few left, so that Zhao Shudao had to admit that his defeat was decided.

Zheng Boyou's fall seemed to be pursued in embarrassment, but in fact, he occupied the most dangerous chess position on the chessboard, and with great patience and the wit to lure the enemy into depth, he waited for the time to turn defeat into victory in one fell swoop. The way of Go is not about overnight gains and losses, but more importantly, about the strategy of the whole game. Uncle Zhao led Luozi to win, chased and beat Bai Zi, focusing on the situation in front of him, but he didn't realize that he had fallen into the control of others, and by the time he found out, he was already at the end of his rope.

Legend has it that Go was created based on the interpretation of gossip, and the truth contained in the period is nothing more than the strategy between heaven and earth.

"The word given by the king to Shenhou is to roll!" Bao Xi picked up the last batch of black chess pieces and threw them into the chess box, stood up and looked down at Uncle Zhao, who was still on the ground for a long time, "If the priest is Dazai, there will be a vacancy in the position of Situ." Why should adults compete for temporary gains and losses? With that, she turned and walked out the door.

Twenty-seven's mind was only pulled out of the chessboard at this moment, and she had been staring at this game of chess since she entered the door, not understanding why Zheng Boyou, who was able to win the father of Yu Shi, was forced to be so powerless by Uncle Zhao? It turns out that there is such a profound mystery hidden in this! The chess game just now was like a fierce battle, until this moment, Twenty-seven's heart was still in the openness when Bao Xi won, and she couldn't come back to her senses with excitement, she looked at Bao Xi and thought in her heart, if Zheng Boyou and Uncle Zhao were close friends, he should also introduce Bao Xi as a confidant.

When I turned back and entered the palace, it was already nightfall, and the roadside was almost unrecognizable.

The light was faint, lining Bao Xi's snow-white skin, reflecting a faint orange-red color, and the guards at the south gate immediately gave way and invited Bao Xi to enter the palace. On the Qiongtai Palace, it has resumed the hustle and bustle of the past, the warblers are singing and dancing, the women on the main hall are curling Tingting, the chimes and wind music are lingering, Ji Gongyan sits at the end of the palace overlooking, leaning on the chair with one hand to support the jaw and waiting for the woman he loves to return to the palace.

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