Wu Ming picked up the wine glass and slowly tasted the cold wine, but Hei Baizi was impatient, and drank the wine casually, ignoring the taste of the wine at all, and took Xiang Wentian's hand and said, "Let's go, go and show me Liu Zhongfu's "Hematemesis Spectrum". ”

Xiang Wentian glanced at Wu Ming, Wu Ming naturally understood, and immediately said, "Let's take a look." ”

Dan Qingsheng frowned and said, "What's so nice about playing chess, why don't you drink with me here." ”

Wu Ming said with a smile: "Wine has the delicacy of wine, chess has the subtlety of chess, it is better for us to drink wine and watch them play chess." ”

"Okay." Seeing this, Dan Qingsheng had no choice but to carry the big wine barrel and follow the three of them into the chess room.

This chess room is actually a large room, in which a stone table and two soft chairs are placed, and the stone table is carved with nineteen vertical and horizontal chess paths, and on top of it is a box of black and white chess pieces.

Wu Ming understood that this chess room was so poorly arranged that it should avoid distractions from the gamers.

After entering the room, Hei Baizi couldn't wait to say, "Come on, come on, show me quickly." ”

"Good!" After saying yes to Wentian, he walked to the stone table and quickly set it up on the chessboard.

Although Wu Ming also knows chess, he is a skin, and when he sees such a delicate chess game at this time, he is immediately a little dizzy.

Wu Ming glanced at Hei Baizi and found that he could only see the sweat on his forehead at this time, which showed that the chess game was extremely fierce.

Wu Ming sighed secretly in his heart, as the so-called concern is chaos, this person is obsessed with chess, and Xiang Wentian has found out his weakness.

After Xiang Wentian made the sixty-sixth move, he didn't let go of the next chess piece for a long time.

Wu Ming understood that Xiang Wentian was hanging the other party's appetite, and sure enough, Hei Baizi couldn't help but ask, "What's next?" ”

Xiang Wentian smiled and said: "The next step is the key, with the high opinion of the second owner, how to come?" ”

Hei Baizi thought hard for a long time, and muttered: "This son is broken and inappropriate, it's not even right, it can't be rushed, and it can't be done to work, this ...... It's hard to ......."

He pinched a white seed and thought hard about the work of a meal, but he could not settle it.

As for Wu Ming, he had already drunk more than a dozen glasses of grape wine with Dan Qingsheng.

Seeing this, Dan Qingsheng couldn't help but say: "Brother Tong, this is "Vomiting Blood", do you really want my second brother to vomit blood?" What's next, you better say it quickly. ”

"Good!" Xiang Wentian nodded and said with a faint smile: "This sixty-seventh son should be down here." ”

As he spoke, he had already landed on the chessboard.

Hei Baizi suddenly realized, slapped his thigh and shouted: "Okay, this son is here, it's really wonderful." ”

Xiang Wentian smiled faintly and said: "Liu Zhongfu's work is naturally wonderful, but it is only a wonderful chess game for national players in the world, and compared with the immortal chess of Lishan Immortal, it is much inferior." ”

Hei Baizi hurriedly said: "Lishan Immortal's immortal, quickly put it down and show me!" ”

Xiang Wentian said: "The second owner of the village might as well think about it." ”

Hei Baizi pondered for a long time, but he always felt that the defeat was decided, so he shook his head and said: "Since it is an immortal, how can an ordinary man of my generation think of it?" Brother Tong doesn't have to sell his son. ”

Xiang Wentian smiled faintly and said: "This is a clever calculation, only immortals can think of it." ”

Wu Ming secretly praised in his heart, Xiang Wentian really took a lot of painstaking efforts to rescue him.

At this time, I only listened to Hei Baizi and said: "Brother Tong, don't hang my appetite, it's better to simply tell me this game of chess, I won't listen to you in vain, and I will thank you later." ”

Wu Ming secretly said in his heart, this black and white man is really a good game, and seeing that Xiang Wentian didn't say this game of chess quickly, he expected that there would be a plan.

Xiang Wentian raised his head and said, "Brother Hefeng in Xia, I have nothing to ask for from the four owners. The second owner said this, but he underestimated the two of us. ”

Hearing this, Hei Baizi took a deep look and said, "Forgive me for my gaffes, thank you here." ”

Xiang Wentian returned the salute and said: "The second village owner is serious, in fact, although the two of us came to Meizhuang and did not ask for anything, but we wanted to make a bet with the four village owners." ”

Hei Baizi and Dan Qingsheng asked in unison, "What bet?" ”

Xiang Wentian said with a smile: "I bet on Meizhuang, no one can beat my Feng brother in swordsmanship." ”

Hei Baizi looked indifferent and noncommittal.

But Dan Qingsheng laughed out loud when he heard this, and said: "Do you compare swords, I like this, but do you have any bets that you can make?" ”

Wu Ming knew that in addition to Dan Qingsheng's hobby of drinking and painting, this swordsmanship was also something he deeply liked, and sword competition naturally aroused his interest.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said: "Of course there is a bet, if we lose, this painting will be given to the four owners." ”

While speaking, Xiang Wentian had already unburdened himself and took out a scroll.

Wu Ming saw that the scroll was an extremely old picture, and after he unfolded it to Wentian, he saw the cross inscribed in the upper right corner with the inscription "Northern Song Dynasty Fan Zhongli Xishan Travel Map", and the painting in it was even more breathtaking, it was really a peerless work.

After the painting was opened, Dan Qingsheng's gaze seemed to be attracted to the painting by a magnet, as if he could no longer move away, and only after a long time did he say: "This is the true work of Fan Kuan of the Northern Song Dynasty, you ...... Where did you get that? ”

Xiang Wentian smiled silently, but suddenly stretched out his hand and slowly rolled up the painting.

Dan Qingsheng hurriedly said: "Wait! ”

In desperation, he pulled Xiang Wentian's arm to stop him from scrolling, but when his hand touched the other party's body, he suddenly felt a soft and strong internal force suddenly flick his palm away.

Dan Qingsheng was taken aback and said, "Brother Tong, it turns out that your martial arts are so good, I'm afraid that you are not under me." ”

Wu Ming smiled secretly, with Xiang Wentian's kung fu, he was naturally much more clever than Dan Qingsheng, but of course he would not break it at this time.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "The four village owners made fun of it. In addition to swordsmanship, the four owners of Meizhuang have unparalleled kung fu in the world. I'm just a nobody, how dare I compare with the four owners? ”

Wu Ming smiled secretly in his heart, and asked the sky to make a radical method.

Sure enough, Dan Qingsheng's face sank and said, "Why do you say that in addition to swordsmanship?" Is my swordsmanship really not as good as his? ”

Xiang Wentian didn't answer, and said with a slight smile: "Two owners, how about this calligraphy?" ”

As he spoke, he took out a scroll from his baggage, and when he opened it, it was a wild grass with a pen walking a dragon and a snake.

Wu Ming had never seen anything prepared by Xiang Wentian before, and when he saw this wild grass at this time, he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart.

The calligraphy and painting book is a family, Dan Qingsheng saw this wild grass, he first sighed lightly, but when he saw it, he couldn't help but open his mouth and shouted: "Third brother, third brother, your life baby is here!" ”

His shouting was made by internal force, and the windows rattled.

At this time, I only heard someone respond in the distance: "Fourth brother, what is so much fuss?" ”

Dan Qingsheng shouted again: "It's a wild grass, if you don't come to see it, people will put it away, but you will regret it for the rest of your life." ”

The man outside: "Where did you find some fake calligraphy to fool me, didn't you?" ”

As the two talked, the curtain was lifted, and a person walked in, Wu Ming naturally knew that he was a bald pen man who liked calligraphy.

I saw that he was short and stocky, and the top of his head was bald and shiny, and there was not a single hair. And in his right hand he holds a large pen, and his clothes are covered with ink, which is indeed very consistent with the nickname of the bald pen.

After entering the house, he came directly to the unfolded scroll, and when he saw this wild grass, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said in a trembling voice: "It turned out to be true, this is Zhang Xu's "Frank Post" in the Tang Dynasty!" ”