How magnificent and majestic the Daming Dragon King was when he used the Siege of the Heavens, Han Ming still remembers that among the martial arts used by the last blow of the three Dragon Kings, the Siege of the Heavens of the Great Ming Dragon King seems to be stronger than the martial arts used by the other two Dragon Kings.

Han Ming's spiritual power wrapped around his palm, he slowly closed his eyes, and his palm clenched the entire jade piece in his hand, and the spiritual power was no longer blocked as before, and then easily infiltrated into it.

Call!

Han Ming's spiritual sense was once again dragged into a fantasy realm, this is the top of a high mountain, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the mist curls like a fairyland.

Beside him sat an old man with white hair, the old man pinched a white child, watched the chess game on the chessboard with full attention, and slowly fell into the white piece.

After he dropped the white piece, he pinched out a black piece from the black chess jar on the other side, stared at the chess game with both eyes and meditated again, and after a long time, he took the black piece and fell.

Han Ming knew that if he wanted to learn the game of Wai Tian, it must be related to this old man who played with his left and right hands, so he stood aside and watched the old man play chess.

Han Ming didn't know much about the things in the chess game, but with the comprehension ability of the Zhan Xiong level, after a few games of the old man, he had almost understood the rules.

After understanding the rules of the chess game, Han Ming watched the old man play chess again, and suddenly felt that every step of the old man's chess game was well thought out, and the whole chess game was full of fun after playing.

"Okay!" The old man finished making a son again, and Han Ming couldn't help but praise him.

The old man was also very satisfied with Fang Cai's fall, he stroked his beard, and smiled kindly at Han Ming: "How is it, Xiaoyou, are you interested in playing a game with the old man?"

Han Minggang wanted to agree but found that it was getting late, and he didn't know how long it had passed unconsciously, he thought that this Heavenly Siege Game must win against this old man in order to get the true meaning, it is better to quit the illusion first, study and study outside, and then come in to play against the old man, otherwise if he loses, he will continue to waste time here.

"No, I'll still go out to specialize in chess, and now compared with you, it's purely my own abuse!" Han Ming snorted and was about to quit the illusion, but no matter how hard he tried, he found that this illusion was firm and could not be withdrawn.

"Isn't Xiaoyou afraid of wasting time?don't be afraid, in this illusion, a year is just a stick of incense outside!" The old man's eyes were as bright as stars, as if through Han Ming's body, he saw what he was thinking, and said warmly.

After listening to the old man's words, Han Ming's originally nervous and worried mood relaxed, since a year is only the time of one stick of incense, it doesn't matter, if you lose, you will continue to play, anyway, you don't have to worry about how much time.

He simply put aside his distracting thoughts, arched his hand at the old man and said, "That kid might as well be respectful!"

He sat down with a big grin.

The old man pushed the black chess jar to Han Ming, and his voice was like a spring breeze, "Xiaoyou has just entered the chess path, let's play first!"

"Good!"

Han Ming knew that the first player in Go had a big advantage, and then after his eyes swept over the chessboard, he picked up a black piece and grabbed the left corner first.

There has always been a four-character mantra on the game of Go, the gold edge and the silver corner, Go is like a battle game, in the end, whoever occupies more places will win, and the corner of the chess game is the easiest place to occupy, and then slowly extend and expand to the middle.

Although Han Ming has never played before, after watching the old man's previous games, and adding his own understanding, he has already grasped the essence of the silver horn of Phnom Penh.

Click!

The old man glanced at Han Ming appreciatively, and raised his hand.

The chess game had just begun, and the black-and-white confrontation was not very intense, so Han Mingxiazi did not hesitate and fell to the sunspot with a click.

Click!

He had just fallen on the black spot, and the old man had fallen with the white seed between his fingers.

Such a rapid falling speed caused a lot of pressure on Han Ming's heart, he glanced up at the old man, and found that the latter was half-squinting, looking light.

The old man's contemptuous appearance aroused Han Ming's competitive heart, and he eliminated distracting thoughts, and after thinking twice, he fell into place.

Click!

Click!

The whole fantasy world is comfortable and quiet, there is the sound of flying springs falling to the ground and splashing water, and there are the joyful chirping of birds courting, which adds a bit of remoteness to this piece of leisurely mountains.

The sound of falling children is crisp and powerful.

However, Han Ming's fall was getting slower and slower, he stared at the battle on the chessboard, and fine sweat was already pouring on his forehead.

Bai Zi stood on top of the chess game like a fierce tiger, and roared angrily at the sunspot who had been suffocated to a dead end.

Such a situation was something Han Ming did not expect, he did not expect that he would be attacked so neatly under the attack of the old man.

And each of Lao Tzu's seemingly meaningless sons before now plays a key role in determining the outcome of the entire chess game, so it can be said that from the first piece that fell, the battle has begun, and Han Ming has no precautions against this.

He looked at the whole chess game, his fingers holding the sunspot were trembling slightly, and his heart was full of unwillingness, yes, unwillingness!

Han Ming's blood is a person who is unwilling to admit defeat, no matter what field he is in, if he wants to do it seriously, he must do his best, the most perfect!

The defeat of this chess game was a big blow to him, an unprecedented blow, and it was a little stronger than the unwillingness of the three dragon kings when they surrounded him at the beginning, and the unwillingness is even stronger now!

Ooh!

A fire burned in his eyes, his eyes were looking for life in the chess game, and the thoughts in his head were racing fast.

Click!

The sunspot in his hand fell.

The old man looked at Han Mingluozi's position, there was a hint of appreciation and solemnity in his eyes, and he pondered for a while.

Click!

Time passes inadvertently like a white horse.

At this time, the sky is already full of stars, and the night is like a tide.

Han Ming looked at the chess game blankly, and the sunspot in his hand suddenly fell from his fingertips and smashed into the chess game.

"I'm losing!" Han Ming's eyes were as dark as night, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Hahaha, I'll come back early tomorrow morning!" the old man raised his hand and a long beard on his chin, stood up, and walked towards the thatched hut on the mountainside.

The dim starlight reflected on the chessboard, Han Ming sat in front of the chess game, his fists clenched, his eyes regained their brilliance again, he looked at the chess game, and his mind began to recall from the first step of his own downfall......

The night is driven away by the dawn.

The old man walked out of the thatched hut and returned to the top of the mountain again, he saw that Han Ming maintained yesterday's posture motionless, and shook his head helplessly: "Do you want another game?"

Han Ming raised a tired face, pursed his lips, arched his hand at the old man, and said, "Come!"

The old man smiled slightly, sat opposite Han Ming, and exchanged the two chess jars, "This time, you come first!"

Han Ming nodded, pinched a white piece with two fingers, and his eyes skimmed over the chess game.

Click!

Fall!

He raised his head and stared at the old man with dark eyes.

"Well, the momentum is much calmer than yesterday!" The old man nodded, not caring at all about Han Ming's forced gaze, clip, and drop!

Click!

Click!

The sound of falling children is like raindrops hitting the ground.

Han's speed is almost the same as that of the old man, but he doesn't have the hesitation of yesterday, he is simply neat, calm and powerful!

The game between the two lasted for a day and a night, the black and white flags were like two armies fighting, you come and go, the smoke of gunpowder is filled, the blood is incomparable, the confrontation above this chess game is more dangerous than the confrontation under the chess!

But the final outcome is still Han Ming's defeat!

This defeat of Han Ming was not a strategic attack at the beginning, but a steady step by step.

He sat in front of the chess game, watching the endgame like a stake, his hands firmly clenched, and his face as pale as paper.

At night, heavy rain poured.

Han Ming sat in front of the chess game, not moving.

As soon as the sky dawned, the clouds were swirling, and a rainbow crossed the green mountains in the distance.

The old man reappeared on the top of the mountain as he had done the day before yesterday, and asked the same question: "Is there another game?"

"Come!"

Han Ming's answer was hoarse and firm.

This time, he took the initiative to exchange the black and white chess jars, took a deep breath, reached deep into the black chess jars full of stagnant water, and pinched out a black disc with two fingers.

His eyes instantly glowed with a shocking brilliance, and for a moment, his battle intent was unprecedentedly high.

Click!

Fall!

The sunspots fell on the plate, splashing in all directions.

The old man smiled kindly and pinched the white child.

Click!

Luozi is also splashing.

But when the old man left this son, his half-squinted eyes were still all open, and his eyes were unprecedentedly solemn and serious.

Click!

Click!

The symphony of black and white chess pieces settles.

In this fantasy world, Han Ming has black hair, a black robe, and his eyes are as black as ink, like a black chess soul, and the old man has white hair and white beard, and he is dressed in a white robe.

But in the final chess game, it was still Han Ming's defeat!

"Tomorrow, I'll come again!" the old man got up, feeling very relieved, after all, it had been a long, long time since anyone had played chess with him like this.

Han Ming's ears were already empty, he stared at the chess game, his eyes burned, and he didn't move!

On the top of this high mountain, in addition to this thunderous chess game and sitting on the pier, Han Ming has also become an inherent existence, he doesn't know how many games he has lost, but the spring breeze, summer rain, autumn frost and winter snow have left traces on him.

The stars and the moon rotate, the white clouds and the dogs, time seems to have never been so fast.

The green mountains and trees are prosperous and withered, all things are born, old, sick and die, all reincarnation is not stopped, changing all the time, and all the time maintaining the original state.

Han Ming looked at the chess game, from the beginning to the end, from the end to the beginning, the reincarnation continued, he gradually forgot his belief in winning, and he pursued a pinnacle of chess skills.

One year ......

Decade......

Twenty years......

Thirty years......

Forty years......

The dialogue between the old man and Han Ming has always maintained the initial simplicity.

"Do you want a round?"

"Come!"

Swap chess jars, pairs flow!

Heaven and earth rotate, the sun and the moon rotate!

Finally, Han Ming fell into a son.

The whole chessboard has no children to fall, black and white are evenly matched, and it is a draw!