Wang Fugui's sword is very slow.

It was so slow that the onlookers thought he was boring and boring.

But Wang Fugui's hand holding the sword was very steady.

The chess pieces that he grasped tightly in his hand seemed to be as heavy as the Xuantie heavy sword on Yang Guo's back in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Although the sword is heavy, Wang Fugui's swordsmanship is not heavy.

At least, every time he landed, every chess piece that was pinched in the palm of his hand seemed to have turned into a basic swordsmanship in the hands of this twilight swordsman.

Hit, stab, grid, collapse, stir, draw, split, intercept, wash, cloud, hang, tease, chop, pick, wipe, circle. This sounds like an ordinary basic swordsmanship, but it bursts out with indescribable momentum in Zhang Fugui's fall again and again.

On the other hand, looking at the chess nerd, her sword seems to be a crape myrtle soft sword. With such a light and soft sword, Luozi naturally took the path of a fast sword.

However, the sword path of the chess nerd is not only fast, but also so meticulous that it can hardly find any loopholes.

However, Wang Fugui's seemingly unpretentious sword path seemed to restrain her in all aspects.

Eleven moves, or the eleventh hand, the seemingly meticulous swordsmanship of the chess nerd was shot down by Zhang Fugui. Wang Fugui's swordsmanship, which was originally a snail's step, also became faster as he shot again and again.

On the tenth hand, Wang Fugui took the middle palace with a sword that was as fast as a meteor "pick", and the general who was full of anger finally made the chess nerd who had been silent in the game raise his head.

Her face was red and she was extremely excited.

Master, really master.

The chess nerd praised Wang Fugui in his heart.

After all, she hadn't been a general in a long time.

Wang Fugui is indeed a master, he is a chess nerd at this age, just with his chess hand, in the most difficult days, to support a group of family members behind him.

In the past 50 years, his chess skills have never regressed. On the contrary, under the tempering of time, it has become a school of its own.

The purpose of his coming to the chess room today is just to sharpen the sword in his rotten heart, and then take a look at who the person who posted the hero post is.

He thought that chess nerds were the ones who posted hero posts. He was also very happy with her.

It's not just because the chess nerd's chess strength is not bad. The main thing is when playing against her. Her attitude towards chess reminded him of his younger self.

Wang Fugui is an old man who doesn't like to recall the past. Being able to make him reminisce about the past is enough to prove that the chess nerd is a young man who makes him feel a little special, and he is also a young man who is different.

Yang Zheng looked at this sword fighting and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

As a bystander, he had witnessed how this unattractive old man was calculating the chess nerd in the chess game, with twelve ways of looking ordinary swordsmanship, with nine hands that seemed to be passive defense. But in fact, these nine hands are just to hide his last three killing moves.

The three-handed killing moves, one by one, one cut and one pick, seem to be sparse and ordinary sword moves, but they "inadvertently" hit the three-way position of the chess nerd's rook, horse and artillery.

He looked at the general that Wang Fugui finally shouted, and an idiom unbelievably appeared in his mind, which was clumsy.

It is also true that only a truly ingenious person would plan his every sword so carefully and carefully, paving the way for his last and most agile killing move.

Wang Fugui, although he looks like a twilight swordsman, also holds a heavy rotten sword in his hand.

But the rotten sword in his hand is still sharp.

……

"Young man, you're playing chess well." Wang Fugui watched the chess nerd use a sword move to fight for his life and break free from his smart killing move, and he couldn't help but praise.

Although he had a kind smile on his face, his hands and the sword in his hand were still cold, and he was extremely fast with three hands, and almost half of the chess pieces were missing on the nerd's side. Even the Ziwei soft sword in her hand, which looked extremely slender, had its blade curled again, and the whole sword looked sluggish.

However, the chess nerd did not show a depressed face, but still focused on fast swords as before.

The sound of the clanging and colliding seemed to be a chess nerd resisting Wang Fugui's dense swordsmanship like raindrops in an orderly manner. But the kind smile on Wang Fugui's face slowly cooled down.

It was as cold as his hand and the rotten sword in his hand.

Yang Zheng looked at the changing expression on Wang Fugui's face and the faster and faster fall of the chess nerd, he was a little confused.

It's three hands again, and the chess nerd seems to have fought his way out in the dense raindrops.

The sword in her hand gradually became disciplined again, but Wang Fugui resumed his previous slow sword play.

It took him as long as before to make each shot. But the difference is that his fingers are pinching the chess pieces, but they are not as dazzling as before. It seems that the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand has become heavier with time.

It is three hands again, and the sixteen-way basic swordsmanship in Wang Fugui's hands has unknowingly become a twelve-way swordsmanship, a ten-way swordsmanship, and now a nine-way swordsmanship in the nine hands just now.

Although the remaining nine-way sword technique is still strong, it has lost the most important washing, clouding, hanging, and flirting of the Tibetan sword. Obviously, there is a lack of confidence.

But the chess nerd on the opposite side was no better, and there were only five pieces left on the half board in front of her.

"I lost." Wang Fugui obviously still had the strength to continue the game, but he took the initiative to give up.

He leaned back in his chair, his cloudy eyes looking at the chessboard and laughing.

It's been a long time since he's played so seriously, and this move, along with the female player on the other side, makes him feel like he's back in the time when he was nervous about everything fifty years ago. At that time, he was young, for the sake of his family behind him, and every day he walked on thin ice and played bets with those chess masters.

At that time, he couldn't lose and didn't dare to lose, because he was burdened with the life, death, survival and death of a family of five. As long as he falls, then the whole family will also fall.

Maybe thinking of the past, Wang Fugui's eyes were full of kindness. He suddenly felt that this woman should be carrying a lot of things like himself, and maybe she also had a family behind her waiting for her to support.

Wang Fugui was on crutches and thought that if he took the initiative to admit defeat in this game of chess, he might be able to pass on his 80 years of joys, sorrows and sorrows to the woman opposite, and let her live a good life instead of herself.

"It's your turn." The chess nerd didn't seem to hear him admit defeat, and she also raised her head, and her originally flushed face turned even redder.

"Didn't I throw in the towel?" Wang Fugui was a little surprised, if he continued to go down, he might not know who would kill the deer.

After all, compared to his nine-way swordsmanship, the woman on the opposite side only had five embarrassing chess pieces.

And only two of the five chess pieces can pose a threat to themselves.

She should know, right?

No, she must know!

Because the car she used in that step was one of the two pieces, and it pierced her chest!

"Wouldn't it be a shame if we threw in the towel now?" The chess nerd still lowered her head and studied the chess game, she studied it very seriously, so serious that even the words that should have been said domineeringly just now were weak and weak.

But these weak words made Wang Fugui throw away his crutches. His whole body seemed to hear his heart pounding!