The chess nerd is a good crape myrtle soft sword, both offensive and defensive, flexible, even if you are in a desperate situation, you can fight for a glimmer of life from it.

Wang Fugui's chess is a heavy sword of Xuantie, which is clumsy, clumsy, clumsy, talking and laughing, and between starting and falling, there are hidden killing opportunities.

However, the old man in front of him, who is not good-looking, is more like a dagger one foot and two inches long.

Not long, not short, not black or white.

The knife is deadly, leaving no room for error.

……

Yang Zheng was summoned here by the fat orange.

Although he always knew that the manager of the park's public restroom was an old man who was not good-looking.

But he only learned today that this ordinary-looking old man was not as simple as it seemed.

He is not only a hidden chess master, but also a hidden chess killer.

Otherwise, how could he seem to have countless strangely shaped weapons inserted into the depths of Yang Zheng's fragile soul hidden under his skin without any mistakes?

He probably didn't like to laugh, because when he laughed, his originally harmless face seemed to inadvertently reveal the poisonous needles he had hidden on the tip of his tongue.

His deep wrinkles seemed to follow his smile, revealing the cold knife he had inserted into his body in the process of rebelling against the years.

Because of the laughter, his narrowed eyes seemed to be secretly hiding a short sword mixed with the blood of different people.

Ten moves, step by step.

Ten moves, see the stitches.

Ten moves of chess, knife and saw.

Ten moves, sword halberd.

Ten moves to make him laugh, as conspicuous as contempt for life.

He is already ninety years old, and he has long since changed from a person who has been toyed with by the years to a person who has played with the years.

He is already ninety years old, and between his ups and downs, he is detached from life and death.

It was precisely because of that detachment from life and death that Yang Zheng appeared timidity for the first time in his heart.

……

"No problem." When the old man smiled, the contempt for time and life turned into contempt for the chess pieces on the chessboard.

Anyway, for the old man, in this world, the only person who can win himself has long been waiting for him at the end of the years.

In this world, he should no longer have an opponent.

Maybe there were, but perhaps, there won't be again.

The old man looked at his head cannon, he picked up the chess piece, and said again.

"You'd rather bend than bend, I like it very much."

"But, on the chessboard, you don't need someone who would rather bend than bend."

For the first time in nearly thirty years, the old man commented on his opponent.

If it had been thirty years ago, his words would have been regarded as golden sentences and circulated everywhere.

But nowadays, who wants to remember the words of an old man who is on the verge of death?

With a snap, the old man dropped the same Zhonggong cannon, and said: "I know a person who is similar to you, and he would rather not bend." ”

"Do you know what happened to him?"

Yang Zheng hurriedly jumped off the horse, he shook his head in a little panic, and he didn't know if he was responding to the old man's question or responding to this overwhelmed chess game.

"He's dead."

"And left a mess behind."

The old man also jumped off his horse, and said coldly at the corner of his mouth:

"Then, his wife remarried, and the child took someone else's surname."

"His roots are broken."

"Although he left a good name, he is completely dead."

With the word "dead" at the end, the old man pinched the fingers of the chess pieces, and it seemed that he had changed from dull to white bones.

The Zhonggong cannon between his fingers, which seemed to carry endless resentment, turned into thousands of bone spears and plunged straight into the heart of the black pawn opposite.

With a muffled grunt, the blackman fell outside the chessboard, his pale face looking at the horse as if he were shouting something more.

It seems to be stopping the brand-new carriage again, and it must not avenge itself.

Because, every chess piece on the opposite side is full of life that corruption makes people fall.

So, what's the use of being a good person? Most good people have short lives. Because there are so many people and things they have to worry about, they gradually forget about themselves. ”

Therefore, it is better to be a bad person than to live, to be alone, and to live for yourself all your life. In this way, life is still longer. ”

"You said yes? A young man who would rather bend than bend? ”

……

It was the first time that Yang Zheng had met such an opponent who was almost perfect in chess, and it was also the first time that there was no hope of winning on this small chessboard.

Even when he was faced with two nationally recognized chess masters, Uncle Li and a chess nerd, he had never been so desperate as he was now.

He looked at the old man who was still muttering to himself, and he seemed to see an eight-armed Shura statue crawling out of a mud puddle in front of him.

The pitch-black, dirty, eight-armed Shura was opposite the smiling golden Buddha in front of him, and the eight-armed Shura seemed to be far superior to the golden Buddha with thousands of rays of light across from him.

It's nothing more than him, just because what these eight-armed Shura is holding in his hands are all real swords and real swords.

The eight swords made of mortal iron, the multicolored lotus flower on which the Buddha sat and the non-mortal thing, and the gold-leaf robe on his body, which did not know the suffering of the world, seemed to have turned into shadow and light.

The Buddha looked at the Shura who had crawled out of the mud pit with a dirty face and asked compassionately, "Where did you come from and where are you going?" ”

Shura held his sword in his hand, looked at the Buddha with his head held high, and said, "I have come from hell and want to go to Elysium. ”

The Buddha looked at the muddy puddle-like footprints behind Shura, he shook his head and asked, "Then why do you have a sword in your hand?" ”

Shura replied, "Because I'm going to see who pushed me into the mud pit and who made me black,"

The Buddha was obviously dissatisfied with the answer given to him by Shura, he looked at the eight rusty swords, and he said bitterly: "Cause and effect are true, and good and evil are rewarded." ”

Shura laughed: "That countless mud and countless fires in the world, is it because of your good and evil retribution, and the last stroke is written off?" ”

The Buddha said, "When is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, when will the wrongs be retribution?" ”

Shura smiled: "But I can't throw the butcher knife in my heart!" ”

The Buddha said, "Then put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha!" ”

Shura smiled bitterly: "Then you crossed me, or the butcher's knife?" ”

The Buddha laughed angrily, and he pointed behind Shura and shouted, "Turn back to the shore!" ”

Shura turned around, only to find that he had no home behind him except for footprints full of mud puddles!

He looked at the Buddha and roared in the sky.

"Where did hell come from?"

……

"Do you want to continue?" The old man took another ten steps and killed the veteran on Yang Zheng's chessboard.

The face smiled again, and the knife, the sword, and the butcher's knife seemed to be about to swing at the mortal dust behind the Buddha after cutting off the golden Buddha who didn't know the suffering of the world.

Yang Zheng also smiled.

"Of course we go on."

"After all, I'm still young, and I still have time to bend rather than bend, and I still have time to be a good person!"

……

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of death? ”

Shura looked at a small monk who suddenly appeared behind the fallen Buddha, and he asked playfully.

After all, since the fall of the Buddha, the old monks in gorgeous clothes and the great monks with high mana power have been fleeing.

In the entire golden temple, only this little monk with low mana remains.

The little monk looked at Shura and shook his head.

He pointed to the emerald green sapling behind him and bravely spread his arms.

It seems that the little monk is worried about the sapling behind him that was raised by himself.

"You should know that you are no match for me."

Shura put away his sword, and the eight arms were clenched into fists again.

"You should also know that I will never show mercy to my subordinates, even if you are just a little monk with low morality."

Although the little monk was afraid, he did not flinch.

He closed his eyes.

Waiting for the fist to fall, but also waiting for his own death.

But, for a long time, the fist did not fall.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the eight-armed Shura had already left.

Only he and the tiny sapling behind him were left.

The Buddha said that all beings are equal,

But why isn't the Buddha in the Five Elements?

Shura left the last sentence, left the temple, and also put on a shabby robe.

……

The wind rises, the clouds rise.

In a dilapidated room, envelopes with words of thanks seemed to be swept up by the wind.

Fall to the ground.