Ji Liang couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, he had found it now. The first person in this pavilion is full of talents. There are those who are as thick as Li Fanshu, those who are unlucky as the pen, and the one in front of them, who simply deduced the tall legs to a higher level, and they are simply talents among talents.

It's the first time he's heard of the term "loyal fans" in this quaint world.

I'm afraid this person is also a buddy who has crossed over like him.......

Ji Lianghu glanced at the person in front of him suspiciously.

Suddenly—

Ji Liang said something that made the Erzhang monk who was present confused: "Hey, 2077 has jumped again." ”

"——?!"

Lu Linqu subconsciously said half a sentence, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly swallowed the words back into his stomach.

"Keeping an eye on ——————"

Lu Linqu wanted to escape several times, but Ji Liang's gaze was locked.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Lu Linqu had no choice but to give full play to the talent of the eighteenth-tier actor in his previous life, and coughed lightly: "Ahem!"

There was a confused look in his eyes, and he asked puzzledly, "Uh... Dare to ask the son. What is this 2077?"

Ji Liang looked at his eyes expressionlessly, and said leisurely after half a ring: "Master Lu, this son has never said that this 2077 is a thing. Looks like you hear clearly. ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Linqu's body suddenly stiffened, and beads of sweat like soybeans slid down his forehead.

Originally, Ji Liang was just bored and wanted to try, but he didn't expect to really meet a dead mouse for his blind cat. Anyway, can this buddy's acting skills be a little worse.......

The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and for a while, the entire [Qianqiu Pavilion] was filled with an anxious atmosphere.

And Nangong Qianwen and Ji Liyue on the side were all nervous.

But one is excited, the other is worried.

Seeing that he couldn't slip away if he didn't open it, Lu Linqu suddenly had an idea, covered his stomach and wailed in pain: "Oh yo yo - my belly is ——! I guess I have eaten something bad, and the prince will retire first!"

It's just that he turned around and took half a step, and Ji Liang behind him had already slowly raised his hand.

"Come on, send Lu Gongzi to my house and give him the largest thatched house to serve. ”

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waved goodbye to Lu Linqu, who was tied down by Wuhuada.

It's just nightfall, the Wenhui is still going on, and he, Ji Liang, hasn't made enough money yet.

Now that Wenting has been completed, there are still three wronged heads left: piano, chess, and painting.

But this time Ji Liang is smart, although it feels very cool to slap these people in the face directly, but it is too unfriendly to the wallet. Therefore, this time, Ji Liang asked everyone who was going to bet on him to take a step forward first, and if one was counted as one, they were all obediently ready to be picked up by the master and me.

This time it was a chess game, which was somewhat unexpected by Ji Liang. He also thought that after he showed his hand so little just now, the number of people who wanted to come to get his five hundred taels would be greatly reduced, but he didn't expect that more than half of the people in the "chess pavilion" directly stood up.

But come to think of it, these people are pretentious young talents, and no one wants to lose to a waste in what they do best.

The four treasures of the study on the table were quickly removed by the little servant and replaced with a chessboard and two boxes of black and white children.

Looking at the chessboard, Ji Liang rubbed his chin and proposed, "It's late tonight, and there is no time even if it's the endgame." Why don't we change the way we play?"

"New ways to play?"

The speaker is the owner of the chess pavilion, surnamed Lu, celebrity A.

"Not bad. I call it five-finger chess. The chess pieces are airless, so there is no need to mention the pieces. Only any one line of horizontal, vertical and oblique lines is connected to form five subs to win. The rest of the rules are basically the same as in Go. ”

Saying that, Ji Liang called his sister over, he held the white son, and his sister held the black child, and the two of them played a round according to the rules that Ji Liang said.

Because the rules are very simple, everyone learns them at a glance. Thinking that he had been immersed in sex for many years, but it was such a simple rule, it was not easy to kill the son of this world without leaving a piece of armor, and they began to rub their hands for a while.

It's just that what they didn't think about was that even the rules of Go were not very difficult, but the changes in it were not enough for a fraction of the stars in the sky combined.

The same is true of backgammon, which seems simple but is actually varied.

Of course, Ji Liang is not a major either, but when I think back to high school-

400-word graph paper, in addition to writing essays, the biggest use is to play five-finger chess with the same table. This is especially true during self-study in the evening, where if the teacher is not available, you can finish a book of graph paper in one night.

Recalling the past, Ji Liang's eyes couldn't help but show a look of nostalgia. And all this was seen by Nangong Qianwen on the side.

And this passer-by has already rolled up his sleeves with great interest, planning to do a big job.

Ji Liang smiled noncommittally when he saw his confident look. To tell the truth, if you just play backgammon with these people so simply, I'm afraid that you will lose to these masters who have been immersed in chess for more than ten years in just a few games.

However, the biggest difference between backgammon and Go is that it has a way to win.

If there is no forbidden hand, the sunspot will win.

But how can I give these people the rules?

Sure enough, Ji Liang, who had been holding the sunspot in his hand for less than half an hour, won sixteen consecutive victories, did not taste a hundred, and killed a few people in the chess pavilion without leaving a piece of armor.

Slowly falling, it is the fifth black star again.

"Mr. Lu, you lost again. "This is already the fifth defeat of passerby A, which is exactly what the so-called vegetable addiction is.

Passerby A scratched his head angrily, he was already about to come up with a way to break the game, as long as: "Let's play another game!"

However, Ji Liang silently closed his chess box.

"What are you doing here?!Aren't you afraid of losing to me!" Seeing that Ji Liang was gone, passer-by A immediately became anxious. I became more and more sure that I would win immediately.

Ji Liang looked passer-by up and down, and smiled slightly: "I'm afraid it's not that this son doesn't want to go down, but you, Gongzi Lu...... There's nothing to lose if you can't lose. ”

was reminded by Ji Liang like this, and passer-by A suddenly woke up and looked down at his body. Silver tickets, jade pendants, swords....... I've lost everything I can lose.

He looked back at the other people in the chess booth and wanted to borrow some money from them.

However, as far as the eye could see, they were all penniless, and even several people even lost their long robes, leaving only a thin lining on their bodies shivering in the autumn wind.

"Are you convinced?" Ji Liang picked up the hot tea handed by his sister and took a sip.

That's it.

This passer-by is also a frank person, and he bowed his hand: "Lu's skills are not as good as others, it is the son of the world that you won." ”

Ji Liang shook the white fan with satisfaction, so now there are only two pavilions left: painting and piano. I loosened my shoulders a little tiredly, not because I was tired from playing chess, but because I was sore with a silver ticket.

Then in the next scene, Ben Shizi painted with a white fan in his hand. is clumsy, and I hope to be able to win Miss Lan's eyes. ”

The owner of the painting pavilion, surnamed Lan Mingyin, the third lady of the Lan family in Longcheng. The few women in the Taishan Literary Club are not as beautiful as Nangong Qianwen and Ji Liyue, although they are ordinary, they are the type that the more you look at them, the more you look at them.

It is not an exaggeration to say that her paintings are called "flowers in the brush".

But Ji Liang didn't panic, thinking that he was the only one who contracted the blackboard newspaper for the entire class for three years, and he won an award for Chinese painting in elementary school.