It's late autumn this year.

Before the winter solstice, the capital was already colder than usual.

But Rao is like this, and it can't stop the drunken sheng song in Sweetwater Alley, and the prosperity is grand.

Just because of the word - "chess." ”

Go.

Nineteen vertical and horizontal roads.

Since the ancient times Yao and Shun taught their sons with chess, one of the ways of "play" has flowed in later generations, but there has never been a dynasty or generation that can be respected by the whole country like today, reaching an unprecedented momentum, and being talked about by the people.

Since Emperor Taizu of the Great Song Dynasty, there have been Taizong and even Huizong, all of whom have a unique affection for this Tao. The so-called "if the top is good, the bottom will be very bad", the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, and even dignitaries, old women, and peddlers and pawns, can all talk about the game, Go Holy Dynasty, and the name is well deserved.

But there is something wrong with saying that it is just "chess". The world is a way to talk about hands, but I love the hand more.

"Won, he won again."

In the midst of the laughter and laughter of the warblers and the birds, in a green building not far away, there was suddenly a young man in Tsing Yi who couldn't say whether he was surprised or anxious, and he ran to the street and shouted loudly.

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in Sweetwater Alley for a while.

But before the three breaths passed, I saw a maid in a yellow dress poking her head out of the window upstairs, trying her best to raise her voice, her face flushed, and shouted to the eagerly awaited chess nerds around her: "Win, Baizi wins in the middle game." ”

At the same time as the maid spoke, there was another person in the building. An old Confucian with a disheveled hair staggered out, but he didn't run a few steps, his sallow face turned pale, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and immediately fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Good fellow, one against three actually won."

"In less than a month, this person's chess skills have gone from being a vulgar thing who doesn't know anything to entering the house, and now he is defeating three famous players with one enemy and three enemies.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the cicadas are screaming.

In the green building, in the envy and uproar of everyone, a man in a wide-sleeved gray robe walked out slowly, but he ignored the eyes of others, and went straight to a narrow alley, plunged into it, and disappeared.

This person, of course, is Gu Chaoyun.

But few people in the entire capital know this name.

Just as Gu Chaoyun's front foot disappeared, the back foot of the building let out a sharp exhalation, his voice trembled, and his tone was strange, as if he had encountered something incredible, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

There are words on paper.

"Black and white are impermanent, vertical and horizontal, and the world is unparalleled."

"The world is like chess, unpredictable, and heroes laugh."

"Three days later, Bei Molin, the contemptible people will wait for Liu Fu to come for a while."

Liu Fuzhi is a great player who dominates the chess world today and is famous in Beijing, Liu Zhongfu.

This is a war letter.

But what frightened me the most was the name and surname left on the paper.

"Di Fei is surprised!"

"Ah, this mysterious chess player who defeated many famous players in the capital is actually Di Feijing, the hall master of the six-and-a-half-point hall?"

"Isn't it rumored that this person has a broken neck and bows his head? Could it be a fake? ”

"He is actually Di Feijing, no wonder his chess skills are so superb."

"It's a good pig to eat a tiger, and Di Fei is shocked by the hidden one."

"He is unparalleled in the world, laughing at all heroes, and he dares to boast that he is invincible in the world, he simply doesn't know the height of the sky."

……

In the chaotic and noisy discussion, still in that green building, there was a person leaning on the wooden railing, sitting lazily and casually, with a pot of wine in his hand, shaking it casually, and his eyes were looking thoughtfully at the direction in which Gu Chaoyun left.

This is also a young man, a young man a few years older than Gu Chaoyun.

He not only had wine in his hands, but also a pillow in his arms, a very delicate jade pillow, held in his arms, diagonally placed, and a snow-white fox skin under his body, and a white cloak on his body, reflecting his face that was also as pale as snow.

"Hehe, what a surprise."

When he heard Di Fei's three words, the young man's lonely and arrogant eyebrows unconsciously gave birth to a little smile, and the smile was restrained and subtle. His lips were thin, and his eyebrows were narrow, like the edge of a knife. This pursed his lips and smiled, and he really smiled like a cold plum

Tu Yan, so cold that it seems that it is not allowed to be in this unbridled world, and it is arrogant almost as if he can't see everyone.

It's like something grows in his bones, and the first impression of all those who have seen him is that they are arrogant.

But when these people know the identity of the young man, their first reaction will be that this kind of loneliness is really deserved.

Because this person is the owner of the "Golden Wind Drizzle Building", the "Red Sleeve Knife" Su Mengzhen.

Such a person, who has dominated the rivers and lakes in less than a year, sits on the world's largest gang, commands black and white, and controls the life and death of countless people, he should indeed be proud.

If you are someone else, you can make such an achievement in your lifetime, even if you have 12 out of 10 achievements, I am afraid that you are either complacent, or proud, and you don't know the height of the sky, and then you will be destroyed.

There is a difference between the hero's power and the villain's ambition after all.

"Innocent, tell me, will he be Di Fei's surprise?"

Su Mengzhen hugged the pillow and drank wine.

Just half a month ago, this "Sweet Water Alley" had become the territory of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, but he never expected that a Di Fei would pop out under his nose.

This is a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh.

"Although I haven't seen this hall master of the six-and-a-half-point hall, our ears and eyes under the cloth haven't received the slightest movement about Di Feijing, so this must be fake."

The one who replied was a middle-aged man in a white robe, gentle and elegant, with a small mole in the center of his eyebrows, standing quietly beside Su Mengzhen.

Su Mengzhen raised his drooping eyelids, "True or fake, I won't know in three days." We want to know that the people in the six-and-a-half-hall will only want to know more, and isn't it the news that Di Fei was almost killed by a mysterious master. ”

He meant something, and the white-robed man suddenly understood, and asked with surprise, "Landlord, do you mean that someone is playing the idea of six and a half halls, but he is so fanfare, he is not afraid of being discovered?" ”

Su Mengzhen smiled vigorously, "Who can prove that it's fake?" If this person is smarter and has higher martial arts than Di Feijing, he is real. The difference between true and false is nothing more than the difference between good and better. Or perhaps, this is a trap deliberately set by Di Feijing for us. ”

Without waiting for the white-robed man to speak, Su Mengzhen raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said: "However, the only thing that can be determined is that it doesn't matter to us who is true or who is fake, Di Fei is a disaster, if a smarter and more powerful Di Fei is born, it will be a big trouble." Even if it's a trap, let's give it a try, and tell the brothers in the gang that after three days, Bei Molin ......"

He swallowed his wine slowly and gave his final order.

"Kill Di Feishu!"

114, War Book