Walking out of the Zen monastery, getting on the black carriage, walking to the mountains for a while, I saw an ancient pavilion between the cliffs and forests.

This pavilion is not solemn in the autumn wind, because it is too tall, it is an ordinary three-story building, and the huge beams and cornices stand still among the red and yellow leaves, and it looks very imposing.

The second game of the three games of Washan is in this pavilion.

The monk who watched the sea led everyone to the autumn pavilion and stopped. Because the chaos in front of the Tiger Leap Stream was canceled, there were still many cultivators in the field, but no one dared to speak loudly.

The Buddha stopped more than ten zhang away from the Autumn Pavilion, and the head of the Hanging Temple Discipline Academy in the curtain was still silent, but secretly I don't know how many eyes were secretly looking at him.

Ning Que said by the stream that if he and Sang Sang had not been, then what would other people do they want to choose in the seventy-first chapter of the third volume of the eventful autumn No, this high monk of the Hanging Temple actually seemed to really act according to this.

I don't know if it's because of this, Qu Ni Ma Di under the Buddha's chariot looked at the black carriage with more and more resentment, but the Lu Chenjia's expression was still so indifferent.

There is an old monk in the Autumn Pavilion, and he must be the one who presides over the second game of chess.

The old monk was dressed in a monk's robe made of plain cloth, his face was wrinkled with deep wrinkles, and his dense turns drooped down like autumn branches hanging from fruits, and he seemed to be much older than the yellow-clothed old monk next to the Tiger Leaping Stream.

The old monks in the pavilion are bowing to the Buddha in the distance.

I faintly saw the figure of the senior monk in the Buddha's chariot leaning slightly, as if he was solemnly returning the salute.

The old monk looked at the black carriage under the pavilion and said, "The daughter of light and the thirteenth gentleman of the academy have descended on Washan, and the old temple and the old pavilion are very honored. ”

Ning Que didn't know the identity and seniority of this old monk, thinking about the previous introspection, and returned the salute.

The old monk said: "Aunt Yuelun Guoqu, Mr. Cheng of the Sword Pavilion, bookworms and are all here, and His Royal Highness the Southern Jin Dynasty is here, and Washan has not had such a majestic scene for many years, which makes people feel emotional." ”

The old monk said with emotion in his words, but in fact, his voice was indifferent and mechanical, just like a roll call, he reported these big people who came to Washan to the third volume of the eventful autumn chapter seventy-one What color do you want to choose?

After the politeness, we got to the point.

The old monk didn't say much, and sat down quietly in the corner of the Autumn Pavilion.

In front of him was a large wooden chessboard.

On the opposite side of the chessboard lay a wooden fork, and a drape hung from the pavilion to the ground.

The second game of the three games of Washan chess has always been a game, and the wooden fork should be used to drop on the big chessboard, and the curtain looks very thick, what is it used for?

The old monk was ready to play the game and sent out an invitation with his actions.

The people outside the autumn pavilion were still very quiet, and no one walked towards the pavilion.

People are eager to get through the test of guò and climb to the top of Mount Wa.

You must know that the last game of chess on the top of the mountain is very likely to be presided over by Master Qishan himself, so even if you can't become a destined person who is selected by the master, it will be a great creation to be able to talk with the master.

The reason why no one walked towards the pavilion at this time was not because they did not want to make some attempts, but because the people in the black carriage had not yet spoken.

Even if they wanted to play chess with the old monk, they wouldn't be able to get ahead of that one (the fastest update).

The black carriage moved slowly again until it reached the stone steps of the Autumn Pavilion before stopping.

The old monk looked at the black carriage, and suddenly a strange color flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still as flat as water, and he said slowly, "I heard that by the Tiger Leaping Stream, the Daughter of Light used the ability of heaven to make my untalented junior brother return miserably. ”

Hearing this, Ning Que thought to himself that the Rotten Ke Temple was really extremely powerful, even if it was a reclusive elder who had cultivated to the point of stopping his heart, he would not admit defeat in this regard, and it must be a bitter battle later, so he couldn't help but feel slightly worried.

However, to his surprise, the old monk in the pavilion paused slightly, and then said slowly: "If you can calculate the heavenly secrets, why do you need to calculate the mysteries? Mr. Thirteen, you can take the Daughter of Light up the mountain by yourself." ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned, turned around and said a few words to the carriage.

I don't know what Sang Sang said in the car, he shook his head, then turned around and said: "I came to Washan to seek medical advice, naturally I have to abide by the rules of worshipping the mountain, and this game of chess still has to be played." ”

Hearing this, the cultivators beside the Qiu Pavilion were shocked, thinking that beside Jiayue Stream, you are so tough trying to break through the mountain, how can there be two words of rules in your eyes, but at this time, you have to obey the rules?

The monk who watched the sea was also puzzled, looking at Ning Que in a daze, and the abbot of the Rotten Ke Temple was even more dissatisfied.

Ning Que naturally knew people's reactions, but he couldn't help it, because Sang Sang said earlier that she wanted to play this game of chess, and even she thought about going to the top of the mountain later and playing a third game of chess with Master Qishan.

If it were in the past, Ning Que would definitely not pay attention to her thoughts, and directly let the black car leave Qiuting and go straight to the top of the mountain, but now it is different, he clearly knows the little girl's intentions, since the spirit can still hold on, then let's play, as long as she is happy, it doesn't matter whether this game of chess is won or lost.

The mountain is getting higher and higher, and the autumn wind is getting colder, he took out his academy winter clothes from the carriage, put Sangsang in it, walked into the autumn pavilion with half a hug, looked at the old monk, and said: "Her body is a little weak, don't be surprised by the master."

The old monk said: "The patient should be treated, why do you have to come to this game?"

Ning Que said: "Patients always have the right to eat two more pieces of candy, I can't help it." ”

The old monk laughed, the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly like the treetops dragged by the wind, and said: "I have cultivated pure and inaction in this life, but I can't completely get rid of the heart of winning and losing, in fact, I also want to play this game of chess." ”

Ning Que couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, thinking that this old monk was much more interesting than the old monk before.

The old monk looked at Sangsang, who was covered by a black robe, pointed to the thick curtain on the opposite side of the chessboard, and said, "Since you are a patient, where the wind blows, just go in and sit inside." ”

Ning Que heard this, and took Sangsang to the back of the curtains, only to find that these drapes were actually woven from thick cotton cloth, hanging from the pavilion to the ground, covering the surroundings, and there was not a trace of wind that could not leak out, and there was a very thick straw mat on the ground, as well as a cotton blanket, and there was a gap in front of the curtain, which was just enough to take in the big chessboard between the pavilions.

I didn't expect that the Rotten Ke Temple had such careful preparations, Ning Que no longer had to worry about Sangsang being blown by the wind, and he was very satisfied, but suddenly he thought of one more thing, and his mood couldn't help but tense suddenly.

The most fragile thing for a cultivator is the body, facing hundreds of feather arrows from ordinary people, even if it is a strong person in the Cave Xuan Realm, he can only be shot alive However, after all, a cultivator can perceive the vitality of heaven and earth, so compared to ordinary people, it is extremely difficult to get sick, such as wind and cold, I believe that at this time, these cultivators outside the Autumn Pavilion are not very afraid of the wind.

So who is this curtain in the Autumn Pavilion for?

Naturally, it's Sangsang.

Ning Que only understood at this time that the Rotten Ke Temple had been prepared for what happened today, and even determined that the person who broke the situation was Sangsang and not himself. If the former is because the academy has already sent letters to Master Qishan's house, then how can the latter explain it? Could it be that Master Qishan really has the ability to predict the future?

Just as he frowned and thought about this matter, the voice of the Southern Jin chess master sounded outside the curtain: "My eyes are not very good, can you take a closer look? ”

The old monk looked at the uninvited Southern Jin Dynasty man and asked indifferently, "Do you know chess?"

The Southern Jin chess master smiled slightly and said, "I understand a little." ”

The old monk seemed to be satisfied with his answer, and then asked, "Where is the dojo?"

The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master looked slightly awe-struck, and responded, "Family teacher Xu Xiang." ”

The old monk said: "It turned out to be Xu Xiang, how does your current chess strength compare with him?"

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty responded: "The master is old, and he can win in the game." ”

The old monk nodded and said, "Then I really know some chess." ”

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty was extremely proud of his chess skills, and he said that he understood a little before, but he was just reserved, but he didn't expect that this old monk really thought like this, and he couldn't help but be annoyed.

He has only served three people in his life, one is a court chess master who suddenly disappeared in the Yuelun Kingdom, and the other is the Dongming Master of the Rotten Ke Temple who is rumored to have passed away, and the one he admires and respects the most is his predecessor in the Southern Jin Dynasty, Yiran has become a legendary Master Song Qian. Except for these three people, the rest of the chess players were completely out of his eyes, because even if he found out that Sang Sang had the ability to calculate, he still wanted to accept her as a student.

The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master was not good, so he wanted to have a good theory with the old monk, but looking at the old monk's old face, he was heartbroken for no reason, and he completely forgot about the theory.

He confirmed that he had never seen the old monk.

But he always felt that the old monk's face was very familiar, as if he had seen it countless times somewhere.

The Southern Jin chess master thought hard, but he couldn't think of anything.

At this time, the second game of the three games of Washan chess officially began.

The old monk looked at the curtain and asked calmly, "Daughter of Light, what color do you want to choose?"

Sangsang's voice soon came from the curtain, without any hesitation, as if he didn't need to think about it.

"Black. ”

Listening to Sang Sang's answer, the old monk's body shook slightly, and his old face revealed extremely complicated feelings, looking at the thick curtain, he sighed, unspeakable regret.

In the curtain, Sang Sang also heard this sigh.

Walking into the Autumn Pavilion, looking at the old monk's kindness and kindness, she felt close, and at this time, listening to the regret in the other party's sigh, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and asked softly: "Can't you choose black chess?"

The old monk shook his head slowly, as if he was still a little unwilling, looked at the curtain and asked: "In the first game of Washan, the chess player can only choose white, and those who can pass the first game often have some kind of psychological hint, and they can always win by choosing white, but I don't know why the daughter of light chose without hesitation...... Black chess?" (Nuoqiu Nuoqiu fastest update)

Sangsang said: "Because black is the first and extremely advantageous, I chose black. ”

The old monk was a little surprised to hear this answer.

At this moment, the Southern Jin chess master finally found some pictures from many years ago from his memories. He looked at the old monk like a ghost, and said in a trembling voice: "When I was a child, I saw you in the dojo...... Portrait. ”

"You, you...... Aren't you dead!!!"