The autumn breeze was slightly cold, Ning Que's face was slightly cold, and when he woke up, he found that he had some problems with his mental state, because Sangsang's illness had been working hard and worrying for many days, and his feelings became a little anxious and even showed signs of rage.

In the autumn rain of the Red Lotus Temple, when he tore off the piece of flesh and blood from Longqing's neck, he had sensed that violent and terrifying state of mind, and knew that if he was really controlled by this kind of emotion, then he would definitely sink into the abyss and be difficult to recover.

As soon as he thought of this, he took a deep breath, let the moist breath in the cool autumn breeze moisten the slightly dry lung lobes, and Haoran Qi then stored up his whole body, forcibly suppressed the dangerous violent impulse in his state of mind, and decided not to cause more trouble for the time being until Master Qishan treated Sang.

As for the warning signs caused by that Buddha chariot in his heart, Ning Que thought to himself that after all, he had just entered the realm of knowing fate, maybe it was just an illusion caused by days of anxiety, or he hoped that it was just an illusion.

He lowered his arm, the sharp arrow cluster was no longer aimed at the Buddha, and then his hand pointed at the bowstring and slowly loosened, accompanied by a slight sound of microstructure, no longer as frightening as if it was about to collapse a cliff,

With this action, countless sighs of relief and exhalation sounded on the stone flat next to the mountain stream at the same time, and I didn't know how many cultivators had been barely controlling their breathing, and they were extremely nervous.

Ning Que looked at the slightly wet ground where the iron arrow was heading, and said, "As long as you don't stop me from going up the mountain to meet Master Qishan, in fact, I can show enough respect for the Hanging Temple or the Buddha Sect, even if it's fake." ”

Guanhai Monk smiled bitterly when he heard this, thinking that since he had finally resolved the deadlock, why did he have to say such a sentence, and comforted him: "Although the family teacher rarely sees guests, since he is out of the customs, how can he not see the thirteenth senior brother." ”

At this moment, the yellow-clothed old monk next to the stone table and chess table said sharply: "The truth is the rule, although you are the heir of the mantle of Senior Brother Qishan, you are not qualified to disobey the rules of my Washan." ”

The monk was speechless for a while, thinking that the rules were set by people after all. What is the identity of the thirteenth gentleman of the academy, and what is the identity of the daughter of light in the carriage, do they have to break three games in a row?"

The yellow-clothed old monk looked at Ning Que and said in a slightly cold voice: "The academy is really majestic, but an iron arrow can make my great master of the Buddha Sect retreat without a fight, but I said before that Ke Haoran was able to break through Washan with a steel sword on his waist, and I admit that he has the power to break the rules of my Washan." If you want to break the rules. I want to show it to me, an old fellow, but I want to see the people who have entered the academy today. Is he still as cold-blooded and ruthless as his predecessors, killing people without blinking!"

Ning Que confirmed that this reclusive old monk of the Rotten Ke Temple had old grievances with the little uncle, but he just looked at the old monk's cultivation as a realm. When the little uncle broke into Washan, there was no such person in his eyes, and he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking that it was really not a good thing that the elders of the master were too strong back then, and in the end, these old industries would fall on the children of future generations.

He plucked the bowstring lightly, clanged and cleared, silently thinking that he would eventually embark on the old path of his little uncle?

Just when Ning Que was a little embarrassed, Sang Sang was a little hesitant and a little unconfident, and his voice came out of the black carriage: "Young Master." Why don't you let me try?"

Ning Que knew that she was worried about herself, so she didn't want to conflict with the Buddha Sect again, so she smiled and said, "Where do you know how to play chess, besides, this kind of thing is too distracting and not good for your health." ”

Sang Sang's voice passed through the car window and sounded again: "Young Master." I know how to play chess, and I think it's a lot of fun, and I don't think it will drain my brain. ”

Listening to Sang Sang's words, Ning Que suddenly remembered the common scene of gambling in the Weicheng wine shop, as well as the earnest entrustment of the two senior brothers before leaving the academy. I can't help but feel a slight movement in my heart.

Then he laughed to himself, thinking that he was thinking too much.

The temple is famous for its way of chessboard. This legendary three games of chess are naturally extremely difficult, the previous Southern Jin Dynasty player pondered for a long time and did not fall, even if Sang Sang may have some ability in the chess path, where can he break the game?

He shook his head and said, "The autumn wind is through the bones, don't come out." ”

If it was usual, Sang Sang would not argue with him in front of outsiders, but today for some reason, she looked a little stubborn and said: "I'll just watch it in the car, please ask the mountain girl to help me set up the chess pieces." ”

Ning Que didn't know what had happened in the carriage before, listening to Sang Sang's name, from the mountain master to the bookworm and then to the mountain, he couldn't help but have suspicions, and since Sang Sang said this, he must have gotten Mo Shanshan's consent, so he really didn't know how to refuse this time, and said, "Then it's good to try." ”

Then he added: "If you feel tired, don't stop, we'll do it again." ”

Hearing this, the monk of Guanhai smiled bitterly, the abbot of the Rotten Ke Temple showed dissatisfaction, but he did not dare to make accusations, and the yellow-clothed old monk next to the stone table chess game sat back on the stone bench with an indifferent expression.

The horse's hooves sounded slightly, the wheels made of steel crushed the stone flat, and the black carriage left the stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream silently, and stopped not far from the stone table under the big green tree.

The stone table is carved with dozens of straight lines, which become a natural chessboard, and those lines are deep into the stone, but they appear extraordinarily smooth, which should be caused by the people who play chess from time to time.

The branches and leaves of the big green tree hide the autumn sunshine over the tile mountain, and there are more than 100 chess pieces on the chessboard, which are silent in the clear shadow of the tree wind, which seems to be scattered, but there is a different meaning hidden in it.

The white-haired Southern Jin Dynasty player had been frowning and thinking for a long time on the side of the stone table, holding a white chess piece in his hand, but he never fell, looking at the situation on the chessboard, he had not even stepped out of the first place.

If the way of playing chess goes to the depths, he naturally sits and wanders between the world, completely forgetting the things in the world, this Southern Jin chess master is thinking hard about how to crack this game of chess, and he doesn't know what happened next to the stream before, and he didn't even pay much attention to the arrival of Ning Que and the senior monks of the Hanging Temple.

Since the black carriage had arrived, there was naturally no seat for the Southern Jin Dynasty chess master next to the chess table, and a Southern Jin Dynasty official stepped forward to ask him to leave the stone bench. The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master felt that he had seen a glimmer of light, and was suddenly disturbed, and suddenly became furious, pointing at the official and scolding, grief and unwillingness.

The autumn wind lifted the curtain, Mo Shanshan, who was dressed in a white dress, stepped off the carriage, came to the stone table, and saluted the old monk in yellow as a junior, and then sat on the stone bench and said, "Can I play chess for Miss Sangsang?"

The old monk in yellow was silent and agreed to this request.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted in a corner. Revealing Sangsang's small face, she looked at the seemingly scattered chess pieces on the stone table, and her eyes gradually brightened.

The black carriage was sideways under the big green tree, and the window of the carriage where Sang Sang was facing the mountain stream, so the cultivators on the stone flat could not see her, only the old monk in yellow could see her.

Looking at Sangsang's slightly dark, but pale and haggard little face due to weakness, the yellow-clothed old monk was taken aback. I didn't expect the rumored Daughter of Light. It's such an ordinary little girl.

Previously, the yellow-clothed old monk had spoken badly to Ning Que a few times, and Sang Sang naturally didn't have a good impression of him, so his eyes didn't stay on the old monk's face for a moment. Just quietly looking at the stone table chessboard.

For some reason, Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she spoke cautiously. Cautiously asked in a low voice, "What's the jackpot in this game?"

When Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter, Ning Que knew that something would definitely go wrong, because in the past years, only when she looked at the silver, her eyes would be bright enough to be so bright. But he still didn't expect Sang Sang to ask such a question, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely exciting.

The bookworm didn't expect Sang Sang to ask if there was a lottery in this game, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

The most stunned is, of course, the old monk in yellow, who began to preside over the three games of Washan chess decades ago. He had seen a lot of players with incredible chess skills, but this was the first time he had heard someone ask what the jackpot was.

This is a chess game that condenses the wisdom of the monks of the Rotten Ke Temple, and this is a solemn test that needs to be accepted to meet the elders of Qishan, but in the eyes of this little girl, there is no difference between the gambling chess in those tattered gambling stalls!

The yellow-clothed old monk was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became infinitely angry, thinking that even if this little girl was the daughter of light in the Xiling Temple. How could he humiliate the Rotten Ke Temple like this, his face was like frost, and he didn't answer Sangsang's question at all.

Sang Sang looked at the expressions on the faces of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, and looked at the appearance of the old monk in yellow as if he was mourning, and knew that there was indeed something wrong with his question, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

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The cultivators all returned to the Great Green Tree. Excitedly preparing to watch this chess game, they naturally did not dare to get too close to the stone table chessboard. But they all have a realm in their bodies, and they can see the picture on the chessboard clearly.

Although they couldn't see the true face of the Lady of Light from their point of view, they were still very excited to be able to witness the Lady of Light's first move in the world today, even if it was a chess piece.

Naturally, not everyone in the field was interested in this chess game, at least the senior monk of the Hanging Temple in the Buddha Rim could not have gone to watch his little maid play chess after being humiliated by Ning Que just now.

The Buddha moved lightly, and Qu Ni Ma Di led the ascetics of the Moon Wheel Country, under the guidance of the abbot of the Lanke Temple, past the stone table, and headed towards the stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream.

Ning Que turned around and happened to meet the gaze of the Lu Chenjia.

Lu Chenjia's eyes were very calm, calm and somewhat abnormal, just like those remnants of snow in the wasteland meadows, about to die but still extremely cold.

Even Ning Que, who was accustomed to seeing life and death, was made by her eyes with a strong chill.

He stopped looking at her, looked at the Buddha, and said, "Stop." ”

Buddha stopped.

Ning Que asked, "Why can't I pass, but the master on the chakra can?"

Naturally, he asked the old monk in yellow next to the chessboard.

The yellow-clothed old monk frowned and said, "These guests are all fellow Buddhists, why can't they pass?"

"The disciples of the Buddha Sect can pass, why can't I? Princess Chenjia believed in Buddhism when she was a child, but then she entered the Heavenly Oracle Academy to cultivate and worship Haotian, which is also your fellow Buddhist?"

Ning Que turned to look at the yellow-clothed old monk and said, "You said earlier that the rules are alive, is that what you mean? I have never heard such shameless rules in my life, and the academy does not accept this rule. ”

Then he continued: The rules must be followed, then everyone should abide by them together, I will ignore the monks in your Langke Temple, but as long as it is a person from another temple, whether it is the White Pagoda Temple or the Hanging Temple, we can't cross it until we cross the bridge. ”

There was a dead silence again.

Qu Ni Ma Di looked at Ning Que resentfully, Ning Que didn't seem to see it, just looked at the Buddha.

Although he no longer tried to risk killing the Hanging Temple monk, he was still vigilant that instead of letting the other party go up the mountain first, it was better to let the other party stay in his field of vision so that he could deal with it.

The monk figure in the curtain waved his hand, and the Buddha descended.

Ning Que frowned slightly.

At this moment, the shocked shout of the Southern Jin chess master suddenly sounded next to the stone table.

There is a very complicated emotion in this shout, surprise, anger, and then regret.

It's like when the master saw a certain country cook in the mountains and wilderness of Yanbei that he dared to bring out the bear's paw to the guests to eat in only three hours, and it was like Ning Que saw his companion on the shore of Sobi Lake that he actually used three knives to cut off the head of a horse thief, and the flesh and blood of the cut were blurred, and there was no way to exchange military merits for silver.

"How can you end up here! You little girl can't play chess!"

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(I'm sorry, it's hard to write, and finally I wrote it again, I forgot the time, and I was late, for the sake of such a wordy chapter title, forgive me.) There will definitely be a third chapter, but I don't dare to say the time, I'll see you later. ）