Bei Ming Xiu was not very interested in watching others play, and according to his temperament, even if he felt that man was different, he would not stop to observe this masked man who might have seen such a face in his life.

He was willing to join in the fun, not only because of the familiarity that suddenly flashed in his heart, but most importantly, because of the state of the Cold Sword.

When his gaze fell on the masked man, the sword intent of the Cold Shadow Sword slowed down slightly, as if he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, but he didn't know whether he should come forward to say hello.

The spirituality of the Coldly Immortal Sword has long been fully cultivated, and in time there will definitely be a sword spirit born, and it is not surprising that it has its own reaction, but if it reacts to someone it has never known, it is absolutely impossible.

Bei Mingxiu walked to the side of the chess game and stopped to watch.

Before he went to Wu'an Sword Peak, he was a complete layman in chess, and almost all of his understanding was obtained from the occasional games played by his father and mother when he was a child, but at that time, his father and mother seemed to just let five chess pieces be connected together to determine the winner, which was not as dazzling as the game on the stone table now.

However, even if he had seen Long Yao crushing Shang Yunjian in the chess game on Wu'an Sword Peak, and listened to some of Long Yao's opinions on chess, he was still a layman.

The masked man's black pearl-like eyes stared at the chessboard, and after a few moments, he picked up a white chess piece from the side and landed it gently.

Bei Mingxiu couldn't see the vertical and horizontal killings on the chessboard, but he could still see that the white son who appeared in the masked man was almost led by the nose by the sunspot, and the landing point of his son was in a net that the sunspot had already laid out.

The people watching the game on the sidelines were already surprised, they were all people who would play chess and watch chess here when they had nothing to do, of course, they knew the masked man's cultivation on the chess path, but his hand was almost giving away the hard work he had laid out before, and they were already confused in their hearts.

However, the Northern Meditation Cultivator has a different view.

He doesn't know chess, but he didn't come to see chess, he came here just to see people.

He saw very clearly that although the masked man was at a disadvantage, his movements were still unhurried, and after he fell, he calmly glanced at the situation in the field and no longer made any moves.

Bei Ming Xiu blurted out: "Good chess!"

Then he seemed to realize that it was extremely impolite to speak while others were playing chess, and quickly shut up and apologized softly.

Bei Mingxiu is a Zhang Sheng's face here, but almost everyone in Zhongzhou City already knows his highly recognizable face, and many people watching the chess recognize Bei Mingxiu at once, of course, they won't worry too much about this young man who has given the Heavenly Dao Alliance a lot of face.

There are also some old men who don't usually go out much and don't like the behavior of Bei Ming Cultivation, but seeing that this young man apologized and silenced and had a good attitude, he nodded silently in his heart and didn't think too much.

As the saying goes, watching chess is not a true gentleman, and the two who play chess have nothing to do with this saying.

The old man opposite the masked man stroked his beard and laughed, "Little brother is right, but this is a good move." ”

After saying that, he dropped a black seed, and the masked man quickly dropped a second white seed after he landed.

After this son, the speed of the two of them was much faster than before, but every time they fell, the old man's eyebrows were a little deeper, and he no longer had the heroism when he spoke before. Although the masked man couldn't see his expression, he saw that there was no sweat in his hands, and he knew that his heart was calm like water, far calmer than the old man.

After more than a dozen back and forth, everyone watching the chess suddenly became enlightened.

The masked man's previous white son seemed to be a sheep into the tiger's mouth, but in fact it was a sharp knife inserted into the net laid by the old man.

The old man struggled, but he could neither swallow the prey that had been in his pocket, nor pull out the sharp knife, and finally had to accept the reality.

As soon as the net was broken, his layout on the entire chessboard collapsed, and the situation was completely reversed at once, and no matter how much he played with it, he couldn't change it.

After barely holding on for a few more rounds, the old man had no choice but to throw in the towel.

"For the seventh time. Looking at the chess game on the table, the old man said half helplessly, half admiringly, "My Uncle Wang has been on the chessboard for more than ten years, and it is the first time that he has been defeated by a junior so many times in a row. ”

The masked man nodded slightly, and although his voice was separated by a layer of fabric, it was still extremely clear: "The younger generation is just a fluke." ”

"Is there a fluke, is there a fluke seven times?" Uncle Wang scolded with a smile, "Come again, I must win you once today!"

The masked man shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, the juniors have spent too much time on their minds today, and it's really difficult to continue." ”

He got up, looked at Bei Mingxiu, and asked, "I wonder if Gongzi Zhou can ask Uncle Wang for advice on my behalf?"

A trace of excitement flashed in Uncle Wang's eyes, and without waiting for Bei Mingxiu to speak, he already smiled and said: "Yes, you can actually see the mystery of Xiao Qiu's son, the chess strength must not be low, and it must be my Uncle Wang's opponent!"

Bei Ming Xiu smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I don't know anything about chess in the game, and my previous views are just blind." ”

Of course Uncle Wang wouldn't believe this, he just pulled Bei Mingxiu for a game, and after a while, he was helplessly sure that Bei Mingxiu was indeed a stinky chess basket.

Although the Northern Meditation Cultivator's fall was very organized and the layout was also very clear, he didn't seem to understand the rules at all, and it was just easy for him to disrupt his layout, and he quickly killed the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

"I'm sure you don't know anything about chess now. ”

Uncle Wang left this sentence with some disappointment, put the chess pieces on the chessboard back into the chessboard, and walked away, without taking the chessboard and chessboard with him.

This is the unwritten rule at their table, if you want to play chess, you can play it at any time, but the last two people to leave have to put away the chessboard and chess pieces and put them out early every morning.

It was still early in the morning, and Uncle Wang was unable to fight with the masked man again, and was disturbed by the Northern Meditation Cultivator, so it was better to go home and rest and hand over the chessboard to the others.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled a little embarrassedly, leaving the chessboard to the others, and soon two old men took their place.

The masked man on the side smiled: "I didn't expect Zhou Han and Zhou Gongzi to be a stinky chess basket." ”

Beiming Xiu originally came to the masked man, and the masked man took the initiative to talk to him, of course he couldn't ask for it, and said with a smile: "I don't know anything, and I can't get on the stage." ”

As he spoke, he kept staring into the masked man's eyes, hoping to see something from them, or rather hoping to see something from them.

The masked man's words remained the same: "With all due respect, Gongzi Zhou, although it can be seen from your chess path that you do know very little about chess, your layout is quite exquisite, if you put in some effort, you may really be able to win Uncle Wang." ”

He arched his hand, with a clear smile in his words: "I haven't introduced myself yet, in Qiu Huayu, Zhou Gongzi should have heard of my name." ”

Bei Ming Xiu was stunned and nodded slightly.

Yes, the name he had heard.

Qiu Huayu, the only son of Qiu Fengchun, the deputy leader of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, is rumored to have been weak and sick since he was a child, and he has not embarked on the path of cultivation, and his face is even more difficult to see because of his illness, so he has to cover his face tightly, which is in line with the condition of the masked man in front of him.

Bei Ming Xiu had an urge to see Qiu Huayu's face.

From the outside, he couldn't see anything from Qiu Huayu at all, and he couldn't ask directly, only by really looking at his face could he confirm it.

But if the rumors are true, Qiu Huayu covered his face because of his disfigurement, and he was revealing other people's scars, which was too rude.

Qiu Huayu said with a smile: "I'm ashamed, I can't practice, I only have some talent in chess, and I don't want to waste time at home, so I came here to learn and communicate with the elderly." ”

"If Zhou Gongzi is willing to work hard, his chess strength will definitely not be weak...... Qiu Huayu said with a smile, "I will talk nonsense, Zhou Gongzi, see you next time." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said goodbye to Qiu Huayu, and then left.

Although he left, the doubts in his heart were still not solved.

Once that conjecture appeared in his sea of consciousness, it could no longer be dissipated.

He glanced at the jade pendant around his neck, and he no longer knew whether he wanted this conjecture to be true or false.

Blood is thicker than water, and he really can't let go.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have walked out of Plains Village at all, and he wouldn't have tried to tie up with the Heavenly Dao Alliance, and what would have happened later.

He never regretted his decision.

So now, he has also made a decision that he will not regret.