To Huai Xiaoyu's surprise, Mr. Wen and the old viewer did not express any opinions, and they didn't seem to think that Song Yuchen's choice of Yingwu was an unwise thing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yongting said with emotion: "It seems that in a few years, there will be another Meng Changming in this Taihu Yingwu." ”

The old viewer thinks so.

The two old men didn't know that in fact, the young descendant sitting opposite them at the moment was actually Meng Changming, who had ascended to the heavenly realm in the past.

He, Meng Changming, is back again!

By this time, the two sides had almost filled the 289 squares on the chessboard, but they still had not decided the winner.

Song Yuchen said: "The younger generation once played chess with an old man, and the chessboard used was two more than the seventeen ways we use now. ”

Wen Yongting looked at the chessboard and fell into contemplation for a while, "Since ancient times, this chess game is seventeen, and I have never heard of nineteen poor roads, and seventeen roads are already intricate, even if there is one more, I am afraid that there will be at least ten or twenty more variations, if it is two..." I thought I was good at the game before I lost the poor road, but I didn't expect to meet a strong opponent like Song Gongzi today, and even the endgame that didn't have the upper hand at all could be pulled back, and I just heard Gongzi say that there are masters in this world who are proficient in the nineteen paths, haha, it seems that if you hear someone call the poor road what Yasheng in the future, then the poor road will be ashamed to see people. ”

However, Poor Dao still wants to play a nineteen-way chess game, and even more wants to see the master in Song Gongzi's mouth. Wen Yongting added with a smile.

He was not a person who was greedy for fame and fortune, otherwise he would not have resigned from the official position of prime minister above 10,000 people under one person, and escaped into the lonely mountains.

Song Yuchen gently dropped the last son and said with a smile: "That old-timer has a very strange temper, he has never seen outsiders, and it is a coincidence that the younger generation can get acquainted with him, but the younger generation thinks that Mr. Wen will definitely have the opportunity to meet and get acquainted with him in the future." ”

Song Yuchen still had a sentence in his stomach that didn't come out, "If Old Mr. Wen can successfully ascend to the Heavenly Realm." ”

About the founder of ancient chess, there is such a legend in the folk, it is said that it was created by Emperor Yao in the era of the three emperors in ancient times, and then passed on to the world.

When he was in the Heavenly Realm, Song Yuchen met an old man who refused to tell him his name by chance, and he played nineteen chess games.

He Meng Changming himself has a lot of research on qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, so when he met this strange old man, Meng Changming tried to play against him, but found that he was powerless.

There should have been ten games in total, without winning a game, of course, the last game was reluctantly tied by him, and the premise that he was able to draw with the old man was that the old man let him have five sons.

Nowadays, some national players have proposed that the level of chess strength in ancient chess is based on letting one son be the first level, that is to say, if one side concedes five sons to the other side first, but can still barely win, then he will be one level higher than the opponent.

And the old man gave him five sons......

Wen Yongting felt more and more that the young man in front of him was not simple, and there were many places on his body that he couldn't see through.

Suddenly, except for the weak rain in Xiao Yuan, the three of them frowned slightly.

There was an almost imperceptible sound from outside the temple.

Wen Yongting pinched the last chess piece and gently placed it on the last vacant seat, and the two sides were deadlocked, and each drew the game.

Song Yuchen smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Wen, those old friends of yours seem to have come to you. It seems that today is not able to separate the winner from Mr. Wen. ”

Wen Yongting smiled slightly, glanced at Huai Xiaoyu, and said with a smile: "It seems that Song Gongzi also deceived our old master before." ”

Song Yuchen smiled wryly, noncommittal.

Although there is the sound of the piano in the small garden, the sound outside the door is getting clearer and clearer, the old master Liu Hao has long disappeared, while Song Yuchen and Wen Yongting are still sitting on the stone bench and have no intention of moving.

Huai Xiaoyu obviously heard the movement, but seeing that Mr. Wen and the guy were sitting there still, she had to play hard, but probably because her mood was disturbed, the sound of the piano inadvertently had some more flaws.

The end of the song.

Song Yuchen stood up and threw down a sentence lukewarmly: "It's really bad." ”

Then he didn't pay attention to Huai Xiaoyu, who was so angry, that he turned around and was about to walk out of Xiaoyuan.

Mr. Wen glanced at each of the two young men, and his eyes were very soft.

When he was about to get out of the arch of Xiaoyuan, Song Yuchen suddenly turned around and said, "Stay here and don't come out." ”

There was no negotiating tone in his tone.

Huai Xiaoyu looked at the back that was gradually moving away, "This guy actually ordered me just now..."

However, by the time she reacted, the person had long since disappeared from view.

She really listened to his words and stayed in the small garden without moving, as for how many officers and soldiers arrested her outside the door, she didn't care at all.

At this time, outside the Taoist temple, there were at least 100 officers and soldiers who surrounded the entire Taoist temple, and there were even people in the distance holding bows and arrows, cooperating with the officers and soldiers who were close to them.

The one who led the troops was none other than the butler in the prefect's mansion.

It's just puzzling that he only received twenty boards in the morning, how could he still bring troops to this place.

It seems that most of the boards of this yamen can't exert any strength to beat their own people.

Although he didn't fight solidly, Steward Jin, who only knew how to fur in martial arts, still felt that his ass was a little painful, and what was worse was that he came on a horse all the way, and there was nothing wrong, but the road was bumpy and bumpy, but it was like eating a solid one.

Steward Jin hated that in his heart at the moment, he couldn't wait to immediately send someone to rush into the Taoist temple and pull out those two guys.

After finding out, first beat them up with twenty boards, and then catch them back to the yamen to torture them.

But what is infuriating is that the five guys who claimed to be from Xianyang ordered them not to act rashly, but to surround the entire Taoist temple first.

The five guys dressed in black, each sitting on a tall horse, pointing fingers on the side, made Steward Jin look very unpleasant.

Just now, one of these five guys was so mad that he asked him to shoot arrows and set fire directly into the Taoist temple.

Of course, Steward Jin wouldn't really be stupid enough to do that, the fact that His Majesty the Emperor respects Taoism is known to the world, although some time ago there was a bold lonely Taoist priest who assassinated the Holy Driver, which made many people discuss and speculate in private, and the Taoist family is afraid that it will fall out of favor. But until now, there has been no news that His Majesty the Emperor wants to deal with the Taoists, who dares to eat the bear's heart and leopard gall and burn down a Taoist hall without permission?

The golden butler who also borrowed a suit of armor from the yamen secretly glanced at the guy holding the silver spear, and felt a little apprehensive.

Because he refused to obey their "order" to set fire to the gym, the guy with a silver spear pointed a sharp spear directly at his head, and said coldly that if he did not give the order to set fire, he would shoot him in the head.

Steward Jin was almost frightened at that time, and just when he was in a dilemma, a white-haired old Taoist priest suddenly flew out of the Taoist hall, standing on the roof of the Taoist temple.

Strange to say, the old Taoist priest didn't say anything, and the guy with the silver spear no longer forced him to set fire to the arrows, but retreated to his original place, standing side by side with the other four black-clothed men.

Steward Jin said aloud his intentions, which was nothing more than asking the old Taoist priest not to interfere, and he would definitely not hurt the Taoist temple and the disciples in the Taoist temple.

What made Steward Jin feel very faceless was that the other party seemed to ignore him completely.

It didn't take long.

There was a "creak" and the door opened.

Steward Jin raised his arm, ready to give an order at any time, let the officers and soldiers rush up and take down the two thieves.

What came out of it was an old Taoist priest wearing a different Taoist robe, and a scholar in Tsing Yi.

Steward Jin was stunned at the time, isn't that scholar Song Yuchen, a talented son of the Song family, not living in Qifeng Tower today, how did he come here so well? And what about the female thief who seriously injured the prefect's son, didn't the informant report say that she escaped here?

Among the five black-clothed people, Liu Fengyuan, who had bandages on his shoulders, suddenly squinted, and his voice spread coldly through the crowd, "Wen Yongting, this time the old man wants to see if you can escape like in the morning." ”

As soon as the words fell, in the crowd, a sword was unsheathed, and the door of the Taoist temple suddenly became murderous.