Chapter Nine: The Taoist in the Wine Flower Field Drunken Moon (7)
The two came to Zhou Zitong's room with a chessboard and chess pieces, lit the candle and sat down, Zhou Zitong said seriously: "Virtuous nephew is not allowed to bully me, you must go all out." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Nangong Yu nodded yes. After three rounds, it was already the third watch, and Nangong Yu was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the table. Zhou Zitong was still tirelessly studying the chess game, and after taking a step, he woke up Nangong Yu. Nangong Yu glanced at it sleepily, and after a while, she turned her head and continued to sleep. Zhou Zitong watched for another hour. After a whole night, Zhou Zitong lost five games in a row. In the end, he was also tired, and rolled over to bed and fell asleep.
In the morning, Nangong Yu got up from the table and was tired of going out to work. When he pushed open the door, he saw that Pang Mingyang was already mopping the floor, Nangong Yuqi said, "Senior brother, I should be on duty today." Pang Mingyang said with a smile: "The master has instructed you to accompany your uncle to play chess, and we will help you do the work these days." Nangong Yu said: "No, I can do it myself." Pang Mingyang said: "Uncle Shi rarely comes, you can accompany him to the old man's house, don't worry about anything else, go and rest." After Nangong Yu thanked him, he went back to the house to sleep.
After five days like this, Zhou Zitong not only lost all the jade flute green plum wine he won, but also went into the eighteen altars on credit, and the whole person looked haggard. Nangong Yu was also a lot haggard. At noon on this day, Zhou Zitong lost another game, shook his head and said: "No, no, you can't do it." Yao Guangzi, who was watching chess, laughed and said: "The bull's nose is soft, it's really rare." Nangong Yu was relieved and said, "Thank you Uncle for agreeing." Zhou Zidao: "You kid tell me honestly, have you been playing chess since elementary school?, otherwise, why is the chess strength so old and spicy, there is no weakness to be found, and I feel that it is not much better than Qin Yu." Nangong Yu said: "The juniors dare to compare with Qin Yu's family, but the juniors did often play chess before. Zhou Zitong stared at him and said, "What is your name again?" Nangong Yu said: "Junior Nangong Yu." Zhou Zitong muttered and repeated his name, his long eyebrows suddenly raised, and said: "I heard that there is a person surnamed Nangong among the four sons of the capital, and some people say that he is good at chess and plays against Yan Song in public, could it be you?"
Nangong Yuben didn't want to mention the affairs of the capital, because there were too many memories of him there, and many of them didn't want to be evoked, but now he had to admit: "It's the junior." Zhou Zitong breathed a long sigh of relief and said with relief: "I said, a chess player with such chess strength is by no means unknown, it turns out that the virtuous nephew is already a famous chess player, and there is no shame in losing to you." Then you and Qin Yu are in the same capital, you should know each other. Nangong Yu said: "Yes, she is my good friend." Zhou Zitong and Yao Guangzi glanced at each other in surprise, Zhou Zitong patted his thigh and said: "Why didn't you say it earlier, you actually made a fool of yourself, you and Qin Yu are friends, and you don't have to challenge you so persistently, because you can't win at all." Nangong Yu said modestly. Yao Guangzi asked curiously: "Yu'er, have you ever played against Qin Yu, who loses and who wins?" Nangong Yu said: "The master is too much to promote me, of course, Qin Yu has won a lot, and the disciple has only won one game by luck." Zhou Zidao: "Life is in the world, it is not in vain to be able to win a game against Qin Yu, and Poor Dao doesn't even have any hope of winning, hey, he used to boast of his good chess skills, but it was these young people who let Poor Dao see the truth, and it turned out to be just a frog at the bottom of the well." In the future, there will only be two uniques of 'wine sword', and 'chess' will never dare to be called again. "It's a bit frustrating.
Yao Guangzi said: "Zitong don't be discouraged, your chess skills are still among the few in the rivers and lakes." Qin Yu has been immersed in chess since childhood, and we can't compare. Yu'er is friends with her, and she is almost everywhere, and your 'chess must' can't be taken off. Zhou Zitong sighed: "Brother Dao comforted me." I'm afraid that I can't pay back the eighteen jars of wine I owe you, so I'll find another way to compensate for it. Yao Guangzi smiled: "What a friendship between you and me, how good is the wine, you can eat as long as you live, you can take a few jars away, as you said, poor Dao only loves wine, and eating wine is average." Zhou Zitong smiled bitterly: "That's it, I've been bothering you for many days, I'd better continue to wander." Yao Guangzi smiled and said, "Yu'er, go and fill your uncle's wine gourd, and then take two jars of wine for your uncle to take away." ”
Zhou Zitong said with a smile: "Don't worry, the poor road has delayed the virtuous nephew's practice for many days, so you have to teach something to make up for it." Seeing Nangong Yu's ignorant face, Yao Guangzi smiled and said, "Silly boy, your uncle wants to pass on your skills, and he still doesn't kneel down to apprentice." Nangong Yu was surprised and delighted, and wanted to kneel. Zhou Zitong only used three fingers to support his body, and said: "Poor Dao just thanked you for playing chess with me, but I didn't dare to accept you as an apprentice." Your master's skills are enough for you to learn for a lifetime. Yao Guangzi smiled: "What I'm curious about is that the martial arts of your Wudang faction are not kept secret, what other skills do you have to teach Yu'er?" Zhou Zitong smiled: "Brother Dao, you are really cunning enough, don't you just want me to pass on that set of 'Flower Field Drunken Moon Steps' to Yu'er." Yao Guangzi smiled: "It seems that you only have this set of footwork." Zhou Zitong said with a smile: "I originally planned to pass on this set of footwork to Yu'er, and his 'Seven Clever Spirit Fingers' combined with the 'Flower Field Drunken Moon Step' will be like a tiger's wings." Come on, it's not too early, and it's better to hurry after teaching the poor way. Yao Guangzi got up and avoided: "Yu'er, study hard, this set of footwork will make you use it for life." ”
After Yao Guangzi left, Zhou Zi channeled: "This set of 'Flower Field Drunken Moon Steps' is a martial art created by walking in the flower field when Poor Dao was drunk once, and it is not inferior to any martial arts. I'll only teach you once, take a look. Saying that, he stood in the open space with a backflip, and the golden rooster leaned to the side independently, holding his head with one hand, and raising the wine gourd with the other hand, and pouring wine into his mouth. His body was inclined like a slope, swaying slightly, but he didn't fall, as if an invisible thread was pulling him.
Zhou Zitong drank "Good wine!" and tossed the wine jug high and turned it into a black dot in the sky. His man suddenly dragged a long series of phantoms and sped around the clearing. Nangong Yu had never seen such a fast speed, nor had he seen so many phantoms, there were more than a dozen. The long phantom ran round by circle on the field, Nangong Yu couldn't find out how many laps he had run, and was surprised to find that Li Zitong couldn't stop changing his footwork when he was running, there were positive lines, reverse lines, side walks, and the directions under his feet were all different, every time he passed in front of him, he brought a strong wind, and the sand and stones flew on the ground, and suddenly the phantom flew up, changed several body styles in the air, and reached out to take the falling wine gourd. When it lands, it is still a golden rooster and independent, lying on its back. A pour of sake fell into his mouth, and if it weren't for the dust and smoke around him, he really had the illusion that he had never moved.