Chapter 232: Eight Days of Chess

In the middle of the moon, Junshan was slowly swallowed by darkness, only the head of the beggar gang was still lit up in front of the helm, illuminating the surroundings as if it were day, and the pavilion with the scent of wood was in the center of the firelight. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Fan, who was dressed in white, sat down facing the helmsman of the beggar gang, felt the dense qi behind him, couldn't help but chuckle, closed his eyes and waited slowly, until he sat opposite him with the sound of footsteps, and then he opened his eyes again and looked at yesterday's opponent - Sunflower Ancestor.

After the beggar disciples brought by the Sunflower Ancestor respectfully saluted Yang Fan, they left immediately, not wanting to stay longer for a moment.

Sunflower Ancestor was wearing a red robe, without the slightest injury on his body, without the slightest feeling of being a prisoner, but like a noble son who went out to admire the moon overnight, just because Zhenyuan was forbidden, he involuntarily exuded a slight sense of weakness, coupled with that smooth throat, white and flawless chin... etc., all of which make people can't help but feel like a tomboy.

Looking at the Sunflower Ancestor exuding a peerless style in front of him, Yang Fan didn't have the slightest nonsense, directly stretched out his hand to signal, and then picked up the sunspot in front of him and put it on the chessboard between the two.

"Tian Yuan?!"

Looking at the only chess piece on the chessboard, Sunflower Ancestor couldn't help but be stunned, and then he didn't say anything, picked up the white piece in front of him and played it.

In this way, the two of them played Go in the gazebo, and the increasingly solemn atmosphere around them was nothing.

Time passed little by little, Yang Fan and Sunflower Ancestor were still playing Go unhurriedly, and a few hours passed, and when the sky was bright, the two stopped.

At this time, several beggars came over and took Sunflower Ancestor away, and Yang Fan also left, leaving only the chess game in the pavilion that had not ended.

At the same time, the atmosphere between the surrounding heaven and earth changed, and the originally silent surroundings began to resound with the sound of insects, exuding a trace of vitality.

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The next day.

It is located in a house in the southeast of Junshan Mountain.

Dongfang Bai, who was dressed in a blue brocade robe, returned to this foothold without attracting anyone's attention after watching the chess game between Yang Fan and Sunflower Ancestor. Came directly to a heavily guarded compound.

The courtyard is filled with a variety of flowers, and the fragrance of flowers is like coming to the land of flowers.

Dongfang Bai walked into the country of flowers under the respectful eyes of the guards outside the courtyard, and came directly to Mu Nianci, who was admiring the flowers. He smiled and asked, "How is it, are you still used to living?"

Mu Nianci, who was looking at the peony in front of him, came back to his senses, glanced at Dongfang Bai, and then sniffed the fragrance of the flowers and said, "You transplanted these flowers here for me, what else can I say?"

"It's good to like it. "Dongfang Bai is a casual way. I didn't care about the deep meaning of Mu Nianci's words at all.

After that, both of them stopped talking, but looked at the peonies and other flowers in front of them.

After a while, it was Dongfang Bai who broke the silence between the two, and said with a hint of sigh: "It won't be long before you can leave." ”

Mu Nianci was shocked when she heard this, but she didn't say anything, but a complicated color flashed in her eyes, like joy, hesitation, happiness, and worry, all kinds of emotions were only clear to her.

A moment later. Dongfang Bai asked Mu Nianci curiously, "Aren't you curious about what price Yang Fan paid to let me return you?"

Mu Nianci was still silent, but her expression moved slightly, it was impossible not to be curious, and it wasn't that she didn't want to know this, but now that she was in the hands of the other party, all she could do was not to continue to cause trouble to her 'son', so she could only remain silent in the face of such a time.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Dongfang Bai's eyes flashed, and he continued to probe tentatively: "Speaking of which, even I have to admire, your son is really filial." In order to get you back, he is willing to hand over to me even the enemies he caught only when he was seriously injured, which is really commendable. “

Mu Nianci was still silent, as smart as she had discovered some of Dongfang Bai's intentions these days. It's just that she knows that in front of this person who is not inferior to Huang Rong's sister, no matter what she does or says, it is a snake, so what she can do is to be silent.

"Could it really be that I guessed wrong?" Dongfang Bai couldn't help frowning when he looked at the silent Mu Nianci, and then regained his composure, "No, I definitely didn't guess wrong." Yang Fan must have a big secret hidden in his body, maybe it is related to the great changes in the world, but unfortunately, he let Mu Nianci go this time, and next time he thinks about being so close to this secret, he doesn't know when it will be. ”

In this way, both of them looked at the sea of flowers in front of them and were stunned, and they never opened their mouths again until they separated.

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In the next three days, during the day, Yang Fan instructed Mu Jianping and others on their martial arts from time to time, or took a few people to tour up and down on the king, and then with Xiao Feng and Huang Yaoshi... and others to exchange martial arts, and in the evening, they will come to the pavilion and continue to play Go silently with Sunflower Ancestor.

Coupled with the first day, a total of four days have passed, Yang Fan and Sunflower Ancestor still haven't finished a game of chess, and there are still two unfinished chess games left in the pavilion.

In these three days, there are also a lot of martial arts people have come to visit this pavilion, people with low martial arts are fine, people with higher martial arts are injured after watching the chess game, and some of the top masters who came are vomiting blood and seriously injured, and no longer dare to come to watch the chess game, only those first-class players who understand the bits and pieces linger here.

With the passage of time, there are not only fewer people in the martial arts on Jun Mountain, but more and more, and the beggar gang also took this opportunity to start building on Jun Mountain and building a city, which also attracted many martial arts people to settle here.

If you want to say that the most lively place is the gazebo in front of the beggar gang's helm, and it is the unfinished chess game that attracts everyone.

The reason for this phenomenon is that the chess games played by Yang Fan and Sunflower Ancestor all contain their own martial arts, and each chess piece contains the martial arts will of the two of them.

As for the reason why there are different viewers, it is that people with low strength can't understand it, and naturally they won't get hurt, while people with high strength are seriously injured by the martial arts will left by Yang Fan and the others in the chess game because they see it too clearly, and they don't dare to watch it anymore.

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Four days have passed in an instant, and Yang Fan and Sunflower Ancestor have been playing this game of chess for eight days, and it is still not over, but now few people have gone back to watch the chess game, because at this time, even the top masters can't understand it, and those who can understand it don't dare to watch it at all.

It's just that with the passage of time, the atmosphere in front of the helm of the beggar gang has become more and more solemn, especially around the pavilion, it is even more dead, especially at night, even more so, except for the sound of Yang Fan and the two playing chess, there is no other sound sounded.

All of them felt a sense of storm coming. (To be continued.) )