The monk waved his hand and smiled: "Come slowly, who is the first among us?"

The middle-aged scribe was stunned and said, "This ...... But let the master decide. The monk smiled and said, "Well, let's use the old method I used when I fought with your master Qiao!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed a ten-pound chess piece, and said with a smile: "This convex surface is bright and bright, just like the bald head of the old man, and the flat side is cold and stinky and hard, just like the face of the head of Qiao." The middle-aged scribe suppressed his anger and said coldly: "The master is a monk, please leave some virtue." ”

The monk laughed and threw the chess piece, and the edge of the chess piece hit the ground and spun like a spinning top. The monk smiled and said, "When the chess pieces stop, the convex surface is the monk's first move, and the plane is the foot." The middle-aged scribe stared at the constantly rotating stone chess pieces, thinking about the gambling battle today, a son and a half are all about victory or defeat, and it is even more important who is the first to move. After a while, I saw that the chess piece was turning and failing. Fu Jingnian saw it clearly, and saw that it was convex and flat, and couldn't help but smile and said: "This scribe is not good." ”

The middle-aged scribe's expression also changed, and he waved his palm suddenly, and a strong force swept the chess piece, and the giant chess accelerated suddenly, and turned a few times, and it was convex and flat. The monk smiled and said, "Good guy, are you more confused?" The big sleeves fluttered, and he also slapped a palm, and the chess pieces were blown by his palm, and they suddenly reversed. The middle-aged scribe was willing to rest, and he punched again. For a while, the two of them competed for the lead, palms and fists, and the chess piece was stirred up and reversed, whirring and turning, and the light and shadow of the bright moon above their heads changed, which was very good-looking.

In a hurry, I suddenly heard the little monk with a round head and a round brain laughing, suddenly jumped on the bluestone chessboard, and said with a smile: "Fun! Fun!" Both of them were surprised, and they stopped at the same time.

The chess piece lost its strength and was held by the little monk, and the momentum suddenly declined. The little monk was very surprised, scratched his head and said, "Why don't you turn around." "Throwing it away, the chess pieces fall, but the plane is facing up. The great monk hurriedly shouted, "Good baby, come down quickly." ”

When the little monk heard this, he ran down the stone sash and shouted, "Master, I'm hungry." ”

The monk smacked heavily on his little bald head, and said angrily: "You know how to eat? Why don't you just make a convex side up? Come on, brother, count yourself first. ”

The middle-aged scribe heard that he suddenly called himself his brother regardless of his seniority, and when he was stunned, he heard him recognize his first move, and a smile suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. But I heard the monk say again: "Speaking of which, if you change the head of Qiao, no matter whether it is a baby or a woman on the chessboard, you will only take advantage of the fire to rob, and you will never be restrained." ”

The middle-aged also knew that what the master had done in his early years was very unbearable, and he secretly screamed ashamed, and suddenly grabbed a black spot in front of him and threw it at the chessboard, and when he landed, it was like the sound of gold and stone, shaking the leaves and falling down.

The monk smiled, waved his hand, and a chess piece was fast and urgent, and the volley landed next to the black chess, but he didn't hear the slightest sound, and when he looked at it, the chess piece was deeply sunk into the stone slab, as if it was cast on it.

The middle-aged scribe's heart sank, and he understood that when he dared to be the first, the opponent left room for all, and did not exert all his strength, so he was silent for a while, and sighed: "The peerless supernatural powers of the predecessors are breathtaking! If it weren't for the last life of the ancestors, the younger generations would have admitted defeat in front of them." He waved his sleeve and threw another son, and the sound was still extremely crisp, like a collision of gold and stone.

I saw that the monk threw another piece, Fu Jingnian looked closely, but saw that the chess pieces were not as straight as the middle-aged scribe, but from top to bottom, rotating and landing, so the monk threw it very quickly, but when it fell on the chessboard, the strength had been exhausted, and it was completely silent.

For a time, the middle-aged scribe was black, the monk was white, and the two King Kong masters Xuan Su were double-introduced, unevenly divided by two points, splitting the ground and controlling the troops, and the formation was like a goose, so silent and shocking for more than 30 years.

The little monk didn't know how to play chess, he didn't know how to win or lose, he looked at it for a while, but he felt hungry, a pair of big bony eyes looked around, and his bitter little face was as pale as frost beating eggplant.

The moment has passed, and the game is slowly changing. The two have been fighting for a long time, and the situation on the table is gradually becoming clearer, and the monk's chess strength is vigorous, like a dragon running, like a tiger, forming a trend of fighting up and down, trapping the middle-aged scribe and a big dragon in it. The middle-aged scribe suffered from this predicament, and couldn't help but frown his forehead and fell into a long exam. The monk had the upper hand, and said with a smug smile: "Brother, do you still have a method?" According to the old man, you still have to surrender and admit defeat, and there is no need to abolish your martial arts, if you lose, how about kowtowing to the old man, a living person, three times......

The middle-aged scribe knew that he deliberately made a speech to disturb his thoughts, so he immediately ignored it, condensed his mind, lowered his eyebrows and pondered, without waiting for the monk to finish speaking, picked up a giant son, waved his hand and threw it, "dang" sounded, fell on the chessboard, and said lightly: "The victory is not divided, the master is quick to speak, it's too early." ”

The monk looked at the chess table for a while, and also picked up a giant piece, but he did not fall, shook his head and said: "A good son to solve the double signs, a good son to pull the heavens." "It turns out that there is a move of "Zhenshentou" in Go. At that time, Li Wuyan, a great player of the Great Qin, was edicted to play against the Northern Wei scholars who came from the east, and the Northern Wei scholars were known as the first in the Great Wei chess power. Li Wuyan was proud of himself at the beginning, seeing that this person came from the wilderness of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he didn't care, he didn't want the Northern Wei Dynasty scholars to be extraordinary, and the two of them played to thirty-two hands, and the Northern Wei Dynasty scholars actually became a double chess campaign. He was full of ambition and looked at Li Wuyan with his hands in his hands, seeing how he could deal with it. But a big hand is a big hand, Li Wuyan was in this crisis, he remained silent, thought for a moment, and suddenly made a slight move, and one son solved the double campaign, and actually broke the chess momentum of the Northern Wei Guoshi. Li Wuyan's son turned things around, which is really a unique trick in ancient and modern times, so he is called "the son of heaven". The middle-aged scribe got his will, a son fell into the table, the chess board extended in all directions, the mountains collapsed and the sea collapsed, and the monk's victory was broken.

The monk muttered for a long time, and then said: "Brother, your martial arts can't beat your master, but your chess strength is more than enough to beat him." The middle-aged scribe stroked his sideburns and said indifferently: "Don't dare, the younger generation knows that his martial arts are shallow, and he can't compete with the 'Donkey Kong Divine Power' of the predecessors, so he can only work the chess game." ”

The monk gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Fighting wits is not strength, the wise man does it." ”

After that, he left a son.

The middle-aged scribe has the victory at this moment, and he just needs to see how to win chicly and neatly. Pondering for a moment, his hand raised, the sunspot flew out with a swish, this son is a nirvana, once it falls, the big dragon above the white son is slaughtered, and the monk has to abandon the son to admit it. Unexpectedly, the sunspot was still in the air, and a son in the monk's hand had already flown out, and the latter came first, just hitting the sunspot. The thunder was like a sound, and the sunspot fell to the side, suddenly in the wrong direction. In this way, the white dragon not only grows out, but also fills a black piece in the upper right corner.

The middle-aged scribe changed color and said in a deep voice: "What does the master mean?" The monk shook his bald head and said with a smile: "The elder brother is a wise man, and he can't fight wits but not strength, and the monk is a fool, he can't fight wit, but only strength." Hehe, if you have the ability, you might as well come and bump into me!"

The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but be speechless. Up to now, the chess game has been exhausted, and any one of the two can lock the world, but the victory or defeat is no longer on the chess skills, but on the level of martial arts. The middle-aged scribe had no choice but to stiffen his head and throw the chess pieces, and the white chess pieces came out again, and the two chess pieces collided, the stone chips splashed, and the two pieces were torn apart. The monk clapped his hands and smiled: "Yes, it is interesting to play chess like this!"

Fu Jingnian was full of interest in the canopy, although his Go attainments were not high, but he could also see that this chess had reached a critical juncture. For a while, I saw the chess pieces flying in the air, more and more rapid, and then the sunspot hit the white child, the sound was like a thunderbolt, and the sound of the empty valley was heard, but the white child was not damaged, but the black child was all shattered, turned into a cloud of light smoke, permeated in the moonlight, and lasted for a long time.

Fu Jingnian saw that the monk was understated, and threw it in his hand at will, but the middle-aged scribe was tense and pale, and it seemed that he had to use all his strength for each son. Fu Jingnian had already seen the superiority of it, and knew that if he went on like this, the middle-aged scribe would only have one way to admit defeat.

ps: The second update is delivered, asking for tickets and rewards.

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