Chapter 13: Chess

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Khan, I spoke a big talk yesterday. Today I sincerely ask for recommendations and collections.

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I saw sandalwood lingering in the Zen room, and a Buddha's aura came to my face. When the two of them glanced at the sight, they suddenly realized that there was already a person in the room. An old man wearing rare gorgeous clothes and vicissitudes of expression and bright eyes staring at the chessboard in front of him as if he had not noticed anyone coming in, sitting there motionless.

Master Yin Kong followed him and smiled slowly, "Haha, this donor Zhou is my friend. Today I came to play chess. Don't be surprised by the two little donors."

Wei Qiao glanced at the old man's face and frowned slightly. He had always seen people very accurately, but he couldn't figure out the expression of this person. But then he was relieved. The person who could make friends with Master Yin Kong was probably an old monster.

The old man seemed to have just discovered someone coming in. He raised his head and his eyes were soft, but there was an invisible pressure covering the entire room.

The old man put down the chess piece and looked at Wei Qiao and Yi Yun with a smile. His eyes were left on Wei Qiao's face for two more seconds, and he said like a master, "Hehe, please sit down, two friends, don't be restrained."

Wei Qiao swept the chessboard and sat without hesitation where Master Yin Kong should have done. He reached out and picked up the black piece and put it down with a "bang".

The old man was obviously stunned by Wei Qiao's unceremonious voice. He then looked at the chessboard with a calm smile, reached out to pick up the white piece and put it down.

Yi Yun's pretty face showed a hint of weirdness, and she looked at Master Yin Kong, one south and one north, and sat next to the two of them.

Regarding Go, Wei Qiao used to practice reaction speed. As soon as the old man put it down, his black chess sounded and then fell down again. The old man stared at the chessboard, let out a light thrill, and the white chess fell down quickly.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

The two of them were as fast as they flew, and the chess pieces fell down. Yi Yun's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned at some point. At first, she could still understand it, but as the speed of the two of them accelerated, she could no longer see the way of the two of them.

Master Yin Kong's seemingly turbid eyes also shone brightly at this moment. He stared at the ever-changing chess moves in his eyes, and his wise light flashed.

Wei Qiao was calm and composed, but the time he had been pinching the chess piece with his fingers was getting longer and longer. The old man in the gorgeous costume changed his previous guidance mentality, frowned and stared at the chess game, and paused for a while from time to time.

Wei Qiao did not really want to fight the unidentified old man in front of him for life and death, so he made an occasional mistake, turning the dark and unobstructed chess game into tangled cotton candy, and the two began to tear up slowly.

The old man in the Chinese uniform did not see Wei Qiao relaxing water in the game. However, the old monk Yin Kong, who had always adhered to the chess and was silent, looked at Wei Qiao with a smile, but did not point it out. Yi Yun on the other side was still thinking hard about the way they had just now, and some dewdrops appeared on his fair forehead.

The old man in Chinese clothing looked at the chess game. Although he did not have an advantage, he was not completely inferior now. He breathed out, looked up at Wei Qiao, and smiled and said, "It is rare to have such chess skills at a young age."

Wei Qiao was not happy with the paternal tone of the old man in Chinese clothing, but he didn't show it on his face. He clamped his chess piece with his fingers and said lightly: "Chess quality is character, heroic and generous, lacking in detail." He learned the rules of Go from Wan'er, and his chess skills have made great progress after one's own understanding. The chess path seems even more strange and unpredictable today.

The smile on the face of the old man in the gorgeous clothes froze. He turned his head and looked at Master Yin Kong in surprise. Seeing Master Yin Kong shook his head and looked down at Wei Qiao, who looked leisurely at the chessboard, he smiled with a hint of embarrassment. As soon as the chess piece fell, he looked up at Wei Qiao and said, "At a young age, I understand a lot. Then tell me, what are the character of the three young men outside just now?"

As soon as Wei Qiao's chess piece fell, he looked up at the old man in a gorgeous uniform with a look of school test, and said indifferently: "Chu Bing, although he has no ink, he is also a true temperament. Chen Zhuo thought he was smart, but he was smart and could not go to the big table. Jiang You pretended to be a pig and a tiger, and a wolf in sheep's clothing."

The old man in China had a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he held the chess piece and said in surprise: "How did you see it?"

Wei Qiao sat upright, stretched his waist despite the eyes of everyone, and let out a deep breath. Looking at the curious eyes of the three of them, he looked down at the chessboard and said lightly: "Chu Jian has no talent, but he doesn't hide it. He knows who he is and what he should do, so he is true temperament. Chen Zhuo has a lot of thoughts and has too many desires, but he is not cunning enough. The poem just now was not written by him, he was a hypocrite. Jiang You, with a deep mind, knows patience, and hides his fangs. He didn't think about the poem just now. Whoever does it can see people from the poem or see people's poems."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. A poem about fighting against each other was so thorough and simple in Wei Qiao's eyes.

The old man in China looked at Master Yin Kong, and then his chest was slightly undulating. He looked at Wei Qiao and smiled: "What do you call this little friend?"

Wei Qiao looked at the chessboard that had been completely blurred, shook his head and said, "When we meet by chance, the winner is hard to tell."

The smile on the face of the old man in the gorgeous clothes froze again, his expression changed, as if he was crying or laughing, which was extremely strange.

Wei Qiao glanced at him, turned to Master Yin Kong and said, "Master, is there a game?"

Master Yin Kong shook his head with a kind face and smiled: "The donor has a strong chess chess, I am no match."

When the old man in China heard this, he widened his eyes and looked at Wei Qiao and said, "What, do you have any tricks to do?" The authorities were confused, and he had not turned around yet.

Master Yin Kong just laughed and didn't point it out. Wei Qiao smiled indifferently, stood up and hugged the three of them, and said, "No, there has never been a trick on the chessboard. Today is really annoying. I will definitely be a reply to the next day. It's too late today. I will say goodbye to the late one, and I will meet again next day."

After saying that, he nodded at Yin Kong and Yiyun with a smile, turned around and walked outside. Yiyun is now used to Wei Qiao's unusual behavior everywhere. She glanced at the obviously extraordinary old man in the gorgeous clothes, bent down at Master Yin Kong, and smiled and said, "That little woman has also said goodbye to Master."

Master Yin Kong looked at Wei Qiao's back and was slightly lost, and nodded quickly with a smile.

Yiyun was not fast or slow, but she quickly caught up with Wei Qiao. Wei Qiao looked at her and nodded with a smile.

As soon as I went out, I found Xiangling sitting under the window, holding her head and crying.

Wei Qiao's face changed, and he hurriedly walked over, pulled Xiangling's arm and said anxiously: "Xiangling, what's wrong? Did Chen Zhuo and the others bully you?" Wei Qiao was extremely upset now and actually threw Xiangling out alone. After suffering, the three of them must have vented their anger on Xiangling. However, seeing that she was neatly dressed, Wei Qiao also breathed a light sigh.

Xiangling buried her little head and just whimpered softly. From the sound, she could hear that the little girl was extremely sad.

Wei Qiao squatted opposite Xiangling and whispered, "Then tell the young master, who has bullied you, the young master will get you back."

Xiangling became more and more sad as she cried, and her little shoulders also thrust, obviously feeling very wronged.

Wei Qiao frowned tightly, stretched out his hands and held up the little girl's little head buried on her knees. He looked at her crying little face and said in a deep voice: "If you have anything to tell the young master, crying cannot solve the problem."

The little girl cried with a pale face, and her pear blossoms were raining. When she saw Wei Qiao's concern expression, she cried out with a "wow". She suddenly pounced on Wei Qiao's arms and cried loudly.

"Young Master, Young Master, I...I'm throwing your poem...Woo wow..."

When Wei Qiao heard this, he was a little amused and laughed. He patted her back and whispered: "You silly girl, I'll throw you away. When you go back, the young master will write you another one, which will be better than before."

When the little girl heard this, she cried even more sadly, and tears wet most of Wei Qiao's shoulders. Wei Qiao just smiled bitterly, patted her back, and comforted her in a low voice.
Chapter completed!