"Young man, have you seen any clues?"

The old man holding the red chess piece said to Fenglang with a smile on his face...

Fenglang had been immersed in the chess game and had never watched the chess carefully. Now, when he looked around, he found that these two old men, with high crowns and high uniforms, were both like immortals.

Even though I have traveled many worlds, Fenglang has never seen similar clothing before, and I can't help but feel very surprised.

"It seems to have some insight, but there are too many changes here, but I really can't see clearly!"

Fenglang pondered for a while and said, "This is the chess player who takes the initiative to ask questions, so naturally he doesn't have to be restricted by watching chess without saying anything, not to mention that what he said does not involve the content of chess at all.

"Young man, would you like to try it?"

The old man holding the red chess piece said with a smile, and his words were quite encouraging.

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's disturbing your Qingxing!"

Fenglang was a little eager to try it out, but when he heard the old man Zhihongqi's words, he couldn't help but hesitate and said.

"We have long understood the changes in this chess path. At worst, we can recover later. Just give it a try, why refuse!"

It seemed that he could see the meaning of the wind and waves, and the old man who ran the red chess insisted.

"Okay, I'll try it. If there is something crude, I hope you don't laugh at me!"

Fenglang is a free and easy person, and he immediately walked up to him when he heard this.

As we walked closer, the wind and waves discovered that the old man holding black chess face looked blue and had a strand of blue beard, while the old man holding red chess was tall and thin, with a pale complexion, and even his beard was white. It seemed that he was a long time.

"Young man, look at your good qualifications, leave your name here!"

As he spoke, the old man in green face took out a booklet and a pen, and said to Fenglang with a smile on his face, and his unpredictable and profound eyes were revealed in the corner of his eyes, but unfortunately Fenglang did not pay attention.

Fenglang opened the booklet and saw that it was densely packed with people's names. There were hundreds of people.

"What is this book for?"

Fenglang wrote down his name while holding the pen in his hand, and said to the old man in blue face.

"Oh, this is the name of the person who participated in the game, but no one has ever won. I wonder how I am?"

The old man with a green face said with a smile, and involuntarily showed a arrogant look on his face.

When Fenglang heard this, he was aroused of a strong sense of competitiveness. He was self-conceived that he was good at chess. He was very interested in seeing such a chess game.

"What do you guys call me?"

It is rare to meet such a scholar. Fenglang intends to get to know each other, so he asked.

"I am Mr. Qingming, this is Mr. Bodhi!"

The old man in green face said as he picked up his green beard, his tone seemed to be getting gentler.

"It's indeed a scholar!"

Fenglang secretly exclaimed that even the name sounds so extraordinary.

"Storm, now you have the right to choose, you can hold red or black!"

The old man Qingming pointed to the chess game and said. Fenglang noticed that his expression was actually very nervous at this moment.

"Isn't it just a game, is it necessary to be so serious?"

Fenglang was secretly amused in his heart, but he looked very calm. He chose black chess casually.

In fact, based on the superficial situation, the red chess really has the advantage. If you choose to run red, you might get a big advantage.

However, Fenglang has always paid attention to keeping his strength and is always unwilling to show his strength too much, so he chose black chess.

Since Fenglang chose black chess, it means that he will fight against the old man Bodhi.

Seeing the choice of wind and waves, the disappointed expression on the old man Qingming's face was beyond words, but the old man Bodhi was inevitably happy.

Fenglang saw that these two old men were really a pair of chess fans. Judging from their situation, it might be that they had fought too much, so they wanted to change their opponents to compete.

When Fenglang sat opposite the old man Bodhi and started playing chess, he immediately immersed his entire mind and all his mind in the chess.

"Hehe, I'm the first!"

As he spoke, Old Bodhi was not polite and immediately began to attack and kill frantically.

For a moment, the old man Bodhi saw two cars driving the way, circling with his horse, waiting for the two cannons to move, and soon attacked the Black camp.

The wind and waves were lying down, and I saw that the bells were rising in the camp, and the side was attacked.

Fortunately, Fenglang is not an ordinary person. He was there to carefully judge the situation and guard the camp of his place tightly.

At first glance, the storm situation can be said to be full of murderous intent, but the old man Bodhi thought for a long time, but he always felt like a tiger had nowhere to eat the sky.

Unfortunately, the arrow was on the string and he had to fire it. Old Bodhi had to stand up the soldier in the middle and abandon one first.

If you want to capture it, you must first go with it. The old man Bodhi saw it very clearly, at least, he thought he could see it very clearly.

Fenglang was not polite at all. Since the soldier in the middle came to die, he would swallow the old man Bodhi's soldier with a snap.

When the old man Bodhi saw it, he thought to himself, what a young man, he is indeed young and energetic, and he is so unacceptable that he does not take the victory or defeat seriously.

After doing nothing, the old man Bodhi's red horse immediately circled up, revealing a buzzing murderous intent.

If you go back and forth, the two sides will continue to exchange their strength, and then the warriors from both sides will continue to fall.

Old Bodhi never took the storm seriously, so he attacked and killed without any worries. When Zili was replaced one after another, he was immediately stunned.

It turned out that the Bodhi Old Man, who had always thought he had taken advantage of it, was not until the end of his power and the situation gradually became clear. He sighed in surprise that he did not take advantage of it, but instead suffered a little loss.

Until this moment, the old man Bodhi looked at Fenglang and then gasped deeply. It turned out that Fenglang, who had always had a gentle smile on his face, was actually a master of chess skills, not an ordinary person.

Fenglang is a person who likes to play chess, and he has also gained the samadhi of chess skills. Although this chess is a leisure pleasure, he has always taken it seriously and has never been willing to play. If he can win, he will never be ambiguity.

Both sides reached the stage of fighting chess. Even the old man Bodhi had already seen the power of the storm and had gained a strong sense of energy.

But the momentum of the wind and waves had already risen completely. There would be a slight concession there, and the remaining power of his son began to fight violently in the old man Bodhi's camp.

Although Bodhi was very careful, Fenglang's killing method was so fierce that it was simply unpredictable.

After a while, the remaining power of the wind and waves was completely surrounded by soldiers and surrounded the nine palaces of Bodhi.

Old Man Bodhi looked at the chess game in front of him and felt that there was murderous intent everywhere, and there was an unsolvable situation in front of him.

"well!"

The old man Bodhi was stunned for a while, and finally sighed and bowed his head to admit defeat. For a moment, his expression seemed extremely desolate.

Even though Fenglang won, he didn't have much joy in his heart when he saw the expression of Bodhi.

Even if Fenglang couldn't bear to see the old man Bodhi, he would still win without ambiguity. This is how he is.

If you lose chess, there are technical reasons, psychological reasons, greed for attacks and recklessness, there are fears, there are reasons for not taking your opponent seriously, there are reasons for being too high, there are reasons for being too high, and so on, there are many things.

But if you lose, you lose. There is no reason, and there is no need to find any excuses. This has always been the case with the wind and waves.

In fact, not only is the case with chess, but life is not the same. Being a person in the world is like a game of chess, with both losses and losses. When you lose, you should take it lightly. When you win, you don’t have to be complacent. After all, in life, you cannot always win, nor can you always lose.

Right and wrong, success and failure, win or loss, gain or loss, sometimes it really depends on how you look at it and how you calculate it.

When he saw that Bodhi lost the chess, Old Man Qingming almost didn't make a sound. He held it in a long time and only then did he come forward and point fingers at the chess game. While showing off his skills, he was making fun of Bodhi.

Fenglang couldn't help but shake his head. It was really inappropriate for the old man Qingming to say such things, but this was a matter between the two old men, so he was inconvenient to interrupt.

The old man Bodhi lost the game and was originally annoyed. When the old man Qingming lost the game, he was sarcastic and sarcastic, which was like adding fuel to the fire, which made him feel extremely depressed.

But no matter how depressed the old man Bodhi was, he had no choice but to lose the game. Even if he could make the lotus, he could not change this reality at all. Life is like chess, and every move is forever. He lost in a very aggrieved manner and could only say nothing.

"Switch yours, change yours, I think you're going to be?"

After being teased by the old man Qingming for a long time, Bodhi, the old man recovered and said angrily to the old man Qingming.

"Hehe, if it were me, I would never lose as bad as you!"

Old Man Qingming said proudly, it seems that he and Old Man Bodhi are born with a pair of enemies, and often quarreling together, so of course they are already used to it.

Fenglang even thought that in such years, these two old men must be very lonely playing chess together. It is really hard to pass on except talking together. These countless lonely years.

The old man Qingming really had a memory of the chess game. He waved his hand, and then the chess game immediately appeared on the chess board, exactly the same as when the storm came.

"Now it's time for you to go first. Come and attack me. Don't be polite, let me see your skills!"

Old Man Qingming said with disdain, his face showed his madness and said with a finger.

Even during the chess process, Fenglang could not stand such a face. What's more, during the chess match, he had a further understanding of the changes in the chess game, so he immediately started to attack without hesitation.

"Young people are young people. Haven't you heard that the principle that strong soldiers will destroy the strong wood will easily break!"

Seeing Fenglang's drastic attacks and killing, Old Man Qingming couldn't help but smile. He had been watching this chess game for a long time and thought he was much more familiar with Fenglang.

Fenglang and the old man Qingming's attack were much more sharp and fierce than the attack and killing of the old man Bodhi just now.

For a moment, the powers of both sides were killed one after another. The attack and defense were so wonderful that it was dazzling.

Unfortunately, only Fenglang and these two old men were present, and there were no other audience members. No one watched this wonderful chess game.

Old Man Qingming has always thought he was self-deceptive, so he always had a smile on his face, and deep in the corner of his eyes, there was still a deep disdain.

Even though Fenglang once defeated Old Man Bodhi, this Old Man Qingming did not take it as a warning at all. Instead, his expression seemed to be many times more arrogant than Old Man Bodhi.

Because of the old man Qingming's arrogance and Fenglang's attack and killing, it was really very sharp. Coupled with Fenglang's chess power, he was already slightly better than the old man Qingming.

One is to be low-key and introverted, deliberately trying to win, and the other is to be arrogant and arrogant, thinking that he can win. The game has not started, but it is actually over.

Old Man Qingming, who was in the fierce battle, suddenly became stiff as if he had been strangled by someone. On his forehead, sweat was involuntarily spreading, all of which were cold sweat.


Chapter completed!