Nightfall

> Walk out of the monastery, get on the black carriage, and walk towards the mountains for a moment, then you will see an ancient pavilion in the cliff forest. 《》

This pavilion does not kill alone in the autumn breeze, because it is too tall, it is full of ordinary three-story buildings, and the giant beams are eaves, standing imposingly among the red and yellow leaves. It looks very imposing.

The second game of Washan's three games is in this pavilion.

The sea monk led everyone to Qiuting and stopped. Because the chaotic situation before Hu Yuejian was cancelled, there were still many practitioners in the field, but no one dared to speak loudly.

The Buddha stopped more than ten feet away from Qiuting. The first of the hanging temple of the hanging temple in Gombri remained silent, but secretly he did not know how many eyes were secretly looking at him.

Ning Que said next to Jian Jian that if he and Sang Sang hadn't been with each other, then no one else would be able to live with it. The monk in Xuankong Temple actually seemed to act accordingly.

I don't know if it's because of this, Qu Ni Madi under the Buddha's eyes, looking at the black carriage more and more resentful, but Lu Chenjia's expression is still so indifferent.

There is an old monk in the autumn pavilion, presumably by him presiding over the second game.

The old monk wore a monk's clothes made of plain cloth, and his face was deeply wrinkled. The dense circles turned down like autumn branches hanging from the fruit. It seemed to be much older than the old yellow monk next to Hu Yuejian.

The old monk in the pavilion first saluted the distant Buddha.

Faintly seeing the figure of the senior monk in the Buddhist shrine leaning forward slightly, it seems to be returning solemnly.

The old monk looked at the black carriage under the pavilion again and said, "The daughter of the light and Mr. Thirteen of the Academy descended on Washan, and the old pavilion of the old temple is honored."

Ning Que did not know the identity and seniority of the old monk.

The old monk again said: "Aunt Yuelun Guoqu and Mr. Jiang Gecheng are all bookworms and flower addicts. His Royal Highness Prince Jin Jin has also come to visit. Washan has not had such a grand scene for many years, which is very emotional.

The old monk said with emotion, but his voice was indifferent. It's just like naming, reporting these big men who came to Washan, how can there be any feeling of emotion, it must be said that honour is just a polite.

After the polite setting, we entered the topic.

The old monk did not say much, and sat quietly in the corner of Qiuting.

In front of him was a huge wooden chess board.

A wooden fork lay on the opposite side of the chessboard, and another curtain hung from the pavilion to the ground.

The second game of Washan's three games has always been a game. It should be used to place pieces on the big chess board. The curtain looks extremely thick, but what is it used for?

The old monk is ready to play, and sends out an invitation with a move.

People outside Qiuting are still very quiet. No one walked into the pavilion.

People all want to be able to pass the test of the game and climb to the top of Washan Mountain.

To know the last game of the top of the mountain, it is very likely that the master Qishan personally presided over. So even if you can't be a selected person selected by the master, you can talk to the master for a round, which is also a great fortune.

The reason why no one walked into the pavilion at this time was not because they did not want to make some attempts, but because the man in the black carriage had not spoken yet.

Even if they want to play chess with the old monk, it is impossible for them to grab ahead of that one.

The black carriage moved slowly and stopped until it reached the stone stairs of Qiuting.

The old monk looked at the black carriage, and suddenly there was a splendid flash in his eyes, but his voice was still bland. Slowly said: "I heard that by the side of the Tiger Leaping Stream, the daughter of the light, with the power of heaven, made my unskilled brother go home in disastrous defeat, and wanted to make a remarkable achievement on the chessboard."

Listening to this, Ning Quexin wanted to rotten the Ke Temple, and the chess style was really strong. Even if it was a retired elder who practiced to the heart, he would not admit defeat in this respect. It must be a hard battle later. I can't help worrying.

However, to his surprise, the old monk in the pavilion said after a slight pause, "It can be counted as a heavenly machine, so why should it be counted?" Mr. Thirteen, you can take the bright daughter up the mountain by yourself. "

Ning Que was slightly startled. He said back to the carriage.

Not knowing what Sang Sang said in the car, he shook his head. Then he turned and said, "I came to Washan to seek medical advice and medicine. Naturally, I have to abide by the rules of Baishan, and I still have to play this game."

Listening to these words, the practitioners next to Qiuting were shocked. They thought that beside Huyuejian, you were so hard trying to break into the mountains. What is the word in your eyes, but you have to follow the rules at this time?

The monk watching the sea was also puzzled, staring at Ning Que, and the abbot of Lanke Temple was even more dissatisfied. How did the truth be so sincere and respectful, what do you think of my Buddha Sect?

Ning Que naturally understood people's reactions, but he couldn't help it, because previously Sang Sang said that she wanted to play this game, and even she wanted to go to the top of the mountain later, and to play a third game with Master Qishan. .

If it were changed to the past, Ning Que would definitely ignore her idea and let the black car leave Qiuting directly to the top of the mountain, but now it is different. He clearly knows the mind of the little girl, since the spirit can still hold, then go down She is happy that it doesn't matter whether the game loses or wins.

The mountain was getting higher and the autumn wind was getting colder. He took out his college winter clothes from the carriage, put Sang Sang in, half embraced and walked into the autumn pavilion. Damn it. "

The old monk said: "The patient should be cured, why bother to get this round?"

Ning Que said: "The patient always has the right to eat two more pieces of candy. I can't help it."

The old monk laughed, and the wrinkles on his face quivered like a forest tip swayed by the wind. He said: "I am pure and inactive in my life, but I can't completely get rid of the victory and defeat. Board game. "

Ning Que listened to this and couldn't help laughing, thinking that the old monk was more interesting than the old monk.

The old monk looked at Sang Sang, whose head and face were covered by a black gown, and pointed to the thick drape opposite the chessboard. He said, "Since it is a patient, where is the wind blowing, and sitting inside is."

Ning Que heard that after taking Sang Sang to the drapes, they discovered that the drapes were woven from thick cotton cloth and hung from the pavilion to the ground to cover the surroundings. Even a trace of wind could not leak out. There is an extremely thick straw mat, a cotton blanket, and a gap in front of the drape, which just gives a panoramic view of the large chessboard in the pavilion.

I did not expect the Lanke Temple to be so carefully prepared. Ning Que no longer had to worry about Sang Sang being blown by the wind, and was very satisfied, but suddenly he thought of another thing, and his mood suddenly felt tight.

The most vulnerable part of the practitioner is the body. Facing the hundreds of feathers and arrows of ordinary people, even the strongest of Dongxuan Realm can only be shot alive, but after all, the practitioner can perceive the vitality of heaven and earth. So compared with ordinary people. It is extremely difficult to get sick, such as wind and cold. I believe these practitioners outside Qiuting at this time. Not very afraid of the wind.

So for whom is the curtain in the autumn pavilion prepared?

Naturally Sang Sang.

Ning Que realized at this time that the Lanke Temple had already prepared for what happened today. Even determined that the person who broke the game was Sang Sang instead of himself. If the former is because the letters from the college have been sent to Master Qishan, how can the latter explain? Could it be said that Master Qishan really has the power of an unknown prophet?

Just as he frowned and thought about the matter, the Nanjin chess player's voice rang outside the curtain: "My eyes are not good, can I get a closer look? Or to judge you."

The old monk looked at the uninvited Nanjin and asked indifferently, "Do you know chess?"

The Nanjin chess master smiled slightly and said, "Slightly understand."

The old monk seemed satisfied with his answer and asked again: "Where do you follow the dojo?"

The Nanjin chess master looked slightly stern, and said: "The teacher Xu Jun."

The old monk said: "It turned out to be Xu Jian. How do you compare with your chess skills now?"

The Nanjin chess master replied: "My teacher is old and I will try my best to win."

The old monk nodded and said, "That's really some chess."

Nanjin chess masters are extremely proud of their chess skills. They said a little before, but they are just words of restraint, but they did not expect that the old monk really thought so. I couldn't help being annoyed.

In his life, he only served three people on the chessboard. One was a court chess player who suddenly disappeared in the Lunuo Kingdom, and one was the master of Dongke Ming, who was rumored to have passed away, and he admired himself most. The predecessors in Nan Jin have become legendary masters of Song Qian. Except this three people. The rest of the chess players were completely out of his eyes, so even if they found out that Sang Sang had the power of heaven. He still wanted to accept her as a student.

The poor qualities of the chess masters in Nanjin made him want to have a good theory with the old monk, but looking at the old monk's old face, he was stunned for no reason and he forgot the theory.

He confirmed that he had never seen the old monk.

But he always felt that the old monk's face was familiar, and he seemed to have seen it countless times.

The Nanjin chess master thought hard but couldn't remember it.

At this moment, the second game of Washan's three games officially began.

Looking at the curtain, the old monk asked calmly, "What kind of color do you want to choose?"

Sang Sang's voice was quickly heard from the curtain, without any hesitation, as if no thought was needed.

"black."

Listening to Sang Sang's answer, the old monk's body shook slightly, and extremely complex emotions appeared on the old face. Looking at the thick curtain, he sighed, unable to express regret.

In the curtain, Sang Sang also heard this sigh.

Walking into Qiuting, watching the old monk's kindness ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She felt a sense of closeness. At this time, listening to the regret in the sigh of the other party, she felt a little uneasy and asked softly, "Can't choose black chess ?"

The old monk shook his head slowly, still seeming unwilling, looking at the curtain and asking: "In the first game of Washan, the chess player can only choose white, and those who can pass the first game often have some kind of psychological hint. You can win all the time, but you do n’t know the daughter of light, why did you choose ... black chess without hesitation? "

Sang Sang said: "Because Black moves first and is extremely dominant, I chose Black."

The monk was surprised to hear this answer.

It was at this time that Nanjin chess master finally found some pictures from many years ago in his memory. He looked at the old monk like a ghost and said with a tremble: "I was in the dojo when I was a kid, I have seen your ... portrait."

"You, you ... are Master Dong Ming! Are you dead!"

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(This is Chapter 3, Chapter 4 is written before three o'clock.).