Nightfall Chapter 65: Sangsangluo’s chess with raw bear paws and **** first level.

Jiansheng’s autumn wind is slightly cold, Ning Que’s face is slightly cool, and he woke up and found that his mental state was a little problematic, because Sangsang’s illness had been suffering for many days, and his mood became a little anxious and even showed signs of violent .

In the autumn rain of Honglian Temple, when he tore off the flesh and blood from Longqing’s neck, he once felt the violent and terrifying mood, knowing that if he is really controlled by this emotion, then he will fall into the abyss. Come back.

On this thought, he took a deep breath, let the moist breath in the cool autumn breeze nourish the slightly dry lung leaves, Haoran Qi then accumulated the whole body, suppressed the dangerous violent impulse in his mind forcibly, and decided to Before Master Qishan treats Sang, he shouldn't cause trouble for the time being.

As for the warning signs that Fang Buxuan caused in his heart, Ning Que thought that he had just entered the realm of life-knowing after all. Maybe it was just an illusion caused by days of anxiety, or he hoped it was just an illusion.

He lowered his arm, the sharp arrow cluster no longer faced the Buddha's wing, and then his hand accusing the bowstring to loosen slowly, accompanied by a slight micro-structure movement, no longer as frightening as a cliff collapsed. ,

With this action, countless sighs and exhalations of relief sounded on the stone flat beside the mountain stream at the same time. I didn't know how many practitioners had been reluctantly controlling their breathing, and they were extremely nervous.

Ning Que looked at the damp ground where Iron Arrow was pointing, and said, “As long as I don’t stop me from going up the mountain to see Master Qishan, in fact, I can show sufficient respect for the Xuankong Temple or the Buddha Sect, even if it is false. Of."

The sea monk smiled bitterly when he heard the words, thinking that since the deadlock was finally resolved, why bother to say such a sentence, comfortingly said: "Although the teacher said that it is very rare to see guests, since he has left the customs, how can he not see the thirteen brothers? Reason."

At this moment, the yellow-clothed old monk beside the stone table chessboard said sharply: "The truth is the rule. Although you are the descendant of Brother Qishan, you are not qualified to disobey my Washan. Rules."

The monk Guanhai was speechless for a while, thinking that the rules are determined by people after all. What is the identity of Mr. Thirteen in the Academy, and what is the identity of the Lady of Light in the carriage, do they have to break three games in a row? "

The old monk in yellow clothes looked at Ning Que's voice and said with a cold voice: "The academy is indeed so majestic, but an iron arrow can make me retreat without a fight, but I said earlier, Ke Haoran was able to climb Washan with a steel sword at his waist. I admit that he has the power to break my Washan rules. If you want to break this rule, you have to show it to me, an old guy. Let’s see, today’s academy’s entry into the world. Is he still as cold-blooded and ruthless as his predecessors, killing people without blinking!"

Ning Que confirmed that the reclusive old monk of Lanke Temple had old grudges with the little teacher, but only to see the realm of the old monk's cultivation. There was no such person in the eyes of the young master when he rushed to Washan, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling, thinking that it was not a good thing for the elders of the teacher to be too strong. In the end, these old karma will fall on the children of future generations.

He lightly plucked the bowstring, clankly mingled, silently thinking that he would eventually embark on the old road of the little uncle?

Just when Ning Que was a little embarrassed, Sangsang hesitated, and some unconfident voice came from the black carriage: "Master. Or let me try?"

Ning Que knew that she was worried about herself, so she didn't want to get into conflict with Buddhism again, smiled, and said: "Where can you play chess? It is too exhausting and bad for your health."

Sangsang’s voice passed through the car window and sounded again: "Master. I can play chess, and I think playing chess is a very interesting thing, and I don’t think it will exhaust my brain."

Listening to Sangsang's words, Ning Que suddenly remembered the common scenes of gambling in the Weicheng liquor store, and the ardent exhortations of the two seniors before leaving the college. Can't help but move slightly.

Immediately he laughed at himself, thinking that he was thinking too much.

Lanke Temple is famous for its chessboard approach. The legendary three games of chess are naturally extremely difficult. The previous Southern Jin national player did not make a move after contemplating for a long time. Even though Sangsang may have some ability in chess, how can he break the game?

He shook his head and said, "Autumn wind is piercing, don't come out."

If it were the usual, Sangsang would not argue with him in front of outsiders, but today, for some reason, she looked a little stubborn and said: "I'll just watch it in the cart, please help me set the chess piece."

Ning Que didn’t know what had happened in the carriage before. Listening to Sangsang’s name, he changed from a mountain lord to a bookworm to a mountain, and he couldn’t help guessing, and since Sangsang said so, He must have gotten Mo Shanshan's consent, so he really didn't know how to refuse this time, and said: "Then try it."

Then he added: "If you feel tired, don't let it go, let's go through it again."

Listening to these words, the sea monk smiled bitterly, the abbot of Lanke Temple showed dissatisfaction, but did not dare to criticize, the old monk in yellow clothes beside the stone table chess board sat back on the stone bench with an indifferent expression on.

The horse's hoof hummed, and the steel wheels were crushing the stone flat, and the black carriage left the stone bridge on the Tiger Leap River silently, and stopped not far from the stone table under the big green tree.

The stone table is engraved with dozens of straight lines horizontally and vertically, and it becomes a natural chessboard. Those lines are deep into the stone, but they appear extra smooth. It should be caused by the people who play chess.

The branches and leaves of the big green tree cover the autumn sunshine above Washan Mountain. There are more than a hundred chess pieces on the chessboard. They are silent in the wind and clear shadow of the tree. They seem to be scattered, but there is something different in it. mean.

The white-haired Southern Jin national player has been frowning and thinking for a long time on the side of the stone table, holding a white chess piece in his hand, but it has not fallen. Looking at the chessboard situation, he has not yet made the first move.

If the game of chess goes deep, you will naturally sit and wander among the terraces and meadows, forgetting the world’s affairs. This Nanjin chess master struggled to crack this piece of chess, and didn’t know what happened before. What happened, even the arrival of Ning Que and the high monks of Xuankong Temple did not pay much attention.

Since the black carriage has arrived, there is naturally no seat for the Nanjin chess master beside the chessboard. A Nanjin official stepped forward and asked him to leave the stone bench. This Southern Jin chess master felt that he saw a glimmer of light, and was suddenly disturbed. He was furious and screamed at the official in grief.

The autumn breeze lifted the curtain, and Mo Shanshan in a white dress got out of the carriage and came to the stone table. He bowed to the yellow-robed old monk and gave a gift to the old monk. Then he sat on the stone bench and said, "I Can I play chess for Girl Sangsang?"

The yellow-robed old monk was silent and allowed this request.

A corner of the carriage curtain was raised. Showing Sangsang's small face, she looked at the seemingly scattered pieces on the stone chessboard, her eyes gradually brightened.

The side of the black carriage is under the big green tree, and the window where Sangsang is facing the mountain stream, so no practitioners on the stone flat can see her, only the yellow-clothed old monk can see her.

Looking at Sangsang's black face, but pale and haggard face due to weakness, the yellow-robed old monk was taken aback. Unexpectedly, the rumored lady of light. It was such an ordinary girl.

Previously, the old monk in yellow clothes had several bad words to Ning Que. Naturally, Sangsang did not have a good impression on him, and his eyes did not stay on the old monk's face for a moment. Just quietly looked at the stone table chessboard.

For some reason, Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she spoke cautiously. Cautiously asked in a low voice: "What is the color of the residual chess game?"

When Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter, Ning Que knew that something would go wrong, because in the past years, only when she looked at Yinzi, her eyes would be so bright. But he still did not expect that Sangsang would ask such a question, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely exciting.

The bookworm didn't expect that Sangsang would ask if there was any winning in this game of residual chess, so he couldn't help being speechless.

Of course, the one who was most surprised was the old monk in yellow clothes. He started to preside over the three games of Washan several decades ago. I have seen many players with amazing chess skills, but this is the first time he has heard someone ask what the prize is.

This is a chess game that condenses the wisdom of the great monks of Lanke Temple. This is the solemn test that must be accepted to meet the elders of Qishan. In the eyes of this little girl, it is no different from the gambling games in those shabby gambling stalls!

The yellow-robed old monk was a little surprised, and immediately gave birth to endless anger, thinking that even if this little girl is the bright daughter of Xiling Temple. How could he humiliate Lan Kesi so much that he didn't answer Sangsang's question at all.

Sangsang looked at the expressions on the faces of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, and looked at the look of the old monk in yellow clothes like a bereaved concubine, knowing that this question was indeed a bit wrong, and he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

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The practitioners all returned to the big green tree. Excitedly preparing to watch the game, they naturally did not dare to get too close to the stone board. But they all have a realm, and they can see the pictures on the chessboard clearly.

Although from their point of view, the true face of the Lady of Light cannot be seen, they are still very excited to witness the first shot of the Lady of Light in the world today, even if the move is a chess piece. .

Not everyone in the natural field is interested in this chess game, at least the Buddhist monk in the Xuankong Temple, it is impossible to watch his little maid play chess after being insulted by Ning Que.

The Buddha moved lightly, Qu Nimadi led the ascetic monks of the Moon Kingdom, under the guidance of the abbot of Lan Ke Temple, passed by the stone table and headed towards the stone bridge on the tiger leaping stream.

Ning Que turned around and met the gaze of the idiot Lu Chenjia.

Lu Chenjia's eyes were very calm, a little abnormally calm, just like the remnants of snow in the wasteland meadow, he was about to die but still extremely cold.

Even Ning Que, who was accustomed to life and death, gave birth to a strong chill by her eyes.

He stopped looking at her, looked at the Buddha, and said, "Stop."

The Buddha stopped.

Ning Que asked: "Why can't I live, but the great master can live?"

The question he asked was naturally the old monk in yellow clothes beside the chessboard.

The yellow-clothed old monk frowned and said: "These guests are all fellow Buddhists, why can't they get there?"

"Buddha disciples can live, why can't I live? Princess Chenjia believed in Buddha at a young age, but then went to the Tianyuyuan to practice the Taoism and worship Haotian. This is also your fellow Buddhism?"

Ning Que turned to look at the yellow-robed old monk, and said, "You said that rules are alive. Is that what you meant? I have never heard of such shameless rules in my life, and the academy does not accept them."

Then he went on to say: Keep the rules. Let’s keep them together. I don’t care about the monks in Lanke Temple, but as long as they are from other temples, whether it is White Pagoda Temple or Hanging Temple, before we cross the bridge Can't live it. "

The scene was dead silent again.

Qu Nimati looked at Ning Que with bitterness, as if Ning Que hadn't seen it, just looking at the Fang Buddha.

Although he no longer tried to risk killing the high monk of the Xuankong Temple, he was still vigilant. Instead of letting the opponent go up the mountain first, he might as well let the opponent stay in his field of vision to deal with it.

The monk shadow of Weipuri waved his hand, and the Buddha came down.

Ning Que frowned slightly.

At this moment, the Nanjin chess master's shocked shout suddenly sounded beside the stone table chessboard.

This shout contains extremely complex emotions, surprise, anger, and then regret.

It’s like the Master saw a country cook who dared to take out a bear’s paw for the guests to eat in only three hours in the wilds of Yanbei. It’s like Ning Que saw his companion on the shore of Subi Lake. It took three knives to chop off a horse thief's head, and the **** cuts were so **** that there was no way to earn money for military merit.

"How can you fall here! Will you, a little girl, play chess!"

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(Sorry, it’s difficult to write, but I finally wrote God again. I forgot the time. It’s a bit late. Forgive me for the name of such a wordy chapter. There will be chapter three, but no Dare to say the time, see you later.)

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