Chapter 11 Chapter 10: Broken Sword Storm

The old monk raised his head, looked at the old man Xuandu from a distance, and asked, "Is this the Lord of Taizhao Castle?" The old man Xuandu said: "Don't dare, it's just old age." The white-haired old monk said: "Old Najuehai, this is the interpretation, interpretation and compassion of the old monk's nephew." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the three middle-aged monks beside him, and continued: "Zhao Feixing, the previous owner of your castle, had a relationship with this old monk several times, as for the benefactor..."

The eyes of the old man Xuandu changed slightly, he coughed lightly to stop the other party from continuing, and said: "It turns out that the master is the head of the Shaolin Dharma Academy today, it is fortunate that the old man is destined to meet." He paused for a while, and then said again: "I have seen few traces of Shaolin disciples in Jianghu, today I suddenly slept in my place, no interrogation..." The old monk Juehai glanced at the man in different clothes, and said: "I came here to track down this unknown benefactor, please forgive the crime of interrupting him abruptly."

After saying that, he turned to the man in different clothes and said: "The benefactor actually injured the disciple of his sect in front of the old monk, which is tolerable or unbearable." The man in different clothes said lightly: "What do you want?" Jue Hai said: "I want you to go to Shaolin again—" The man in different clothes said in a daze, "Please explain clearly." Jue Haidao: "The benefactor first returns the broken sword stolen from the monastery to the old monk, and then follows us to Shaolin to meet the abbot, so that the old monk can have an explanation."

The man in different clothes burst out laughing wildly, and said: "It's hard to say, but it's a pity that I'm born with a temper that will take the hard but not the soft. If the master wants to force it, hey, just do it!" Jue Hai's complexion darkened, and he said, "I really have to do it?" The man in different clothes laughed wildly and said, "Master, if you want to recover the lost sword, you have to go this way." At this moment, Shi Ming and Shi Bei on the side had already bandaged the injured Shi Fa, and the three monks surrounded him, Shi Ming said: "The benefactor is too crazy, you are confident that you can feel that you are the uncle of Master Hai. A slap?"

The man in different clothes said: "If you can afford it, but you can't afford it, what's the point of a big talk? Or touch your palm twice and you'll know..." Shi Ming said in a deep voice: "Since the gate god Bao Qing entangled Meteor Four Hammers to enter Shaolin Tiny Feather at night, it has been a long time since anyone dared to say such crazy words, just like..." The man in different clothes cut his mouth Said: "Since I have said it, so what?" Shi Ming said: "The benefactor will give us a slap first—" After the voice stopped, the three monks punched at the same time, and in an instant, there were shadows of fists in all directions, the mighty power of the Shaolin Divine Fist is truly frightening.

The man in different clothes was in the center, and when the opponent's fist hit him, he suddenly took half a step backwards, and then quickly turned sideways, and unexpectedly flashed out from the shadows of the fists all over the sky, and the three Shaolin monks even his clothes Untouched, this surprise is really no small matter—— The three hates quickly withdrew their palms and turned around to fight back. The man in different clothes sneered and said, "It's up to you to take over the palm!" He swung his palms together, and hit several palms in succession. The three monks were dazzled when they saw that even the variations, directions, and angles of his moves were well coordinated.

The three monks were stunned, and suddenly shouted loudly, and unleashed the Shaolin Divine Fist again. The man in different clothes did not back down, he swung his palms, only heard four loud earthquakes, the sky was filled with dust and dust, and the man in different clothes stomped He stepped back a few steps, but the three Shaolin monks fell to the ground one by one! The man in different clothes said proudly: "Shaolin Divine Fist, but mediocre!" Shi Ming and the other three monks all had fractured palms, and they struggled to stand up. The man in different clothes said: "Do you want to fight again?"

Shifa opened his mouth to speak, but the old monk Juehai behind him said, "Of course we have to be beaten. The benefactor will wait a moment. I want to learn from you." He turned to the three monks and asked, "How is the injury?" Shi Ming glanced at the two juniors, shook his head and said: "No problem". Juehai nodded, facing the man in different clothes, he said: "Donor, you are not only crazy enough, but you have done too much!" The man in different clothes said: "I will always do my own way, if..." Juehai interrupted: "Okay, needless to say, if the old monk doesn't take action to teach you a lesson, will Shaolin Temple still exist in the eyes of the benefactor? Let's make a move!"

The man in different clothes took a deep breath of zhenqi. Although he was extremely arrogant and conceited, he didn't dare to be careless in front of Master Juehai, one of the three abbots of Shaolin. I saw that the expression on his face had become very dignified, he raised his palm slowly, gathered luck, the palm gradually turned into an abnormal blue color, the color was as clear as blue grass! Seeing this, Juehai's heart was shocked, and he blurted out: "Qing Wen Zhang!...The benefactor is from the Wula tribe?..." The man in different clothes sneered and said nothing, he circled his right palm, and struck out suddenly!

With a flick of Juehai's big sleeve, the true strength of the inner family is released through the sleeve, the two forces dissipate at the touch, the man in different clothes does not retreat at all, his figure suddenly rises into the air, and he strikes down with his palm. When he slashed down with his palm, a gust of cold air gushed out from his blue palm, like water ripples, and waves of blue lines gushed out, and every time the cold air gushed out, it moved more and more towards the opponent's hand Nearly a minute, after the fifth wave, it became a blurred blue shadow, and it was hard to tell what was the palm?What is body shape?

At this moment, Juehai let out a loud roar, flipped his sleeves, swished, and a masculine palm burst out from the sleeves—— "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" there was a strange sound, the light flickered and faded, and then the whistling and shouting stopped abruptly, Jue Hai leaned back to Xunzhang away, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of foul air. The man in different clothes has already issued the "green pattern palm", and Master Juehai is still standing upright—— The body of the man in different clothes froze, and fell to the ground. He let out a strange cry, and said: "Sure enough, you are worthy of being the head of Shaolin Dharma Academy, catch this trick again!" Just as he was about to wave his palm out again, at this moment the trees on the left rustled, the branches and leaves were separated, and two people walked out quickly one after the other! The people in front of the castle looked up, but saw the one in front with thick eyebrows and big eyes, about forty years old, and the one in the back was about a few years younger, and also shorter in stature. The thick-browed man glanced across the field, and said, "Fifth Brother Hu, did you see everything that happened just now?" The "Fifth Brother Hu" nodded his head and said: "I saw it, the boy gave the 'green pattern palm' that looks like the Ula tribe, what does Second Brother Zhang think?" Then "Second Brother Zhang" said: "So do I." Hu Wudi said: "That kid is the guy who came to our Yuanjiang with the 'Qing Wen Zhang' half a month ago to make a fuss. It's really a narrow road for enemies, and we actually asked us to meet here." "Are you two from Yuanjiang?" The expression of the man in different clothes changed, and he took three steps forward to meet them and asked. The second elder brother of that Zhang said: "Zhang Dai is sent by Xia Yuanjiang. This is our fifth younger brother Hu Kun. When your Excellency made a big fuss in Yuanjiang a few days ago, we two went northward because of something. After thinking for a while, he said, "That's right, I didn't see you two when I went to Yuanjiang..." Then Hu Kun said: "Your Majesty came to the despicable faction to make a fool of yourself. I heard that they are looking for a broken sword?" The man in different clothes smiled and said: "Ah, I was confused for a while, thinking that the half-broken sword was collected by your sect. Now I found the broken sword from Shaolin Temple, and I realized that there was a misunderstanding." Zhang Dai's complexion darkened, and he said: "Is that the same sentence? A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, hehe, your honor is too arrogant!..." The man in different clothes said: "You want to do it too?" Zhang Dai said: "Do you want us to swallow your breath if you don't do anything? I respect your name?" The man in different clothes said: "I'm under Di Yifei." Zhang Dai nodded and said, "The surname is Di, you and I can see the real chapter here." Speaking of this, he cupped his hands at the old monk Juehai, and said: "Zhang Wuyue, master, please wait for a while." Jue Haiqing knew that Zhang Dai acted in accordance with the rules of the world, which meant that he asked himself to let him erect the beam, so he said immediately: "It's easy to say, Zhang Tanyue, please feel free." Zhang Dai said: "Thank you Zhang so much." He didn't even talk, turned around and held up his palms, aiming to hit Di Yifei's chest! Di Yifei sneered, and was about to strike hard, when suddenly he saw a figure flashing beside him, blocking him in front of him, Zhang Dai pushed firmly with his palm, and immediately heard a "Zi" and lit up—— Looking intently, he saw that the old man Xuandu who had been standing silently stood between the two opponents like Ruoyuan stopped and Yuezhi, and Dai Di Yifei forcibly took Zhang Dai's palm! Zhang Dai said in a deep voice: "Why do you have to replace the surname Di?" The old man Xuandu said: "Taizhao Castle is owned by this old man, I don't want any fights to happen near this castle!" Zhang, Hu and the Shaolin monks didn't expect him to say this, so they couldn't help being stunned. Hearing this, Di Yifei, a man in different clothes, laughed and said, "Hehe, our old Di had already expected that Lord Zhen would not stand by and watch..." Hu Kun couldn't hold back at first, and said: "Could it be that your Excellency intends to protect the surname Di?" The old man Xuandu said: "It's serious, does Hu Zhuangshi dare not even sell the old man's account?" Hu Kun said: "You and I are strangers, why did Hu buy this account?" The old man Xuandu said: "Based on this, does Zhuangshi Hu take the master of this castle seriously?" Hu Kun said: "The master of this castle? Can a dove occupying a magpie's nest also be called the master? Hu has never thought of this." After a pause, he replied: "Hu is ignorant, and only knows that there is a master in Taizhao Castle, whose surname is Zhao Mingfeixing..." A strange look flashed across the eyes of the old man Xuandu, and he said, "Master Hu, what does this old man want to tell you—" Hu Kun asked in astonishment: "What?" The old man Xuandu said word by word: "Today you will never leave this place again!" After speaking, he raised his feet and approached Hu Kun step by step. Although his steps were slow, there was a hint of fierce and fierce aura. Hu Kun unconsciously took a step back, and felt that the sea god monk said in a timely manner: "Hold on, benefactor!" The old man Xuandu stopped his body and said, "What advice, Master?" Jue Haidao: "Just now, the old monk suddenly remembered that not long ago, a man who claimed to be Sima Daoyuan went to Shaolin at night to find the broken sword. At that time, the benefactor also appeared in the temple, and then disappeared. The old monk and the monk were too busy to deal with it. That 'Sima Daoyuan' didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of the benefactor..." Xuan Duan coughed dryly, and said: "Master, he admitted the wrong person." Juehai shook his head and said, "The old sleeve is confident that his eyesight is not too bad." The old man Xuandu snorted in a low voice, and said: "Do monks also have the habit of talking nonsense? There was a night walker in this castle last night. If the old man insists that the person is a Shaolin monk, what will the master do?" Jue Hai was speechless, and the old man Xuandu turned to Hu Kun and said, "Your surname is Hu, you are so lucky to accept the move!" As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed Hu Kun's head. When Hu Kun looked up, he felt that the sky was full of claw shadows. He felt a chill in his heart, and he backed up. Hu Kun glanced at the long sword hanging on the opponent's waist, and said: "Your Excellency has a sword with you, why don't you use it?" The old man Xuandu said coldly: "Are you eager to use the sword? Hey, against you, this sword probably won't be used." Hu Kun laughed back in anger, raised his palm and slapped it out. The old man Xuandu dodged sideways, avoiding Hu Kun's palm, and then rushed forward, with one arm slightly lowered, and then covered the opponent's face and grabbed it. The ailment of his body and the ferocity of his claws are simply unbelievable. Hu Kun didn't know the reality, and he didn't dare to directly attack him, so he leaned back and retreated, the situation was very embarrassing. The old man Xuandu sneered and said: "Even if you keep dodging, I will still have a way to kill you!" Hu Kun couldn't help being excited, and said: "Who dodged? What kind of man is a man who hurts people with his tongue." The old man Xuandu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he slowly raised his single palm. Hu Kun didn't have time to have a second thought, so he hastily transferred his whole body's power to his palms. So far, the old man Xuandu has only made two moves, but he has given everyone in the field an unfathomable and profound feeling. His every move, every throw has an invisible aggressive meaning, which makes the opponent subconsciously An inexplicable chill will rise unconsciously! Although Hu Kun knew in his heart that the opponent's skill was extremely high, and he thought he was not sure, but the situation was imminent, and he had no choice but to act. Suddenly, Zhang Dai stepped up and said: "Fifth brother, step back and take over for brother." He slaps!" The old man Xuan Du said: "Why don't you two go up together." Zhang Dai's face darkened, and just as he was about to retort, the old man in black satin stretched out his left palm, paused for a moment in front of his chest, and then patted it on his own. Zhang Dai was still ten feet away, and immediately felt an extremely strange feeling, as if his whole body, all veins and limbs were under the control of the opponent's palm, and he couldn't find any loopholes to resolve it, and even temporarily dodged it. Palm is absolutely impossible. As one of the five great masters of the Yuanjiang School, it goes without saying that his skill is high, but at this moment his body is clamped under the opponent's weird palm, and he is helpless. Jue Haishen, who was watching, was also secretly startled, and thought: "Yuanjiang sent Erlai to come out in large numbers, and their momentum has gradually rivaled Shaolin, Wudang and other factions. Seeing Zhang Dai's skill alone is rare in martial arts. I can't think of old man Xuandu It is even more unpredictable. Every palm he makes is a move that I have never seen or heard before, and it is unpredictable and unpredictable. It seems that if he really intends to kill, Zhang and Hu will not be spared. ..." Thinking of this, Zhang Dai broke into a cold sweat. Zhang Dai knew that the opponent's palm strength was impeccable, and flashing was useless. At this critical moment, he roared instinctively, and stretched out both palms! The old man Xuandu said with a sinister smile: "The ears of the trapped beast!" The right hand was retracted in a circle, and the palm strength was tightened a bit. Zhang Dai was not willing to wait for death with his hands tied up, so he raised his palms again, he was forced to use the move of dying with the enemy, and he had used a lot of power without realizing it. Under the contact of the two forces, although the palm of the old man Xuandu can secure Zhang Dai's life, but he himself must be injured by the opponent's counterattack.The old man Xuan Du had already grasped the situation of the battle from the beginning, Yan Rong made such a bad move, he changed his palm style, and just met Zhang Dai's desperate palm. Zhang Dai tried his best to catch it, and suddenly there was a strange cry, and his whole body seemed to be plunged into the vortex of the rapids, spinning around several times with the opponent's palm force! The old man Xuandu couldn't stop laughing, just waiting for the killer—— Hu Kun on the side saw his eyes were red, and shouted: "How dare you!" His figure was like the wind, and he swept forward. At the same moment, Juehai also shouted to himself: "Heaven has the virtue of caring for life, and the benefactor is merciful." He raised his sleeve and flicked it out from the outside, making a sharp noise through the air; On the back of the old man, with one arm slightly lowered, he slashed down, trying to force the opponent to withdraw his palm and save Zhang Dai from the moment of crisis... Cursing Xuandu old man didn't turn his head back, he turned his body half sideways with his steps, and removed Juehai's sleeves, then turned his palms backwards, and slashed out in the same way as "upside-down fuchsia". There was a loud "bang", Hu Kun's footsteps were floating, he was trampled to the point of falling by the force of his palm, and he took a few steps back to stand firmly on the stake. The old man Xuandu let out a sinister grin, and slashed down with his palm. Hu Kun and Juehai Shenseng couldn't save him, so they could only watch Zhang Dai being slaughtered. It was too late to say it, and it was so fast at that time, the old man Xuandu still hadn't hit it firmly with his palm, and suddenly heard a sound of "Zhaai", a row of horizontal branches in the bushes on the left was broken and fell down, and a white shadow flew out, instantly Even before approaching the ancient castle, the speed is so fast, even if you feel that the sea god hates this rare master, you can only see a flash of light! That white shadow rushed straight into the arena, everyone's eyes were dazzled, but they could vaguely feel the whiteness, and a blurred shadow disappeared with a stroke! Di Yifei, a man in a different suit outside the arena, yelled: "Master Zhen, pay attention to this person..." Before the words were finished, Li heard the loud sound of "Hoo Boom", and the surrounding sand and stones were flying, and the vigor of the momentum made all the masters change their colors! With all the sand and gravel gone, the old man Xuandu had already floated three feet away, he let out a sigh of relief, but Zhang Dai was still standing there, with a bewildered expression on his face.Hu Kun was in a daze for a while, then he said loudly: "Second Brother, are you alright?" Zhang Dai shook his head blankly and said, "No...no..." Obviously he couldn't figure out how he could escape this catastrophe? However, not a few feet away behind him, at some point, there stood a man in white robes with a calm expression and a white cloth covering his head! The man was covered from head to toe in white cloth, and under the sunlight, it was as crystal clear and white as ice and snow, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.The old man Xuandu's eyes were cloudy, and he said in a dark voice: "Good friend, you finally came forward to formally conflict with the old man..." The white-robed man smiled coldly, but said nothing. "choke"! The old man Xuandu moved his right wrist, and the long sword hanging from his waist suddenly flicked out, and suddenly there was a cold light, he shook his iron wrist, and held the sword upside down across his chest! Just from the imposing manner of the sword, it can be seen that the old man Xuandu's sword skills have reached the level of appalling. Shaolin felt that Haishen hated Yuan Jiangzhang and Hu, who were masters of martial arts, and they all fell in love with it at a glance. Take a deep breath! The white-robed man seemed unmoved, he said coldly: "Did you shine the sword?" The old man Xuandu lowered his voice and said word by word: "You—you show your sword too, let's see the truth on the sword!" The man in white robe said in a low voice: "Now is not the time - the mountains are high and the rivers are long, there will be a period later!" The last sentence was spoken, his shoulders twisted slightly, and the person was already ten feet away, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye... The figure of the white-robed man was heard, and the group of masters stood still in a daze. After a long time, he felt that the sea god monk began to look away, bowed his head in thought for a while, and murmured: "Sima benefactor... Sima benefactor..." Shi Ming hated people and said in a low voice: "Uncle Master, do you know the ins and outs of this person?" Jue Hai shook his head and said: "That day, the old sleeve faced him in the Daxiong Palace, but he couldn't identify his affiliation..." Looking up, he saw the old man Xuandu was still standing with his sword in his hand, the sword was swinging sideways and trembling unceasingly, with the sword in his hand, he was filled with the strange "murderous aura" unique to swordsmen! Only after Zhang Dai and Hu Kun recovered their lives from the king of Hades, lingering fears still lingered in their hearts, all four eyes focused on the old man Xuandu to prevent him from attacking again. Jue Hai said, "Is the benefactor still planning to kill them all?" The old man Xuandu withdrew his sword box, turned his eyes around the castle wall, and let out a long cry—— All of a sudden, countless archers suddenly appeared on the Zhangxu high fort wall, their arrows were full and ready to go, pointing at Zhang Dai and others! The old man Xuandu said grimly: "Listen, these hundreds of archers are divided into six teams. As long as the old man gives an order, the arrows will be fired continuously until you lie down." Dai's body shook, and he said, "Why didn't you order the arrows to be fired?" The old man Xuan Duan said: "The old man has changed his mind now, so let's go, unless you want to taste the taste of random arrows." Zhang Dai was stunned, and Jue Hai said: "Amitabha, isn't the castle owner worried that the Sima benefactor will appear again?..." When the old man Xuandu heard this, his falcon-like eyes shot fiercely. Zhang Dai said: "Your Excellency has forged a deadly enmity with Yuan Jiang. Today Zhang is invincible. He can only blame himself for not being good at his studies. In the future... in the future..." He wanted to tell a few things about the scene, but he couldn't go on talking, so he clenched his fists at Jue Haishen monk, and retreated with Hu Kun. Jue Hai thought about it for a while, and said to himself: "I'm going back to Songshan now, and I'll report to the sect master about the pursuit of the broken sword. Since the benefactor wants to protect Di Tanyue, can you tell your name?" The old man Xuandu said coldly: "Old man Zhen Dingyuan, the master told your head that the old man is in this castle waiting for teaching at any time." Juehai stopped talking and led the injured Shaolin disciple to go. Xuandu old man Zhen Dingyuan looked at the Shaolin monk, turned his eyes and said: "Di Yifei, you can bring the broken sword here for the old man to have a look at." Di Yifei, a man in a different suit, reached out his arms and took out a half-broken sword. The sword body shone with a flickering blue light, and the cold air was overwhelming! The old man Xuandu took it over and played with it carefully, only to see a small crescent moon engraved on the hilt of the sword, a few floating clouds dotted around, and two small seal script characters "Sima" embossed on it. Xuandu old man Zhen Dingyuan murmured in praise: "It is indeed a rare sword, but it is a pity that most of it is broken..." Di Yifei laughed and said: "Although Shaolin is heavily guarded, Di finally lived up to his mission." Xuandu old man Zhen Dingyuan said "very good", and Di Yifei asked, "Doesn't Lord Zhen also keep a broken sword?" Zhen Dingyuan said: "What is stored in the castle is the Golden Sun Sword, now that the Cold Moon Sword is in hand, only the other one is left..." After taking a breath, he said again: "The other one is also a half-broken Fanxing Sword. If the old man's news is not bad, it should be in Wudang's Chunyang Temple—" Di Yifei said: "How does the Castle Master know?" Zhen Dingyuan said: "Don't pursue this for now, Di Yifei, are you interested in going to Wudang and dealing with Niubizi?" Di Yifei hesitated, and said, "What are you talking about? The important thing is, of course I'm going to Wudang Mountain." As he walked away slowly, Xuandu old man Zhen Dingyuan's eyes flashed an indescribable look, and he whispered to himself: "If you can collect all the three broken swords, you can compete with old man Wu for a day. ..." After he entered the castle, he walked towards the backyard, but found that his daughter was not in Xiaoxuan's boudoir. Zhen Dingyuan took down the broken sword with golden sun engraved on it from the left side wall of the white jade bed, and rubbed his palms together for a long time against the sunlight coming in from the window, before murmuring: "The autumn is cold and the wind crosses the river, the hero's broken sword Cuihubo... Hey, there are probably few people in the world who would believe in the possibility of this..." He hung the two broken swords side by side on the wall, walked out of the water pavilion, stopped a maidservant and asked, "Have you ever seen Ling Qing?" The maid said: "Miss and President Gu are playing chess in the garden." Zhen Dingyuan let out a "huh", walked around the corridor twice, came to the garden, and saw two people sitting under a willow tree playing chess, it was Zhen Lingqing and Gu Qianwu.Standing beside the chessboard is a handsome young man watching the battle attentively, but it was Zhao Ziyuan who was a guest at Cairenbao yesterday, his gaze pierced through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and shone on his unfathomable face. Zhen Ding stared at Zhao Ziyuan from afar, and said in his heart: "This young man will never be an ordinary person, I really don't know what purpose he has sneaking into the castle?" He originally wanted to go up to have a look, but now he has changed his mind, so when the three of them were obsessed with the chess game, he quietly went around behind the tree from another angle, lifted himself up and jumped onto a nearby tree with dense branches and leaves. On the tree, not the slightest sound was enough to alarm others. Separate the branches and leaves, and you can see everything within a radius of ten feet. There is a chessboard on the spotless stone table, and there are only a few dozen pieces scattered on the board. Zhen Lingqing is holding white pieces, and his face is full of interest. White adopts a semi-encirclement strategy from the deflection angle, and has firmly gained the upper hand. Zhen Dingyuan immediately shifted his gaze from the chess game to Zhao Ziyuan, and saw him standing silently on the side, meditating, as if he had studied the way of chess very well. He secretly thought: "If someone knows that I, as the owner of the castle, would sneak up in a tree to spy on the background of a strange boy, how would he feel if he doesn't judge?" Only Zhen Lingqing's delicate voice said : "It's up to you, Ah Wu." Gu Qianwu picked up the sunspots in his hand, kept looking around, and it took a long time to land a sunspot.In the middle game, White's advantage has already been achieved, and Black's pieces are trapped in heavy siege, and it is hopeless to recover. When the two sides reached the stage of hand-to-hand combat, Zhen Lingqing seemed to be confident that he would get faster and faster, and his moves were loud and bang. In contrast, Gu Qianwu seemed to be very stagnant, with a long time for non-special use, and none of his moves was not a move. Then it got worse and worse. When it was Gu Qianwu's turn to write, Zhen Lingqing said impatiently, "You have hesitated for too long." Gu Qianwu said: "The girl is still smart, I will lose this game of chess." Although Zhen Lingqing had a firm chance of winning, he showed resentment and said: "Awu, your chess skill is very high, what's wrong today? Is your brain not working?" Gu Qianwu Ai Ai said: "It's just...but I feel a little uncomfortable..." He fell again while speaking. Zhen Lingqing shook her head and said: "No, no, this one should be placed on the second and fourth positions, otherwise I will eat all the fifteen pieces near the angle." Without waiting for the other party to answer, she complained again: "You are absent-minded, what's the point of playing chess?" Gu Qianwu Weiwei accompanies the crime, picks up the sunspots again, and is about to land on the second and fourth places, when Zhao Ziyuan suddenly points to the chessboard from the side, and interjects, "Brother Gu, there is still a space here." Zhen Ling whitened him With a glance, said: "Hey, what do you know..." Before the words were finished, a surprised look appeared on his face, and he could no longer speak the following words. Gu Qianwu also raised his head and looked at Zhao Ziyuan, his face full of surprise. The two realized that what Zhao Ziyuan was referring to was to survive from death and restore the overall situation. The position is not the same. Zhen Dingyuan, the old man with black satin on the tree, took it into his eyes and thought: "This son is young, and he can see the ingenuity as soon as he makes a move. If he was not born with extremely high talent, and also received the influence and guidance of famous masters, how could he have such accomplishments?" Gu Qianwu said: "Unexpectedly, Brother Zhao is still a great chess player, so I'm sorry and disrespectful." Zhen Lingqing saw the chess game that was already a winning ticket, because Zhao Ziyuan's words put her at a disadvantage, she couldn't help feeling angry, but she saw Zhao Ziyuan's slightly smiling face, and for some reason, the anger in her heart broke out. Out. Zhao Ziyuan didn't care about the girl's worries, and thought to himself: "I saw people playing against each other, and I couldn't help but feel itchy, so I said it recklessly. My daughter has a small mind, so she naturally holds a grudge against me, but she didn't show any signs of scolding. I don't know why?..." Zhen Lingqing stretched out his hand to mess up the board, and said, "This game doesn't count, let's start over." Gu Qianwu showed a slight impatient color, got up and said: "Brother Zhao is very good at chess, why not ask him to play a game with the girl?" Zhao Ziyuan quickly backed off and said, "Little brother, this is a classmate's axe. In fact, he is no match for Miss Zhen." Gu Qianwu couldn't give in, so he sat down and said, "Miss, do you still let my fourth son go first?" Zhen Lingqing said: "Of course." The two played against each other again, Zhen Lingqing's layout was plain and simple, never short-sighted and tricky, vaguely reminiscent of his predecessors, on the other hand, Gu Qianwu's black chess has always been at a disadvantage since the beginning, and was often forced to win There is only parry, but no power to fight back. As the chess situation became more and more tense, Zhen Lingqing made several moves in the middle, and immediately the general situation was settled. Gu Qianwu fell into deep thought, Zhen Lingqing was holding a white piece in his hand, and suddenly flicked the piece with his fingers, and the piece was released backwards, only to hear a "swoosh", and there was no movement at the place where the piece landed! Zhen Lingqing said: "A guest is here!" Gu Qian murmured: "Gu... What did the girl say?..." After a word, there was a soft "squeak" among the flowers, and the middle-aged servant Tianfeng stepped out, pushing a wheelchair in his hand, and the man in red with the stump was sitting curled up on it. Gu Qianwu suddenly saw the two people come forward, his expression changed, and he immediately returned to normal. Naturally, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't fail to see Gu Qianwu's strange behavior, and thought to himself: "Gu Qianwu sneaked into the stone room with his face covered last night, intending to assassinate the grotesque man in red with stumped limbs. Unexpectedly, he shot a poisonous light at the opponent's mouth and injured his left shoulder. But look at him, he is still sitting here playing chess safely. Could it be that the poisonous gas has not yet Is it a seizure? Or does he have another way to avoid poison?..." Coming closer, the middle-aged servant Tianfeng spread his right hand, handed over a chess piece, and said: "It's still a pawn with the girl." Zhen Ling's blue face sank, and said: "Is the master also interested in Yiqi?" The man in red with the stump sat on the wheelchair and said: "It's not just that I'm interested. This old man has been immersed in this way for many years, and I haven't played against others for a long time. I don't expect to meet my fellow players here, and I don't feel itchy." While talking, Zhao Ziyuan noticed that his limbs, which he removed last night, have been installed again at this moment. At first glance, his limbs are complete. If he hadn't happened to spy on this secret, he would not be able to see it anyway. He only felt that his limbs were stiff , nothing can be done. The man in red with the stump turned his gaze to the chessboard for a while, and said: "Miss Zhen's ninety-seventh son is a miracle. He controlled the entire middle game in one fell swoop, which is very clever, but the ninety-ninth son—" His voice paused slightly, and Zhen Lingqing said: "What do you think?" The man in red with the stump said: "The old man thought that the ninety-nine sons should be placed in the third and third positions, so that they can cooperate with the former sons to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack, so as not to give the opponent a chance to recover from the decline." Zhen Lingqing was full of dissatisfaction, and said, "Really?" Stump Thread Clothes Humane: "The old man has been grinding ancient chess records since his early age. The more he immersed himself, he finally realized that although the way of chess and martial arts are different, they are actually the same. When playing chess, the emphasis should be on one go. You must not give the enemy a chance to breathe. The same is true for martial arts. When you decide When killing a person, one must balance the situation, whether it is an open attack or a sneak attack, there must be no slight mistakes, leaving endless troubles..." Zhen Ling Qingxiu frowned slightly, and said: "Your Excellency seems to be preaching." The man in red with the stump ignored her sarcasm and continued: "For example, take what happened to the old man last night, a masked man broke into the stone house with a sword, and kept saying that he wanted to do harm to the old man..." Before he finished speaking, Zhen Lingqing blurted out in surprise: "Why? The old gentleman must be joking, Benborg..."