Vol 2 Chapter 688: Late at night

?? Bai Yue thought he understood the number of chess games played by Gu Qingfeng.

He thought that the young man had been using Jinzi to force Jin's monster's sunspots to change, so he could use the change of Jin's monster to move the world.

Only after seeing the fourth with his own eyes, he realized that this was not the case at all.

This young man's Bai Zi was not forced, not once, and every change was voluntary by the Jin Lao Wei, and Bai Yue has been watching chess next to him. He also feels that he should go this way. It's not a trap, let alone an advantage.

Even a few times, the old man Jin also deliberately gave up the opportunity for change and deliberately disturbed the layout. Even so, he still lost.

I still lost somehow. Even after losing, I was still a little bit confused. I didn't know which step was wrong.

看看 Take a closer look. There is no one step wrong, and I think every step is wrong.

This is so evil!

I ca n’t be evil anymore.

Neither Jin Laogu nor Bai Yue have ever encountered such a weird situation.

And the young man, from the beginning to the end, sat there with Erlang's legs leaning against the gazebo's pillars, sitting there leisurely, holding a jug and drinking wine, a smile and a moaned expression, very calm and calm.

Do not!

I am not calm or calm.

I was rather casual.

When I played chess, I didn't take it seriously, just like I played casually. I didn't put a little bit on my heart, as if I hadn't put the old Jin in my eyes from the beginning.

"Not playing yet?"

As soon as the ancient breeze waved his hand, he collected as much as possible a pile of Lingbao resources next to Jin Laoguai: "If you don't play, then go ahead, it's not too early, go back and rest. <>"

The old gold monster has no capital to play anymore, and he does not dare to continue playing.

But he lost so much this time, he is really unwilling!

Three pieces of top-grade spiritual treasures, plus a bunch of spiritual treasures, are already the majority of his possessions, and it was only after he accumulated hundreds of years of hard work. Some of them almost cost him his life. It's gone now, all in the hands of this guy Jin Xiuwei.

The jinjin boss is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, but he can't afford to lose most of his family once.

Squinting at Gu Qingfeng, he stood up and walked away, and Jin Laoqi stood up and said, "Wait a kid!"

"What's wrong? Still want to gamble?" Gu Qingfeng looked up and down the old Jin Jin, and said, "You don't seem to have anything to bet on, do you?"

"Boy! How dare you look down on Lao Tzu? The absence of Lao Tzu does not mean that the family does not have it! You are waiting here, Lao Tzu will go back and get it now."

"Forget it, small gambling, big gambling hurt." Gu Qingfeng laughed: "In addition, I have won so many of you, I am embarrassed to win, another day, have the opportunity to play again."

金 老怪 嗖 rushed to block Gu Qingfeng and said, "No! You must bet!"

"If you gamble again, you still lose."

"Don't be proud of your kid!"

The old man in Jinjin's heart was angry, and his old face flushed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lao Tzu is not your opponent, and it does not mean that other people in our Wuse Mountain are not your opponents."

"Oh? Are you from Wuse Mountain?"

"Your kid doesn't even know who I am?"

"I really don't know. <>"

"Yes, boy, you have a seed, you wait here, I'll go back now and ask someone to gamble with you!"

"The nine lonely elders of Wuse Mountain, each of them is a master of learning, and there seems to be one who is proficient in chess. What is his name? Cang Song? Is it possible that you are going to call his old man to bet on me?"

Wu Seshan is extremely lonely, and Gu Qingfeng only knows the seniors of dead wood. As for the other eight, he has seen it, but he has only seen it, but he does not know it. As for the Cong Song who is proficient in chess, he only saw one or two Only once.

"My master didn't have the leisure to gamble with your little fart boy."

"Oh? Are you a disciple of Cangsong? So you are also one of the 18 swords of Wuseshan? It's disrespectful." Gu Qingfeng smiled and said, "In addition to Cangsong, Wuseshan is stumped. Who is good at chess? "

"More to go, you are waiting here!"

He said, Jin Laowei quickly left without returning, and before leaving, let Bai Yue look at Gu Qingfeng, and must not let him run away.

The ancient breeze glanced at the sky, it seemed to be late at night.

Stretching a lazy waist, he sat back in the gazebo and looked at the opposite Bai Yue, who had been looking at himself with a strange look, Gu Qingfeng laughed: "I'm not a little girl, you stare with this look Look at me. "

Tong Baiyue's old face blushed, and she quickly coughed to cover up her embarrassment. She said, "I'm mixing Yuanmen Yuanshu, I haven't consulted my little brother ..."

In order to avoid unnecessary things, Gu Qingfeng just said his surname Gu.

Generally speaking, this is an impolite and disrespectful behavior, especially when the other party is still a senior of Yuanyuan Gate, and Bai Yue, although feels a little uncomfortable in his heart, is not good at saying much, just a polite reply: "It was an old man."

Uh ...

Night is quiet. <>

The disciples of Wushuangshan did not rest, they were still busy with the things that Wushuang bloomed.

When the five-colored flowers bloom, the five-colored veins under the five-colored mountains will also change. In case, the entire array of five-colored mountains must be re-adjusted, which is the same every year.

And this year is more different.

In addition to debugging all the matrix methods, you also have to help the Elder Deadwood organize various music scores.

This time it is not only the Five-Colored Flower Club ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It is also the farewell ceremony of the dead wood elders. After this year, the dead wood elders will live in seclusion in Houshan. Since then, they have never asked anything again. I will share the music scores collected throughout my life for everyone, and also make some contributions to the northwestern musical world. After all, his old man was once the best musical master in the northwestern frontier.

At this moment.

Walking in a garden in Wuse Mountain, two women are organizing a box of ancient music for the dead wood elders.

One of the women, dressed in green clothes, had a gentle and moving beauty, but also beautiful and refined, which is the leading figure of the young generation of disciples in Wuseshan, Qingxi.

There is also a woman who looks seventeen or eighteen years old and looks a little cute. It is her little sister, Qinglian.

Both of them are carefully organizing the scores.

Some of these scores are old and some are incomplete. Most of them have to be copied again. Fortunately, I have been busy for so many days.

"Sister, do you say, Uncle Taishi will live in seclusion in the future?"

Nod clearly.

"Can we see Uncle Tai in the future?"

"Stupid girl, Uncle Tai just lives in seclusion but doesn't leave. Seclusion just doesn't care about the common things outside."

"Ah ... what about our Wuse Shan, will Taishi still care?"

"maybe."