Bai Yue thought he understood Gu Qingfeng's chess moves.
He thought that the young man had been using white pieces to force old monster Jin's sunspots to change, so that he could use the changes of old monster Jin to move the world again.
It was only after witnessing the fourth hand that he realized that was not the case at all.
The young man's white pieces were not forced, not even once, every change was voluntary by Jin, and Bai Yue had been watching the chess from the side, so he also felt that it should be done this way, and after passing through, he continued to deduce it again and again, so he was sure it was not a trap , is not a trap, let alone give the other party an opportunity.
There were even several occasions when Old Freak Jin deliberately gave up the opportunity to change and deliberately messed up the layout. Even so, he still lost.
Still losing is inexplicable, even after losing, I still feel a little confused, I don't know which step I made a mistake.
Look carefully, there is no wrong step, and I feel that every step is wrong.
This is so wicked!
It couldn't be more evil than evil.
Neither Old Monster Jin nor Bai Yue had ever encountered such a strange situation.
As for that young man, from beginning to end, he sat there leisurely with his legs crossed, leaning against the pillars of the gazebo, drinking a small wine with a wine pot, with a smiling expression, very calm and calm.
No!
Not calm, not calm.
Rather casual.
When playing chess, he didn't take it seriously, just like playing casually, he didn't take it to heart at all, as if he didn't take old monster Jin seriously from the beginning.
"Still playing?"
With a wave of his hand, Gu Qingfeng collected all the spiritual treasure resources beside Old Freak Jin: "If you don't want to play, then let's do it. It's getting late, go back and rest."
Boss Jin no longer has the capital to play anymore, and he doesn't dare to continue playing.
But this time he lost so much, he is really not reconciled!
Three high-grade mysterious spiritual treasures, plus a bunch of spiritual treasure resources, these are already most of his belongings, and he has accumulated them through hundreds of years of hard work, and some of them almost made him lose his life. Now it's all gone, and it's all in the hands of this Golden Core cultivation guy.
Old monster Jin can be considered a person who has experienced big storms, but he really can't bear to lose most of his property in one go.
Seeing that Gu Qingfeng got up to leave, Old Freak Jin stood up abruptly, and shouted: "Wait, kid!"
"What's the matter? Do you still want to gamble?" Gu Qingfeng looked the old monster Jin up and down, and said, "You don't seem to have anything to gamble on?"
"Boy! How dare you look down on me? I don't have it on me, but it doesn't mean I don't have it at home! You wait here, I will go back and get it now."
"Forget it, a small gamble is fun, but a big gamble hurts your health." Gu Qingfeng said with a smile: "Besides, I have won so many games from you, and I feel embarrassed if I win. Let's play another day, and play again when I have a chance."
With a whoosh, Old Monster Jin rushed over to block Gu Qingfeng and said, "No way! We must gamble!"
"If you gamble again, you still lose."
"Don't be complacent, kid!"
Old Freak Jin was so angry, his face flushed red with anger, and he said through gritted teeth: "I'm not your opponent, but it doesn't mean that the rest of us in Wuse Mountain are not your opponent."
"Oh? Are you from Five Color Mountain?"
"You son of a bitch doesn't even know who I am?"
"I really don't know."
"Okay, boy, you have the guts, you wait here, I will go back and ask someone to bet with you now!"
"Jiujue solitary elders from Wuse Mountain, each of them has unique skills, and there seems to be one who is proficient in chess. What's his name? Cangsong? Could it be that you plan to call him over to bet with me?"
Gu Qingfeng, the Gu Qingfeng of the Five Colors Mountain, only knew Senior Deadwood. As for the other eight, he had seen them before, but he had only seen them before, but he didn't know him. only once.
"My master doesn't have the leisure to play chess with you little brat."
"Oh? You are Cangsong's disciple? So, you are also one of the Eighteen Swords of the Five-color Mountain? I am disrespectful." Gu Qingfeng smiled, and said: "Besides Cangsong, there is nothing more difficult in the Five-color Mountain Is there anyone who is good at chess?"
"There are too many, you just wait here!"
After all, Old Monster Jin left quickly without looking back. Before leaving, he asked Bai Yue to look at Gu Qingfeng, and he must not let him run away.
Gu Qingfeng looked at the sky, it seemed that it was already late at night.
Stretched, then sat back in the gazebo, seeing Bai Yue opposite him looking at him with strange eyes, Gu Qingfeng said with a smile: "I'm not a little girl, why are you staring at me with such eyes? Just watch me."
Old Bai Yue blushed, coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment, and said, "I'm going to the Hunyuanmen Yuanshu, I haven't consulted my little brother yet..."
In order to avoid unnecessary things, Gu Qingfeng only said that his surname was Gu.
Generally speaking, this is an act of impoliteness and disrespect, especially when the other party is a senior of the Hunyuan Sect. As for Bai Yue, although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't want to say anything more. He just replied politely: "So it's Young Master Gu."
…
In the dead of night.
The disciples of Five Colors Mountain didn't rest, they were still busy with the five colors flowers blooming.
When the five-color flowers bloom, the five-color spiritual veins under the five-color mountain will also change. Just in case, all the formations in the entire five-color mountain have to be re-adjusted, and this is the case every year.
But this year is different.
In addition to debugging all the formations, he also had to help Elder Deadwood sort out various music scores.
This time is not only the five-color flower festival, but also the farewell ceremony of the dead wood elder. Share it with everyone, and it can be regarded as making some contributions to the music industry in the Northwest. After all, the old man used to be one of the best temperament masters in the Northwest frontier.
now.
In a garden in Wuse Mountain, two women are sorting out a box of ancient musical scores for Elder Deadwood.
One of the women, dressed in green clothes, has a gentle, moving and quiet beauty, and is also beautiful and refined. She is the leading figure among the younger generation of disciples of Wuse Mountain, Qingxi.
There is also a woman who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, and looks a little cute. She is her junior sister, Qinglian.
Both of them are carefully sorting out the score.
Some of these music scores are old, some are incomplete, and most of them have to be re-transcribed. Fortunately, after so many days of work, I am almost busy.
"Senior sister, tell me, will Grand Master Uncle really live in seclusion in the future?"
Nod clearly.
"Then can we see Grand Master Uncle in the future?"
"Silly girl, Uncle Grand Master is just living in seclusion, not leaving. Living in seclusion is just ignoring the ordinary things outside."
"Ah... then, will Grand Master still care about our Five Colors Mountain?"
"maybe."