I Just Won’t Play by the Book

"Oh?"

Seeing Mo Xia's son in the middle of the belly, Jiang Beiran put the white son he just took out of his hand back into the chess set, and thought about it seriously.

'Huh...huh...'

Seeing his brother thinking seriously, Mo Xia's breathing became rapid, and his fists were already clenched.

"Moxia."

"Yes!" Mo Xia immediately sat up straight and answered when she heard the summons from her senior brother.

"Your hands are getting more and more amazing, not bad."

The so-called inlaid hand is a move that seems to be clumsy, but contains a trick, traps, and is tempting and fooled.

Jiang Beiran knew that Mo Xia often wanted to use his underestimation of the enemy to set up traps in the past, but he said it once.

I thought he would give up this trick, but he didn't expect him to use it better.

Hearing this compliment, Mo Xia didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while.

The happy is naturally praised by the senior brother, but the sad thing is that since the senior brother praised his inlaying hand, it means that he has seen through the game he laid out.

.

'As expected of senior brother... I really don't know how far he can see. ’

"Seventeen of Thirteen, flail."

Jiang Beiran slammed the child out of his eyes with a "pop", and covered Mo Xia's child within his sphere of influence, so that he could not continue to grow or escape.

"Amazing!"

Seeing Senior Brother take this step, Mo Xia couldn't help shouting.

"It's your turn." Jiang Beiran raised his head and said.

"Yes!" Mo Xia hurriedly looked down at the chessboard.

‘Although this hand flail is indeed exquisite, senior brother, I still have a chance of survival. ' While thinking, Mo Xia found a sunspot and dropped it.

"Snapped!"

After more than 20 rounds of offense and defense, Mo Xia, who was pressed by his senior brother step by step, was almost out of breath, but he was sure that his formation was not in chaos. As long as he resisted this round of offensive, his chance would be Will appear!

After five more difficult rounds, the opportunity Mo Xia was waiting for finally arrived!

'That's it! ’

Looking at the shining [Emergency Place] on the chessboard, Mo Xia almost fell on it like someone who was about to drown grabbing a driftwood.

But when Mo Xia was about to withdraw his hand, he found that the corner of his brother's mouth suddenly twitched.

'Oops! ’

Mo Xia, who was shocked into a cold sweat, immediately understood why his senior brother laughed.

Because that step just now, it was Senior Brother's inlay.

"I...I admit defeat."

Mo Xia clenched her fists and lowered her head, trying her best to keep the tears in her eyes from flowing.

After more than a year, the senior brother is still so strong and impeccable. He has to do everything he can to complete the first hand, but the senior brother is like a child playing with his backhand, and he pushes himself away in a more clever way.

'Too strong... Why can senior brother be so strong? ’”

"It's very good, you really lived up to my expectations." Looking at Mo Xia, who was shaking slightly, Jiang Beiran poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Feeling the aroma of the tea coming to her face, Mo Xia raised her hand to catch the teacup, and replied with a vibrato: "Thank you so much, brother!"

"More of this kind of unwillingness will make you progress faster. How about, do you want another game?"

"Yes!" Mo Xia replied firmly and powerfully, while quickly picking up the chessboard with both hands.

'If this xinxing is used in cultivation, this child may have an unlimited future. ’

It wasn't until the morning that Mo Xia left his brother's hut in desperation. He walked one step at a time and turned back three times. He found that his brother did not intend to accompany him in the next round, so he had to open the door and leave.

Seeing that the door was closed by Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran couldn't help stretching and yawning.

'It's really terrifying'

Mo Xia's chess skills are indeed rising very fast. Even if there is no teacher or opponent, his strength is still growing at an extremely alarming rate, so fast that Jiang Beiran feels that he can't hold him anymore.

Yawning again, Jiang Beiran found that this night was indeed too energy-consuming. After all, mental competitions are often more tiring than physical competitions.

After swallowing a mouthful of incense pills, Jiang Beiran lay directly on the couch and began to sleep soundly.

"Little girl film, are you really not afraid of me!?"

"We are all ghosts, why should I be afraid of you?"

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, let me eat you!"

"Anyway, I'm already dead. You can let me die again, but I won't let me! Just won't let me!"

"Hahaha, little girl, I think you haven't been dead for a long time. Whoever told you that if you die, you can't die again. If I eat you here, you will never have the chance to be reincarnated again. I'm afraid If you do, get out of the way!"

"No, I won't let you, I won't let you hurt good uncle!"

"you!"

...

Hearing the sound of quarrels rising from wave to wave, the sleeping Jiang Beiran slowly opened his eyes and saw two ghosts, one large and one small, floating in the air.

That large female ghost is a very classic image of a female ghost, with fluttering white clothes, fluttering black hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a mouth that has been torn from the corners to the ears.

The female ghost in the trumpet turned her back to Jiang Beiran and couldn't see what she looked like.

At this time, the female ghost found that Jiang Beiran woke up

, and no longer bothered by the trumpet female ghost's obstruction, directly came to Jiang Beiran in an instant, stared at Jiang Beiran with scarlet eyes, and said in a voice that seemed to be relying on Jiuyou.

"I hate it so much!"

"What do you hate?" Jiang Beiran asked, scratching his sleepy hair.

"I……"

The female ghost was stunned. She has scared countless people in her life. She has scared people and passed out, and she has also frightened people with excrement and urine. The most satisfying time for her was that the person did not escape or fainted after being frightened. Instead, he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

This is her favorite.

And it was the first time she had seen someone like Jiang Beiran who asked her back.

'Have you not woken up yet? ’

The female ghost who made the guess controlled her eyes to leave a line of blood and tears, and at the same time twisted her limbs strangely, staring at Jiang Beiran in a terrifying posture with her body facing up and all fours on the ground, and shouted again: "I want to curse you!"

Jiang Beiran lost sleep after listening to it, sat up and said, "Oh? You can still curse, yes, you have some skills, come and come, even though I am an ambassador, I haven't cursed a ghost yet."

"you……"

The female ghost is stunned. She has been in the ghost world for decades, and she has never seen such unruly playing cards. In normal times, even those cultivators will be scared to urinate by her. so calm.

"Curse?"

When the female ghost was stunned, Jiang Beiran asked.

Finding that the other party didn't seem to be a normal person, the female ghost stopped scaring him, and rushed towards Jiang Beiran after making a piercing cry.

"return to."

Just when the female ghost was about to burrow into Jiang Beiran's body, she suddenly felt a powerful mental force attacking, and her phantom-like body twisted frantically, as if it was about to disappear.

"Your Majesty, spare your life, Your Majesty, spare your life!"

The female ghost, who felt that she was about to lose her spirits, repeatedly told her forgiveness.

At this time, another little female ghost flew to Jiang Beiran and asked, "Good uncle, are you not afraid of ghosts?"

'Um? Why is this kid so handsome? ’

Looking at the little girl's delicate face, Jiang Beiran asked, "Why is my uncle afraid of ghosts?"

"Everyone is afraid, there is no one in this world who is not afraid of ghosts."

"Then you are lucky enough to meet one today."

When one person and one ghost were talking, the female ghost was quietly crawling out, and the man in front of him couldn't help but be scared, and the one with strong soul power was hardly like a person.

"Let you go?"

As soon as Jiang Beiran opened her mouth, the female ghost felt another whirlwind, as if someone had struck a bell in her head, causing her brain to tremble.

The female ghost who knew she couldn't get away quickly turned around and kowtowed: "The little ones don't dare, the little ones don't dare, Your Majesty, you have a lot, just spare the little ghost, I promise I will never come to harass you again. ."

Ignoring the female ghost's plea for mercy, Jiang Beiran looked at the other trumpet female ghost and said, "Come on, tell uncle who you are and why are you here?"

"My name is Qingqing! I'm seven years old this year! I came along because I wanted to protect my uncle."

"Then why do you want to protect your uncle?"

"I saw everything you did in Lanruo Temple yesterday, uncle! My brother and I were killed by those big liars, so I'm happy to see my good uncle speak out for us." Oh yes , I should thank my uncle. "

After Qingqing finished speaking, she bowed and saluted: "Thank you, good uncle."

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"Oh?"

Seeing Mo Xia's son in the middle of the belly, Jiang Beiran put the white son he just took out of his hand back into the chess set, and thought about it seriously.

'Huh...huh...'

Seeing his brother thinking seriously, Mo Xia's breathing became rapid, and his fists were already clenched.

"Moxia."

"Yes!" Mo Xia immediately sat up straight and answered when she heard the summons from her senior brother.

"Your hands are getting more and more amazing, not bad."

The so-called inlaid hand is a move that seems to be clumsy, but contains a trick, traps, and is tempting and fooled.

Jiang Beiran knew that Mo Xia often wanted to use his underestimation of the enemy to set up traps in the past, but he said it once.

I thought he would give up this trick, but he didn't expect him to use it better.

Hearing this compliment, Mo Xia didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while.

The happy is naturally praised by the senior brother, but the sad thing is that since the senior brother praised his inlaying hand, it means that he has seen through the game he laid out.

.

'As expected of senior brother... I really don't know how far he can see. ’

"Seventeen of Thirteen, flail."

Jiang Beiran slammed the child out of his eyes with a "pop", and covered Mo Xia's child within his sphere of influence, so that he could not continue to grow or escape.

"Amazing!"

Seeing Senior Brother take this step, Mo Xia couldn't help shouting.

"It's your turn." Jiang Beiran raised his head and said.

"Yes!" Mo Xia hurriedly looked down at the chessboard.

‘Although this hand flail is indeed exquisite, senior brother, I still have a chance of survival. ' While thinking, Mo Xia found a sunspot and dropped it.

"Snapped!"

After more than twenty rounds of offense and defense

, Mo Xia, who was pressed by his senior brother step by step, was almost out of breath, but he was sure that his formation was not in chaos. As long as he resisted this round of offensive, his chance would appear!

After five more difficult rounds, the opportunity Mo Xia was waiting for finally arrived!

'That's it! ’

Looking at the shining [Emergency Place] on the chessboard, Mo Xia almost fell on it like someone who was about to drown grabbing a driftwood.

But when Mo Xia was about to withdraw his hand, he found that the corner of his brother's mouth suddenly twitched.

'Oops! ’

Mo Xia, who was shocked into a cold sweat, immediately understood why his senior brother laughed.

Because that step just now, it was Senior Brother's inlay.

"I...I admit defeat."

Mo Xia clenched her fists and lowered her head, trying her best to keep the tears in her eyes from flowing.

After more than a year, the senior brother is still so strong and impeccable. He has to do everything he can to complete the first hand, but the senior brother is like a child playing with his backhand, and he pushes himself away in a more clever way.

'Too strong... Why can senior brother be so strong? ’”

"It's very good, you really lived up to my expectations." Looking at Mo Xia, who was shaking slightly, Jiang Beiran poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Feeling the aroma of the tea coming to her face, Mo Xia raised her hand to catch the teacup, and replied with a vibrato: "Thank you so much, brother!"

"More of this kind of unwillingness will make you progress faster. How about, do you want another game?"

"Yes!" Mo Xia replied firmly and powerfully, while quickly picking up the chessboard with both hands.

'If this xinxing is used in cultivation, this child may have an unlimited future. ’

It wasn't until the morning that Mo Xia left his brother's hut in desperation. He walked one step at a time and turned back three times. He found that his brother did not intend to accompany him in the next round, so he had to open the door and leave.

Seeing that the door was closed by Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran couldn't help stretching and yawning.

'It's really terrifying'

Mo Xia's chess skills are indeed rising very fast. Even if there is no teacher or opponent, his strength is still growing at an extremely alarming rate, so fast that Jiang Beiran feels that he can't hold him anymore.

Yawning again, Jiang Beiran found that this night was indeed too energy-consuming. After all, mental competitions are often more tiring than physical competitions.

After swallowing a mouthful of incense pills, Jiang Beiran lay directly on the couch and began to sleep soundly.

"Little girl film, are you really not afraid of me!?"

"We are all ghosts, why should I be afraid of you?"

"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, let me eat you!"

"Anyway, I'm already dead. You can let me die again, but I won't let me! Just won't let me!"

"Hahaha, little girl, I think you haven't been dead for a long time. Whoever told you that if you die, you can't die again. If I eat you here, you will never have the chance to be reincarnated again. I'm afraid If you do, get out of the way!"

"No, I won't let you, I won't let you hurt good uncle!"

"you!"

...

Hearing the sound of quarrels rising from wave to wave, the sleeping Jiang Beiran slowly opened his eyes and saw two ghosts, one large and one small, floating in the air.

That large female ghost is a very classic image of a female ghost, with fluttering white clothes, fluttering black hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a mouth that has been torn from the corners to the ears.