Nightfall

> .. Jiansheng autumn wind is slightly cold, Ningque lacks face and coolness, wakes up, and finds that her mental state has some problems, because Sangsang's illness has been laboring and terrifying for many days, and his emotions have become anxious and even show signs of rage . .5㈠ο.

In the autumn rain of Honglian Temple, when he tore the piece of flesh from Longqing's neck, he once felt the violent and terrifying state of mind, knowing that if it was really controlled by this emotion, it would be difficult to recover from the sinking abyss.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and let the moist breath in the cool autumn wind moisturize the dry lungs, and the noble qi then raised his body, forcibly suppressed the dangerous violent impulse in his state of mind, and decided to master Qishan Before curing the disease for Sang, don't take trouble for a while.

As for the warning signs that Fang Fang raised in his mind, Ning Quexin thought that after all, he had just entered the realm of destiny, maybe it was only an illusion caused by the days of anxiety, or that he hoped it was only an illusion.

He lowered his arm, the sharp arrow cluster no longer faced the Fang Fang, and then accused the bow string of his hand to loosen slowly, accompanied by a slight microstructural disturbing sound, which was no longer as frightening as the collapse of the mountain cliff.

With this action, countless sighs and exhalation sounds were simultaneously sounded on the Shiping beside the mountain stream. I did not know how many practitioners had been reluctantly controlling their breathing, and they were extremely nervous.

Ning Que looked at the slightly wet ground facing the iron arrow and said, "As long as I don't stop me from going up to visit Master Qishan, in fact, I can show enough respect to the Xuankong Temple or Buddhism, even if it is false."

The monk watching the sea smiled bitterly, thinking that if the stalemate was finally resolved, why bother to say such a sentence, comfortingly said: "Although the family teacher rarely sees guests, but since he is out of the customs, why can't he see the 13th Brother. "

At this moment, the old monk in yellow clothes next to the chessboard of the stone table said sharply: "The truth is the rules. Although you are a descendant of Brother Qishan, you are not qualified to disobey my rules."

The sea monk was speechless for a while, thinking that the rules would be fixed by man after all. What kind of identity is Mr. Thirteen in the Academy, and what is the status of the bright daughter in the carriage, do they even have to break three games? "

The old monk in yellow looked at Ning Que's voice slightly and said: "The Academy is so powerful, but an iron arrow can make my Buddhism retreat without a fight. However, I said earlier that Ke Haoran A steel sword in the waist can break into the Washan Mountain. I admit that he has the ability to break the power of my Washan rules. If you want to break this rule, you must show it to me, the old guy. I want to see it. , The person who entered the academy today. Is it as cold-hearted as his predecessors, killing people without blinking! "

Ning Que confirmed that the retired old monk of the Lanke Temple had an old complaint with the uncle Xiaoshi, but only regarded the old monk cultivation as the realm. Uncle Xiaoshi had no such person in his eyes when he broke into Washan Mountain. He could not help shaking his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that the elders of the school were too strong and it was really not a good thing. In the end, these old professions would fall on the children of future generations.

He flicked the bow and clanked, thinking silently that he would eventually take the old path of Uncle Xiao?

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

Ning Que knew that she was worried about herself, so she didn't want to have conflicts with Buddhism again. She smiled and said, "Where would you play chess, and this kind of thing is too exhausting and bad for your health."

Sang Sang's voice passed through the car window and sounded again: "Young Master. I can play chess, and I think it is very interesting to play chess.

Listening to Sang Sang's words, Ning Que suddenly remembered the scenes common in gambling in the Weicheng wine shop, as well as the earnest requests of the two brothers before leaving the college. Can't help moving.

Immediately he laughed at himself and thought he was thinking too much.

Lanke Temple is famous for its chessboard. This legendary game of three games is naturally extremely difficult. The former Nan Jin country player did not lose his mind for a long time. Even if Sang Sang may be somewhat able on the chess road, where can he break the game?

He shook his head and said, "Autumn wind is so bone-thin, don't you come out."

If it is usual, Sang Sang will not argue with him in front of outsiders, but for some reason today, she seems a little stubborn, saying: "I just watch it in the car, please ask the mountain girl to help me play chess pieces."

Ning Que did n’t know what had happened in the car before, listening to Sang Sang ’s name, from the mountain owner to a bookworm and then to a mountain, it is inevitable to guess what it means, and since Sang Sang said so, it must have been obtained With Mo Shanshan's consent, he really didn't know how to refuse this time and said, "Then try it."

Then he added: "If you feel tired, don't stop, we'll try again."

Listening to this, the sea monk smiled bitterly, and the abbot of Lanke Temple showed dissatisfaction, but he did not dare to make accusations. The old monk in yellow next to the stone table chess game sat back on the stone bench indifferently.

The horseshoes sounded slightly, the wheels made of steel rolled against Shiping, and the black carriage left the stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream silently, and came to the stone table under the big green tree to stop.

Dozens of straight lines were carved on the stone table, which became a natural chessboard. Those lines penetrated deeply into the stone, but they appeared extremely smooth, which should be caused by the people who play chess.

The branches and leaves of the big green trees cover the autumn sunshine over the Washan Mountain. There are more than 100 pieces on the chessboard. They are silent in the wind and shadows of the trees. They seem to be scattered, but there is a different meaning in the meantime.

The white-haired Nanjin country player had frowned and thought for a long time on the side of the stone table. He held a white **** in his hand, but he never fell. Looking at the chessboard situation, he hadn't walked out of the first one.

If the path of Yiqi is deep, sitting naturally and wandering between the mountains and rivers, forgetting the things in the world, this Nanjin chess master is thinking hard about how to crack this residual game, and he has no idea what happened at the previous stream, Even the arrival of Ning Que and Xuankong Temple monks didn't pay much attention.

Now that the black carriage arrived, there would naturally be no seat for the Nanjin chess player next to the chessboard. A Nanjin official stepped forward and asked him to leave the stone bench. The Nanjin chess player was feeling that he saw a glimmer of light, and was suddenly disturbed. He suddenly became furious, pointing at the official, swearing and grieved.

The autumn wind lifted the curtain, and Mo Shanshan in a white dress walked off the carriage, came to the stone table, and performed a junior gift to the old monk in yellow. Then he sat on the stone bench and said, "I will replace Sang Sang Can girls play chess? "

The old monk in yellow didn't say anything, and he asked for it.

The carriage curtain was raised. With Sang Sang's small face showing, she looked at the seemingly scattered pieces on the stone table chessboard, and her eyes grew brighter.

The black carriage was lateral under the big green tree, and the window where Sang Sang was facing the mountain stream, so the practitioners on the Shiping could not see her, only the yellow monk could see it.

The yellow-faced old monk was taken aback when he looked at Sang Sang's dark black face, pale and haggard due to his weakness. Unexpectedly, the rumored daughter of light. It was such an ordinary girl.

Previously, the old monk in yellow clothes was not good at Ning Que's words. Sang Sang had no good feelings for him, and his eyes did not stay on the old monk's face for a moment. Just quietly looked at the stone table chess board.

For some reason, Sang Sang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she spoke cautiously. Carefully whispered, "What are the heads of this remnant chess game?"

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

Bookworms didn't expect Sang Sang to ask if the game of remnant chess had a lottery, and could not help being speechless.

The most disappointing is of course the old monk in yellow clothes. He began to preside over the three games of Washan a few decades ago. I have seen many players with amazing chess power, but this is the first time he has heard someone ask what Caitou is.

This is a chess game that condenses the wisdom of the rotten monks and monks, and this is the solemn test required to meet the elders of Qishan. In the eyes of this little girl, it is no different from those in the broken gambling game!

The old monk in yellow was a little shocked, and suddenly produced infinite anger, thinking that even this little girl was the bright daughter of the Xiling Temple. How could one humiliate Ke Temple so much that Ru Shuang's face did not answer Sang Sang's question at all.

Sang Sang looked at the expressions on Ning Que and Mo Shanshan's faces, and looked at the old monks in yellow clothes as if they were mourning, and they knew that this question was really wrong and could not help feeling ashamed.

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The practitioners returned to the big green tree. Excitedly preparing to watch the game, they naturally dared not get too close to the stone table chess board. But they all have a state of being, and they can clearly see the pictures on the chessboard.

Although they can't see the true face of the bright girl from their perspective, today they can witness the first shot of the bright girl in the world. Even if the shot is a chess piece, they are still very excited.

Not everyone in the natural field is interested in this game. At least the monk in the Xuankong Temple in the Buddha's temple cannot go to watch his little maid play chess just after being neglected by Ning Que.

The buddha moved lightly, and Qu Nimadi led the ascetic monks of the lunar kingdom. Under the guidance of the abbot of Lanke Temple, he passed the stone table and headed towards the stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream.

Ning Que turned and happened to meet Lu Chenjia's gaze.

Lu Chenjia's eyes were very calm, and some of the calm was abnormal, just like the remaining snow in the wilderness meadow, about to die but still extremely cold.

Even Ning Que, who was accustomed to life and death, had a strong chill caused 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 master who lives on it can live?"

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

The old monk in yellow frowned and said, "These guests are all Buddhism, why can't they live?"

"Buddhist disciples can live, why can't I? Princess Chenjia believed in Buddha at an early age, but then went to Tianyuyuan to worship and worship Haotian. Is this also the same as your Buddha?"

Ning Que turned to look at the old monk in yellow and said, "You said that the rules are alive, is that what it means? I have never heard of such a shameless rule in my life, and the college does not accept it."

Then he went on to say: The rules must be followed by everyone. I will ignore the monks in your rotten temple, but as long as they are from other temples, whether it is the White Pagoda Temple or the Hanging Temple, we ca n’t pass before we cross the bridge. . "

There was silence again.

Qu Nimadi looked at Ning Que with resentment. Ning Que was like not seeing it, just looking at Fang Fang.

Although he no longer tried to risk killing the monk in the Hanging Temple, he was still vigilant. Instead of letting the other party go uphill first, it was better to let the other party stay in his own vision and cope with it.

The monk's shadow in Verbiri waved his hand ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The Buddha came down.

Ning Que frowned slightly.

At this moment, the shouting of the Nanjin chess player suddenly sounded beside the stone table chessboard.

The call contained extremely complex emotions, surprise, anger, and then regret.

It's like a Confucius who saw a country cook in Yanbei Mountain actually used only three hours and dared to bring Xiong's paw out to his guests. The knife cut off the head of a horse thief, and the blood and flesh of the cut were vague and there was no way to count military power for silver.

"How can it fall here! Will your little girl play chess!"

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(Sorry, the writing is difficult, and finally written into God, forgot the time, later, look at the name of such a wordy style chapter, forgive me. The third chapter will definitely be there, but dare not say time See you later.) To be continued ..