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Chapter 5 The Mysterious Supreme

After he left, there hasn't been a decent overlord for many years, and this young man named Situ Aoyu gave him some hope. There are basically traces of his men south of the Yangtze River. He once pointed out that

A young man, and in return, the young man seemed reluctant to occupy the big cake of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. This is what Yan Qianyu values ​​​​, otherwise he would not try to start from here.

"Situ Aoyu." Yan Qianyu muttered, remembering this name in his heart. The person who can make the former underworld emperor say it in one sentence must have something special about him, and he must be that person.

"If you want to play a game of chess with that kid, I think you will definitely play the Chinese chess game." Chu Batian said, showing a look of expectation. He was really looking forward to the showdown between Yan Qianyu and Situ Aoyu.

, the same youth, the same restrained brilliance, who is the winner and who is the destroyer, it can be regarded as a classic showdown.

"If the foundation is not stable, if he doesn't take action first, I will never take action first." Yan Qianyu shook his head. He would not be so arrogant that he thought he was invincible. The overlord of the south

Not an easy bone to chew on.

Yan Qianyu's words made Chu Batian nod with satisfaction, "At present, it seems that you are falling behind in this game of chess. Strike first and strike second, both have the same purpose. If you are willing, I

I can do some cheating for you."

After all, Yan Qianyu is his sworn brother's son, and he can also be considered his nephew. Helping his relatives but not taking care of him is Chu Batian's advantage and disadvantage. He doesn't want to see his nephew die before he leaves the army.

Maybe Chu Batian still doesn't know what kind of strength this nephew has in his hands. Just one of the famous "Skynet Four Skills" can scare many people. As soon as Skynet comes out, the game will be lost.

It's interesting, so Yan Qianyu won't be interested in Skynet now.

"I prefer those who come last to take the lead, so Qian Yu appreciates your kindness, uncle. As for how far I can go in the future, many people are looking forward to it, including my father who is far abroad, right?"

Yan Qianyu did not accept Chu Batian's kindness. As he once said to his father, he cherishes the country he has won more. Even if he falls behind in this chess game, he will not feel panic. After all, he has already

After setting up this chess game for two years, he will not give up easily.

Seeing the determined look in his nephew's eyes, Chu Batian couldn't say anything else. The only thing he could do was to give this nephew more useful information now, especially the generation in Jiangsu and Zhejiang he was most familiar with. But when necessary,

He will still help his nephew.

Because this is a game with heaven and earth as the chessboard and all living beings as the pawns, his nephew cannot afford to lose! He doesn't want to see what happened to his sworn brother happen again to his son.

While Yan Qianyu was learning about the situation of various forces in Jiangsu and Zhejiang from this uncle, in a simple but not luxurious villa in Shenyang in the northeast, two special people were staring blankly at the chessboard in front of them.

Go, an ordinary pattern with nineteen jumpers horizontally and vertically, and a total of 361 intersections, reveals the connotation of a chess player. Faced with the unpredictable positions of the chess pieces in the chess game, a player has

A little silver-haired middle-aged man sighed to the young man in front of him: "The young man is terrible, he is really much better than that bastard from my family."

"Uncle Qin's chess skills are also unpredictable. I really admire him from the younger generation." The young man with an elegant temperament said without being arrogant or arrogant. He did not change at all because of the praise of the middle-aged man in front of him.

"It's really an honor for Haoran to have a friend like you. I think the purpose of why you came to me can be seen in your words." The middle-aged man sighed, and without any more nonsense, he pointed out the situation in front of him with one sentence.

The purpose of the young man's visit was to look at the young man's calm expression with a smile.

"Now that uncle has seen it, I think you also want to know how our current development is." The young man did not deny the purpose of coming. He wanted to use their prospects to attract the man in front of them to help them.

With one hand, you can get through the difficulties at hand.

"Let me ask you something, who is the Supreme in your mouth?"

The middle-aged man asked the question he had always wondered in his heart. How could this mysterious Supreme make his incompetent son so obsessed with him? He really wanted to meet this person whom his son called a myth.

"Some things are boring if you know them."

The young man shook his head and did not answer the middle-aged man's question, but showed a look of vicissitudes of life. He, a wise man who had always been hidden in the world, believed that his choice was right.

"Oh? You don't even want to tell me this. You are already playing a big game now, and it won't be of much use to come to me. Haoran should have told you that there is no solution to this game."

The middle-aged man had known that asking was in vain, and looked at the change in the young man's face with a smile. However, what disappointed him was that he, who had seen countless people, could not tell what the person in front of him was thinking.

"There is a solution to this game of chess." The young man shook his head and did not agree with the middle-aged man's point of view.

"What's the explanation?"

The middle-aged man looked curious. He did not believe that this chess game in Shenyang had a miracle of resurrection. If the development of the boy named Duan in Yunnan relied on his own strength and a place that was out of reach, then here

There was absolutely no advantage over them. However, he believed that the young man in front of him would not make rash assertions, and what he said would naturally make sense.

" wait."

The word "wait" in the young man's introduction made the middle-aged man even more confused. He thought that his grasp of the situation was as good as others, but the fearless expression of the young man in front of him made him uneasy.

"Supreme?" After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man answered the mystery in his heart. He thought that apart from the mysterious Supreme, he couldn't think of anything else to wait for.

"good."

Seeing the young man opposite him nodding, the middle-aged man became even more curious about the Supreme Being. Knowing that he couldn't ask anything about the Supreme Being, he could only take a step back to understand. "What kind of person is he?"

"A person whose chess skills are not as good as mine on the surface, but who hides them deeply."

The young man seemed to recall the scene when he met the Supreme Being for the first time. The feeling of sympathy made him, a person who had not been involved in the world, trample on the vows he had made.

Supreme, I hope you will not disappoint me. Otherwise, I will be very sorry for my heroic feat of breaking my vow to be born. And he is a hermit who does not want to get involved in the world of mortals.

The middle-aged man knows that his chess skills are not as good as those of the young man in front of him. He has a calm mind, a calm approach to things, and a personality that is neither arrogant nor impetuous. This is his evaluation of the young man in front of him. Faced with this young man with a well-established reputation, he

Feeling powerless.

But what surprised him even more was the Supreme in his mouth, a person whose superficial chess skills were not as good as his own, but whose hidden abilities were very deep. What kind of person was that? The middle-aged man looked down at the criss-crossed chess pieces on the chessboard in a daze. It seemed that he was still in a trance.

While recalling the tit-for-tat confrontation between them just now.

If Yang Yi's concealment can be regarded as miraculous work, then the supreme concealment is called natural harmony by Yang Yi.


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