As soon as the white-bearded old man finished speaking, the profound practitioners on the side all shook their heads, no one wanted to follow the old man's advice anymore.
This old man's name is Bai Sheng. He has only been playing chess in this area for a few days, but he has already killed all the mysterious people who are good at chess in the nearby Xing and Chen districts.
The chess player who was defeated just now was the most skilled chess player among all the people. Even he had lost ten games in a row to the old man, not to mention the others.
Gambling is strictly prohibited in Sixiang City, but this old man with a white beard is a serious gambler. He also loves playing chess, so he had nothing to do and opened this special chessboard game in a quiet part of the city wall.
Using merit points as a bet, initially, the winning or losing of a chess game was only ten merit points, which was within the tolerance range of the permanent residents of Sixiang City present.
But the white-bearded old man still thought that was not enjoyable enough, and later invented a method called "best-of-three games". The so-called three games determine the outcome. If a person loses once, he will owe merit points first, and if he loses the second
If you win the game, you can erase the last win or loss, but if you continue to the third game, as long as you win the third game, you can get three times the merit points, and if you lose, you only need to pay two
times the merit value.
This kind of gambling sounds very tempting at first, but the old man with a white beard is very impeccable. His chess style is ruthless and his methods are ruthless.
It means winning three games in a row. In the case of winning three games in a row, the losing side will have to pay five times the merit value.
Dozens of people have fallen into the trap of the white-bearded old man, and they have been killed by him without leaving a single piece of them alive. They have lost countless merit points to the old man.
This time, even the most powerful chess player lost, and everyone was in no mood to challenge, shouting to disperse.
The white-bearded old man's addiction to chess had not gone away. When he saw that everyone was about to turn around and leave, he became anxious and shouted: "Hey, don't leave. At worst, old man, I will return your merits to you."
Just when the white-bearded old man was depressed, he suddenly saw a man sitting cross-legged in front of him and said with a smile: "Old man, how about I play a game with you?"
The white-bearded old man blinked and saw the young man in front of him clearly. He looked at Yue Jinghua a few times and vaguely felt that she looked familiar, but he was old and his memory was not very good.
Remember where I saw her.
Although the old man was addicted to chess, he was also picky and would never play dirty chess with a novice. He knew Yue Jinghua was a newbie just by looking at her dress, so he said with disdain: "Go, go, go, no one is old."
You're a little kid with squinty eyes, your lip hair isn't even long yet, and you want to take advantage of me. You look like a newbie at first sight. I'm afraid you don't even have the merit to play a game of chess with me, right?"
"Old man, I have meritorious service," Yue Jinghua was sitting down. She didn't say much and showed the merit ring on her finger. Sure enough, there was a "ten" on it.
The white-bearded old man secretly muttered, "It's weird, why are those little boys from some team already having merit points when they haven't entered the ruins of the Godfall yet?"
"So what if you have meritorious deeds? Do you know what kind of chess this is? This is a chess game of the divine soul. For a kid like you, let alone playing it, just looking at it a few times will make you lose your mind and make you play stupidly.
A few days, go and go, don't hinder the old man while I find someone to play chess with," the old man said impatiently, waving his hand for Yue Jinghua to leave quickly, just like chasing away a fly that doesn't know whether to live or die.
Unexpectedly, just when the old man was impatient, the beast chess on the chessboard made a crisp sound, and a beast chess jumped up and hit a chess piece in the old man's chess formation.
When the two chess pieces collided, the sound they made was not an ordinary crisp sound, but a wave of mental power.
That was the mental power stored in the chess piece by the white-bearded old man and the mental power temporarily stored in the chess piece by Yue Jinghua. Just such a collision made the white-bearded old man's complexion change slightly. Immediately, the trace of innocence in his eyes
Patience was replaced by a touch of excitement.
As if he had discovered a unique artifact crafted by a craftsman, he jumped up excitedly and kept rubbing his hands, "Little baby, you...your mental power..."
The mysterious practitioners who were about to disperse also felt the unusual fluctuations of mental power on Yue Jinghua's body.
Although these mysterious people who gather here to play chess also live in Sixiang City, they are different from ordinary city residents. In addition to possessing mysterious power, they also practice spiritual power.
Mental power has always been ignored or even discriminated against in Canglong Continent. The reason why these mysterious people, including this white-bearded old man, gathered in Sixiang City is to find fellow practitioners who are also proficient in mental power.
What surprised them was that the young man in front of them, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was actually a master of spiritual power.
Yue Jinghua saw everyone's expressions as if they had found a treasure, and she understood in her heart.
She thought for a while and casually said: "I was lucky enough to get a broken book left by the summoner. It taught a method of cultivating spiritual power called...Nine...Yue or something."
When the white-bearded old man heard this, his face flushed, as if he had drunk old wine, "Nine Revolutions to Create the Moon."
"Yes! That's the name," Yue Jinghua immediately echoed. Unexpectedly, the old man also knew the Nine Transformations of the Moon Technique, a magical skill in spiritual cultivation.
While the white-bearded old man was happy, there was a trace of doubt in his shrewd old eyes.
He had never seen Yue Jinghua in Sixiang City, and she was too young, so it was difficult for him to believe that she really possessed the Nine Transformation Moon-making Skill, the supreme skill of the lunar plane.
But if what she said was a lie, how could she, a mere member of the human race, know about the Nine Transformations of Moon Creation Kung Fu, a supreme skill that is only spread on the moon plane?
The white-bearded old man was shocked and doubtful. He hesitated for a long time and then said: "Little boy, are everything you said true?"
"It really can't be fake. Although I haven't learned all the nine-turn moon-making skills, I have learned it after all. If you don't believe it, old man, you can play a game of chess with me." Yue Jinghua took the initiative to invite me to play.
human rules
Same, best of three sets, if I win, the old man will lose a hundred merit points to me. If I lose, I will tell you the first level of the Nine Turns of the Moon Art. How about it, old man?
Are you willing to play three games with me?"
Yue Jinghua's bet is extremely tempting.
But the white-bearded old man felt that there was a hint of conspiracy behind the young man's seemingly harmless smile.
The white-bearded old man hesitated for a moment, and the chess players on the side kept making noises, asking the old man to agree.
In the end, the old man couldn't bear the temptation of the Nine-turn Moon-making Skill, so he nodded and agreed.
The two set up the chessboard and started "playing" chess.