There are more than a thousand black and white pieces on the chessboard.
I don't know when, white stones have occupied a piece, swallowing black stones, ten, a hundred...
Qin Xuan's face remained as usual, and his fingers moved.
Wu Zhuo's face was already ashen.
If at first, what he said was a slap in the face.
Now, he is probably bruised and swollen.
"How is it possible, how is it possible, how can he reverse this disadvantage?"
"It must be the infinite chessboard that allowed him to exhaust himself to such an extent that he could reverse the outcome!"
"That must be the case. If the chessboard is only of normal size, he will definitely lose!"
Wu Zhuo murmured in a low voice, as if he was finding a way out for his mistake.
"That boy from the Shengtian Sect, please keep your voice down, don't disturb this saint while she is watching the chess game!" At this moment, the chessboard was at the critical point of victory. The black and white pairs were almost even.
Wu Xianben concentrated his energy to watch, but was disturbed by a small voice in his ear, and glared at Wu Zhuo fiercely.
On the chessboard, Qin Xuan was still making moves in a leisurely manner.
Reversing the outcome seems to be a matter of course, just a matter of time.
From the beginning to the end, there has never been any attack. If this chessboard is a battlefield and the black and white twins are soldiers, then Qin Xuan's chess game is your sword and my sword, attacking and retreating in an orderly manner.
But even so, Qin Xuan suddenly reversed the outcome and swallowed several times the sunspots.
Only in this way can it appear terrifying.
Su Xuan's indifferent eyes were already filled with incredulity.
From the very beginning when Qin Xuan made a move to now, she was watching every move, and every move was very normal.
But with hundreds of pieces here, Heizi has been defeated.
"How did he do it?" The saint replayed Qin Xuan's previous moves in her mind, as if she wanted to get a glimpse of its true meaning.
On the other hand, Tianxu looked even more shocked.
"Young Changqing, if you don't cultivate the formation, it will be a great loss to the cultivation world of formation cultivation!" He murmured in a low voice.
Only he could see clearly that the black ones were still swallowing the white ones.
However, the white piece swallowed by the black piece was done intentionally by Qin Xuan.
Wasted black stones swallow up useless white stones, but put black stones into trouble.
It's like two soldiers attacking each other, each with a sword, but what the black man attacks is only the skin and bones of the white man.
But once Bai Zi drew his sword, it struck directly at the vital point, the heart and throat.
With the same sword, how can it be the same?
The way of chess and the way of formation are interoperable. Only Tianxu, who is the descendant of the Formation Immortal, can see this.
As time goes by, there are no more black stones on the chessboard, and all the white stones are visible.
In the Miaoqing Tower, there was a sound of piano music, as if celebrating Qin Xuan's victory.
Qin Xuan stood up slowly. He looked at the chessboard and shook his head slightly.
I remember that when he was in the fairy world, he often played chess with others for several days and nights. Naturally, he was the loser every time.
He is not good at chess, but he easily won the chess test at Miao Qinglou.
There is no other, because the person who played chess with him in the fairy world was the incarnation of the way of heaven.
Game with the sky!
When Qin Xuan won, a king shouted angrily and swept away the chessboard in front of him.
He turned to look at Qin Xuan, his face full of bitterness.
Every chessboard was different. He only lost less than twenty pieces before being swallowed up by the black pieces.
At this moment, Wu Zhuo had no shame in continuing to watch. He walked to a table and sat down, and began to break the level.
Su Xuan glanced at Qin Xuan lightly, looked at Qin Xuan, said nothing, and continued to break the barrier.
Qin Xuan naturally ignored Su Xuan. He glanced at Wuxian and others and slowly
He opened his mouth and said, "You can go and break the barrier while I go get the piano!"
In a word, the entire Miaoqing Building seemed to have fallen into a dead silence.
A group of people stared at Qin Xuan, their expressions extremely ugly.
They broke through the barrier just for the wonderful painting and the Phoenix Wood Thunder Musical Qin.
It's good for Qin Xuan. He has already passed the second level and obtained the third-grade wonderful painting. If he takes the Huangmu Leiyinqin again and they pass the level, what's the use?
Or is there a second phoenix wood thunder piano in this Miaoqinglou?
What everyone couldn't accept the most was Qin Xuan's indifferent, relaxed tone, as if he was searching for something.
It seems that the Huangmu Leiyinqin has already been in his hands.
"As you wish!" Even Tianxu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and use "you" to express his protest.
Is it necessary to hit people like this?
Qin Xuan ignored it and walked directly towards the phoenix wood thunder piano.
The third level is to enjoy the way and win through music.
If its sound is recognized by Miaoqinglou, you can get the Huangmu Leiyinqin.
"Hey, Qin Changqing, you don't have an instrument in your hand, why don't you let me lend it to you?" Wuxian shouted. The third level is music. The rules of the assessment are all on the stage and everyone present knows it.
"No need!" Qin Xuan said calmly, he stepped onto the high platform and sat behind the Huangmu Leiyin Qin.
His eyes fell behind the Phoenix wood thunder harp, and he looked at the three-fret harp quietly.
Finally, Qin Xuan slowly closed his eyes, as if his whole person had turned into a rock.
Wuxian and others below looked at each other in confusion. Tianxu glanced at it and spread his hands and said: "I have nothing to do, so it doesn't hurt to try this second level!"
"The young monk may not be able to win if he is not good at chess, but he might as well give it a try!"
When Wuliang opened his mouth, he walked to the table first and began to place pieces on the chessboard.
Everyone below was also making moves, some were sweating profusely, some were frowning, looking at the chessboard.
too difficult!
Even Su Xuan frowned, looking at the chessboard, unable to figure out even half of it, and the white piece in her hand could not fall for a long time.
They saw that it was easy for Qin Xuan to break the chessboard, but when it came to themselves, they realized how difficult the chessboard really was.
Suddenly, someone stood up suddenly.
"It's not broken anymore. This chessboard is simply difficult to play. He must be lucky!" Someone stood up and looked at Qin Xuan behind the Huang Mu Lei Yin Qin, with jealousy flashing in his eyes.
Su Xuan paused slightly and looked at the man, "Wu Zhuo, since he can break it, why can't you? Such a state of mind is inferior!"
"Saint!" Wu Zhuo hesitated, his face turned red with anger, and finally he sat down with a depressed look on his face.
He looked at the chessboard and wished he could smash it into pieces with one punch.
At this moment, on the high platform, Qin Xuan finally slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Phoenix Wood Thunder Musical Qin.
He is also not good at playing the piano. He likes to listen to music, but never plays the piano.
In his memory, there are only a few piano music.
But what he remembers most deeply in this life is Longchi Mountain, where people come to visit it every year.
Ten fingers fell on the green string, and quietly, music began to play in everyone's ears, like a lover's whisper, talking about his joy, joy, past, remembrance, memories...
Qin Xuan's lips could not help but open slightly.
Rising with the sound of the piano, the sound is as magnetic and calm.
“When I first met you, I was with you at a cold window;
When I meet you again,
You are unparalleled in the world!"
His eyes were lowered, as if he saw the woman holding the harp in Longchi in the past.
From Shaohua to Baishou, this music was played every year.
On the phoenix wood thunder harp, the sound of the harp scatters in all directions, like a heartfelt complaint and hurt feelings.