Bai Yue thought he understood Gu Qingfeng's way of playing chess.
He thought that this young man had been using the white pieces to force the old monster Jin's black pieces to change, so that he could use the changes of the old monster Jin to stir up troubles.
It was only after witnessing the fourth one with his own eyes that he realized that this was not the case at all.
The young man's white piece was not forced, not even once. Every change was made voluntarily by Old Monster Jin, and Bai Yue had been watching the chess from the side. He also felt that this should be the move. After passing by, he deduced it again and again to make sure it was not a trap.
, it’s not a trap, and it won’t take advantage of the other party.
There were even several times when Old Monster Jin deliberately gave up the opportunity to change and deliberately messed up the layout. Even so, he still lost.
It was still inexplicable to lose. Even after losing, I was still a little confused and didn't know which step I made was wrong.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is no wrong step, and you feel that every step is wrong.
This is so evil!
It couldn't be more evil.
Neither Old Monster Jin nor Bai Yue had ever encountered such a weird situation.
As for the young man, he was sitting there with his legs crossed and leaning on the pillars of the pavilion leisurely from beginning to end, holding a wine bottle and drinking a small drink, with a smiling expression, very calm and calm.
No!
Not calm or calm.
But it's very casual.
When I played chess, I didn't take it seriously. I just played casually. I didn't pay attention to it at all, as if I never paid attention to Old Monster Jin from the beginning.
"Are you still playing?"
Gu Qingfeng waved his hand and pocketed all the spiritual treasure resources beside Old Monster Jin: "If you don't want to play, then just leave it like this. It's getting late, so go back and rest."
Old Monster Jin no longer has the capital to play anymore, and he doesn't dare to continue playing.
But he was really unwilling to lose so much this time!
Three Xuan-level high-grade spiritual treasures, plus a bunch of spiritual treasure resources, these are already most of his possessions, and they have been accumulated by him for hundreds of years. Some of them almost cost him his life.
Now it's all gone, all in the hands of this guy with golden elixir cultivation.
Old Monster Jin can be considered a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, but he really can't bear to lose most of his fortune in one go.
Seeing Gu Qingfeng getting up to leave, Old Jin suddenly stood up and shouted: "Wait a minute, boy!"
"What's wrong? You still want to bet?" Gu Qingfeng looked at Old Monster Jin up and down and said, "You seem to have nothing to bet on, right?"
"Boy! How dare you look down on me? Just because I don't have it with me, doesn't mean I don't have it at home! You wait here, I will go back and get it now."
"Forget it, small gambling makes you happy, but big gambling is harmful to your health." Gu Qingfeng said with a smile: "Besides, I've won so many games against you that I'm embarrassed to win. Let's play another day when I have a chance."
Old Monster Jin swooped over and stood in front of Gu Qingfeng and said, "No! You have to bet!"
"If you bet again, you will still lose."
"Don't be proud of yourself, kid!"
Old Monster Jin was so angry that his face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Just because I am not your opponent does not mean that the rest of us in Five Color Mountain are not your opponent."
"Oh? Are you from Wuse Mountain?"
"You fucking kid don't even know who I am?"
"I really don't know."
"Okay, kid, if you have the guts, just wait here. I'll go back and ask someone to bet with you right now!"
"Every one of the Nine Jue Lonely Elders in Wucolor Mountain possesses unique skills, and there seems to be one who is proficient in chess. What is his name? Cangsong? Are you planning to call this old man over to bet with me?"
Gu Qingfeng, the Jiujue Gulao of Wuse Mountain, only knew Senior Kumu. As for the other eight, he had met them before, but he had only seen them before and did not know them. As for Cangsong, who was proficient in chess, he had only seen them once or twice.
Just times.
"My master doesn't have the time to play chess with a little brat like you."
"Oh? You are Cangsong's disciple? So you are also one of the Eighteen Swordsmen of Wucolor Mountain? That's disrespectful." Gu Qingfeng smiled and said: "Besides Cangsong, there are many other people in Wucolor Mountain that are difficult to understand.
Who is good at chess?"
"There are too many, just wait here!"
After saying that, Old Monster Jin left quickly without looking back. Before leaving, he asked Bai Yue to look at Gu Qingfeng and never let him run away.
Gu Qingfeng looked at the sky, it seemed to be late at night.
After stretching, he sat back in the pavilion. Looking at Bai Yue opposite him, he kept looking at him with a strange look. Gu Qingfeng smiled and said: "I'm not a little girl. As for you staring at me with such a look?"
Just watch it for me."
Bai Yue's face turned red, and he coughed quickly to cover up his embarrassment, and said: "I, Yuan Shu of the Hunyuan Sect, haven't consulted my little brother yet..."
In order to avoid unnecessary things, Gu Qingfeng just said his surname was Gu.
Generally speaking, this is a kind of impolite and disrespectful behavior, especially when the other party is a senior of Hunyuan Sect. As for Bai Yue, although he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he couldn't say much and just replied politely:
"It turns out to be Mr. Gu."
…
It's quiet at night.
The disciples of Five Color Mountain did not rest, they were still busy with the matter of the Five Color Flowers blooming.
When the five-color flowers bloom, the five-color spiritual veins under the Five-Color Mountain will also change. Just in case, all the formations in the entire Five-Color Mountain have to be re-adjusted. This is the case every year.
But this year is even more different.
In addition to debugging all formations, he also had to help Elder Kumu organize various music scores.
This time is not only the Five Color Flower Party, but also the farewell ceremony for Elder Kumu. After this year, Elder Kumu will live in seclusion in the back mountain and will never be involved in anything from now on. The reason why Elder Kumu will donate the music scores he has collected throughout his life this time
By sharing it with everyone, it can be considered as making some contributions to the music world of the Northwest. After all, the old man was once one of the top music masters in the northwest border area.
now.
In a garden in Wuse Mountain, two women were sorting out a box of ancient music scores for Elder Kumu.
One of the women, dressed in green clothes, has a gentle, touching and quiet beauty, and her beauty is also refined and refined. She is the leader of the younger generation of disciples in Wucolor Mountain, Qingxi.
There is also a woman who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old and looks a little cute. She is her junior sister, Qing Lian.
Both of them are carefully compiling the music score.
Some of these scores are old, some are incomplete, and most of them have to be copied again. Fortunately, after so many days of work, they are almost done.
"Senior sister, do you think that Mr. Grand Master will really live in seclusion in the future?"
Nod clearly.
"Then can we see Grand Master Uncle again in the future?"
"Silly girl, Grand Master Uncle is just living in seclusion, not leaving. Living in seclusion is just not paying attention to the worldly things outside."
"Ah... Then will Grand Master Uncle still take care of our Five Color Mountain matter?"