Seeing Mo Xia's piece falling in the middle, Jiang Beiran put the white piece he just took out back into the chess holder, and for a rare moment he began to think seriously.
'Huh...huh...'
Seeing his senior brother thinking seriously, Mo Xia's breathing became rapid and his fists were already clenched.
"Mo Xia."
"Here!" Hearing his senior brother's summons, Mo Xia immediately sat up and replied.
"You're getting better and better at inserting your hands, not bad."
The so-called "embedded hand" refers to a trick that is performed in the final stage. It may seem clumsy, but it actually contains a strategy, setting up traps and tempting people to be fooled.
Jiang Beiran knew that Mo Xia had often tried to use his mentality of underestimating the enemy to set up traps in the past, but he told him once.
I thought he would give up this method, but I didn't expect that he would actually use it better.
Hearing this compliment, Mo Xia didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a moment.
Of course he was happy because he was praised by his senior brother. But he was sad because since his senior brother praised his hand, it meant that he had seen through his trap.
.
'As expected of a senior brother... I really don't know how far he can see.'
"Thirteen of seventeen, shackles."
Jiang Beiran dropped his son on the outside of his eyes with a "pop" sound, covering Mo Xia's son within his own sphere of influence, making it impossible for him to continue to breathe or escape.
"Amazing!"
Seeing his senior brother take this step, Mo Xia couldn't help but shout.
"It's your turn." Jiang Beiran raised his head and said.
"Yes!" Mo Xia quickly lowered his head and looked at the chessboard.
‘Although Senior Brother’s hand shackles are indeed exquisite, I still have a glimmer of hope.’ While thinking, Mo Xia took out a sunspot and dropped it.
"Snapped!"
After more than twenty rounds of offense and defense, Mo Xia, who was pressed hard by his senior brother, was almost out of breath, but he was very sure that his formation was not in chaos. As long as he could resist this round of offensive, his chance would be
Will appear!
After five more difficult rounds, the opportunity Mo Xia had been waiting for finally arrived!
'That's it!'
Looking at the [Emergency] shining brightly on the chessboard, Mo Xia almost dropped the piece like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.
But when Mo Xia was about to take his hand back, he found that the corners of his senior brother's mouth suddenly and slowly raised.
'Oops!'
Mo Xia, who was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat, immediately understood why his senior brother was laughing.
Because that step just now was exactly what the senior brother had done.
"I...I give up."
Mo Xia clenched her fists and lowered her head, trying hard not to shed the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
After more than a year, the senior brother is still so strong that he has to use all his strength to complete a move, but the senior brother is like a child playing, and uses a more clever way to push him away with his backhand.
‘It’s too strong... why is senior brother so strong?’”
"It's very good. You really lived up to my expectations." Looking at Mo Xia, who was trembling slightly, Jiang Beiran poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Feeling the aroma of tea hitting his face, Mo Xia raised his hand to catch the tea cup and replied with a trembling voice: "Thank you so much, senior brother!"
"More of this unwillingness will make you progress faster. How about you, do you want to play another game?"
"Yes!" Mo Xia replied firmly and forcefully, while quickly picking up the chessboard with both hands.
'If this character is used in cultivation, this child's future may be limitless.'
It wasn't until morning that Mo Xia left her senior brother's hut with great reluctance. She walked back three times every step of the way and found that her senior brother really had no intention of accompanying him in the next game, so she had to open the door and leave.
Seeing the door being closed by Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but stretched and yawned.
‘It’s really a scary life’
Mo Xia's chess skills are indeed improving very quickly. Even without a teacher or an opponent, his strength is still growing at an astonishing speed, so fast that even Jiang Beiran feels that he can no longer suppress him.
Yawning again, Jiang Beiran found that this night indeed consumed too much energy. After all, mental competition is often more tiring than physical competition.
After swallowing a chewing pill, Jiang Beiran lay down directly on the couch and began to fall asleep.
"Little girl, are you really not afraid of me!?"
"We are all ghosts, why should I be afraid of you."
"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, if you let me, I'll eat you if you don't!"
"Anyway, I'm already dead. How can you make me die again? No way! You just won't let me!"
"Hahaha, little girl, I think you haven't been dead for long. Who told you that you can't die again after you die? If I eat you here, you will never have the chance to be reincarnated again. I'm afraid
If so, get out of my way!"
"No, I won't let you, I won't let you hurt your good uncle!"
"you!"
…
Listening to the loud quarrel, the sleeping Jiang Beiran slowly opened his eyes and saw two ghosts, one big and one small, floating in the air.
The large female ghost is a very classic female ghost image, with flowing white clothes, flowing black hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a mouth with two corners torn to the ears.
The female ghost in the trumpet has her back to Jiang Beiran, so she can't see clearly what she looks like.
At this time, the female ghost noticed that Jiang Beiran had woken up, and no longer cared about the obstruction of the trumpet female ghost, she instantly came to Jiang Beiran, stared at Jiang Beiran with her scarlet eyes, and said in a voice that sounded like Lai Jiuyou.
"I hate it so much!"
"What do you hate?" Jiang Beiran asked, scratching his sleep-tangled hair.
"I……"
The female ghost was stunned. She had scared countless people in her life. She had scared people to the point of fainting, and she had also scared people to the point of excrement and urine. The most satisfying one was when the person did not run away or faint after being scared.
Instead, he kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.
This is her favorite.
This was the first time she had seen Jiang Beiran ask her such a question.
'Is it possible that you haven't woken up yet?'
The female ghost who made the guess controlled her eyes to leave a line of blood and tears. At the same time, she twisted her limbs strangely, stared at Jiang Beiran in a terrifying posture with her body facing up and her limbs on the ground, and shouted again: "I want to curse you!"
After hearing this, Jiang Beiran suddenly lost his sleepiness. He sat up and said, "Oh? You can also curse. Yes, you have some skills. Come and come. Although I have been cursed by ghosts, I have never cursed."
"you……"
The female ghost was confused. She had been in the ghost world for decades, and she had never seen her playing cards so unconventionally. Normally, even those practitioners would be scared to death by her. How could she be like this one?
So calm.
"Did you curse it?"
When the female ghost was confused, Jiang Beiran asked.
Realizing that the other person didn't seem to be a normal person, the female ghost stopped scaring him and directly let out a piercing cry before rushing towards Jiang Beiran.
"return to."
Just when the female ghost was about to penetrate Jiang Beiran's body, she suddenly felt a strong spiritual power coming, which shocked her like a phantom and twisted her body crazily, as if she was about to disappear.
"Your Majesty, have mercy on me, Your Majesty, please have mercy on me!"
The female ghost felt that she was about to lose her soul and begged for mercy again and again.
At this time, another little female ghost flew next to Jiang Beiran and asked: "Good uncle, are you not afraid of ghosts?"
‘Huh? How come this kid is so pretty?’
Looking at the little girl's delicate face, Jiang Beiran asked: "Why is uncle afraid of ghosts?"
"Everyone is afraid. Who in this world is not afraid of ghosts?"
"Well, you're lucky, you met one today."
When one person and one ghost were talking, the female ghost was crawling out quietly. The man in front of her couldn't help but be scared, and her soul power was so strong that she didn't look like a human being.
"Let you go?"
As soon as Jiang Beiran opened his mouth, the female ghost felt like the world was spinning again, as if someone had struck a bell in her head, causing her brain to tremble.
Knowing that she couldn't leave, the female ghost quickly turned around and kowtowed: "The little one doesn't dare anymore. The little one doesn't dare anymore. Your Majesty, you have a lot of them. Just spare the little ghost. I promise I will never harass you again."
.”
Ignoring the female ghost's begging for mercy, Jiang Beiran looked at the other small female ghost and said, "Come, tell uncle who you are and why you appear here?"
"My name is Qingqing! I am seven years old this year! I followed you all the way because I wanted to protect my uncle."
"Then why do you want to protect your uncle?"
"I saw everything uncle did at Lanruo Temple yesterday! My brother and I were killed by those big liars, so I was very happy to see my good uncle speak out for us." Oh, by the way.
, you should thank uncle."
After Qingqing finished speaking, he bowed and said, "Thank you so much, good uncle."
"oh?"
Seeing Mo Xia's piece falling in the middle, Jiang Beiran put the white piece he just took out back into the chess holder, and for a rare moment he began to think seriously.
'Huh...huh...'
Seeing his senior brother thinking seriously, Mo Xia's breathing became rapid and his fists were already clenched.
"Mo Xia."
"Here!" Hearing his senior brother's summons, Mo Xia immediately sat up and replied.
"You're getting better and better at inserting your hands, not bad."
The so-called "embedded hand" refers to a trick that is performed in the final stage. It may seem clumsy, but it actually contains a strategy, setting up traps and tempting people to be fooled.
Jiang Beiran knew that Mo Xia had often tried to use his mentality of underestimating the enemy to set up traps in the past, but he told him once.
I thought he would give up this method, but I didn't expect that he would actually use it better.
Hearing this compliment, Mo Xia didn't know whether he was happy or sad for a moment.
Of course he was happy because he was praised by his senior brother. But he was sad because since his senior brother praised his hand, it meant that he had seen through his trap.
.
'As expected of a senior brother... I really don't know how far he can see.'
"Thirteen of seventeen, shackles."
Jiang Beiran dropped his son on the outside of his eyes with a "pop" sound, covering Mo Xia's son within his own sphere of influence, making it impossible for him to continue to breathe or escape.
"Amazing!"
Seeing his senior brother take this step, Mo Xia couldn't help but shout.
"It's your turn." Jiang Beiran raised his head and said.
"Yes!" Mo Xia quickly lowered his head and looked at the chessboard.
‘Although Senior Brother’s hand shackles are indeed exquisite, I still have a glimmer of hope.’ While thinking, Mo Xia took out a sunspot and dropped it.
"Snapped!"
After more than twenty rounds of offense and defense, Mo Xia, who was pressed hard by his senior brother, was almost out of breath, but he was very sure that his formation was not in chaos. As long as he could resist this round of offensive, his chance would be
Will appear!
After five more difficult rounds, the opportunity Mo Xia had been waiting for finally arrived!
'That's it!'
Looking at the [Emergency] shining brightly on the chessboard, Mo Xia almost dropped the piece like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.
But when Mo Xia was about to take his hand back, he found that the corners of his senior brother's mouth suddenly and slowly raised.
'Oops!'
Mo Xia, who was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat, immediately understood why his senior brother was laughing.
Because that step just now was exactly what the senior brother had done.
"I...I give up."
Mo Xia clenched her fists and lowered her head, trying hard not to shed the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
After more than a year, the senior brother is still so strong that he has to use all his strength to complete a move, but the senior brother is like a child playing, and uses a more clever way to push him away with his backhand.
‘It’s too strong... why is senior brother so strong?’”
"It's very good. You really lived up to my expectations." Looking at Mo Xia, who was trembling slightly, Jiang Beiran poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Feeling the aroma of tea hitting his face, Mo Xia raised his hand to catch the tea cup and replied with a trembling voice: "Thank you so much, senior brother!"
"More of this unwillingness will make you progress faster. How about you, do you want to play another game?"
"Yes!" Mo Xia replied firmly and forcefully, while quickly picking up the chessboard with both hands.
'If this character is used in cultivation, this child's future may be limitless.'
It wasn't until morning that Mo Xia left her senior brother's hut with great reluctance. She walked back three times every step of the way and found that her senior brother really had no intention of accompanying him in the next game, so she had to open the door and leave.
Seeing the door being closed by Mo Xia, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but stretched and yawned.
‘It’s really a scary life’
Mo Xia's chess skills are indeed improving very quickly. Even without a teacher or an opponent, his strength is still growing at an astonishing speed, so fast that even Jiang Beiran feels that he can no longer suppress him.
Yawning again, Jiang Beiran found that this night indeed consumed too much energy. After all, mental competition is often more tiring than physical competition.
After swallowing a chewing pill, Jiang Beiran lay down directly on the couch and began to fall asleep.
"Little girl, are you really not afraid of me!?"
"We are all ghosts, why should I be afraid of you."
"Okay, I'll give you one last chance, if you let me, I'll eat you if you don't!"
"Anyway, I'm already dead. How can you make me die again? No way! You just won't let me!"
"Hahaha, little girl, I think you haven't been dead for long. Who told you that you can't die again after you die? If I eat you here, you will never have the chance to be reincarnated again. I'm afraid
If so, get out of my way!"
"No, I won't let you, I won't let you hurt your good uncle!"
"you!"
…
Listening to the loud quarrel, the sleeping Jiang Beiran slowly opened his eyes and saw two ghosts, one big and one small, floating in the air.
The large female ghost is a very classic female ghost image, with flowing white clothes, flowing black hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes and a mouth with two corners torn to the ears.