salted fish soaring

Lonely mountain alone pavilion.

The mountain wind blew Song Qianji's long hair and sleeves.

His skin was fair, and when he was drunk, a thin layer of red appeared.

The aroma of fruit wine in the nasal cavity, the shining galaxy above the head, and the chess game in the valley below.

On such a good night, Song Qianji leaned against the mottled pavilion pillars, feeling floating in the clouds, ups and downs.

The girl in the yellow skirt twitched her lips: "If you really understand, why don't you sign up to play and earn a leader, instead of drinking alone?"

"I won't play, I want to drink!" Song Qianji muttered.

The girl frowned.This drunk is unreasonable, why don't you knock him out yourself and wake him up after the chess game is over, lest he talk drunk and disturb the master.

Chess ghosts brazenly shout "know chess" in front of them, which is tantamount to asking for a sword competition at the door of a sword god.

Don't know what to do, don't know how to live or die.

She walked up to the drunk, just raised her hand, and suddenly met a pair of clear snow-like eyes——

As soon as the starlight shines, it sparkles and creates waves, just like the sparkling spring water filled with Yaoguang Lake.

It is also like the sea under the moonlight, boundless as far as the eye can see, containing everything.

Such a temperament is extremely disproportionate to the arrogant and drunken words he uttered.

He said: "Go to April and Three, ha, free supper! It's not as good as 'Ping Wuba'!"

The laughter is not loud, but it is very light and comfortable.

The girl came back to her senses, saw that he had changed the move for White, subconsciously looked at the board, and silently calculated this move.

Really know something, mediocre hands, no merits and no faults.It may not be more subtle than Li Ergou's 'Go to Four Three'.

She couldn't help but sneered: "'Go to Sisan' can still hold on to the city, if you go to 'Ping Wuba', I will kill you to go to 'Shang Qisan'!"

She was a little annoyed after she finished speaking.

After all, I, Liying, is also a disciple of the chess ghost. Although I am not personally taught, what can I compete with a drunk?

Isn't it embarrassing for Master?

Song Qianji reported another step without thinking.

Liying's complexion changed slightly: "Just now I was careless, I missed a move, but you can't beat me at all! I advise you not to provoke me to make moves, lest you get lost in the game and suffer the consequences."

When monks play chess, they often use their spiritual sense to calculate and deduce, and arrange troops.Those with weak spiritual consciousness and exhausted computing power may experience dizziness, chest tightness and nausea, and vomiting blood and coma in severe cases.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "What if I win?"

Li Ying said angrily: "If you really win, I can call you Grandfather; if you lose, you have to kneel down and kowtow, and call me good aunt! Enter Liu Er!"

She accepted Song Qianji's words and slammed down hard.

After finishing speaking, I remembered to look at Master's face. Seeing that Master's expression was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't mean to blame her at all, he couldn't help but become more courageous.

She has been in good times since she was a child, she doesn't know suffering, she is lively and innocent.I am used to seeing so-called geniuses who want to take chess ghosts as their teachers, but I always feel that they are nothing more than that, so I inevitably feel a little complacent and arrogant.

Song Qianji was noncommittal, and only responded with a step.

The mountain pavilion is far away into the clouds, and the sound in the valley can't be heard at all, but there is a clear and clear sound of falling in Liying's heart.

It was her blindfold game with that drunk.

She was determined to convince the other party, and her moves became more and more ruthless.

Since Song Qianji entered the pavilion, the two of Gu Zhong have left forty sons, each with his own gains and losses.

Zhao Lin was furious, and Li Ergou jumped up and down.The chess viewing table was brightly lit, and the spectators sometimes exclaimed and sometimes sighed.

The two people in the booth also said forty sentences.

The girl's voice is as mellow as an oriole, but sometimes rushes and sometimes hesitates.

Song Qianji's voice was drunk and loose, no matter how the other party charged and besieged, there was always a smile.

Fifty steps later, the inextricable situation suddenly changed, and Yun Potian was startled.

The girl's pretty face was slightly pale, she turned her head suddenly, and stared at Song Qianji in surprise:

"You, whose disciple are you?"

Song Qianji raised his head, took a sip of fruit wine, and sighed contentedly: "I am an outer disciple. Ping Sanjiu!"

Liying didn't believe it, this person was dressed in simple and plain clothes, but the purple jade wine jar in his hand was priceless.I don't know where he came from.

The computing power is extraordinary, the chess moves are isolated, and they are silent and unknown.

When did this figure appear in the world of comprehension?

Still not convinced, she closed her eyes and calculated.

Counting a hundred paces away, the forehead is dripping with sweat, and the bangs are wet, and thousands of possible changes are overlapping and marching in the sea of ​​consciousness at the same time.

After an unknown period of time, the vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard suddenly twisted and deformed, tightly entangled her, and the white piece fell down like a boulder on the chest.

It was difficult to breathe for a while, and the eyes were dark.

"Snapped!"

At the end of the road, when she was sinking into the darkness, someone suddenly patted her on the back.

The palm was light and effortless, but it was like a giant knife falling from the sky, cutting the boulder in his chest in an instant.

"There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky, Xiaoli, you should know this time, right?"

The old man sitting in the pavilion said lightly.

"Master!"

The girl opened her eyes, and saw the stars in the sky, and the silver light leaked to the ground; the deacon in the valley turned on the lamp, the lights were brightly lit, and there were many figures.

A kind of trance of the rest of life surged up, making her nose slightly sour, as if she had been greatly wronged, "Thank you, Master!"

The old man opened his eyes: "Go to September [-]th."

He took over Heizi and took over the endgame, but he didn't look at Song Qianji, his face still had a certain tired look on his face.

But once the son is settled, the skillful hands will produce flowers, and the clouds will see the moon.

Song Qianji shook his head, and said vaguely: "Beat the young one, the old one came. The young one is stupid, the old one is sick, why should I come here?!"

"You are bold!" Li Ying stopped, still panting.

"It's okay." The old man smiled instead.

Liying stared at Song Qianji, thinking that Master had just been slapped by the book sage, and there was nowhere to vent his depression, so the strike must be heavy.

If you foolishly send it to your door, you can only be considered unlucky.

But he saw that the drunk was about to speak, but stopped suddenly, as if he had calculated the strength of this move.

His smile disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a kind of awe-inspiring loneliness between his eyebrows.

He suddenly shouted: "Good time! Go to Baliu!"

The sound shook the sea of ​​clouds, and the mountains and forests were rustling.

Liying was startled and became nervous for no reason.

The spring breeze blew, and the fragrance of wine filled the air, making Song Qianji's face even more blush.

The eyes of the old man Furui Wubo gradually gathered a sharp look.

Li Yinger listened to the blind chess and thought of making a move, but saw the two people fighting for a hundred steps, you come and go, at one time the black pieces are like dragons, rushing out of the sky, and at other times the white pieces are like a river, rushing endlessly.

The more she listened, the more frightened she became, she didn't dare to count too much, she took out a notebook and a small regular script pen from the storage bag, and concentrated on recording the chess records of the two.

She still felt that tonight was extremely absurd. When the master was disheartened, a drunk broke in, and it turned out to be a drunk with excellent chess skills.

Master once said that enduring illness and suffering will surely bring blessings.Could it be reported today?

The crowd at the chess viewing platform suddenly burst into cheers, shaking the heavens and the earth.

People flocked to the valley, chanting the famous game.

It seems that in the final game of the chess test, the winner of Li Ergou or Zhao Lin has been decided.The leader of the chess test has been determined.

But in the pavilion in the sky, who cares?

Intoxicated by the spring breeze, Song Qianji staggered, took two steps forward, and looked at the old man's face.

The old man's eyes were radiant, like the deepest vortex in the Dead Sea, trying to suck people's souls away.

His spine was as straight as a sword, and he was completely different from the one who sat withered just now.

Song Qianji thought to himself, this uncle looks haggard and thin, but he is in good spirits.

Are you not sick?

Then I'm welcome.

"Go to [-]. Fly!"

Dropping at the focus intersection point of the Chinese character "日" is called "flying".

Liying's heart was shocked, this person seemed to look down on the world while drinking softly.

She seemed to really see the goshawk fighting the sky and soaring into the sky.

The chess ghost frowned: "Go to Jiu Er, stop!"

A high mountain was pulled out of thin air, cutting off the flying eagle.

Song Qianji stood on the star position on the chessboard, wanting to move away.

The sunspots with round sides jumped up one by one, turning into mountains and approaching him.

Wanshan came to stop him.

Song Qianji's sleeves fluttered wide, and the five fingers of his right hand were spread out.

"Sa-"

A long sword pierced through the air.

A piercing sword light flew out, the mountain collapsed, and the black stone shattered.

With a long sword in hand, who can stop me?

Song Qianji slashed down with a sword, the sword energy soared into the sky, and a big river fell from the sky!

He stepped on the waves, and the monstrous white waves rolled and galloped with the momentum of his sword.

The black mountains rose again, and each mountain was taller than the other, splitting the sky and the earth, and cutting off the river.

Song Qianji was almost knocked over, and he manipulated Baihe to pass through it, and the sound of roaring water was deafening.

The sky shook, and countless huge sunspots fell, like a rain of meteorites, hitting him on the head.

Song Qianji waved his sleeves, and thousands of white waves rose up under his feet.

When the long sword is swung, the bright sword light is divided into ten parts, from a hundred to a thousand, and finally becomes a thousand swords all at once.

The black meteorite was pierced by the sword, shooting out tens of thousands of white lights, falling apart.

More meteorites fell, densely filling the entire sky.

The sun and the moon have no light, and everything is dark.

There is only a long white river with endless vitality.

Song Qianji has forgotten the chess game, the mountain pavilion, and everything.

He bullied mountains and chased seas, and slashed swords against the sky.

The sky collapsed, and the meteorite shattered.

The ground subsides, and the great river collapses.

……

Song Qianji opened his eyes with a faint expression.

The mountain pavilion is still the same, the spring breeze is still the same, and the stars are quietly falling on the bosom.

He gradually regained consciousness.

The old man laughed loudly: "Happy!"

His eyes are bright, burning like the fire of life, returning to his prime.

"I haven't set up an array for a long time," he said.

If you use it at ordinary times, but do it conveniently, you can't call it a battle.

"Maybe I won't hold a sword for a long time." Song Qianji praised: "What a powerful array technique."

The chess ghost said: "What a ruthless sword technique!"

They looked at each other and smiled.

Liying was stunned: "Who won?"

The chess record she wrote came to an abrupt end, and the two of them had settled down.

"Reincarnation calamity, there is no winner or loser." The chess ghost said.

Li Ying was stunned.

Even if the master doesn't use his spiritual energy and uses a chessboard as a formation in the sea of ​​consciousness, is there anyone in the world who can break out of the master's trapped formation?

The chess ghost asked in a deep voice: "Young student, your family has been ruined and you have a bloody feud?"

He thought, if you have revenge, I will avenge it for you.

Song Qianji said, "I don't."

"You bear the burden of humiliation, have you suffered a great injustice?"

If you have a grievance, I will also avenge it for you.

"Me neither." Song Qianji shook his head.

The chess ghost was stunned: "Then you are so young, why are you so ruthless in your swordsmanship?!"

Song Qianji hiccupped: "I can't help it."

This sentence is endless.Liying was extremely puzzled and curious.

The chess ghost saw that the other party seemed to have difficulties, so he stopped asking questions, and only said:

"Whose family are you a descendant? Who did you study under?"

"Without a teacher and no school, you can learn by yourself." Song Qianji said.

"Why self-study?"

"As for the……"

Song Qianji's mind suddenly became blurred. It has been many years since he went to the desperate place to get the piano score, and learned how to play chess when he was trapped.

He was too lazy to say much, but just now, he had grown close to this Mr. Chengsha, so he said in a long and short way:

"To put it bluntly, it's just for a woman."

This answer shocked everyone in the pavilion.

Song Qianji was also surprised.

He thought, with my chess skills, I thought I was a master if I could walk out of the tomb of the mighty King Qianqu alive and take away his treasured piano scores.

But tonight, he couldn't win a sick old man, so he could only draw and draw.

Your uncle's.King Qianqu, you really can't do it!

Sure enough, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.Your uncle will always be your uncle.

He dared not say that he "knows how to play chess very well".

There is no limit to learning, of course only a little.