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At the beginning of the Xu Dynasty, the lights in the soul and building were brightly lit, and the sound of silk and bamboo was endless.

As soon as Meng Fuyuan stepped into the Soul and Building, a girl came forward on his back foot, saying that the landlord had been waiting for a long time, Meng Fuyuan subconsciously gathered the sleeves of his clothes, hidden inside were hidden arrows and poisoned silver needles. Nine is not needed, but I always feel more at ease with it.

Meng Fuyuan followed the girl and went up the wooden vermilion-colored stairs. The stairs had a bend. Meng Fuyuan saw the girl's brisk steps in front of him, and her steps were not stained with dust. He probably was a chivalrous man with strong martial arts and kept his secrets. Meng Fuyuan stepped closely Then, after a while, the girl stopped walking, and Meng Fuyuan looked up——

It turned out to be Zhemeiju.

The afterimage of Mrs. Zhemei being stunned on the bed by Yan Yuanbai's silver needles yesterday flashed in his mind, and Meng Fuyuan suddenly felt uneasy, feeling as if he had fallen into the other party's well-designed plot. In the trap.

The girl pushed the door open with her bare hands.

When Meng Fuyuan entered, the door was slammed shut by the girl. Meng Fuyuan even felt that there would be a sound of locking the lock in the next moment, but fortunately, Meng Fuyuan thought too much, and saw a person standing outside the screen, wearing a bright red and tacky big-sleeved shirt. Underneath is a dark crimson straight train and deep clothes, with a tall and slim figure.

It was Mr. Zhemei yesterday.

Before Meng Fuyuan could speak, Mr. Zhemei put his fists together, bowed to Meng Fuyuan, and said in a calm manner: "Master, we meet again."

Meng Fuyuan's voice was cold and stern, with a sneer on his face, "Tell me, should I call you Mr. Zhemei, or should I call you Master Hun and Lou?"

Mr. Zhemei laughed coquettishly, cupped his hands and said: "I didn't intend to conceal it, please forgive me. I am referring to solitude, with a single character. As for what the owner should call me - the owner can call me whatever he wants, it's just a code name." , I am me, and have nothing to do with these code names."

Meng Fuyuan didn't have the time to listen to the nonsense Yu Qiran said, but there was only one doubt in his heart, that is, what is he going to do?

Meng Fuyuan didn't respond to Yu Ziran's words, and the latter didn't feel that he was boring himself. He walked behind the mica screen painted with two-color plum blossoms, and Meng Fuyuan could only follow, but this time Meng Fuyuan noticed that Zhemei Juli didn't light incense.

Even so, Meng Fuyuan couldn't help but hold his breath, fearing that he might be caught in the mist again and fall down twice in the same pit.

"The owner doesn't have to hold his breath, I didn't release the ecstasy incense this time." Yu Ziran said bluntly, "I lighted the incense last time just to test the owner, whether I really want to have fun when I come to this soul and building. Or—don’t have any plans, if you really come here for fun, then the owner should be happy, after all, the distinguished guests who come to my building are full of praise for this scent that can add to the fun.”

Meng Fuyuan thought to himself that his next step would be to ask himself why Yang Qi tied up Miss Xingshuang, but he didn't expect that Yu Qiran waved his sleeves, as if helping to remove the dust from the bent-legged and waisted stool, and then sat down leisurely. made a "please" gesture.

Sitting opposite Yu Lairan, Meng Fuyuan saw a square mahogany table with nineteen mulberry chessboards about one fist high, hollowed out in the center, and a round mulberry chess box hidden under the chessboard.

Yu Qiran took out the mulberry wooden box, lifted the lid of the carved wooden dragon and put it aside, twisted a white chess piece and held it in his palm. The white jade chess piece brought a chill, and said with a smile: "Master, let's play first." How about a game of chess?"

Meng Fuyuan asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

"I just want to learn chess skills with the owner."

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I'm not good at chess, so there's no suspense about winning or losing a game with me."

"That's okay." Yu Qiran took the lead to drop a son, then looked up at Meng Fuyuan and said with a smile, "Master, please."

Seeing Meng Fuyuan's slow refusal to settle the son, Yu Yuran smiled brightly, "Don't worry, the owner, whether you win or lose, it will not affect the lives of Miss Yang and Mr. Lu. It's just to pass the time. There is a burden."

Only then did Meng Fuyuan put down his chess piece, and there was a dead silence all around, which made it clear that the sound of Mo Yu's knocking on the mulberry wooden plate was crisp and clear, Meng Fuyuan's mind was not on the chessboard in front of him, since Yu Qiran said that winning or losing is meaningless, Meng Fuyuan also played absent-mindedly.

So it didn't take long before I saw that the jade chess pieces had been placed halfway across the chessboard. On the chessboard, the black dragon and the white dragon were entangled and strangled inseparably.

Yu Lonely left another son leisurely.

"The chessboard has nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, a total of 360 eyes, and the extra eye means Tai Chi. The universe is so vast, but all living beings are insignificant. The four corners of the chessboard are comparable to spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the years are similar. The world is always impermanent. Two-color chess pieces are comparable to day and night. It is fleeting, like a fleeting moment, but it can grind the will of the worldly beings, turning people into those, walking corpses—" Yu Ziran suddenly sighed, shaking his head and said, "The game of chess is like life, the ancients never deceived me, a game, victory The one who wins is the king, the one who loses—"

Yu Lingran seemed to have thought of something, lowered his head and smiled lightly, and then continued: "The loser will be criticized by thousands of people, and will be stigmatized for thousands of years."

"The owner lost."

Yu Qiran said another word, and then pulled away from the state of self-satisfaction just now, and returned to the appearance of a bright and presumptuous smile at the beginning, "It's almost time, the owner will go to the dungeon with me."

Seeing that Meng Fuyuan was silent, Yu Ziran said again: "I let the owner in, the owner doesn't have to pretend he doesn't know about the dungeon. Besides, those two young masters are still in my hands, the owner has no choice now. "