Chapter 4819

Looking into the lonely boat, there was nothing else in the shape of a chess board and two red and green Taoist robes.

But Jian Wushuang didn't start, but arched his hand and said, "old Sir, thank you for your kindness, but we don't go forward to bother because we are on different roads."

"It doesn't matter. Although the destination is different, we can move forward together during this time, and our two old guys haven't chatted with outsiders for a long time." The old man in the red Taoist robe smiled, and then the chess pieces between his fingers fell on the chessboard.

Facing this repeated invitation, Jian Wushuang was a little wary.

"It's better to save some energy to deal with the situation that may occur next, isn't it?"

After saying these words, the Taoist priest stopped talking, but concentrated on playing chess with another Taoist priest.

The sword that was originally vigilant was unparalleled. Instead, he was relieved, and his body shape then fell into the lonely boat.

The kind old Taoist was absorbed, and he fought with another unsmiling old Taoist on the chessboard, and he didn't care to chat with jianwushuang and others.

"My Lord, it's so beautiful here." Xiqingchi was behind him and couldn't help but exclaim softly.

But Jian Wushuang didn't talk to her. After coming to the boat from his body shape, his eyes were all on the chessboard.

This is a strange game of chess.

There is no sunspot on the whole chessboard, and the two old masters are all white ones.

Half a game has passed since the white boys killed each other.

He wondered, are all white children, how can the two masters identify who is the enemy?

Are they all stinky chess baskets with poor chess skills, like the ancestors of the universe who once had divine power?

Even though the sword is unparalleled, which is worse than Feng tianlaozu playing chess, he still doesn't know it, but carefully observes this chess game.

Soon, he was shocked.

Because he couldn't understand anything, the two white boys stopped, and he couldn't even distinguish between the enemy and us

But Jian Wushuang's heart is clear. These two old masters' chess skills can never be wild fox Zen like him, nor like Feng tianlaozu, who only knows how to block holes after several chaotic periods. They are not mediocre hands, but real masters.

Although the sword matchless can't distinguish the enemy and us of the two white sons, he can see the offensive of the two old ways.

The old chess player, who seems to have a kind face, is fierce as if he is covering the top. He likes to be surrounded and eat.

However, the old Taoist who didn't speak and didn't smile from beginning to end, instead, his chess posture was gentle, not impatient, and slowly tried to figure it out.

Moreover, this chess game is only half. When the unsmiling old Taoist priest stopped, the kind old Taoist priest was immediately very upset.

"No, how can you lose?"

At this time, looking at a fresh cleaning pool, he couldn't help but say, "it's really strange that playing chess should be black and white. How can you distinguish it with the same chess pieces?"

Hearing the words, the kind old Taoist also relieved his originally annoyed look, turned around and looked at the washing pool, "you are also interesting, you are so sincere, and you are a good seedling of practice."

"My piece is black and white, but only one color. That's because I'm waiting for a predestined person to have a try with a sunspot."

Xiqingchi chuckled, "don't you have to bring your own chess pieces to play chess with you?"

The kind old Taoist smiled and shook his head, no longer talking, but turned around and confused the full set of chess pieces, "come on, another game, another game."

Another old man, who had not opened his mouth for a long time, finally said, "come back? You have nothing to pressure me, you know?"

"Come on, this game is uncertain who wins and who loses. Hurry up." The amiable Taoist priest put on a good posture and started a new round of fighting.

Jian Wushuang didn't speak, staring at the new round of chess.

But soon, a similar scene was staged again, and the fierce kind old man was defeated again.

"It shouldn't be. How come I lost again." He scratched his head and looked worried.

A touch of pride appeared on the cold faced Taoist's face, "old man, you lost again. Say it, what are you going to mortgage to me?"

The kind old Taoist priest looked sad, stretched out his hand to look around, and soon looked at Jian Wushuang like asking for help, "little friend, can you lend me something and mortgage it to that old thing, and the old Taoist priest will double return it at that time."

“……”

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth and finally said, "what?"

"Anything is OK. Make a good relationship." The kind old Taoist looked at him and said.

Since it was anything, Jian Wushuang thought for a moment and took out a pill with a strong breath from Najie.

"Please stretch out your hand and rub the pills for one or two." The kind old Taoist smiled.

Although it was a little strange, Jian Wushuang did it anyway, and then handed him the pill that had been rubbed by hand.

The kind old Taoist bowed and threw the pill to the cold faced old Taoist, "get out of here."

The cold faced Taoist priest caught Dan Maru and stuffed him into his arms. He got up and gave up his seat.

"Little friend, while there is still some time, how about we kill a game?" The kind old Taoist also got up and posed for him.

Holding his arms, the sword standing by was stunned.

This kind of invitation is a public punishment for a rotten chess basket who can easily defeat even the emperor.

"Well, I'm not good at chess, so I won't come forward and make a fool of myself." Jian Wushuang smiled and waved his hand again and again.

The kind old Taoist smiled and said, "it doesn't matter. The worst thing is to block a hole. The old Taoist can take one or two."

Under such an invitation, Jian Wushuang couldn't refuse any more, so he had to bite the bullet and take his seat.

"Little friend, although this piece is only one color, it has its own changes. Only those who play chess can watch it." He smiled and pointed to the pieces in the chess box.

Slowly spit out a muddy breath, Jian Wushuang pressed his finger into the chess box, took out a white son, and then fell on the star position.

Baizi is as white as jade without any change.

The kind old man's eyes have been watching the settled chess piece closely, but there is no change. A touch of loneliness and disappointment flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

But soon he returned to normal, and Zhizi and Jian fought unparalleled.

And this chess game, which can predict the outcome before it starts, naturally ended in an unparalleled defeat in a moment.

"I lost." Jian Wushuang smiled helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, little friend, if you practice diligently in the future, you will be able to compete with me." The kind old Taoist stroked his beard and laughed.

Jian Wushuang waved his hand and didn't speak. They met and walked together by chance. It's very unlikely that they want to see each other again after leaving.

The kind old man then said, "I owe my little friend something. If I see you again in the future, I will double it."

Although a pill is a treasure, it is no different from ordinary things for jianwushuang, so he doesn't plan to take it back one day.