There are many ways to gamble, ranging from fighting between two ants to fighting crickets, cocks, and dogs, to throwing dice, pot throwing, Pai Gow, Liu Bei, etc. in an authentic gambling house.
Uncle Yang Huaizhong, who was born in the sect of a certain Supreme Elder in Zilin Peak and was fond of gambling all his life, took on Xin Zhuo's first big gamble.
With thousands of disciples from various peaks and people from the entire Black Valley watching, Uncle Yang had reason to feel that it was not appropriate for two people to lie on the ground and fight crickets. Playing dice or Pai Gow would be too elegant and not heroic enough, so he waved his hand. , decided to play Go with Xin Zhuo!
Go player Lan Keye is elegant and elegant without losing the spirit of gambling!
Win or lose in one round!
Xin Zhuo readily agreed.
Of course, this Go game is not a small chessboard, but a heaven and earth chessboard, a huge stone covering an area of three acres, with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines carved out by a sword, and the 361 pieces are all crystal clear black and white jade.
At this moment, the two of them were standing facing east and west, surrounded by a dense crowd of disciples and elders from all peaks. This group of professional practitioners had a long lifespan, generally living nearly two hundred years. Naturally, there were many people who knew the way of chess, and they started playing for ten. He is divided into two parts: one is witnessing the incredible chess skills of Master Yang, a gambler, and the other is watching how Xin Zhuo wins and loses.
The cold wind blew from the abyss of the sea of clouds not far away, blowing Master Yang's messy long hair and starched robe. He narrowed his eyes and used a calm voice, as if narrating his unruly life:
"Life is like chess, chess is like life, fame and fortune are as light as pieces of paper, worldly affairs are like new chess games, and all the worries are in your mind. This is the only way to compete. Master nephew, I won't hold back. You need to be careful!"
There was no expression on Xin Zhuo's face, but his thoughts were aroused in his heart, and he sighed softly: "Yes, life is like chess. Uncle Yang, what I am playing is not chess, so you must be careful!"
In the crowd not far away, Jiang Yuwei, the most beautiful woman in Baimiao Peak, had been staring at Xin Zhuo. Her eyes were red for no reason at this moment. She didn't know the meaning of Xin Zhuo's words. She just felt sentimental and looked at the female disciple next to her. A confused look on his face.
After listening to Xin Zhuo's words, Uncle Yang felt that it seemed to be slightly higher than his own. This was unacceptable. He couldn't help but look up to the sky with a hint of loneliness on his face: "The heaven and earth are vast, the red dust is rolling, my heart..."
"Don't worry, let's play chess!"
Xin Zhuo interrupted neatly. You are a bad gambler hiding in the corner, and the truth you tell is worthless.
Uncle Yang was startled for a moment, nodded, and simply said: "Okay!"
He waved his hand and shot out a strong anodic energy, which wrapped up a sunspot and landed in the chess game with a "pop".
Xin Zhuo's five fingers on his right hand feinted, and the aura of extreme Yang became more powerful, wrapping up a white streak and falling down.
The words "black and white" fell one after another, and the people around who knew chess couldn't take their eyes away.
The duel scenes between the two were also sent to the Xuantian Palace in Xuantian Peak and the Sword Lord Palace in Jianjian Peak for review and observation.
"No wonder Yang Huaizhong would choose Lan Keqi. This junior brother Yang is the monkey spirit. He doesn't dare to underestimate Xin Zhuo. His chess skills are his best gambling method!"
Chu Daguo, the self-proclaimed wise man of Heqing Peak, stood up and reviewed the two-person chess game floating in the air in the hall, and looked at everyone: "Can you tell, who is the master of Junior Brother Yang's chess skills?"
Yu Zhuji frowned and said, "You can get close enough, jump at extremely fast speeds, and look at the overall situation. It's weird and unpredictable. Du Ruqing, the chess ghost from three thousand years ago!"
Song Tianxing asked: "So, how about Xin Zhuo?"
He doesn't quite understand.
Chu Daguo thought for a moment and shook his head: "Obviously he can do it, but it's not organized and without the guidance of a famous teacher, it will be very difficult to win against the Holy Hand!"
Li Hanzhu said: "Since it is difficult to win a game, it makes people confused about what Xin Zhuo is going to do."
Yu Zhuji sneered: "No matter what plan he made, he lost this round completely, and his plan will also come to nothing. After all, nothing can be done if he loses!"
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"What kind of chess game did Xin Zhuo play? Although I don't understand chess, I can see that he is not as good as Old Ghost Yang!"
Standing at Jianfeng Peak, Ma Feng, the third elder, looked at the review in front of him, frowning and sighing.
The fourth elder Sang Tu looked at the review and shook his head and said: "I don't understand Xin Zhuo's thoughts. He has good talent, good combat power, and is a master of arithmetic. He is already a master.
But it’s impossible for him to cover all the various gadgets in Hei Gu, right? How can he win, and what if he wins? "
Then he looked at Liu Qingfeng: "Senior brother, I feel that Xin Zhuo is going to lose!"
"Can't lose, his chess skills are better than mine..."
When Liu Qingfeng said this, he coughed slightly. In fact, he had never played Lan Keqi in his life.
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"Xin Zhuo's sticky technique is quite remarkable. It perfectly destroyed Uncle Yang's plan, but... it's not enough!"
In a cliff cave five miles away from the Black Valley, eight people, Shen Huansha and Bai Zong, were also laying stones on the ground.
"Xin Zhuo has no hope of winning. Losing may only happen in an instant!"
Ye Liang shook his head, put his hands behind his back and looked at the chess game in the distance. Suddenly his eyes widened and he said in shock: "Is this okay?"
Shen Huansha and Bai Zong looked at it together and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
…
In the Xuantian Palace, a group of sect senior officials were waiting for the news of Xin Zhuo's defeat.
"Master, fellow masters!"
Three disciples who were always transmitting news about the game suddenly rushed in in a panic, breathing rapidly: "The hand of God, the son of ultimate death!"
"Sure enough, Xin Zhuo lost!"
Yu Zhuji chuckled and said: "It is not easy for him to lose to the successor of Chess Ghost and persist for such a long time at his age!"
"No, it's not Xin Zhuo..."
A disciple took a breath and said, "The loser is Master Yang. Xin Zhuo first changed the situation of both sides with a divine hand, and then made a decisive kill. Master Yang was completely defeated!"
The smile on Yu Zhuji's face disappeared. Song Tianxing, Li Hanzhu and Chu Daguo were stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Quickly review!"
The three messenger disciples immediately recovered the god's hand.
A group of peak masters and elders couldn't help but fell silent when they saw it. It's not that Xin Zhuo is not good at chess. This kid took one move and looked at ten moves. He kept making plans to trap Yang Huaizhong. From the moment Yang Huaizhong dropped the first piece, he was plotted by him. Damn it, the last son turned the situation around, which can be called the hand of God.
The three disciples then replayed the final victory.
All the peak masters and elders were completely silent.
What kind of brain does this kid have that he is so proficient in everything?
…
"oops!"
Standing in the Jianjun Palace of Jianfeng, a group of elders could not help but be stunned as they watched the complete chess game being replayed.
"Is this okay? This Xin Zhuo..."
Sang Tu looked at Liu Qingfeng fiercely, "Is he playing with Junior Brother Yang?"
Junior wife Chu Siniang covered her mouth and chuckled: "This little guy Xin Zhuo is so bad, Junior Brother Yang's mentality is about to collapse!"
"Don't panic! It's a small scene!"
Liu Qingfeng closed her eyes, "I already know the ending!"
"Tip..." Bai Jiansan and Su Liuli lowered their heads and endured very hard.
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Black Valley, chess game scene.
The watching disciples from all directions were also in a state of confusion, staring at the chess game in complete silence. They were really stunned by Xin Zhuo's two backhand moves!
"call--"
Yang Huaizhong's eyes were blood red, his long hair was flying, and he looked like a madman. He gritted his teeth, "Impossible, what rank am I, and what rank are you? How did you do it? I don't accept it, come again!"
"Uncle Yang, your mind is already messed up. Even if you play ten more games, you still can't win. I told you, you are playing chess, it's just about winning or losing one game. What I'm playing... is not chess!"
What I am playing is to choose the heir to the headmaster, and this is my damn life, Xin Zhuo. Your winning or losing is just winning or losing, and my winning or losing is the dignity of having an equal dialogue with those people who have great realms and play games!
I was beaten countless times in chess games in my previous life, but my computing power is ten times higher in this life!
Xin Zhuo bowed his hands and turned to leave.
Thousands of people watching silently looked at his back, and suddenly realized that he was indeed not playing chess, he was playing with the entire sect.
Uncle Yang, you did not lose unjustly!
When the wind blew, Xin Zhuo's long hair was flying in the distance, his voice was loud, and he said with a free and easy smile:
"Song Da worships, here comes the wine!"
