A great player who has been immersed in chess for decades once said that chess is like life, it all depends on
"Acting" skills. one
The word "act" is broad and profound, encompassing a lot. Playing chess is the best way to hone one's mind. With a square chessboard, every square inch can be covered with a flick of the finger. The overall arrangement and the control of the situation are rehearsed over and over again in the mind. Over time, one becomes like an actor. Generally speaking, practice makes perfect in interpreting what you want to express.
Naturally, he would not chase Bilanpo in the middle of the night. At the moment, he was aware that the enemy was hiding, and the situation was uncertain. Who knew whether the other party was setting up an ambush on the retreat route to lure the enemy deeper.
In addition, there are those helpless maids and old ladies behind him, and he would not be at ease if he left these people alone late at night.
Watching Bilan Po's figure disappear into the night with vigilance, he turned around and entered the kitchen with confidence at midnight.
In the kitchen, Qi Moyan sat languidly against the wall. How could the maids, servants and old ladies around him have seen such a fight?
Everyone was frightened and uneasy. Even the younger housekeeper Qi Yuan was at a loss. There were several younger girls who were already overwhelmed by Qi Mo Yan's feeble words.
"Ouch" I was so frightened that I started to cry. At this moment, Qi Moyan showed off the acting skills he had honed over the past thirty years in the treacherous ways of the chessboard. He was so pretentious that he almost fooled him even three times a night.
"Can you...can you let me see Yuan You one last time? I will die without regrets." Qi Moyan knew the seriousness of his injuries at midnight. He was just injured by an external force. The kitchen door panel offset most of the force for him. , let alone life-threatening, even the internal organs were not injured. How could he not guess his fancy thoughts in the middle of the night when he looked so weak?
At first, when I saw him acting like this in the middle of the night, I thought the matter was urgent, and I didn't investigate accurately in my desperation. But after hearing such a request, I understood something. At that moment, I said angrily: "It's okay if you mean it, my sister is not in the city. I can't take you to find her right now. Look how scared you are of these little girls. Get up quickly and act like a city lord, okay?"
"I want to see Xia You." Qi Moyan was still lifeless and his tone was weak, really like the look of a dying person on his deathbed.
Ye Sangen was too lazy to talk to him anymore. He waved his hands to the maids and servants and said, "Go and do what you are supposed to do. Ignore him. I will pay your monthly salary if he dies." Ye Sangen knew him. Among people, apart from the two great monks, Mountain and Water, he was most annoyed by Qi Mo Yan.
Among these three people, the two great monks have lived in the temple since they were young. They do not count as fasting and pray to Buddha every day. They are not very smart in the past thirty years. Except for their little junior sister, it is the Taoist saint. Teacher, apart from Panshan Ye Wangfu, there are not many people outside who have the most contact. In this way, it is reasonable to say that the mind is immature, and the mentality of a child who is forward-looking and careless in doing things can also be understood.
Ye Mulin, who also has some knowledge of Buddhist teachings, once said that these two great monks had hearts as white as paper to reveal the true nature of the Buddha.
But Qi Moyan was completely different from the two great monks. Playing chess can not only cultivate one's overall control and decision-making ability, but also test one's adaptability and grasp of the current situation. The most important thing is to temper one's character. When playing chess, it is extremely important to test one's calmness and make one's opponent unpredictable with just a few gestures. .
Therefore, a master of chess can be called a national player. But such a talkative person has no right behavior all day long. He always does things that even children think are childish, and he also has a
"I'm just like this, what can you do to me?" He looked like he wanted to be beaten. Ye Xiaer once commented on Qi Moyan's childish behavior of enjoying himself, saying that if Qi Moyan didn't have such a family background, I'm afraid he would have been beaten to death just because of his bad behavior of pretending to be stupid at every turn. Back.
Qi Moyan finally rubbed his chest and stood up, not forgetting to pat the weeds and dust on his clothes in a very elegant way, and straightened his already messy hair. The butler Qi Yuan came to help him but he helped her. Pushing away, he complained in the middle of the night: "We can be considered a family, why are we so ignorant of the style?" He spoke with a strong voice, not even showing the slightest hint of weakness as before.
Ye Sangen curled his lips and sneered, patted Qi Mo Yan's chest a few times with his backhand, and said sarcastically: "This soft armor of yours was really showing off back then." I was already embarrassed to be exposed in public, but now I feel even more embarrassed. , Qi Moyan laughed twice to cover it up, and then waved to the servants in the kitchen who were either leaving or not.
"Go back to your room and go to sleep. Why are you still here? What time is it? Are you not sleepy?" In any case, the Lord of the City does understand these servants.
The maids and old ladies left one after another, and the housekeeper Qi Yuan even looked at the late night guard cautiously, presumably because he was afraid that the third young master would make excuses for his mistake just now.
In the middle of the night, I didn't have these little thoughts of camping all day long. I pretended not to see it, and happened to see Lu Hua walking by obediently. I was also worried that this little girl would be scared if she experienced such a thing for the first time at such an age. Considering that she would talk about it later There might be some unexpected danger. After all, Ningzhiyu, Bilanpo and the unidentified men reminded her at midnight: "Luhua, go back to your room and stay well, don't come out." The little girl. She was shy after all, so she cowardly agreed and walked away quickly. Fortunately, it was dark and no one saw her red earlobes.
The dozen or so servants were all gone. At midnight, he planned to invite the lord of the city to go to the government office to meet with the prefect Cheng Shouyi and the captain of Zhechong Qin Sheng. Now that Qi Moyan was not in personal danger, he could leave the rest to them. , Ye San felt that what he should do now was to meet with Ningzhiyu, at least to clarify all the questions in his mind.
If she still misses the old relationship and takes into account the feelings from back then. But Midnight also knows that now that his cousin can do such a thing, he will no longer think about it like this.
Turning to look at Qi Moyan, he saw the city lord with a mean expression on his face and remained silent. Although he couldn't guess what Qi Moyan was thinking, looking at his expression, he knew that something bad was definitely not going to happen. Ye San even asked more doubtfully, "What's wrong?" Qi Moyan said with a smile, "Have you fallen in love with this little girl?" Ye San said with a smile. A kick was thrown out at midnight, but Qi Moyan was on guard and dodged early, but he dodged it without even thinking about it, and said proudly: "Actually, it's not just Xia Yu, I also know you relatively well. That little girl back then Isn't it just that you are so young and ready to blossom? The one in your family is much older than you and has a lot of control, right? It's better for a girl to be young, and the flower bones are the most delicate. If you have thoughts... Hey, hey, what are you doing? Go, listen to what I have to say." Ye San even felt that it was a shame for her sister not to agree to this national chess player who looked abnormal in any way, and his ability to climb up the ladder was unparalleled.
He was polite and courteous in front of Ye Xiayou, but at this time, he looked like an uneducated dandy on the street.
Just at this moment, a person rushed in hurriedly outside the door. His armor was covered in blood, his face was bloody, and he was panting.
"Outside... there is a sneak attack outside!" Ye San never expected that the other party's back-up plan would be like this. When he heard the report, he thought it was Nabi Lanpo who had a conflict with the waiting garrison outside when he left. I just came out to take a closer look, and I saw that one of the other people looked a little familiar. They were clearly the gang of thieves with unknown origins who had been eating and drinking in the villa.
I saw a few of them on the roof in the middle of the night, and I still had some impressions. The scene outside the villa was also chaotic. Although the number of the more than fifty garrison soldiers far exceeded the dozen or twenty men opposite, and their equipment was naturally much better than that of the rabble opposite, but the strength of their attacks alone was enough to reach this group. You can tell by their moves that they are a group of desperadoes. How can those garrison troops who have never been on the battlefield have seen this desperate fighting style of killing a thousand enemies and damaging themselves eight hundred?
The only numerical advantage was gone. When Ye San Geng came out, it was already a one-sided situation. Although the group of people were just killing people desperately, Ye San Geng couldn't tell the origin of the martial arts of this group of people. He couldn't tell whether it was the recklessness of the mainland of Dazhou or self-help. Ying's ronin, but the garrison soldiers in the city pale in comparison and are passively beaten. Even in the middle of the night, one can see how ruthless the opponent's group is.
Such a huge disparity was actually turned around and beaten by that group of thieves. It can be said that the garrison was beaten by that group of thieves and had no power to fight back. They could only parry. Fortunately, it can be seen that they have been well trained on weekdays. Come to think of it, Qin Sheng, the captain of Zhechong, also had some skills, which allowed the garrison to remain calm even in the face of such emergencies. They didn't expect to kill many enemies, but they could at least cope with it and save their lives.
The battle situation changed only after they joined the battlefield in the middle of the night. Judging from the actions of this group of thieves, it was obvious that they were ruthless characters who licked blood at the tip of their swords. However, this group of people had no tricks at all, and they only relied on a sense of not being afraid of death. Gu Yong slashed with all his strength, so naturally he would not be the opponent of Lian Jiazi like Ye San Geng.
First, he struck away a thief with a bloody gash on his back with his palm. Then Ye San hit the man with a powerful and heavy blow and directly hit an accomplice who was slashing with a knife. Then he struck with a backhand. He punched a thief in front of him on the head, hitting him so hard that he rolled his eyes, fell to the ground, twitched, foamed at the mouth and lost consciousness.
With the addition of Ye Sangeng, the situation has greatly improved. After all, Ye Sangeng, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, took a quick look when he came out of the villa, and he had a general idea of these thieves in different clothes. It’s self-evident what level it is.
It only took a few breaths to turn the situation around. In the middle of the night, his body was darting from left to right, and a thief lost the ability to move when he raised his hand.
The group of people also realized that something was wrong, and watched as the young man who suddenly joined hit five or six of his accomplices with all his movements. There was no need to say hello at the moment, and they had a tacit understanding. , not willing to fight.
Except for one or two who were slow to react and were beaten unconscious by palms or punches in the middle of the night, the rest ran into the woods under the cover of night and disappeared after a few breaths.
The remaining thirty or so soldiers of the garrison who still had fighting power immediately went to catch up in an organized and spontaneous manner, but were stopped in the middle of the night. It was dark and it was unclear whether the enemy or the enemy was unknown. What if there was a trick to ambush the enemy and they were attacked by surprise? ?
They were immediately told that their top priority was to clear the scene, rescue the injured, and count the number of people. Qi Moyan staggered out of the villa holding his nose. It was obviously the first time he saw such a bloody scene of a battle between two armies, and he seemed to be retching.
"Is it true that Xia You isn't here?" Qi Moyan endured the discomfort and the first words he spoke made Ye San want to punch him even more.
In the middle of the night, no one bothered to pay attention to him. Without waiting to check the casualties, another person came running not far away, holding an apricot-yellow pennant only found in the army, walking as fast as flying.
In the middle of the night, I closed my eyes and took a closer look, and was surprised again.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master." The person who came was also a guard sergeant, shouting as he ran,
"There is a sneak attack in the city!" He was also covered in blood, and blood was dripping from the hem of his armor.
"Captain Qin is commanding a counterattack. Let me report." The soldier knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists. Ye San was obviously stunned and felt quite dizzy.
This is really beating the old master to death with random punches.
