Volume 3 Yinjiang Chapter 59 Jade Bone Immortal Wind
Qingqing jumped up with his left foot, and with a graceful "peak drop", he was about to land in the center of the chessboard with the sunspot between his fingertips. Suddenly, he felt a white light flash in front of his eyes, and for some reason, he suddenly fell from the direction of Liang Gui.
A white stone fell and hit the black stone between Qingqing's fingers.
The black man slipped and took off his hand, and went straight towards his heart.
Qingqing coughed, and in an instant, Qingqing felt a numb pain spreading in her chest. She didn't even have a chance to scream, and a mouthful of blood fell on the snow.
With the sound of dripping, you can see the dazzling bright red blooming among the crystal white snow.
Ignoring the white chess piece, it swerved and brushed past her shoulder, seeming to fly into the hidden pile not far behind. Qingqing looked back and saw that the white chess piece shimmering in the sun was exactly the same.
Lying on the ground at the intersection of horizontal and vertical lines, Liang Gui could only be heard murmuring:
"Call to eat."
This is a chess game that reaches the middle of the game, and it is far from over!
Qingqing reacted suddenly, turned around quickly, and heard the black and white chess pieces mixed with the whistling of the wind, not giving up an inch, but still hitting his face. He did not dare to hesitate for a moment, so he had to concentrate on his ears in the panic, and jumped away from the "
Tianyuan" position, follow the sound and fall to the next move of black chess.
The moment a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, Qingqing hurriedly closed his palms and fell down quickly as the black chess piece fell into the deep snow.
A bone-chilling coldness spread from Qingqing's fingertips all the way to the top of his head, and the snowflakes turned into mist. The sunspot had already closed into the palm of Qingqing's hand. Hearing another sound of wind in the dark, Qingqing wanted to jump up and dodge, but he couldn't.
——
Bai Zi showed no mercy behind him and hit him at the "Qi Hai Point" on his back.
She felt that she was almost unable to straighten up because of the pain, but Liang Gui seemed to have gone into seclusion, trapped in this battle between herself and herself. When she raised her head with bloodshot chin, Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes wide.
:
Just like the sea changes, the stars change and the moon changes, the scene on the chessboard at this moment is completely different from a moment ago.
The Black Heron Formation was so scattered that it could no longer find the position of the formation eye at "Tian Yuan". At the two corners of the chessboard, the black and white lights and shadows resumed the appearance of an entangled fight. They turned sideways to avoid a piece, and heard the sound of the chess plundering.
The sound was calm, and the snow shadow left no trace, instantly swallowing up the traces of Bai Zi's struggle.
After thinking for a long time, Qingqing tried his best to keep an eye on the situation on the field while he was trying his best to keep an eye on the situation on the field. Even though his chess skills were very low, he could still tell that White's move was blocking Black's retreat one after another.
So this is where the chessboard should go when Ruan Sheng is not around?
Qingqing gasped for a moment, rolled up the sleeves of her robe around her mouth, and wiped the remaining traces of coughed up blood on her chin and cheeks. She had just been hit hard by the white chess on her finger. At this moment, she couldn't control the trembling of her fingertips and had to hold her hand.
Heart black chess piece, swallow it in your mouth.
Taking a deep breath, as if his lungs were about to explode, Qingqing leaned forward and jumped towards Tian Yuan.
Even if the senior sister is not here, I still have to break this scattered "Crow Array"!
Walking against the black and white chess wind, Qingqing felt that his speed was so strong that he couldn't avoid it several times and was about to be dragged into the thick soft snow. He saw two more white stones coming out at the same time, running north and south, but it seemed that
You need to open two holes in your waist and abdomen. You quickly jump up on the ground, step on one of them as hard as you can, then somersault over with your strength, and use your arms to hit the other one that has strayed away.
I saw one white chess piece trapped in the black chess siege, and another empty piece falling into the airless gap.
As both white chess pieces were placed in useless positions, Qingqing stepped forward on tiptoes. He saw that there was only a hair's breadth before he could land firmly on the old Tianyuan place. However, he heard a "ding" sound at this time, and he didn't know what it was.
Things flew from the side to the front.
Far different from the sound of ordinary chess pieces colliding in the air!
Seeing the next black piece coming, Qingqing didn't have time to dodge, then he saw a golden light flashing in front of his eyes, and an invisible sharp blade whirled in front of him, colliding with the black piece.
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The sharp blade gently and deftly faced the wind and cut across the thick white snow, as if a feather was floating on it.
Blinking, it turned out that the golden light reflected from the scimitar in the sun shone on the chessboard. Qingqing didn't know whether to be happy first or angry later, so she had no choice but to turn her head and shouted towards the dense forest behind the snowdrift:
"Xingxing, who allowed you to come!"
Jimo Xing raised his head, swaying like a wooden figure with an expressionless face, but there was a hint of a successful evil smile on the corner of his mouth.
The two of them were playing chess in full swing. How could they have thought that there was a hermit nearby who wanted to interfere? People in the world often say that "watching chess without saying a word", but with the strike of Mo Xing's scimitar, it seemed that Qing Qing had taken a position to play chess for Qing Qing.
I sighed in my heart, I'm afraid I can't find the black heron's eyes.
Liang Gui, on the other hand, froze for a moment in the snow-covered bamboo hat, shook himself off, and chuckled.
Qingqing followed the chess player's gaze, but couldn't help but say "Huh". Just now he was standing on the side of the chessboard, but he didn't see any clues. Now standing in the formation, he was like a single figure fighting against thousands of troops.
, just now I felt that the situation in front of me was gradually becoming clearer:
At this moment, the black egret uses the white chess pieces as wings and the black pieces as food, but its colors are reversed, and it spreads out the formation that is hidden deep in the local fighting on the chessboard.
But Jimo Star's scimitar was impartial, floating on the "Egret"'s formation.
The chess player looked up at the young man: "Have you ever practiced chess or anything like that?"
Jimo Xing hugged his chest and shook his head: "This junior doesn't know how to play chess."
Looking back at the chess situation, the little black piece finally resolved the fight in the open and the siege in the dark. A helpless smile floated on the corner of Liang Gui's mouth:
Such a wonderful coincidence is just a coincidence after all.
After leaving Xia Qishi's residence, Qingqing couldn't help but stretch out her cold hands and tightly hold the lost wooden flute. Jimo Xing walked in front with a knife, humming a little tune, and almost jumped up with one step.
Qingqing said angrily: "When others are playing chess, how can you intervene midway?"
"Hmph." Jimo Xing sneered, but turned around with joy in his eyes, "If I don't block the knife for you, you are so weak that you will have to vomit blood again." After hearing what he said, Qingqing pursed her lips.
Smiling, he lowered his head and said, "The chess master guides me to take action. He must have controlled his strength. How can he kill me?"
Before she could finish speaking, Xingxing suddenly tightened her two fingers and flicked a "chestnut" on Qingqing's forehead.
"Ouch!" Qingqing didn't react in time and immediately covered his head, "It hurts! Who allowed you to play!" Jimo Xing finally couldn't help laughing, touched the painful place on Qing's head just now, and blew: "
You still know the pain, so why aren't you afraid of the chess piece hitting you?" Qingqing pushed his hand away, pouted and said nothing.
"Okay." Suddenly from behind, Xingxing gently hugged Qingqing's shoulders, looking towards the snowy end of the mountain road, "Do you know what that red patch is?"
Qing Qing followed his gaze and saw that there were indeed red and brown branches, with sparse shadows of cold plum blossoms embedded in the snow. He closed his eyes, as if he could smell the faint fragrance entering his mind. The plum branches were in full bloom, stretching out their thin jade bones.
I have never seen it in Dongshan or Nanlin.
Growing up in the desert, Jimo Star kept approaching, and I was fascinated by it.
Suddenly the two of them looked at each other, held hands, and ran towards the plum trees on the mountain road. With their clothes held high behind them, they could hear the cheerful laughter of young girls from miles away.
The trail.
Linghu Ziqi looked at the high place for a long time, finally put down the warm tea cup, turned around and returned to the house.
Linghu Ziqin was holding the yellowed piano score in front of his eyes with one hand, and stroking the strings with the other hand. He was looking at the various winding symbols on the score and kept playing. Qingqing and Xingxing were laughing.
The sound was only a few mountain roads away, but Ziqin turned a deaf ear to it, as if he had been immersed in the melody of ancient music and couldn't wake up for a long time.
After adding half a cup of hot tea, Ziqi approached him and deliberately "coughed" twice.
Zi Qin then squinted her eyes from the music book and raised her head: "It's rare to have two days of leisure here with you, why do you start to keep arguing?"
"Your junior brother can't learn this kind of leisure." Zi Qi stood aside and squinted, "In the mountains and forests, there are ice-bone fairy winds and childhood sweethearts. I wonder where my senior brother can get the leisurely feeling of playing the piano and reading music?"
"You don't have to provoke me." With a helpless smile, Ziqin buried his head in the piano score again, "The child from the Northern Desert fell next to Qingqing in the dust. Qin could still carry Qingqing back alone, but he couldn't save her.
Isn't that young man ready?" Seeing that his junior brother was about to speak again, Ziqin suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture: "When do you plan to hold the 'Mei Midterm Examination'?"
"It's not too cold now, let's wait another half month."
Ziqin closed the book with a "snap" and sighed: "The 'Mei Midterm Examination' is over, we will go back."
"So urgent?" When Ziqi heard this, he couldn't help but protest loudly, "How long have you rested? You haven't recovered from the internal injuries you suffered last time when you came back from Xuantan. This time you went to Beimo and had to hold on again. Do you want to hold on?
Until when!”
"I went back to Lirong Mountain to recuperate."
"Do you think everyone is like you? You were stabbed by Mr. Ruo at such a young age..." Hearing Zi Qi's screams getting louder and louder, Zi Qin quickly put her index finger to her mouth, frowned and said "Shhh":
"If you keep shouting, the two children will have to hear you."
"Humph" and tilted his head, Ziqi stopped talking.
It's just that this person's boring tea became more and more annoying as he drank it. It was cheerful and lively outside and the piano was noisy inside. He couldn't help but put the small teacup on the table: "When the 'Mei Mid-term Examination' is over, I have to put that Jimo family
The child cannot be sent back to Yiyamo." Upon hearing this, Ziqin couldn't help but laugh softly: "How lucky that the world-famous chess player Linghu has to get angry with a young man?"
"Zhi Qi!" Zi Qi's eyes almost widened, "This kid takes Qing Qing around and is late every day. Isn't Master Linghu seriously thinking about finding a disciple from the Northern Desert?"
Unexpectedly, when Ziqin heard this, he suddenly put down the book music, moved the piano away, supported his head with his arms, and sighed slowly.
Ziqi was so filled with indignation that his senior brother suddenly became so sad that he couldn't help but stop suddenly and turned around. Ziqin said softly:
"You can't tell that Qing Qing likes to stay with the Jimo child."