Xu Guangling was probably the first man to step into Madam Song's yard, and Madam Song personally brought him here.
Of course, this man is a bit younger.
In Lady Song's eyes, "boy" may be a more appropriate positioning.
Or maybe, not even a boy, just a child.
The state that Xu Guangling is currently exhibiting is the realm of awakening. Although this state is not even close to the human level, it is already qualified to use many spells. Therefore, under the watchful eyes of Lady Song, Xu Guangling eliminated him three times.
The two places made a chessboard and 361 two-color chess pieces.
Go.
A chess game that does not exist in this world.
Of course, it is possible.
But that's not important.
The rules of Go are very simple. In fact, it is just one word, "Go".
Xu Guangling only demonstrated it briefly, and Song Qinghong already fully understood how to play this little trick.
Then, the two officially began to play against each other.
Both of them moved very quickly, almost without thinking.
In the first game, Song Qinghong lost.
"You're not very proficient yet, try again." Song Qinghong said lightly.
In the second game, Song Qinghong lost.
"Focusing too much on the part and neglecting the whole, it shouldn't be. For me, it shouldn't be." Song Qinghong reflected on herself, "Come again."
In the third game, Song Qinghong lost.
She has been playing slower this round.
Slowness means carefulness, slowness means attentiveness, slowness means not taking advantage at all, truly using some of the abilities of a monk in the life and death realm, and seriously treating the opponent as a serious opponent.
But still lost.
"You kid, you look honest, but you're actually quite cunning." Song Qinghong raised her eyebrows slightly, "Come again."
In the fourth game, Song Qinghong lost.
"Come again!"
In the fifth game, Song Qinghong lost.
"Come again!"
In the sixth game, Song Qinghong lost.
In the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth games, Song Qinghong lost.
"Senior, let's stop here." Xu Guangling said.
Song Qinghong had already lost the hemp. She was silently clearing the chess pieces on the chessboard and preparing to continue, when she heard Xu Guangling's words.
Looking up, Song Qinghong looked at the opposite side in a daze.
"Senior, even if we play ten more games, you won't be able to beat me in one game." Xu Guangling said without being arrogant, arrogant, or humble, he just said calmly.
"I don't believe it!"
Song Qinghong really doesn’t believe in this evil.
A monk in the life and death realm, who has completely understood and understood the rules of calculation, will actually lose to a junior who is only in the enlightenment realm? Moreover, he will keep losing, without even a chance to win?
She didn't believe it.
Then come again.
Next, there are ten rounds again.
Song Qinghong's record is: lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose.
Lost all ten games.
In the ten rounds, all were "just a little bit behind".
In each of the ten rounds, there seemed to be hope of winning, and she seemed to be getting closer and closer to winning.
But Song Qinghong's heart slowly sank.
In the next ten rounds, in the first round, she thought she could win with her next move. In the second round, she thought she could win with her next move. In the third round, she thought she could win with her next move. In the fourth round...
"Sure enough, we lost."
The fifth game.
"Sure enough, we still lost."
She is not getting closer and closer to winning, she is getting further and further away from winning.
After all, he is a monk in the realm of life and death.
Although he could not accept this conclusion emotionally or intellectually, when the facts were really before his eyes, Song Qinghong still admitted it.
"Senior, do you need another ten rounds?" Xu Guangling said calmly.
"No need." Song Qinghong shook his head, "I lose."
His eyes were fixed on the criss-crossing lines in front of him for a long time. Then, Song Qinghong finally moved his eyes up to Xu Guangling's face and stared at it for a long time. "Guangling, can you explain to me why I can't win?"
"What can't be won?"
A young voice sounded outside the door.
Then, a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old walked in from the door carrying a small pole.
The moment she stepped across the threshold, her body felt slightly stiff, and then her steps seemed to become cheerful, as light as flowers blown by the wind, swirling to the two sides.
People approach.
"Xiaoqing, you came just in time." Madam Song said gently, "Come, sit here."
Madam Song stood up, and the girl named Xiaoqing didn't know what happened, so she was pulled by Madam Song to sit where she had been sitting just now.
"Here, let's play ten more rounds." Madam Song said to Xu Guangling, "She'll play."
"Senior, what's going on?" The girl raised her head slightly, then turned to the opposite side, "Brother, where are you from?"
"I'm from here." Xu Guangling said with a slight smile, "Girl, what about you?"
"Me, brother, just call me Xiaoqing." The girl wrinkled her nose slightly, "Brother won't tell me, I'll guess it myself."
"Can you guess this?" Xu Guangling raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I can't guess for ordinary people, but if it's not an ordinary person, then I can guess!" Xiaoqing's face flashed with confidence and a little cunning, "Brother, I guess you come from a place without spiritual energy, but
right?"
Xu Guangling was slightly startled.
After hearing this, Song Qinghong was also slightly stunned.
Song Qinghong was stunned because she didn't know why, but she didn't remain stunned for too long, probably only for a few breaths. A look of surprise flashed across her face.
However, she didn't say anything, she just stood quietly and watched the interaction between the two young people.
"You guessed it right, awesome!" Xu Guangling nodded, gave her a thumbs up, and then said: "Girl, let me also guess where you are from?"
"Brother, can you guess too?" the girl said, disbelief shining in her eyes.
"Awu, do you think I can guess?" Xu Guangling said.
The girl stood up immediately.
She stared at Xu Guangling blankly for a while, then slowly sat down again.
A flash of surprise flashed across Song Qinghong's face, and it could even be said to be shock.
"Brother, what else can you guess?" Xiaoqing, or Awu, still looked a little bit stunned, and looked a little stunned when he said this.
"Not much, just a little bit." Xu Guangling shook his head.
The place suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence.
Madam Song broke the silence, explained the rules of Go to the girl, and then acted as a referee to guide the two into the game.
"Brother, if I can beat you, can you answer my question?" After listening to Mrs. Song's explanation, the girl closed her eyes for about dozens of breaths, then opened her eyes and said this.
"If you can do it, I can do it too," Xu Guangling said.
So the chess game started again.
In the first game, the girl lost.
"Your name."
"Brother already knows, doesn't he?"
"Your name."
"Shengqingwu."
In the second game, the girl lost.
"Where are you from."
"Brother, can't you guess it?"
"Where are you from."
"Tianyun Sect."
In the third game, the girl lost.
"What kind of cultivation level do you have?"
"It should be the same as you, brother, right?"
"What kind of cultivation level do you have?"
"Enlightenment state."
In the fourth game, the girl lost.
"What level of qualifications do you have?"
"Anyway, I won't be worse than you, brother!" The girl closed and opened her eyes and seemed to have entered a state of lying down.
"What level of qualifications do you have?"
"First grade."
In the fifth game, the girl lost.
Madam Song turned her head slightly and couldn't bear to look at it.
"You recognized me when you came in just now, right?"
"Yes." The girl said, and then immediately regretted, "No."
Then, she emphasized seriously, "Brother, I really didn't know who you were when I walked in!"
Xu Guangling nodded.
The chess game continues.
In the sixth game, the girl lost.
"Awu, are you traveling down the mountain? Do you have any missions?"
"have."
In the seventh game, the girl lost.
"Awu, what is your mission? Can you reveal it? If it is inconvenient, forget it."
"It's convenient." The girl said, "My mission is to find you, brother."
In the eighth game, the girl lost.
"What are you doing with me?"
"Discussion and practice."
In the ninth game, the girl lost.
"Why do you want to discuss practice with me?"
"The ancestor said that you will reach the heaven level in the future. The ancestor also said that I may also reach the heaven level in the future, but I am missing a little luck. I hope my brother can help me."
Beside him, Song Qinghong's body was trembling slightly.
In the tenth game, the girl won.
Win?
Actually won?
Staring at the chessboard blankly, the girl couldn't come to her senses for a moment.
Also unable to recover was Song Qinghong standing beside him.
Actually won?
"Brother, did I win?" After a while, the girl said in a tone that she didn't even believe.
"Yes, you won this round." Xu Guangling nodded, "So, what do you want to ask?"
Sheng Qingwu bit his lower lip gently.
"Brother, can you help me?"
After about ten breaths, she said this.
"Can."
Um?
Sheng Qingwu was stunned.
Song Qinghong beside him was also stunned.
"I said, yes." Xu Guangling said lightly, "If I can help you, if you really need help."
The place fell silent again.
This time, it was quiet for dozens of breaths.
"Brother, why?"
"I will tell you when you really achieve heavenly status in the future."