Chapter 65: A bear's paw and a bloody head, Sang Sangluo's chess
The autumn wind in the stream was slightly cold, and Ning Que's face was slightly cold. When he woke up, he found that there was something wrong with his mental state. Because of Sang Sang's illness, he had been worried and worried for many days, and his mood became a little anxious and even showed signs of violence.
In the autumn rain at Honglian Temple, when he bit off the piece of flesh and blood from Long Qing's neck, he had felt the violent and terrifying state of mind, and knew that if he was really controlled by such emotions, he would sink into the abyss and be unable to recover.
With this in mind, he took a deep breath, letting the moist breath in the cool autumn wind moisten his slightly dry lungs, and the awe-inspiring energy accumulated throughout his body. He forcibly suppressed the dangerous and violent impulse in his mind, and decided to give it to Master Qishan.
Before treating the disease with Sang, it is better not to cause trouble for the time being.
As for the warning sign that the Buddha's chariot triggered in his heart, Ning Que thought that he had just entered the realm of knowing his destiny after all. Maybe it was just an illusion caused by his anxiety for days, or he hoped that it was just an illusion.
He lowered his arm, and the sharp arrow clusters were no longer pointed at the Buddhist chariot, and then he slowly loosened the bowstring with his fingers, accompanied by a slight sound of microstructure loosening, which was no longer as scary as the cliff collapsing.
Following this action, countless sighs and exhalations of relief sounded from the stone flat beside the mountain stream. Previously, countless practitioners had been struggling to control their breathing, and they were extremely nervous.
Ning Que looked at the slightly wet ground where the iron arrow was pointing, and said, "As long as they don't stop me from going up the mountain to see Master Qishan, I can actually show enough respect for the Xuankong Temple or the Buddha Sect, even if it's fake."
Monk Guanhai smiled bitterly when he heard this, thinking that since the deadlock was finally resolved, why bother to say such a sentence, and comforted him: "Although my master rarely sees visitors, since he is out of isolation, there is no reason why he should not see the thirteenth senior brother.
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At this moment, the old monk in yellow clothes beside the chessboard on the stone table said sternly: "Principles are rules. Although you, Guanhai, are the heirs of Senior Brother Qishan, you are not qualified to disobey my rules in Washan."
Monk Guanhai was speechless for a moment, thinking that the rules were set by people after all. What is the identity of the Thirteenth Master of the academy, and what is the identity of the daughter of light in the carriage, do they still have to break three games in a row?"
The old monk in yellow looked at Ning Que and said with a cold voice: "The academy is indeed very majestic, but a single iron arrow can make the great master of the Buddhist sect retreat without a fight. However, I said before that Ke Haoran relied on his strength back then.
With a steel sword at your waist, you can break into Washan Mountain. I admit it.
You have the power to break my rules in Washan. If you want to break this rule, you have to show it to me, an old guy. I want to see if the people who join the academy today are still like their predecessors.
Cold-blooded and ruthless, killing without blinking an eye!"
Ning Que confirmed that this old monk living in seclusion in Lanke Temple had an old grudge with his junior uncle, but he was just looking at the old monk's level of cultivation. When the young junior uncle came to Washan, he didn't see this person at all. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking about his elders.
It is indeed not a good thing if we were too strong back then. In the end, these old deeds will fall on future generations.
He plucked the bow string lightly, making a clear sound, silently thinking that he would eventually follow the old path of his junior uncle?
Just when Ning Que was in a dilemma, Sangsang's hesitant and unconfident voice came from the black carriage: "Master, how about you let me try?"
Ning Que knew that she was worried about him, so he didn't want to have another conflict with the Buddha Sect. He smiled and said, "You don't know how to play chess. Besides, this kind of thing takes too much energy and is not good for your health."
Sangsang's voice passed through the car window and rang again: "Master, I can play chess, and I think playing chess is a very interesting thing. I don't think it will tire my brain."
Listening to Sangsang's words, Ning Que suddenly remembered the common scenes of gambling in Weicheng wine shops, as well as the earnest instructions of the two senior brothers before leaving the academy. His heart moved slightly.
Then he laughed to himself, thinking that he really thought too much.
Lanke Temple is world-famous for its chess game. The legendary three games of chess are naturally extremely difficult. The former player from the Southern Jin Dynasty thought hard for a long time and couldn't make a move. Even if Sang Sang may have some ability on the chess track, how could he break the game?
He shook his head and said: "The autumn wind penetrates your bones, don't come out."
If it were normal, Sangsang would not argue with him in front of outsiders, but today for some reason, she seemed a little stubborn and said, "I'll just watch it in the car and ask Miss Shanshan to help me place the chess pieces."
Ning Que didn't know what happened in the carriage before. Hearing Sangsang's name, changing from a mountain master to a bookworm and then to a mountain, he couldn't help but guess. Since Sangsang said this, he must have got it.
After receiving Mo Shanshan's consent, he really didn't know how to refuse this time and said, "Then just give it a try."
Then he added: "If you feel tired, don't stop, we will try again."
After hearing these words, Monk Guanhai smiled bitterly, the abbot of Lanke Temple looked dissatisfied, but did not dare to criticize him. The old monk in yellow clothes beside the stone chess table sat back on the stone bench with an indifferent expression.
The horses' hooves clacked slightly, and the steel wheels rolled over the stone flat. The black carriage silently left the stone bridge over Huyue Stream and stopped not far from the stone table under the big green tree.
Dozens of straight lines are carved horizontally and vertically on the stone table, forming a natural chessboard. Those lines are deep into the stone, but appear to be extremely smooth. They should be caused by being rubbed by chess players all the time.
The luxuriant branches and leaves of the big green tree cover the autumn sunshine above the Washan Mountain. There are more than a hundred chess pieces falling on the chessboard, silently motionless in the clear shadow of the tree wind. They seem scattered, but there is a different meaning hidden in them.
The white-haired Southern Jin player had been frowning and thinking hard on the side of the stone table for a long time. He held a white chess piece in his hand, but it never fell. Looking at the situation on the chessboard, he hadn't even made the first move yet.
If the way of playing chess reaches a deep level, it is natural to sit and wander around in the mountains, completely forgetting the things in the world. This chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty thought hard about how to solve the game, and had no idea what happened next to the stream before.
They didn't even pay much attention to the arrival of Ning Que and the eminent monk of Xuankong Temple.
Now that the black carriage has arrived, there is naturally no seat for the Southern Jin chess master next to the chess table. A Southern Jin official stepped forward and asked him to leave the stone bench. Just when the Southern Jin chess master thought he saw a glimmer of light, he was suddenly
After disturbing him, he suddenly became furious, pointed at the official and cursed, feeling sad and unwilling.
The autumn wind lifted the curtains, and Mo Shanshan, who was wearing a white skirt, stepped out of the carriage and came to the stone table. He bowed to the old monk in yellow as a junior, then sat down on the stone bench and said, "I will take the place of Sangsang."
Is it okay for a girl to play chess?"
The old monk in yellow clothes remained silent and agreed to the invitation.
A corner of the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing Sangsang's little face. She looked at the seemingly scattered chess pieces on the stone table and the chessboard, and her eyes gradually brightened.
The black carriage lay sideways under the big green tree, and the window where Sangsang was sitting faced the mountain stream, so no practitioners on the stone flat could see her, only the old monk in yellow could.
The old monk in yellow was shocked when he looked at Sangsang's little face, which was dark in color but pale and haggard due to weakness. He didn't expect that the rumored daughter of light was actually such an ordinary little girl.
The old monk in yellow had spoken unkindly to Ning Que several times before, so Sang Sang naturally had no good impression of him, and his eyes did not stay on the old monk's face for a moment. He just looked at the chessboard on the stone table quietly.
For some unknown reason, Sangsang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she asked cautiously in a low voice: "What's the upside of this game of chess?"
When Sang Sang's eyes became brighter and brighter, Ning Que knew that something must be wrong, because in the past years, her eyes would only become so bright when she looked at silver. But he still didn't expect Sang Sang's eyes to be so bright.
When Sang Hui asked such a question, the expression on his face suddenly became extremely wonderful.
The bookworm didn't expect that Sangsang would ask if there was any prize in this residual chess game, so he couldn't help being stunned and speechless.
The one who was most astonished was of course the old monk in yellow. He had been presiding over the three games of chess in Washan decades ago. He had seen many players with amazing chess skills, but this was the first time he heard someone ask what the lottery was.
This is a chess game that embodies the wisdom of the eminent monks of Lanke Temple. This is a solemn test required to meet the elder Qishan. In the eyes of this little girl, the result is no different from the chess games played in those shabby gambling stalls!
The old monk in yellow clothes was startled for a moment, and suddenly he was filled with endless anger. He thought that even if this little girl was the daughter of light in Xiling Temple, how could she humiliate Lanke Temple in this way? His face was as frosty and he didn't answer Sangsang's question at all.
Sang Sang looked at the expressions on the faces of Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, and looked at the old monk in yellow looking like he was mourning for his heir. She knew that her question was indeed inappropriate, and she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.
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The practitioners all returned to the big green tree, excitedly preparing to watch the chess game. Naturally, they did not dare to get too close to the stone chessboard. But they all had the realm to see the pictures on the chessboard clearly.
Although they could not see the true appearance of the Daughter of Light from their perspective, they were still very excited to witness the Daughter of Light's first move in the human world today, even if it was a chess piece.
Naturally, not everyone in the field was interested in this chess game. At least the senior monk of Xuankong Temple in the Buddhist chariot could not watch his little maid play chess after being slightly humiliated by Ning Que.
The Buddha's chariot moved lightly, and Qu Ni Madi led the ascetics of the Moon Wheel Kingdom, and under the guidance of the abbot of Lanke Temple, passed by the stone table and headed towards the stone bridge on the Tiger Leaping Stream.
Ning Que turned around and met the eyes of the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia.
Lu Chenjia's eyes were very calm, a little unusually calm, just like the lingering snow in the wilderness meadow, about to die but still extremely cold.
Even Ning Que, who was used to seeing life and death, was given a strong chill by her eyes.
He stopped looking at her, looked at the Buddhist chariot, and said, "Stop."
The Buddhist chariot stopped.
Ning Que asked: "Why can't I pass, but the master on the chariot can?"
He was naturally asking the old monk in yellow beside the chessboard.
The old monk in yellow frowned and said, "These guests are all fellow Buddhists, why can't they pass?"
"The disciples of the Buddhist sect can pass, why can't I? Princess Chenjia believed in Buddhism when she was young, but later entered the Tianyuan Temple to practice Taoism and worship Haotian. Can this be considered a fellow Buddhist of yours?"
Ning Que turned to look at the old monk in yellow and said, "You said earlier that the rules are alive, is this what you meant? I have never heard of such a shameless rule in my life, and the academy does not accept it."
Then he continued: "We must abide by the rules, so let's abide by them together. I don't care about the monks in Lanke Temple, but as long as they are from other temples, whether it is Baita Temple or Xuankong Temple, we can't cross the bridge before we cross it."
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There was dead silence again.
Qu Ni Madi looked at Ning Que with resentment, but Ning Que seemed not to see it and just looked at the Buddhist chariot.
Although he no longer tried to risk killing the senior monk of Xuankong Temple, he was still vigilant. Instead of letting the other party go up the mountain first, it was better to keep the other party in his sight so that he could deal with it.
The shadow of the monk in the curtain waved his hand, and the Buddha's chariot descended.
Ning Que frowned slightly.
At this moment, the shocked shout of the Southern Jin chess master suddenly rang out from beside the stone chessboard.
This shout contained extremely complex emotions, including surprise, anger, and then regret.
Just like when Master saw a country cook in the mountains of Yanbei who dared to serve bear paws to guests in just three hours, and like when Ning Que saw his companion by the Subi Lake who took three hours to eat.
The knife just chopped off the head of a horse thief, and the flesh and blood were so bloody that it was impossible to exchange military merit for silver.
"How could you end up here! Do you, a little girl, know how to play chess?"
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(Sorry, it was difficult to write. I finally wrote it down. I forgot the time and it’s a little late. Please forgive me because of such a wordy chapter title. There will definitely be a third chapter, but I dare not say the time.