Nightfall Chapter 71: Who do you want to choose?

Walking out of the monastery, getting on the black carriage, and walking towards the mountains for a short while, I saw an ancient pavilion among the cliffs.

This pavilion does not kill the loneliness in the autumn breeze, because it is too tall, and it is a normal three-story building, with huge beams and eaves, standing still among the red and yellow leaves, and it looks very imposing. .

The second game of Washan's three games is in this pavilion.

The sea monk led the crowd to the autumn pavilion and stopped. Because the chaos in front of the Tiger Leap River was canceled, there were still many practitioners in the field, but no one dared to speak loudly.

The Buddha stopped more than ten feet away from the Qiuting. The first seat of the precepts of the Xuankong Temple in Weipuri remained silent, but secretly I don't know how many eyes were secretly looking at him.

Ning Que said by the side of the stream that if he and Sangsang hadn’t been there, then other people would not be able to, and this Xuankong Temple monk actually seemed to act accordingly.

I don't know if it's because of this reason, Qu Nimati under the Buddha's head, looking at the black carriage becomes more and more bitter, while the idiot Lu Chenjia's expression is still so indifferent and dull.

There is an old monk in Qiuting, and he must preside over the second game of chess.

This old monk wore a cloth made of plain cloth, and his face was deeply wrinkled, densely slumped like autumn branches with fruits, and seemed to be much older than the yellow-robed old monk by the tiger leaping stream.

The old monk in the pavilion first gave a salute to the Buddha in the distance.

I faintly saw the figure of the eminent monk in the Buddha's house leaning forward, as if solemnly returning to the salute.

The old monk looked at the black carriage under the pavilion again, and said: "The Lady of Light and the Thirteenth Master of the Academy have come to Washan. It is an honor for the old temple and the old pavilion."

Ning Que didn't know the identity and seniority of this old monk, thinking about his previous introspection, and replied.

The old monk said again: "Aunt Yuelun Guoqu, Mr. Jiangecheng, bookworms and idiots are all here, and His Royal Highness of the Southern Jin Dynasty is coming here. Washan has not had such a grand scene for many years. It is very emotional. "

The old monk said with emotion, but in fact his voice was indifferent and mechanical. It's just like naming the big people who came to Washan. I don't have any feelings. I must say that honor is just a courtesy.

After finishing the courtesy, we enter the topic.

The old monk didn't say much, and sat quietly in a corner of Qiuting.

There is a huge wooden chessboard in front of him.

There is a wooden fork on the opposite side of the chessboard, and another curtain hangs straight from the pavilion to the ground.

The second game of Washan's three games is always a game. The wooden fork depends on the shape. It should be used to place pieces on the big chessboard. That drape looks extremely thick, but what is it used for?

The old monk was ready for the game and sent out an invitation with action.

The people outside the Qiuting Pavilion are still very quiet. No one went to the pavilion.

People want to be able to pass the test of the game and climb to the top of Washan Mountain.

Know that the last game of chess on the top of the mountain is most likely to be presided over by Master Qishan himself. So even if you can't become a destined person selected by the master, it is a great good luck to be able to talk with the master.

The reason why no one walked into the kiosk at this time was not because they didn't want to try and work hard, but because the person in the black carriage had not yet spoken.

Even if they want to play chess with that old monk, they can't get ahead of that one.

The black carriage moved slowly again, and stopped until the Qiuting stone steps.

The old monk looked at the black carriage, and suddenly a bright flash of light flashed in his eyes, but his voice was still flat as water. Slowly said: "I heard that the girl of the light was by the tiger leaping stream before, with the power of the sky to make my untalented junior apprentice a miserable return. I want to come to the chessboard and be extraordinary."

Listening to these words, Ning Que wanted to ruin Kesi. As expected, even the reclusive elders who practiced to the point where they felt like water stopped surrendering in this respect. It must be a tough battle later. Can't help but feel worried.

However, what surprised him was that after a slight pause, the old monk in the pavilion said in a slow voice: "It can be counted as a secret secret, why should I count on a mysterious secret? Mr. Thirteen, you can bring the girl of light. Go up the mountain on your own."

Ning Que was slightly startled. Turned around and said something to the carriage.

I don't know what Sangsang said in the car, he shook his head. Then he turned around and said: "I came to Washan for medical advice, and naturally I have to abide by the rules of worshiping the mountain. This game is always going to be played."

Listening to this, the practitioners next to Qiuting were shocked, thinking that beside the tiger leaping stream, you are so tough trying to climb the mountain, there is no rule in your eyes, but at this time you have to abide by the rules. ?

The monk watching the sea is also very puzzled, staring at Ning Que in a daze, and the abbot of Lanke Temple is even more dissatisfied. It is really unreasonable for you to be so stubborn and respectful. What do you think of my Buddhism quietly?

Ning Que naturally knows people’s reactions, but he can’t do it, because Sangsang said that she wanted to play this game of chess, and she even wanted to go to the top of the mountain later and play with Master Qishan. Three games of chess.

If you change to the past, Ning Que will definitely not pay attention to her thoughts and directly let the black car leave Qiuting and go straight to the top of the mountain. However, it is different now. He clearly knows the little girl’s intentions. Since the spirit can be sustained, he will go. Well, as long as she is happy, it doesn't matter whether this game is lost or won.

The mountain is getting higher and the autumn wind is getting colder. He takes out his college winter clothes from the carriage, puts Sangsang in it, walks into the autumn pavilion half-armed, and looks at the old monk, saying: "She is a little weak. , Master, don’t take it off."

The old monk said: "The patient should be cured, why bother to come to this game?"

Ning Que said: "The patient always has the right to eat two more pieces of candy, I can't help it."

The old monk laughed, the wrinkles on his face quivered like forest tips blown by the wind, and said: "I have cultivated pure and innocent in my life, but I can't completely get rid of the heart of winning and losing. In fact, I really want to Play this game."

Ning Que couldn't help laughing when he heard this, thinking that this old monk was much more interesting than the previous old monk.

The old monk looked at Sangsang, whose head and face was covered by a black hood, and pointed to the thick curtain on the opposite side of the chessboard, and said: "Since I am a patient, wherever the wind blows, I just sit inside."

Ning Que heard the words and walked to the curtains with Sangsang, only to realize that these curtains were actually woven from thick cotton cloth. They were hung from the pavilion to the ground, covering the surroundings, and no wind could leak out. , There are very thick straw mats on the ground, and a cotton blanket. There is a gap in the front of the curtain, just to have a panoramic view of the big chessboard in the pavilion.

I didn't expect Lanke Temple to have such careful preparations. Ning Que no longer had to worry about Sangsang being blown by the wind, he was very satisfied, but suddenly he thought of another thing, and his mood suddenly became tense.

The most vulnerable part of the practitioner is the body. Facing the hundreds of feather arrows of ordinary people, even the strong of the cave profound realm can only be shot to death, but after all, the practitioner can perceive the vitality of the world. So compared with ordinary people. It is extremely difficult to get sick, such as wind and cold, I believe these practitioners outside Qiuting at this time. Not much afraid of the wind.

So who is this curtain in the autumn pavilion for?

Sangsang naturally.

Ning Que realized at this time that Lanke Temple had been prepared for what happened today. It was even confirmed that Sangsang was the one who broke the game, not himself. If the former is due to the fact that the academy has sent letters to the Qishan Master’s house, how does the latter explain? Could it be said that Master Qishan really has the power of a prophet?

As he frowned and thought about this matter, the voice of the Southern Jin chess master rang out from outside the curtain: "My eyes are not good, can I look closer? I can judge you ."

The old monk looked at this uninvited Nanjin man and asked calmly: "Do you know chess?"

The Southern Jin chess master smiled slightly and said: "Understand a little."

The old monk seemed very satisfied with his answer, and asked: "Where did you learn from the Taoist temple?"

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty looked slightly awkward and responded: "Master Xu Yu."

The old monk said: "It turned out to be Xu Yu. How do you compare with him now?"

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty responded: "My master is old, and I can try my best to win."

The old monk nodded, and said, "That's indeed a good idea of ​​some chess."

The Southern Jin chess master is extremely proud of his chess skills. He said that he knew a little before, but it was just a reserved language, but he didn't expect that this old monk actually thought this way. Can't help but get angry.

He has only served three people on the chessboard in his life. One is a certain court chess master from the Moon Kingdom who has disappeared suddenly, and the other is Master Lankesi Dongming who is rumored to have passed away. He admires and respects the most. He is his predecessor in the Southern Jin Dynasty, and has become a legendary master Song Qian. In addition to these three. The rest of the chess players are completely out of his eyes, so even if he finds that Sangsang has the sky, he can count it. He still wanted to accept her as a student.

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty was not good, so he wanted to have a theory with the old monk, but looking at the old monk’s old face, he was shocked for no reason, and completely forgot about the theory. .

He confirmed that he had never seen this old monk.

But he always felt that the old monk's face was very familiar, as if he had seen it countless times.

The Southern Jin chess master thought hard, but couldn't remember.

At this moment, the second round of Washan's three games officially began.

The old monk looked towards the curtain and asked calmly: "Daughter of light, what color do you want to choose?"

Sangsang's voice soon came out of the curtain, without any hesitation, as if he didn't need any thought.

"Black."

Listening to Sangsang's answer, the old monk's body shook slightly, and his old face showed extremely complex emotions. He looked at the thick curtain and sighed, unspeakable regret.

In the curtain, Sangsang also heard this sigh.

Walking into Qiuting and seeing the old monk kindly and kindly, she felt close to her. At this time, listening to the regret in the other party's sigh, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and asked softly: "Can't you choose black?"

The old monk slowly shook his head, seemingly unwilling, looking at the curtain and asking: "Washan's first game, the chess player can only choose white, and those who can pass the first game often have some kind of psychological hint. , Choosing white can always win, but I don’t know the girl of light, why did she choose black without hesitation?"

Sangsang said: "Because black moves first and is extremely dominant, so I chose black."

The old monk heard this answer by surprise.

At this moment, the Nanjin chess master finally found some pictures from many years ago in his memories. He looked at the old monk like a ghost, and said with a trembling, "When I was a kid in the dojo, I saw your...portrait."

"You, you... are Master Dongming! Aren't you dead!"

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(This is Chapter 3, and Chapter 4 should be written before three points.)

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