Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 52: Don’t make sense with the stinky chess basket

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Since I have not yet reached the wine shop, it has been raining and the sky has cleared. Wang Yanqing understood that seeing the old gentleman’s fate had not arrived, he was not in a hurry to go to the wine shop. Slowly walking along the official road, listening to the "Jiazi Mountain and River Travel Notes" that Chun Shui was reading, occasionally nodded, his expression unchanged.

The book "Jiazi Mountain and River Journey" that Chun Shui holds in his hand is written by a down-to-earth scholar who has traveled through mountains and rivers all his life. He is not high in realm and knowledge. The level of writing is at the level of Wang Yanqing. It seems that it is not high. It’s just that the feelings between the writings are sincere, and it is considered a good book. In the end, even the name was not passed down to the scholar. There is only one book that has been handed down in the world. Emperor Yanling liked this book very much, otherwise it would not. I personally picked it out and let Chun Shui take it away from the palace for Wang Yanqing to read.

After reading the last sentence of this book, I was not busy opening the new book. Instead, I went to find a water bag. After drinking a few sips, I laughed softly: "Mr. It’s not too good. If the previous heavy rain disturbed the husband, but now the rain has passed and the sky is clear, why is it still like this? Is it possible that Mr. has some other plans in his heart."

Wang Yanqing smiled calmly: "I have been blind for many years. I can't see when it rains, nor can I see when it rains and the sky is clear. There are any disturbing sayings, but I just remembered that I didn't take it with me on this trip. That game of chess seemed a bit boring, and there was nothing else after listening to the book every day."

Chun Shui said softly: "Mr. is also playing chess with himself, isn't it boring?"

Wang Yanqing just smiled when he heard this statement, and didn't say much, even Yanling national player is not his opponent. In this dynasty, where can he find an opponent who can match his chess power? Who can you go with if you don't go with yourself?

It's just that apart from reading, the only hobby is chess. The scholar really wants to find an opponent with comparable chess ability to compete.

But how difficult it is!

The carriage crossed a wooden bridge, and a pavilion appeared in front of him. After driving for a long time, thinking about the lack of horses, the groom turned his head and asked: "Mr. Wang, there is a pavilion in front of you. Would you like to stop for a while? ?"

Wang Yanqing nodded and agreed, "It's so good."

The carriage stopped by the pavilion, Chun Shui helped Wang Yanqing out of the carriage and came to sit down at the stone table in the pavilion. Wang Yanqing looked at Gujing not waved, stretched out his hand and straightened his hair. Since blindness, this kind of He can only rely on feelings to arrange the temples and hair. As for whether it is arranged properly, he actually doesn’t know. After a while, Wang Yanqing turned his head to look at Chunshui with great interest, and asked with a smile: "My face Can you make it?"

Chun Shui stretched out his hand to send a few wisps of hair on his forehead behind his ears for Wang Yanqing, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chunshui is the best-looking person Chun Shui has ever seen."

Wang Yanqing chuckled and said: "But how did I hear that our first beautiful man in Yanling is in Luoyang City, haven't you seen it?"

Chun Shui's face is slightly red, and he whispers: "But Mr. May looks best when he smiles."

Wang Yanqing's face is slightly red, not much to say.

The horseman simply walked farther to find some fodder for the horse, not paying attention to the things in the pavilion, so as not to get hurt.

Only the groom walked to the river and looked at an old guy standing in the distance, looking at him with a smile.

The groom was startled, and was about to speak, when he found that the old guy had his feet off the ground and was hanging in the air. The groom is not a monk, but there are also many people who deal with monks throughout the day, so he was not directly scared, just thinking that there is such a water ghost in this small river?

He asked loudly: "Where do you come from?"

So I just want Wang Yanqing, a monk in the Taiqing realm, to know what happened.

The old guy stood in the distance for a while, ignoring the silly groom, walked into the pavilion, came to Wang Yanqing, put the things he was holding on the stone table, and took care of himself. Sitting down, Chun Shui on the side opened his eyes wide, but the old guy didn't care, ignored Chun Shui's surprised expression, and smiled calmly: "Wang Yanqing, how about you Yanling national player, how about a game with me?"

Wang Yanqing "looked" forward, with a dazed expression. In his perception, apart from this voice, he didn't know that there was another person in front of him.

The old guy waved his hand and said: "The old man is out of his body and wandering around, how do you perceive this realm? On the contrary, it is not as good as an ordinary person, at least you can see the old man with your eyes open."

Get out of your body and travel!

Wang Yanqing quickly smiled. These seniors who can go out of their body and wander around can figure out where such a monk of the Qingjing realm can figure out. He pondered for a moment and said: "Presumably the gentleman is the old gentleman from the wine shop. Yes, before killing the monks who accompanied the army in the Northern Army Mansion, was it by your husband?"

The old scholar who wandered out of his body when he was drunk smiled, "It turns out that the old man remembers correctly. Now, Wang Yanqing is not only the number one national player in Yanling, but also the worship of the Yanling Penalty Department. Why, want to make peace The old man tells some truth?"

Wang Yanqing spread out the chessboard on the stone table and said with a smile: "What is the truth about the old gentleman's cultivation level, it is only if he can be seen on the chess path, which makes the gentleman annoyed."

The old scholar pushed Bai Zi in front of Wang Yanqing and said with an angrily: "Do you really think Wang Yanqing is the number one player in Yanling?"

Wang Yanqing was noncommittal, but just asked: "Mr. Black?"

The latter snorted and put a chess piece on the board.

Wang Yanqing is blind, but every time he plays chess, someone tells him where the opponent is playing, and then he remembers the positions of these chess pieces on the chessboard, and then he plays chess. , But now only Chun Shui was next to him, so after the old scholar put down the chess piece, Chun Shui hurriedly lowered his head to tell Wang Yanqing the position of the black piece.

After that, Wang Yanqing whispered, and Chunshui put the white pieces on the chessboard.

The old scholar smiled and asked: "Wang Yanqing, is this time out of Luoyang City to track down the young girl?"

Wang Yanqing calmly said: "The emperor's will is like this."

The old scholar nodded, put down a sunspot, and then said: "The old man doesn't lie to you, the young girl is in that restaurant, but the old man really can't let you bring these two people back. Luoyang City."

Wang Yanqing looked calm and said: "I would like to hear the details."

The old Confucian smiled with satisfaction. The most unwilling thing in his life is to make reason with unreasonable people. Since this Yanling national player is willing to reason, he will reason with him. .

"The young girl has a huge background and is not easy to provoke. Of course, you have an academy behind Yanling, and you don’t dare to provoke it at all. It’s just that if you really kill this girl, maybe the one behind you I would not be so willing to reason with you like the old man. But saying this is not a reason for you to give up, but the old man also knows that Yanling is really irresponsible. As for the young man, the old man had to protect him. ."

Wang Yanqing frowned and asked: "Why is this?"

The old scholar smiled bitterly: "Seven years ago, when I was in Demon Land, I ran into Chao Qingqiu."

Chao Qingqiu, as soon as these three words came out of the old scholar's mouth, Wang Yanqing unconsciously held his breath. It was because the name was too loud. If the names of other saints in the mountains and rivers are called Jean If other cultivators feel admired, Chao Qingqiu's name sounds like they need to be in awe.

This sword immortal is the world’s first to kill and kill people. Just killing people is enough to stand on top of this mountain and river. Among the twelve saints in the mountains and rivers, plus a few great demon in the demon land, who came across this sword immortal? Does Jian Qi frown?

The old scholar said calmly: "The old man owes him a favor, so he silently decided in his heart to shelter him from the descendants of this swordsman. In the past seven years, the young man was the first swordsman he met. Naturally, he has to fulfill his promises. In fact, this kid is the first for the Lobsang River, and there shouldn’t be a chance to take action."

Wang Yanqing fell behind and smiled calmly: "It's okay, there is an old gentleman here, in fact, Wang Yanqing can't do much."

The old Confucian student was surprised: "Is it so easy to talk?"

Wang Yanqing said calmly: "When I left Luoyang City, the emperor’s will was very clear. Do your best. If you can’t stop at the border, it’s fine. You don’t have to chase it anymore. The husband escorted him. Wang Yanqing couldn't stop him even if he gave up his cultivation skills. What else would he stop, but Wang Yanqing didn't dare to believe all the words of the old gentleman, so he wanted to meet the young man. I don't know. What do you think of the old man?"

The old scholar nodded, but soon he frowned.

Wang Yanqing stopped letting Chun Shui fall, and said with a smile: "It seems that Yanqing is not as good as the old man in his realm cultivation, but his chess power is still better than the old man."

The old Confucian had an ugly face. In the chess game in front of him, the black side was killed and the white side looked like he hadn't done his best yet.

The old scholar sincerely praised: "What a Wang Yanqing!"

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A round of hand-to-hand talks in the pavilion ended, and the old Confucian went away alone. Wang Yanqing returned to the carriage and asked the groom to drive the carriage to the restaurant.

Chun Shui never knew why that strange old gentleman came, and why he has disappeared now.

Wang Yanqing didn’t say much. Although the monks under the world are divided into three religions and have a line of swordsmen, they are in fact roughly the same. Monk, since he is a monk in the Chaoyang realm, then Wang Yanqing actually talks too much, no matter how much truth can be taken for granted, it is actually useless. Reasoning things like reason are usually given to those with higher realms and lower realms. In terms of speaking, in the current situation, it is clear that Wang Yanqing is in the lower realm, and the truth is always in the hands of the old Confucian student.

Driving the carriage to the wine shop, Wang Yanqing got out of the carriage and went to the broken wine shop. He sniffed and asked with a smile, "Is there any wine?"

The middle-aged woman standing in front of the counter gave Wang Yanqing a surprised look, and she quickly realized that this good-looking man was actually blind. She softly replied, "Yes."

Wang Yanqing didn't know the situation in the wine shop. After walking a few steps, he came to Li Fuyao who was getting up and said with a smile: "The rain has stopped, but can I ask this young man to stay for a while?"

Li Fuyao frowned and asked: "Why?"

Wang Yanqing said calmly: "There is one thing I need to ask two people for advice."

Without waiting for Li Fuyao to speak, Wang Yanqing solemnly said: "Under Wang Yanqing, now it is worshipped by Yanling Penalty Department."

Li Fuyao's heart tightened, and he looked at the consecration of the criminal ministry, but said nothing.

Wang Yanqing asked calmly: "On the Lobsang River a month ago, a dozen monks in my Yanling all died on that river, but what two did, or one of the two One?"

Qinghuai frowned and was about to step out. According to this person's idea, it was about to start a fight.

Li Fuyao grabbed her arm and replied calmly, "Yanling has committed Da Zhou. As a member of Zhou, Fuyao will naturally take action. Not only a dozen monks, but even the commander of Chen Guo was killed by me. . If the husband wants to investigate this matter, Fuyao will not wait to die if he thinks about it."

Wang Yanqing smiled and said: "It is reasonable to fight for the country."

Li Fuyao frowned and asked: "What does that gentleman do?"

Wang Yanqing didn’t say good or bad, but asked Chun Shui to take the chess game and put it on the wooden table. After sitting down, he calmly said: "The next chess game, after playing, I will let you go across the border of Yanling. I will return to Luoyang City."

Li Fuyao sat down without hesitation and said a good word. For these Confucian monks, in fact, in his mind, some can be called scholars, and some can only be described as monks, but it happens that he feels that the man in front of him is a real scholar, after he met Huang Jin and the old scholars. , The third scholar I met!

Before playing chess, he asked a question that Wang Yanqing had asked before, "Mr. Black?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head and said very seriously: "No one can match my chess strength in Yanling. If you hold black, I'm afraid you won't last long."

Li Fuyao also said seriously: "But I like Baizi."

Wang Yanqing smiled, did not say much, just asked Chun Shui to take the sunspot and place one on the chessboard.

Then Li Fuyao thought for a long time before putting a white piece on the chessboard very seriously.

Chun Shui looked at Li Fuyao weirdly, and then whispered something in Wang Yanqing's ear. The latter laughed dumbly, and then went on after a moment of silence.

This time, Li Fuyao thought for a long time before putting down the second white child.

After Chun Shui whispered something next to Wang Yanqing for the second time, Wang Yanqing's expression became very weird this time. He shook his head and whispered: "This game is not going to be played." /

Li Fuyao raised his head with a look of surprise.

The regained old scholar stood up and watched the chess game. He found that it was only two moves that Li Fuyao had played without any reason. It was completely unreasonable and he didn't understand anything. The old Confucian laughed angrily. "Li Fuyao, Wang Yanqing is Yanling's national player, Yanling is number one in the world, you are also number one, but the last one!"

Conscientiously boring Wang Yanqing stood up and sighed: "The most boring thing in the world is to play chess with the smelly chess basket."

Hearing these words, the old scholar burst into laughter.

The corners of Qinghuai's mouth are curved.

The middle-aged woman has a smile on her face.

Li Fuyao reluctantly put down the chess pieces in his hand. He didn't say that he would play chess.

After a game of chess, Wang Yanqing walked out of the wine shop, but before stepping out the door, the consecrater of Yanling's criminal ministry said to the middle-aged woman: "The border is not peaceful. If you keep yourselves in peace, Wang Yanqing will naturally get along with you. The Northern Army Mansion made it clear and tried its best to keep you safe, but the premise of all this is on the premise of keeping yourself safe, otherwise I will come out of Luoyang City again."

The middle-aged woman looked at the gentle-faced scholar, nodded and promised: "Okay."

Went out of the wine shop, onto the carriage, and embarked on the journey back to Luoyang City.

Chun Shui sat in the carriage, looked at Wang Yanqing, and asked strangely: "Sir, why did you decide to return to Luoyang City after playing a game of chess?"

Wang Yanqing said meaningfully: "Because he is a stinky chess basket."

Chun Shui frowned, wondering what's the reason for this, sir?

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In the wine shop, the old scholar waved his hand impatiently and said: "Li Fuyao, don't ask too much. The old man is too lazy to tell you about these things. You really want a reason, which can be understood as you. The little girl next to you is really your noble person, but in fact, the old man also believes that as long as the little girl wants to go and can't stop, Wang Yanqing will probably kill you."

Li Fuyao choked silently.

The old scholar rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Hurry up and go to the sword mountain. I can't wait to see if you, the little fellow, will one day make the old man feel that this hand is worthwhile." /

Li Fuyao gave a salute, and Qinghuai was about to leave, Qinghuai hesitated for a moment, and said to the old scholar: "My dad mentioned that there is an old guy in this mountain and river. He hasn't read a few days, but always He likes to walk around, his realm is not good, his wine is inferior, his speech is unpleasant, but he is commendable."

Without words, Li Fuyao was confused.

The middle-aged woman is even more dazed.

The old scholar stood in a daze for a long time before regaining his consciousness. He looked at the back of these two little guys and laughed softly: "Your father's wine is really not very good, but the realm is high. What are you talking about? It all makes sense."

After a long time, the old scholar turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman, and suddenly smiled: "The shopkeeper, after taking that pill, go to the demon land after the old wound is cured. The old man is in this wine shop. I have stayed here for long enough. I haven't finished watching the scenery of this mountain and river. I have to walk around while I'm still able to walk."

The middle-aged woman said angrily: "You can go, just get the money!"

The old scholar said helplessly: "The shopkeeper, can you be reasonable, the old man has solved such a problem for you, you are embarrassed to charge my jars of wine?"

"How many jars?"

The middle-aged woman put her hands around her chest and smiled: "You can remember it, but it is sixteen jars of wine, three hundred taels of silver! If you can get this silver now, I will let you go right away. !"

The old scholar covered his forehead with his hands and murmured: "It's nothing more, bring some more jars of wine."

The middle-aged woman smiled and said: "Why, you have money?"

The old scholar said arrogantly: "If you have no money, you owe it first!"

The middle-aged woman twitched the corners of her mouth, she had never seen a credit account so taken for granted.