Rebirth of the soul rekindles the dream of the beauty of the country

Rulong thought, how can I say it? I don't know the level of art in this cultivation world, so I vaguely said modestly: "I should know a little bit."

Murong Xue thought it was normal. Although Rulong was very talented, he was also playful and unlearned. How could he be proficient in art? But isn't art also played by playful people? From a certain perspective, it is also not doing one's job properly, right? So, is it possible for Rulong to be proficient in everything? Maybe he is proficient in some aspects.

Murong Xue pinched her forehead and sorted out her thoughts. Why was she thinking so much? Why was she always distracted when it came to Rulong?

The Holy Son of Baiyun dropped a seemingly ordinary move in mid-air, but that move was like the finishing touch.

Those seemingly scattered chess pieces suddenly became orderly, forming a net that seemed sparse but was actually dense.

Most of Dao Buhui's white pieces were divided and surrounded, and his encirclement of Baiyun Shengzi's chess pieces collapsed in an instant, and all his previous efforts were wasted.

The white gas in the sky was like a hungry tiger, devouring the white gas that was intertwined with it, but the white gas was powerless to resist.

Dao Buhui was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. He realized that he was influenced by the previous duel with Jian Wuji and took too small a step, which gave the opponent a chance to attack calmly. However, he was obsessed with hunting down the opponent's scattered pieces, thus greedily taking the small and losing the big, and his pattern was narrow.

Dao Buhui abandoned his son and left, which was considered as admitting defeat.

The monks around were talking about the matter, praising Saint Baiyun for his superb chess skills, which were unmatched and he won two games in a row with ease. Some also said that Saint Baiyun had recently obtained a chess manual from a relic, so his chess skills had greatly improved.

Qin Zheng felt the changing situation above the chessboard the moment all the energy dissipated.

Qin Zheng opened his eyes, with some regret in his eyes. He thought if only he had more time, but he had to go on stage.

Qin Zheng floated up, like a banished immortal, and stood gracefully on the white chess side.

Saint Baiyun chuckled and said, "Qin Zheng, admit defeat as soon as possible, otherwise you will also spit out a mouthful of blood."

Although Qin Zheng felt heavy inside, his face remained calm, after all, he could not lose the battle.

Qin Zheng said, "Don't brag too early. You've played two games in a row. I'll wait for you to rest for a while."

Saint Baiyun snorted and said, "That's not necessary."

Qin Zheng said again: "Then you go first."

Saint Baiyun felt that Qin Zheng was confident and worried, so he stopped trying to make the first move.

Although he had an advantage by making the first move, Baiyun Shengzi had fought two consecutive games, and even if Qin Zheng won by making the first move, it was still slightly insufficient and criticized. Although he gave up the first move, he lost the opportunity to make the first move, but it was also decent. Moreover, this would invisibly dampen the opponent's spirit and shake his confidence. He should be conservative in making the first move, which was also cautious, but it would take longer, and what he lacked was time, because the chess record he had just obtained needed to be slowly integrated in practice before it could exert greater power.

The two of them placed their pieces on the chessboard as if they were pacing in deep thought, often hesitating and thinking for a long time.

The white and black air above the chessboard appear to be free and scattered. Sometimes it is like a drop of oil falling into the water, slowly dispersing, and sometimes it is like a fish spitting bubbles, rising and falling slowly.

Especially Qin Zheng, he would think twice before making each move, and he would think three times before making any move, which made the cultivators around him feel sleepy.

At first, Baiyun Shengzi took Qin Zheng seriously, but as time went on, he felt that Qin Zheng was just playing tricks and that he was not that smart, so he sped up his moves. However, Qin Zheng did not follow his pace and made him wait for a long time every time, which made him more and more impatient. He was quite dissatisfied and said, "Qin Zheng, why are you playing tricks? I don't think your moves are that smart, do you need to think so long?"

Qin Zheng said disapprovingly: "Saint Baiyun, you don't even have this much patience, your mind is not calm enough, how can you talk about chess?"

Saint Baiyun was almost choked to the point of coughing, and he retorted: "Your thinking is too slow. It doesn't matter if I wait for you, but are all these monks watching and laughing at you?"

Qin Zheng just replied: "Whoever loses will be laughed at."