The Salted Fish Life from the Night

"He doesn't like you, I want to know why?!" Of course, this "he" does not refer to Ning Que outside the carriage, but Jiang Xianyu who is about to start the second game of chess in the ancient pavilion over there.

Shanshan wanted to know why Jiang Xianyu didn't like such a little girl... After getting along with her, it seemed that there was really no way to hate her.

"I don't know." Hearing Shanshan's question, Sangsang thought about it seriously, then wrinkled her face, and shook her head in distress.

"He's weird." Sangsang said.

"I don't like him either, but he looks really good-looking." After a pause, Sangsang continued, "Better than the young master."

Ning Que: "???"

Shan Shan also said: "He is indeed prettier than Ning Que."

Ning Que: "..."

These two girls are very honest, honest ones can't tell lies, whether it's what Sangsang said or what a bookworm said, it's because they are talking that Ning Que suffered a thousand tons of critical blows.

My heart is pierced... I am going to be pierced to death.

Sangsang used to think that Long Qing was good-looking, but later found that Long Qing was not that good-looking, but she always thought that Jiang Xianyu was good-looking.

"But I still like the young master."

"He said...it's called beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

"The young master also said so..."

Mo Shanshan said suspiciously: "The two of them... actually have many similarities..."

"I feel the same way."

Sangsang smiled cutely, "I know that I am not good-looking. I have not been good-looking since I was a child. When I was a child, I dragged a [-]-pound leg of lamb alone in Weicheng and no one came to help me. Later, I lived in Chang'an. Even the uncle who sells hot and sour noodle soup can't always remember me, Ning Que said, this is called passerby's face."

"The first time I saw you, I felt very inferior, because I would never be as beautiful as you in my life... But I still have him... He never disliked me, I don't know if I won... "

"There's no winning or losing..." the bookworm girl said softly.

"Yes, in fact, although he doesn't like me, he treats me very well. He is not like those people. He can see my existence, and then he will help me. Although he still doesn't like me when he helps me, but They will still help me, no matter if it is the old pen studio or the academy... they will help me when they see that I am struggling..." The person who always helps her is the only person who hates her in the back hill of the academy.

Sangsang said doubtfully, "He's really weird."

Mo Shanshan: "..." She didn't believe that Jiang Xianyu would hate someone for no reason, and what he hated was so strange, but she really couldn't figure it out, Ning Que didn't understand it, nor did senior brother on the second floor understand it, But maybe this trip to Lan Ke will understand.

For example, Ning Que and Mo Shanshan, who are strong in the realm of knowing fate, will have some premonitions about what is coming... they can't see anything, but they can faintly perceive something, getting closer...

Ning Que's mood was very complicated. After listening to the conversation between Sangsang and the bookworm in the carriage, it became more complicated. When he came to this world and experienced that kind of life, there were not many things that could truly make him fear. The person who is least willing to be an enemy.

That is Jiang Xianyu.

He was able to embark on the road of practice because of a Tongtian pill, Chen Pipi's Tongtian pill, Jiang Xianyu gave him, Jiang Xianyu saved his life, and let him set foot on the world of practice, with everything he has now .

In the wasteland, Jiang Xianyu helped him a lot.

He also helped to suppress the coldness in Sangsang's body... These are two lives... How should I pay back? ! ?

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The three-storey pavilion stands still in the mountains and forests, very imposing. There is also an old monk in the pavilion, older than the gray-clothed old monk. Jiang Xianyu is about to play the second game of chess with this monk. .

This is not an endgame, but a new move.

After the simple politeness, the formal chess game came, and this old monk's chess skills were even more exquisite than the one in the first game.

Because he is Master Dongming, for a hundred years, he has been recognized as the number one master of chess in Washan, a supreme figure, so the Southern Jin chess masters over there offered their knees, this is the patriarch of chess.

And Jiang Xianyu...he is the patriarch of the culinary world.

Jiang Xianyu looked at the erected screen and curtain, he smiled and said, "It seems that the chess player Master Dongming is waiting for here is not me."

"Since we're here, let's play a game of chess." Dong Ming said. "I heard that Mr. Fourteen said that the academy is the best in everything, so I want to ask for advice."

"Then please."

"Mr. Fourteen, what color do you want to choose?"

"Kuroko."

"Why?"

"Because the last game was Bai Zi, of course we have to change the taste in this game."

Dongming: "???" How about trying your taste? !

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Chapter 310: Here I Come Again

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Xianyu has always believed that those who can play a profound game like Go to a high level will be masters if they learn it, and he himself could not learn how to play chess in his previous life, so he is a scumbag.

Those who can practice Go to a professional level will be super academic masters.

That brain...it's awesome.

As for the transformation from a scumbag to a top student, time travel cannot change the essence.He can still know what he knows, and he still can’t know what he shouldn’t, so he has paid a lot to be able to play against a world-class chess master like Master Dongming... The Go boy and the chess soul played over and over again... Really It's too transparent...

The way of chess is endless, it is always evolving, one mountain is still higher, but the end point seems to be the same...

Compared with the endgame, Jiang Xianyu played more easily this time. He is not good at calculation and cannot display real skills in the endgame, but this game is different. The sunspots in his hands are like dreams and demons. The dark clouds covered the sun, covered up Baizi's warm spring, and then swallowed it up bit by bit...

At this moment, his chess style changed strangely, so his painting style changed again, becoming like a god and demon. His gestures are not elegant art, but wild pride. He is not good at calculating with his brain, because his calculation has been integrated into the Among each of his own sons, he will then transform into an illusion, then deceive people, and then the game will end.

This game ended much faster than the last one.

Because when playing chess, the two of them didn't have much time to think, but it was more exciting than the first game.

After all, Master Dongming is a supporting role with a name...and the one who presided over the first round was called an old monk in gray at the end. If we compare it like this, the gap will be obvious, won't it?

Master Dongming closed his eyes, as if thinking about it: "Sure enough, it is an academy, everything is the best in the world, how is Mr. Song in the academy?"

"How does the master know that he is in the academy?"

"I once played three games with him, and there is a hint of him in this game..."

"He is my fifth senior brother." Jiang Xianyu said.

The fifth senior brother, Song Qian, was also a young genius at the beginning. He was rebellious and had a dirty mouth. He was already the number one chess player in the Southern Jin Dynasty at a young age. Later, he went to Lanke Temple to play three games with Master Dongming, winning one and losing one. , and then a conflict occurred in the third endgame, and the fifth brother was beaten away, and later became the fifth direct disciple of the master.

Jiang Xianyu played chess with the fifth senior brother countless times in the back mountain. Maybe this process also absorbed some of his style. This is a very small style, but it was discovered by this master of insight.

As a result, there was an uproar.

As we all know, the master has thirteen direct disciples, but there are a few who are unknown to Yun Shen, who are they?Only Mr. Da, Mr. Er, Mr. Twelve, Mr. Thirteen, and Mr. Fourteen only know now that there is Mr. Five who is Master Song Qian.

Also a generation of idols.

The chessboard is over, and then continue to move forward, and there is another big boss who is satisfied. How can Master Dongming still have the mood to continue to test others at this moment because of the spiritual satisfaction?Then spoil your own interest?So the second round was really over, and the practitioners continued to go up the mountain without any hindrance, and finally came to the Washan cave.

The Washan Cave is just at the foot of the big Buddha statue. At the entrance of the dilapidated hut, there is an old monk who is so weak.

He used to be a cultivator at the peak of the Five Realms, but he was tempered by a disaster to become what he is now. To be honest, there are not many people who can do it. Anyway, if you put yourself in the same place, if it is Jiang Xianyu, he will be able to do it within his ability. What he took on, but if it really exceeded the limit of his ability, he would not be willing to destroy himself like this.

Because he is selfish, such a selfless master will be respected by the world.

Jiang Xianyu smiled and said to Master Qishan: "I'm here again."

"Why bother to come?" Master Qishan shook his head and said.

After listening to the conversation between Mr. Fourteen and Master Qishan, all the practitioners knew that Mr. Fourteen had already met with Master Qishan. Could it be that he is the predestined person who opened the hut this time?But I don't know why I have to do it again?

"Come play chess with you. How about it? If I win, you can go to the academy with me, how about it? Your body is guaranteed to be recuperated for you... By the way..." Jiang Xianyu suddenly patted himself lightly, "The day before yesterday It was too hasty to meet at night, and I actually forgot this."

He took out an exquisite box, and after opening it, there were some pills full of strong medicinal power. He took out one and put it under the eyes for everyone to admire, and then threw one to Master Qishan.

"Do you want to try it? This is a good thing."

"This is..." Master Qishan quickly recognized what the pill was, "Zidi Pill."

The one who spoke was a monk from Xuankong Temple, he, like Master Qishan, recognized this legendary elixir that has long been lost in Buddhism.

Thinking of this kind of elixir, of course I also remembered that the most precious thing to make this kind of elixir is not the medicinal materials, but the blind medicine in it, so the head of the Xuankong Temple who has been suppressed by Ning Que asked coldly: "Mr. , You made this sitting pill?"

Jiang Xianyu fiddled with a few Sitting Pills in his hand, listened to the monk's question, and then said casually: "If I said that I made it myself, what would you do? Do you think that I am Wei Wei? The son of Pluto in Guangming's mouth? Then you want to kill me?"

"Don't be joking." Master Qishan's expression was also very serious at this time, "Mr. Fourteen, don't cause such a misunderstanding, I believe that you definitely didn't refine this sitting pill..."

"Oh?"

"Even if the same pill is made by different people, it will have different breaths. The medicine among them makes me feel that it is not the heart and soul of people in Buddhism, so this pill is not very pure... ...Of course, if you take it, the effect is not bad."

"You can see that too?" Jiang Xianyu stared, this Master Qishan really can do it, yes, it is also sitting on the ground pill, although Long Qing's painstaking efforts can also be made into medicine, but the quality of this medicine is really not as good as the heart of Buddhist eminent monks The blood is refined well...

He could be identified through the system, but Master Qishan relied entirely on his own eyes... If there hadn't been that disaster, I really don't know what state this old man would have now?The five realms must be broken, and even a few more steps can be taken.

Sad, deplorable, respectable.

"Now that the master has clarified, I will tell the monk at the Xuankong Temple that I stole the medicine from Prince Longqing, and that the sitting pill was made by Longqing with his own heart and soul. He was shot by Ning Que at the beginning. Pierce a hole in the chest, and then, oh, cut yourself, take some heart blood as medicine, it’s nothing.”

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When Jiang Xianyu casually uttered such a terrifying fact, everyone was shocked by the potion of sitting earth pill. That Prince Longqing could be so ruthless, he could survive, and... Ning Que was covered in blood. Cold, he really hoped that Ye Hongyu had already killed that guy in the wasteland... Ning Que felt sorry for someone who was so cruel to him.

He originally planned to ask Jiang Xianyu to give Sangsang a taste, but now, forget it.

But Master Qishan didn't mind, he opened his mouth and ate it, he said: "Zudi Pill has no curative effect, but it is also very good for the body, it can make my spirit better now."

So it is to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Although it made the old man feel much better, there is no way to make up for the broken foundation. The only thing that can do it is the Tongtian Pill, not even the Tongtian Pill.

There are always more intractable diseases in this world than antidotes... Most of them have no cure, and medicine stones are ineffective. This is fate, the fate of many people, and everyone who ends their lives because of this must believe in fate.

If a problem cannot be solved by one Sitting Pill, two, three... countless pills cannot be solved either.

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Chapter 310 The Seventh Comes, Yu Lan