Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Lin Caiyun's remnant soul was slightly stunned, then nodded: "Yes, it seems that you have seen him."

"Well, why do you say he can't get out?"

"His desire to win is strong, but not as strong as yours." Lin Caiyun said: "He is willing to lose to me, but you are not."

Qian Qing couldn't help but chuckled twice with a 'hehe', raised her chin slightly, and said, "Don't talk about it anymore, just lose. Since you know that I don't want to lose to you, lose to me quickly."

"This..." Lin Caiyun shook his head, "No way. Well, what's so difficult about winning against you?"

After finishing speaking, Lin Caiyun lowered his head, held the white piece with two fingers of his right hand, and landed on the Xingluo chessboard, Bingjiu position with a 'click'.

Qian Qing's eyes opened suddenly, and she leaned forward in disbelief, staring at Bing Jiu's position.

This boy really has the aura of opening up the world.Just now Qianqing could say that she had a slight chance of winning, but after this move, the situation was suddenly turned around, and the outcome has already been decided.

"Hahaha!" Outside the barrier, the old fairy Deng Lin looked up to the sky and laughed, "If you want to compare with Lin Caiyun, you are still a few million years behind!"

Lin Zichu pursed his lips and looked at Qianqing with complicated eyes.

Qianqing opened her eyes wide, then narrowed them again.

After taking a breath, he took out two black stones from the chess box and landed them on the chessboard at the same time, counting it as admitting defeat.

Lin Caiyun said: "Chengrang, look at me Qianqing, do you want to compare?"

Qian Qing shook her head, although she felt a little frustrated, she was not unwilling.

This is naturally because Qianqing has already noticed that her chess strength is far behind that of Lin Caiyun.

He thought back to the son of Lin Caiyun who fell to Bingjiu just now, it was really a hand of God.This person's chess skills are unfathomable, looking up the world, there are very few people who can reach the height of Lin Caiyun.

Qian Qing sighed, and said, "There's no more competition. Now I can't win against you."

"Then you can leave." Lin Caiyun said: "Ask Lin Zichu to come in. If Lin Zichu is better than you, then my inheritance will be inherited by him."

Qian Qing couldn't help but glared at Lin Caiyun, and said: "Are you trying to provoke the relationship between the two of us? It's useless, my brother and I have a deep friendship, what's the point of breaking the inheritance together?"

Lin Caiyun supported his chin with his right hand, propped it on the chessboard, watched Qianqing turn around and walk out of the barrier, and suddenly remembered that millions of years ago, when he was in his 20s, he played chess with Deng Shisan.Deng Shisan, who lost, did the same thing, turned around and left, scolding angrily.

... What is he talking about?

It seems to be: Lin Caiyun, you bastard cheated and beat me, next time I will kill you to the bone!

When Qian Qing walked out of the barrier, what greeted him was the cheerful laughter of Old Fairy Deng Lin.

"Hahaha," Elder Deng Lin said, "Even I can't beat Lin Caiyun, do you still want to please him? It's so pitiful, look at my boy, you were completely killed by Lin Caiyun! "

Lin Caiyun waited in the barrier for a while, and saw ripples like water waves in the smoky barrier, and then a long monk walked in slowly.

The moment he saw Lin Caiyun, Lin Zichu paused for a moment, then quickly realized, walked to the chessboard silently, and sat down cross-legged.

On the chessboard, there was no trace of Qianqing playing chess just now, but Lin Zichu still looked at the chessboard seriously for a while, raised his hand to pinch the sunspots, and gently stroked them in his palm.

When Lin Zichu put down the black chess, Lin Caiyun said: "You are the winner of the second round of 'Wushan Cloud and Rain', and you are eligible to participate in the third round. I will transmit the relevant spiritual knowledge of Xingluo Chess to you, and you Remember."

"Ah."

Lin Caiyun said: "In the first game, I will let you fifteen sons."

Lin Zichu responded lightly.

"You are black."

Lin Zichu responded again, nodded, and consciously picked up Heizi.

A second eye, upper left corner.

Lin Caiyun also picked up Bai Zi, thinking in his heart, these two boys are about the same age, and their cultivation level is not much different, but their tempers are completely different.

Just now when Lin Caiyun said to Qian Qing, "Let you be fifteen sons", Qian Qing showed a dangerous expression, as if she was underestimated.

Then he said 'you are black', he glared at Lin Caiyun angrily, as if he wanted to give him a good look.

But Lin Zichu accepted it calmly, as if it didn't matter what Lin Caiyun thought of him.

Click, click, click.

There was no conversation between the two of them, they were just playing chess, and for a while, only the sound of the censer bubbling and smoking could be heard in the enchantment.

Bing nine, A four, B three.

Lin Zichu's chess moves are focused, unlike Qian Qing who spread Lin Caiyun's fifteen pieces on the entire chess board in a wide range, Lin Zichu concentrated most of the pieces in the center and the upper left corner, Fight Lin Caiyun in these two places.

Therefore, Lin Zichu's fifteenth son's advantage was fully manifested at the beginning of the game, Lin Caiyun was like a swordsman forced to do his best, he had to use the strongest moves from the beginning, if he didn't, he would be defeated immediately.

Two monks who also had the Cold Dragon Lying Snow Body, two monks who deeply understood how much pain this legendary physique brought to them, and two monks who should have the most tacit understanding and the most common language, sat silently at this moment. On both sides of the chessboard, a game of chess was quietly played.

Same white clothes, different styles.

One of them holds a black chess piece in his hand. He has an elegant appearance, but his face is expressionless, and his temperament is calm and indifferent.

One holds a white chess piece in one hand, with an astonishing appearance, a faint smile on his lips, and a free and easy attitude, which conceals the strong aura of a monk who is out of his body.

I don't know how long it took, a game of chess came to the middle.

Lin Zichu gradually frowned, carefully watching the chess moves on the chessboard.

The upper left corner, where Lin Zichu had an overwhelming advantage before, has been locked by the opponent at this time.

Lin Zichu tried several times to provoke the central dragon, but was always checked and balanced by Lin Caiyun with a slight advantage.Judging from the chess game, Lin Zichu seems to be only one step away from occupying a large area in the middle.

But Lin Zichu knew in his heart that he was able to get down to the current situation, all because of Lin Caiyun's calm release of water.

At the beginning of the game, the two played chess, and Lin Caiyun's chess was overbearing and tough, unmatched by anyone.

It was the sharpest sword in the world, capable of cutting off all external attacks.

But now, Lin Caiyun's chess posture has turned into a continuous piano sound, which is crisp and sweet.

He laid out traps one by one meticulously, waiting for Lin Zichu to crack and observe his reaction.

On Lin Zichu's back, there was cold sweat, faintly falling.

... The person in front of him is really too strong!

Although Lin Caiyun just sat cross-legged in front of Lin Zichu quietly, but Lin Zichu vaguely seemed to see a mountain, towering and towering, no matter how hard he climbed, he couldn't see the apex.

Lin Zichu's right hand reached into the chess box, pinched a chess piece, wanted to pick it up, released it again, and picked it up again.

After struggling for two breaths like this, the expression on Lin Zichu's face became more serious.

Lin Caiyun sat on the sidelines and waited for Lin Zichu to settle down. Seeing that he had been waiting for a long time, he said slowly:

"Do you want to continue? If you continue, you will lose."

Lin Zichu's right hand stopped struggling, he withdrew his hand, put his hands on his knees, and sighed slightly.

"You win."

"It doesn't matter, you are already doing pretty well to get here." Lin Caiyun said, "I hope I, Qianqing, will give up about five or six times earlier than you."