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

It didn't take long.

The pale monk sitting in the wheelchair nodded with a solemn expression:

"Okay, I promise you. In this game, you and I will decide the outcome by playing chess."

"it is good."

Lin Zichu nodded, and took out a piece of consciousness from his brain.

Not long after, all the monks present were moved, they all read the content about Xingluoqi.

"The rules of this chess game are really simple, but unexpected and amazing creation."

"Looks interesting."

"The person who created this chess game must have a lot of research in the way of chess. I am afraid that he specializes in the way of chess, and it is not yet known."

Lou Feng Sui read silently.

He is proficient in chess, and he is the one who finished reading the fastest in the audience except Qian Qing.

"I see."

Lou Fengsui nodded and said, "I understand. Then, let's get started."

Seeing that Lou Fengsui reacted so quickly, Lin Zichu also frowned.

He said: "Brother, it's the first time for me to play Xing Luo Chess. According to the teacher's training, I should have let you play a few pieces. But this time, the situation of the match is not good for us, so I won't allow me to give up pieces for the time being. Let Feng follow the senior brother to hold the black, and make a brief statement. What do you think?"

Lou Feng was slightly taken aback.

But Bo Xichencheng was already yelling in the audience: "Lin Zichu, how dare you be so arrogant?!"

As we all know, in the game of chess, because the sunspots are played first and the whites are played later, the sunspots have the advantage.

Both sides play chess at about the same level. In order to be fair, they will use the method of guessing first to determine which side is black.

If the level difference is too large, the weaker side will hold the black.

Although this Lin Zichu is a well-known figure in the Four Continents, it is also thanks to his legendary physique, not because of Lin Zichu's outstanding chess skills.

On the other hand, Lou Fengsui's side, no matter what, Lin Zichu's level of playing chess should be far inferior to that of Lou Fengsui who will naturally inherit the title of "No.

Since he was no match for Lou Fengsui, and he insisted on letting the opponent be black, he either slapped his face swollen to make him fat, or he was playing tricks.

It's no wonder that Bo Xichencheng, who had a good relationship with Lou Fengsui, scolded Lin Zichu for being "arrogant" and "arrogant".

Not only Bo Xichencheng, but even the monks of Zhengyang Xianzong showed anxious expressions.

"Senior Brother Zichu, what's wrong?"

"Brother Lin, why did you let Lou Feng follow the black?"

"Sigh! Brother Lin probably doesn't know how proficient Lou Fengsui is at playing chess."

"Even if it is a chess piece that he has never touched before, he can quickly master it. This time, Senior Brother Lin may be underestimating it."

The audience was bustling, and there were constant protests.

Lou Fengsui couldn't sit still anymore, he was a very gentle and upright monk, he tried to say to Lin Zichu: "I took advantage of fellow Taoist when I first met, isn't it too unkind? No If the two of us guess first and decide who will be black and who will be white, it will be more fair."

Saying that, Lou Feng has already stretched his pale and thin fingers towards the chess basket in front of him.

The so-called guess first is to guess odd or even.

Lou Feng casually grabbed a handful of chess pieces in his hand, and Lin Zichu guessed whether the number of chess pieces in his hand was an odd number or an even number.

If Linzi guesses correctly at the beginning, he will hold black first, hence the name Guess First.

This move has already given Lin Zichu a big step.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zichu blocked Lou Fengsui's fingers halfway, he raised his head, looked at Lou Fengsui very seriously, and said word by word:

"Brother, please be black."

Lou Fengsui was slightly taken aback, when he found the firm and uncompromising expression in Lin Zichu's eyes, Lou Fengsui smiled and nodded.

"Seeing fellow Taoist Zichu like this, it seems that the chances of victory are in his hands, ha ha."

Lou Feng rolled up his cuffs, which were too wide for him, until they reached his elbows, "Since that's the case, I'm brazen and black, please enlighten me."

Speaking of this, Lou Fengsui showed such a serious expression for the first time since he came on stage, as if he was going to do his best.

The audience was full of excitement, but on the stage, the two monks did not say a word, and they were elegant and leisurely.

Lin Zichu and Lou Feng sit cross-legged facing each other, Lou Feng Sui holds black, Lin Zichu holds white.

Xing Luo Chess is different from ordinary Go. It looks simple and clear, but in reality it is tricky and changeable. The pieces can be stacked and stacked, which is far more complicated than Go.

Lou Fengsui lowered his head to think for a while, and the sunspot landed at "Bingsi".

Lin Zichu didn't think about it, he stuck close to Lou Fengsui and started fighting.

Under the stage, Zhengyang Immortal Zongzuo lined up.

Due to Qian Qingzai's special status in the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, all the monks knew about his every move.

The intimate relationship between Qianqing and Lin Zichu is no secret.

So when Lin Zichu came to the stage, some monks from the Zhengyang Immortal Sect frequently looked towards Qianqing, wanting to see Qianqing's expression.

On weekdays, Qian Qing is quite competitive and will never admit defeat until the end.

But sitting under the stage at the moment, Qianqing frowned, didn't smile, just watched Lin Zichu and Lou Fengsui duel on the stage, as stiff as a rock on the shore.

Looking at Qianqing's appearance, one could tell that he was also very dazed at this moment.That being the case, there is no need to go forward and talk to him.

The chessboard of Qianqing and Lou Fengsui was turned into a graphic through the monk's means, enlarged and condensed in the air.

No matter where the monk stood in the Martial Arts Hall, he could clearly see Lin Zichu and Lou Feng Sui playing chess.

Click, click, click.

In the huge martial arts hall, for a while, only the clear and crisp sound of the two people falling could be heard.

Everyone stared intently at the huge chessboard directly above the martial arts stage, and gradually, some people in the crowd began to talk softly.

"Loufeng Suiyi's chess style is meticulous and impeccable."

"Lin Zichu seemed a little eager and aggressive at the beginning of the game, obviously wanting a quick victory."

"Even though he is eager, he is not impatient. Judging from the current situation, he can match up with Lou Feng!"

"Lin Zichu is young, but he has such strong chess power."

Everyone knows that Lou Feng follows his own temperament and is not good at attacking quickly. He has a strong sense of the overall situation when playing chess.

Although Lin Zichu's opening market is comparable to that of Lou Feng, it is hard to predict what will happen after the market.

It's just that Lou Fengsui is a well-known chess master in Wandering Kongzhou, and Lin Zichu, an unknown junior, playing like this with him is already surprising enough.

However, everyone didn't have much expectation for Lin Zichu's victory because of this. After all, Lin Zichu was facing the "number one chess player" Lou Fengsui.

The onlookers were full of confidence in Lou Feng Sui.

However, on the stage, Lou Feng frowned with his brows, and there was a burning sensation on his back.

Ordinary people say that when a master plays chess, he takes one step and sees three moves.

At the stage of a monk, one move can even calculate the next hundred moves.

Although it was Lou Fengsui's first contact with Xingluoqi, his calculation ability remained unchanged.

In the game with Lin Zichu, Lou Feng would be surprised every time he took a step.

In his opinion, Lin Zichu didn't seem to have this kind of chess ability.

It's not that Lou Feng underestimated Lin Zichu, it's that at Lin Zichu's age, he shouldn't have such a honed chess style.

Lou Feng was trembling with his sick and weak body all year round.

A three, B six.

Swallow.

Bingjiu...

click, click.

The sound of falling children continued.

After half a stick of incense, sweat gradually broke out from Lou Fengsui's forehead.

Some of the monks watching from the audience were more careful and found that the speed of the building wind was getting slower and slower.

What surprised them was that, in contrast to Lou Fengsui's more and more solemn expression, Lin Zichu's move speed was the same as before.

Whenever Lou Feng falls with a child, Lin Zichu doesn't think about it.

despair!

It seemed that he already knew where Lou Feng Sui was going to fall, and the way to deal with it had already been clearly conceived in his mind.

Lin Zichu's aggressive falling sound was like that of a majestic swordsman, the cold light he showed when he pulled out the immortal sword before beheading the enemy's head made people tremble with fear.

At this point in the chess game, although it is still unclear whether the winner or loser, some people screamed.

"Unbelievable!"

"This Lin Zichu, when did he have such chess power!"

"But I don't know why this person is secretly cast, and I have never heard of Lin Zichu's talent in chess."

"Lin Zichu is a genius on par with Lou Feng!"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Only Qianqing showed a stunned expression.

"This..." Qianqing said inwardly, "Brother, this chess move... so familiar, why does it seem to be..."

It seems that that day in the frozen forest wasteland, in the star-studded pavilion, the chess moves of senior Lin Caiyun?

Qianqing suddenly realized, she only felt that Lin Zichu's moves were exquisite, quite like Lin Caiyun's style of playing chess back then.

It turned out that Ri Qianqing and Lin Zichu inherited the two lineages of Lin Caiyun and Deng Lin respectively.

The content of the inheritance was complicated and delicate, and the two of them couldn't figure it out for a while, so they wanted to study it carefully after returning to the sect.

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu share one heart and one mind, and most of the inheritance content is shared.

For a while, Qianqing couldn't say whether Lin Caiyun's inheritance had any experience about Xingluoqi.

Judging from the current situation, seeing Lin Zi's courage when he first made a move without thinking, as if he had experienced tens of thousands of years of tempering, we can know that he not only inherited Lin Caiyun's experience on Xingluo chess, but also inherited Lin Caiyun's many years of experience in playing chess. .

Thinking of this, Qianqing let out a long sigh of relief.

Zhengyang Xianzong and Yukongzhou were far behind in the score, so he was naturally anxious, fearing that Lin Zichu would be under too much pressure and fight desperately with Lou Fengsui.

Looking at it now, not only will Lin Zichu not lose this match, but he will win it easily.

Qianqing's tense neck suddenly relaxed, and he leaned back, looking at the huge chessboard hanging in the sky, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

On the stage, Lin Zichu sighed inaudibly.

Not bad, just as Qianqing thought.

The inheritance of Lin Caiyun is mainly divided into two parts.

The most important, of course, are swordsmanship and piano skills.

Back then Lin Caiyun was honored as "Sword Brave and Qin Heart" because he was good at swordsmanship and piano skills.

Except for the most important part, the rest are bits and pieces.

For example, Lin Zichu has inherited the Xingluo Chess technique, knowledge and experience specially used to amuse Old Immortal Deng Lin.

During the days of Guizong, Qian Qing and Lin Zichu mostly got together to study Lin Caiyun's swordsmanship.

Due to the extensive and profound inheritance of this predecessor, the remaining minor items have not been involved yet.

Even Qianqing didn't know that Lin Caiyun had given Lin Zichu everything he had learned all his life about Xingluoqi.

As early as when Lin Zichu said that he wanted to play chess with Lou Fengsui to determine the outcome, Lin Zichu already knew that Lou Fengsui would definitely lose in this match.

It's not that Lin Zichu is arrogant, but because he knows that in this world, Lin Caiyun's proficiency in Xingluoqi is unmatched.

Perhaps Lou Fengsui is a chess genius in the Kongzhou and can beat the number one chess player, but he is still too young, and he is still far from winning Lin Caiyun.

Lin Zichu sighed softly again.

In this fight, he won by force.

What Lin Zichu can do is to bring up Lin Caiyun's inheritance in his mind, and then slam down his son, driving Lou Fengsui to a desperate situation.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhengyang Xianzong was too far behind in the score at this time, and it would be difficult for Lin Zichu to defeat him with his own force, Lin Zichu would not be willing to do so.

I really feel sorry for Senior Brother Lou Fengsui.

But compared to losing this game and putting Qianqing under a lot of pressure, Lin Zichu is more willing to wrong Lou Feng to follow senior brother and let him lose this game.

The chessboard draws to a close.

The monks in the audience stared wide-eyed and dumbfounded, all showing expressions of disbelief.

The wind on the stage was followed by white clothes, and his thin body trembled as if he was about to fall down.

His chest was heavy and he was having trouble breathing.

Lou Fengsui felt an unprecedented pressure.

He couldn't help but look up.

Sitting opposite Lou Fengsui was a monk in white who was younger than him.

Despite his young age, he has a dignified expression and an elegant demeanor, vaguely possessing the courage of a monk who has attained the Tao.

This young junior cultivator...

Lou Feng grabbed a handful of chess pieces from the chess basket, and then let go of them and landed on the chessboard.

"……You win."

In front of him, there seemed to be a Qingtian mountain range.

No matter how Lou Fengsui raised his head, he couldn't see the top of the mountain hidden under the clouds.

As soon as the four words came out, the millions of monks in the audience were silent, and needles could be heard.

Lou Fengsui lowered his head deeply, propped his arms on the chessboard, grasped the pieces on the chessboard with both hands unwillingly, and smashed the complicated chess moves.

Lin Zichu frowned, opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.

It stands to reason that after Lou Fengsui concedes defeat, an invisible hand will reach out from the barrier to take him to the sidelines.

However, this match is determined by chess, there will be no danger of life, and naturally there is no need for others to interfere and protect.

After Lin Zichu put away the chessboard and Lou Feng followed him off the stage, the second match could begin.

However, at this time, Lou Fengsui was lying on the chessboard, his body trembling unceasingly, making it impossible for Lin Zichu to take back the chessboard.

All the million monks in the audience were stunned.

They never thought that Lou Fengsui would lose the competition.

In the Martial Arts Hall, the silence continued for a long time.

Until the audience, a monk spoke and broke the silence.

"The wind follows."

But it was Xianjun Beilin of Wandering Kongzhou.

"Still coming down?"

Hearing Master speak, Lou Fengsui finally raised his head.

He raised his head, but did not leave the chessboard.

His face was as pale as paper, he didn't say a word, his eyes only stared at Can Qi.

Lou Feng gradually became short of breath, he laughed miserably in a low voice, and suddenly choked, only to hear two heart-wrenching coughs.

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Lou Feng's mouth casually, and fell on the chessboard, dotted with dots.

It is like the snow plum in splash-ink landscape painting.

At that moment, the gloomy feeling choked in Lou Feng Sui's chest was suddenly released.

He was in a trance, as if he was dying.

Lou Fengsui's thoughts couldn't help but go back to that day many years ago.

The wind howled and the snow fell.

In Hanxuan Chess Academy, there are people like a wall surrounding the chessboard.

Sitting on both sides of the chessboard, one is a pale teenager in his teens, and the other is an old man in his 60s and [-]s with a gray beard.

There was silence in the chess academy, and everyone was staring at the situation on the chessboard.

Only on the opposite side of the chessboard, the pale and sickly boy coughed from time to time.

As time went on, the teenager coughed louder and louder.The weather was too cold, even though there was a fire in the chess academy, he could clearly feel the weakness of his body.

The onlookers sighed in amazement.

"Since Lou Fengsui came to the Chess Academy, he has won five hundred chess players in a row, and he has not lost a single one so far!"

"It's a pity that he is too weak and has a broken leg, so he can't participate in the national competition in Beijing."

"...I'm afraid he won't be able to survive this winter."

Just as he was talking, Lou Fengsui's cough became more and more urgent.

Suddenly, the usually pale boy's cheeks flushed red, he seemed to be out of breath, stuck his throat, and started coughing loudly.

Then he stopped breathing suddenly, and his body was like a boneless cooked fish, lying limply on the chessboard.

The crowd of onlookers scattered like frightened birds.

"Ah - dead!"

"Someone is dead here!!"

In the crowd, everyone scrambled to run out.

There was only one man in white, walking slowly towards Loufengsui.

The weather was so cold, but the man was holding a folding fan in his hand, slowly fanning his face.

The man walked to the chessboard, looked down at the board, and then looked at Lou Fengsui who was regarded as a "dead man".

The wind of the building grows with the outlet, and the intake is short, and half of the legs step into the palace of the king of hell.

Seeing Lou Fengsui's panicked and terrifying appearance, the man in white smiled instead.

His eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle, leaning against Lou Feng with him, and said softly:

"I am the Kongliu Immortal Sect and the Beilin Immortal. I figured out that you and I have a relationship as a master and apprentice. Would you like to come to the Kongliu Immortal Sect and become my disciple?"

Lou Feng's eyes were slack, and his body was extremely weak.Even so, he could still understand what Xianjun Beilin said.

"I……"

Lou Feng Sui was too weak and his voice was extremely low.

Xianjun Beilin also bent over and put his ear to Lou Feng Sui's lips.

When Beilin Xianjun heard what Lou Fengsui said, at that moment, Beilin Xianjun knew that this disciple must be the most special and unique one among all his disciples.

What he said was:

"—I still want to play chess."

Lou Feng's white skirt was immediately stained red with blood.

When he fell down, Lin Zichu subconsciously reached out to help him.At this moment, a red figure rushed out from under the martial arts viewing platform, his figure flickered, and quickly moved to Lou Fengsui's side.

The monk in red rushed in front of Lin Zichu, lightly clasped his hands, and hugged Lou Fengsui in his arms.

His face was full of anger, his appearance was exquisite, he stared at Lin Zichu, and said:

"You little thief, I really don't know what tricks you used to defeat Lou Fengsui by such a fluke."

This person is none other than Bo Xichencheng, a disciple of the Dongling Immortal Sect in Liaojizhou.

When monks compete in martial arts, according to common sense, others are not allowed to perform on the stage.

It was only because the battle between Lin Zichu and Lou Fengsui had already been decided at this moment, so no one stopped Bo Xichencheng.

Lin Zichu has an indifferent temperament and doesn't like to argue with others.

Hearing Bo Xichencheng's scolding, he didn't argue, and took the blood-stained chessboard away.

He also advised:

"Trouble senior brother, please take Lou senior brother off the stage to heal my injuries."

"You don't need to be hypocritical!" Bo Xichencheng was really angry, he was about to step off the stage with Lou Feng in his arms, but when he heard Lin Zichu's order, he turned around and cursed again.

This time, even though Lin Zichu was still patient, Qian Qing in the audience couldn't sit still.

I saw Qianqing standing up against the table, pinching the sound amplification formula, and yelling loudly:

"Bo Xichencheng! Big brother let you do this in order not to hurt the peace of the two sects. Do you think that we are afraid of you?"

The voice of Jindan cultivator was much louder than that of ordinary people, Qianqing pinched the sound amplification formula again, and the whole martial arts hall was filled with his voice for a while, it was like Jiao Lei passing by, blasting people's eardrums.

Qianqing was emotional, and in a rage, she directly called out the nickname "big brother". Some monks couldn't help being stunned, and after thinking about it, they realized who Qianqing was referring to as "big brother".

They all started talking in low voices, what is the relationship between Qianqing and Lin Zichu.

Bo Xichencheng only felt that the wind in his arms became weaker and weaker with his breath.

Lou Fengsui was weak and sick before he became an immortal, and it is said that it was caused by overthinking.

Over the years, she has been carefully cared for by Xianjun Beilin, and even the number of times she plays chess is firmly controlled.

After finally raising his body a little bit, he was so severely injured.This time, the depression accumulated in Lou Feng Sui's heart, I don't know how long it will take to get rid of it.

Bo Xichencheng was worried and anxious, and had no time to argue.

I saw him holding Lou Feng Suiheng in his arms with both hands, jumped off the martial arts platform in a few steps, and walked towards the eagerly awaited Beilin Xianjun.

During the process, Bo Xichencheng turned his head, looked at Qianqing, and said viciously:

"Don't let Gu meet you on the martial arts stage. Otherwise... I will fight you to the death!"

Qianqing's eyes were fierce, and the moment Bo Xichencheng spoke, she was about to rush towards him.

The monks in Zhengwuzhou were brave and aggressive, and Bo Xichencheng could bear it, saying that he wanted to win or lose on the martial arts stage, but Qian Qing couldn't bear it anymore, and actually wanted to compete with Bo Xichencheng on the spot.

Fortunately, the Zhengyang Immortal Sect monk who was sitting next to Qianqing had already expected that Qianqing would rush up.

As soon as Qian Qing made a movement, a circle of monks sitting beside Qian Qing started their hands together, this one grabbed Qian Qing's wrist, and the other grabbed Qian Qing's robe.

"Senior Brother Qianqing, you must not get angry with this kind of person!"

"Zhengyang Immortal Sect is the host of this Martial Arts Show, and the senior brother represents the face of the sect, so don't be rude to the guests."

Mumen Qi even said: "It's more important to watch Senior Brother Zichu fight with others!"

In Xianmen, seniority is not divided by age, even though Mumen Qi came to Zhengyang Immortal Sect earlier than Lin Zichu, they are still called Lin Zichu senior brother now.

He and Qian Lin have known each other for a long time, and he knows that the two have a deep relationship. When these words came out, Qian Qing, who was almost furious, had the idea of ​​patience.

Qian Qing shook her arm, motioning for everyone to let him go, and said softly, "I'll deal with you when I'm on the stage later."