The Path Toward Heaven

This street outside the old Meiyuan is the most concentrated place for chess stalls in Chaoge City.

Some of the chess stand owners are really masters in the market, and some are even boring disciples in some large chess halls. Naturally, there are many people who cheat people with chess boards.

The endgame is the most particular and the least particular, and is the most convenient way to cheat money.

It often takes only one step to crack the endgame, but no one can think of that step.

This endgame has been at the end of this street for ten years. No one has solved it yet, and even some masters of the big chess hall have been known for a long time and have not cracked it.

Suddenly quiet in the field, stemming from the young man's step.

People guessed a certain possibility through the face of the endgame owner, and they were shocked and speechless.

The first losing stall owner and the endgame owner are not just neighbors, they are the two brothers.

He knew how difficult this endgame was, or how insidious it was.

After Master passed this endgame to them back then, it became the biggest secret of their brothers and sisters. I don't know how much they won for them.

No matter how the disciples of those big chess halls tempted or even intimidated them by means, they did not say that his teacher's brother was even interrupted by a hand six years ago.

However ... how could this person move the horse in the first step?Did he see through the secret of the endgame at a glance?

He glanced at the endgame owner and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The opponent can easily break the endgame passed down by Master, so I am afraid it is a Chinese chess player ...

It's just, why do people with such amazing skills come here?

Even if there are some market experts hidden in the chess stands on this street, those guys are all in the front street.The place where they placed their chess was leaning against this barren garden. There were very few people walking to the booth and the position was not good. Could the other party specifically target themselves?Or is it the master of which chess hall the other party invited?

Thinking of this, the first stall owner was shocked and gave a lot of anger, shouting: "We will not leave, what can you do!"

The young and immature young man had already walked to the third chess stand, and Wen Yan looked back at him, and said blankly, "If you don't go, you will die."

The stall owner was also preparing to say something. When he touched the other person's eyes, he suddenly felt very cold.

People also have the same feeling, as if the spring of Chaoge City, in this moment away, the world returns to the cold winter.

One thought moves the world, this is the monk's method.

The owner of the endgame was pale, and quickly came out, holding the brother with shaking hands, and begging him not to say anything.

His hands were interrupted by the chessmen six years ago by the players in the chess hall, and he suffered from sequelae. Whenever there was a cloudy day or when he was afraid, he would tremble.

Knowing that the young man was a monk, people were afraid and spread out around them.

"I don't know how expensive this fairy master is?"

As the street with the most chess booths in Chaoge City, although there are not many interests, there are still interests, so naturally there are people in charge.

When a person like a young person picks things up, the person in charge must come out to settle the matter.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in a green shirt, saluting one after another, and said respectfully, "Mr. He."

That Mr. He is a disciple of Chunxi Chess House in Chaoge City, and his status is ordinary, but he is very noble on this street.

The behind-the-scenes club of Chunxi chess hall is a cool prince, so Mr. He is not too afraid of the young man. Of course, he is still very respectful.

The stall owners and the host of the endgame glanced at each other, a little surprised and puzzled, thinking that this young man was not invited by Chunxi chess hall?

The young man glanced at the Mr. He with a blank expression and said, "My purpose is very simple, that is, to drive away all of you."

Mr. He looked slightly miserable and asked, "Can you ask me why?"

The young man looked up at the sky and said, "It is also very simple, because you are not qualified to play chess."

People all over the street knew what was happening here and came around.

Listening to the young man's words, could not help uproar.

Mr. He's face changed slightly, and he said: "The fairy master has extraordinary skill, why should he ..."

The words are not finished, but the meaning is very clear-why do the monks, bully the weak?

He never thought about it. This is playing chess, not fighting.

The young man ignored it and turned to the chess booth and said, "You lose, get off, I lose, and die."

His expression is very indifferent, not to look down on life and death, but absolute confidence.

When talking, he did not look at the boss of the chess booth, but at a wild grass on the eaves.

This is the case when the eyes are above the top, which is really unpleasant.

Mr. He and the stall owner, as well as the lively people, felt very unhappy.

"Just go down! I don't believe you can win so many of us!"

Someone shouted.

The young man was obviously preparing to drive away all the chess stands on the street.

His thoughts and style have already aroused public anger.

There are people on this street who cheat money with secrets in the endgame, those who make money with the power of chess, some masters of chess to play life, and disciples of Chunxi chess hall like Mr. He.The further you go outside the street, the higher the chess player's level will be. Even if young people are more capable, can they still win?

And it is really pressing everyone, it is not impossible to invite a few chess players from Chaoge City.

In a noisy and chaotic environment, the young man's expression remained the same, and he waved to the boss of the chess booth.

Zhao Layue's eyes fell on the chessboard.

"This is called chess." Jing Jiu said.

"Although I don't know how to play chess, I still know it."

Zhao Layue glanced at him.

She wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Jing Jiu knew what she was worried about.

He looked to the young man who looked like a child.

Young people do not really have their eyes higher than the top, but their eyebrows are a little light, so the position of their eyes appears a little high, always giving people the feeling of looking down from the top.

As if he looked down on anyone in the world, especially in front of the chessboard.

This reminded Jing Jiu of the old man again-the old man who was reminded by the sound of the piano in the mountains.

This young man is playing chess, just like the old man murdered.

The flames lasted for March.

Do not drink tea.

Jing Jiu's mood is a little subtle, and he doesn't want to continue reading.

"Come on, it's too noisy here."

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Yes, today's Chaoge City is too noisy, noisy everywhere.

At the May meeting, the sound of piano and cheers, the sound of flute and the song of birds have been quarreling for a long time.

Outside the palace, the sound of friction between the wooden wheel and the blue stone slab, and the crisp sound of the tea cup falling on the ground, are very annoying.

On the long street, chess pieces fell heavily on the chessboard, and cheers and laments rose one after another, gradually falling behind.

Before coming to the old garden, the world had just become more clean, and deep inside Merlin, there was a voice again.

The sound was very soft and sweet, like a bead curtain colliding with the wind, like raindrops falling from the lotus leaf.

Zhao Layue was a little surprised and said, "Xuanlingzong?"

The home garden is quiet, the plum trees are dusty, there are no tourists, but there are a lot of remnants of the breath of formation.

Those formations are very powerful. With Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue in their current state, it is difficult to break the formation.

Unless Zhao Layue used the Firth sword, or he shot it himself.

Fortunately, some people have entered Merlin, breaking these formations.

These are the ringtones.

Jing Jiu raised his eyebrows.

The little girl seemed more anxious than them.

What question does she want to ask Tian Jinren?