The autumn wind lifted the curtain, and Wang Yushan, who was wearing a white skirt, stepped off the Hummer and came to the stone table. She saluted the old man in yellow as a junior, then sat on the stone bench and said, "I'll do it for Miss Zhang Chuchu." Can we play chess?" The old man in yellow remained silent and accepted the invitation, and the window of the Hummer opened a corner. Revealing Zhang Chuchu¡¯s little face, she looked at the seemingly scattered chess pieces on the stone table and chessboard, her eyes gradually brightened. The black Hummer lay sideways under the big green tree, and the car window where Zhang Chuchu was facing faced the mountain stream, so no practitioners on the stone flat could see her, only the old Taoist in yellow could see her. Looking at Zhang Chuchu¡¯s dark face, but pale and haggard due to weakness, the old man in yellow was shocked. I didn¡¯t expect the rumored daughter of light. She is such an ordinary little girl. The old Taoist in yellow had spoken unkindly to Qin Jie several times before. Zhang Chuchu naturally had no good impression of him and his eyes did not stay on the old Taoist's face for a moment. Just looking at the chessboard on the stone table quietly. For some reason, Zhang Chuchu¡¯s eyes became brighter and brighter, and then she spoke cautiously. He carefully asked in a low voice: "What's the reward of this residual chess game?" When Zhang Chuchu's eyes became brighter and brighter, Qin Jie knew that there would definitely be a problem, because in the past years, her eyes had only looked at the silver. Only then can the eyes be so bright. But he still didn't expect Zhang Chuchu to ask such a question, and the expression on his face suddenly became extremely exciting. Wang Yushan didn¡¯t expect that Zhang Chuchu would ask if there was any luck in the remaining chess game, and she couldn¡¯t help being stunned and speechless. The most astonished person is of course the old man in yellow. He started presiding over the three games of chess in Washan decades ago. He has seen many players with amazing chess skills, but this is the first time he heard someone ask what the lottery is. This is a chess game that condenses the wisdom of Taixu Guan Taoist priests. This is a solemn test that needs to be accepted to meet the elder Qishan. In the eyes of this little girl, the result is no different from the gambling chess in those shabby gambling stalls! The old Taoist in yellow was startled for a moment, and suddenly he was filled with endless anger, thinking that even if this little girl is the daughter of light of the Shinhwa Group. How could he humiliate Taixuguan like this? His face was frosty and he didn't even answer Zhang Chuchu's question. Zhang Chuchu looked at the expressions on the faces of Qin Jie and Wang Yushan, and looked at the old man in yellow looking like he was mourning his heir. He knew that the question he asked was indeed inappropriate, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. ¡ ¡the practitioners all returned to the big green tree. Excitedly preparing to watch the chess game, they naturally did not dare to get too close to the stone chessboard. But they all have a state of mind and can see the pictures on the chessboard clearly. Although they could not see the true appearance of the Daughter of Light from their perspective, they were still very excited to witness the Daughter of Light's first move in the human world today, even if the move ended up being a chess piece. Naturally, not everyone in the field was interested in this chess game. At least the Taixuguan Taoist priest in the Taoist chariot couldn't possibly watch his little girl play chess after being slightly humiliated by Qin Jie. The chariot moved slightly, and He Yi led the ascetics from Yuelun Kingdom, and under the guidance of the master of Taixu Temple, they passed by the stone table and headed towards the stone bridge over Huyue Stream. Qin Jie turned around and met the eyes of the nymphomaniac Shui Yanfei. Shui Yanfei's eyes were very calm, a little unusually calm, just like the remaining snow in the grassland meadows, about to die but still extremely cold. Even Qin Jie, who was used to seeing life and death, felt a strong chill from her eyes. He stopped looking at her, looked at the chariot, and said, "Stop." The chariot stopped. "Why can't I pass, but the master on the chariot can?" His question was naturally about the old man in yellow beside the chessboard. The old Taoist in yellow frowned and said, "These guests are fellow Taoists, why can't they pass?" "The disciples of the Dao sect can pass, why can't I?" Qin Jie turned to look at the old Taoist in yellow and said, "You said before that the rules are Is this what it means to be alive? I have never heard of such a shameless rule in my life, and the academy does not accept it." The scene was completely silent again. He Yi looked at Qin Jie with resentment, but Qin Jie seemed not to notice, just looking at the chariot. Although he no longer tried to risk killing the Taixuguan Taoist priest, he was still vigilant. Instead of letting the other party go up the mountain first, it was better to keep the other party in his sight so that he could deal with it. The shadow of the monk in the curtain waved his hand, and the chariot descended. Qin Jie frowned slightly. At this moment, the shocked shout of the Beiling chess master suddenly sounded next to the stone chessboard. This shout contains extremely complex emotions, surprise, anger, and then regret. " It's like when Master saw a country cook in the mountains of Yanbei who dared to serve bear paws to guests in just three hours. "How could you end up here! Do you, a little girl, know how to play chess?" There is a beautiful legend. This legend has nothing to do with stones. It is said that thousands of years ago, in the early years of the Shinhwa Group, when Washan was not called Washan and was called Mantou Mountain, a woodcutter named Wang Zhi accidentally went into the mountains while cutting firewood and saw something. Several veteran players were playing chess. They curiously stepped forward to watch and found that the fighting on the chessboard was extremely fierce. They were so absorbed that they forgot to leave. An old Taoist saw that he was drunk and handed him a steamed bun. Strangely enough, after Wang Zhi ate the steamed bun, he no longer felt hungry. He sat by the chessboard and watched from dawn to dusk. Dusk gradually enveloped the mountains, but the game of chess under the tree had not been finished yet. The old Taoist who had given him food before raised his head, looked at Wang Zhi and said, "If you don't leave, you will have no way to leave." Wang Zhi He reluctantly stood up and prepared to leave. However, when he picked up the ax he used to chop wood, he was shocked to find that the wooden handle of the ax had rotted into dust. When he walked out of the mountains and returned to his hometown , unexpectedly found that all his peers were dead. Only then did he realize that he had been watching chess under the tree for a day, and it had already been a hundred years in the world. This legend spread widely, and later Mantou Mountain became Washan Mountain. Because of this legend, chess is very popular near Washan. Both gentry and farmers have been practicing chess since childhood. The black and white flags Qin Jie saw in the small town in front of the mountain are closely related to this style. The Taoist priests in Guanzhong are naturally good at this. The end game on the chessboard on the stone table under the big green tree today is the method used by Taixu Guan to select the destined person. It is extremely difficult to know without thinking. So Qin Jie never thought that Zhang Chuchu could solve the remaining chess game, but he didn't expect that Zhang Chuchu seemed to make a big mistake with the first piece he played, causing the Beiling chess master to shout in great annoyance. . The Beiling chess master shouted loudly and had a very bad attitude. The practitioners who were watching the chess game naturally looked at each other angrily, thinking that this person dared to be so disrespectful to the daughter of light. He should be sent to a quiet pavilion and locked up for a hundred years. The practitioner's gaze could not affect the Beiling chess master at all. He forcibly broke away from his companion's arm, rushed to the stone table, and shouted with endless regret and anger: "Although this chess game can be broken, it is I also thought about it for half an hour before I found the idea. You, a girl, are just making random moves without thinking. You are really fooling around. Do you know how to play chess? If not, what are you doing? " Wang Yushan, who was sitting at the stone table, raised her head and looked at this person. Because her eyes were not very good, she looked a little confused and said, "I'm really not good at chess. What's wrong?" The Beiling chess master finally came to his senses. Come, turn around and look at the black Hummer, point your left hand at the newly fallen white chess piece on the stone table chessboard, and say angrily: "You are all straightforward people, you don't know how to move around in a square inch! You guys You girl don¡¯t even understand the chess position. If you put any pieces randomly, you will die!¡± Seeing this man shouting at the black hummer, the practitioners who gathered under the green tree to watch the chess didn¡¯t even bother to get angry. No matter how angry you are, you must be sure that this person is an idiot who is not afraid of death - since it is the chess played by the Son of Light, then even if it is wrong, it must be wrong and have profound meaning. Is it you, an ordinary person, who can understand it? The Beiling chess master has been obsessed with chess all his life. He is really obsessed with chess. He knows the status of the little girl in the black Hummer in the spiritual world. As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless, and he still angrily teaches the opponent. Qin Jie shook his head and signaled to the Jiange disciples not to be nervous. Anyway, he did not think that Zhang Chuchu could really solve the remaining chess game. He just warned the Beiling chess master and said: "The voice is dirty." The Beiling chess master was stunned and recognized. It turned out that he was the young man I had met in Taixu Temple yesterday morning, and he said in an unnatural voice: "Playing chess is an elegant matter, how could I say dirty words." Not to mention the commotion on the chessboard. The old Taoist in yellow is sitting opposite the chessboard, with a calm and indifferent expression. He has been studying chess all his life, especially the end game under the tree. He has been thinking about it for countless years and has replayed the moves no less than a thousand times. At this moment, looking at the white chess piece that has just landed on the chessboard, he feels like a Beiling chess master. Likewise, it is confirmed that White has fallen into an irreversible dead end because of this move. This endgame is called Luanke, which means a pile of firewood - when there is no external force, the pile of firewood seems stable, but in fact it is always on the verge of collapse. If you want to break this endgame, you can??If you want to rearrange the order of dry firewood in the firewood pile without falling over, you can imagine the difficulty. Zhang Chuchu whispered the location through the car window earlier, and Wang Yushan followed the instructions. The white chess piece was taken directly from the bottom of the complex chess game, as if it was unreasonable to reach out and pull out the thickest piece from the bottom of the pyre. The dry firewood seemed tough, but in fact it completely destroyed the barely stable balance of the woodpile. The pyre has collapsed to the ground. "This game is over." Since the practitioners watching chess under the big green tree today wanted to see the old master of Qishan, they were naturally quite confident in the way of chess, or they had companions who were good at it. When they heard this Then, after carefully examining the situation on the chessboard, I couldn't help but be shocked to find that what the Beiling chess master said was right, the white chess piece could no longer regain its life.