Chapter 36 Swordsmanship, Go and Xiangqi
Compared to the crowd that was overwhelmed by Murong Xiu’s high integrity and noble sentiments, Xin Zhuo’s mentality was very stable.
He felt that Mr. Murong was a bit strange. He was full of blood, but if there was none, he was at a very high level, a little higher than himself. He looked like a seventh-grade man, but he seemed very weak.
I don’t know whether this kind of person is strong or weak, but things have developed according to the bad side he imagined - breaking the pot and breaking things, unwilling to give in.
Maybe it will cause a chain reaction of people under the peak and a collective boycott.
Therefore, this battle must be fought.
After thinking about it for ten seconds, he decided to give it a try: "Okay, if you lose, Miss Su's criminal code will be increased by ten more!"
There was a sudden agitation under the peak.
Master Murong was very calm, with a smile on his lips: "Okay!"
Then he was like a thunderous dragon, with his brocade robes fluttering, and he thrust out a sword, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, and the horse hanging in the air, The crisp sound of the sword sounded like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, deafening.
The air around him was buzzing, and the piercing and dazzling sword energy rushed in all directions.
One person and one sword, flying across the sky, it is fascinating!
“A sword sweeps the clear sky!”
“Okay!”
A mountain below the peak roars with a tsunami.
Xin Zhuo's mind was a little wandering, and he couldn't understand what kind of ghost sword skills this guy had. How could his sword energy be released?
Now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.
"The messy and confusing dog-like sword skills!"
He also reported the moves, holding the sword in his right hand, performing the light skill of "Flying and Wonderful Dance", and faced the sword, A slash with a knife.
A side of hemp clothes, a broken knife, a ruined reputation, and ugly movements!
A brocade robe, a famous sword, a stunning look, and a beautiful appearance!
The contrast is very sharp!
Everyone’s eyes followed the two figures.
“Dang!”
The harsh sound of weapons clashing echoed in all directions.
Xin Zhuo landed heavily and took three steps back. The linen clothes on his body had been cut with more than ten large and small cracks.
Looking at Murong Xiu, his brocade clothes were fluttering, like a piece of rag, flying upside down. In mid-air, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his sword fell, his hair was messy, and his grace suddenly disappeared.
“Bang!”
Falled down the steps, face down and slid down the steps again, in an indescribable embarrassment.
The whole place was deathly quiet!
Anyone with or without eyes can see that Mr. Murong was defeated!
The good young master who was in the seventh level and was famous all over the world was defeated so miserably!
Xin Zhuo, the little thief, was at the eighth level and defeated the second seventh level. How simple was his victory?
This situation of getting beaten as hard as a good start is really unacceptable.
As for Su Miaojin, who was watching helplessly, the sparkle in her lost eyes disappeared again little by little.
"The power of the master!"
Belatedly, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi and others raised their arms and shouted, unable to hide the pride on their faces.
Xin Zhuo leaned on the sword and frowned slightly. This Murong Xiu is still quite strong. His realm is one level higher. He can be said to be unscathed by his mutated sword skills. The key is that he can release his sword energy, which is equivalent to This is the first time I have seen a main sword with a group of small sword buffs after traveling for so long. If the opponent was stronger, I might be the one who loses!
At the bottom of the peak, seeing Murong Xiu walking down the steps and lying on the ground in a large shape, everyone hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Murong, are you okay?"
Murong Xiu waved his hand. Stop approaching, stand up gracefully, and wipe calmly Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he still had a warm smile on his face: "As you said, this thief is indeed very strong. I have to admit that he is a capable person, but he does not have many abilities. In terms of martial arts, he is definitely below me, and Let me go up and try again!”
With that said, he climbed up the steps gracefully again, as if nothing had happened.
When he reached the top of the mountain, he smiled gently: "I'm here again, I'm Murong Xiu, Murong Xiu, who is like a jade in the world!"
Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose: "Miss Su Miaojin's There are already twenty-two articles in the criminal law. Are you sure you want to try again? If you try again and lose, you can add ten more!"
"It's just ten, no problem!" Murong Xiu waved his sleeves calmly. Of course it's okay for you, it's not you who is being tortured. Su Miaojin breathed quickly for a while and simply closed her eyes.
Xin Zhuo smiled: "Okay!"
Murong Xiu said calmly: "However, this time there will be no competition of force!"
"Then what is the competition?" Xin Zhuo was surprised.
"Hand-talking! I win, and all the torture to Miss Su will be erased!"
"Hand-talking? Go? I don't have it here!"
"I have it!"
Murong Xiu waved his hand, and a beautiful maid in green clothes at the foot of the mountain twisted her waist and brought a large game of chess.
“The boss!” Cui Yinger and others looked at Xin Zhuo.
Go is a game that only scholars can play, but how can a bandit play it? I have never heard of the boss playing Go, which is a bit bullying.
Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop him, and he also became a little bit competitive. In his previous life, he was pressed to the ground, rubbed and beaten by the park uncle and his teacher. His Go skills were better than the ones above, but not as good as those below. I wonder how skilled the people here are. , my hands are itchy and unbearable, no one can die anyway, Su Miaojin is in my hands, I will cheat if I lose, I am a bandit, what should I be afraid of?
"Come on!"
"Come on!"
The chessboard was placed on the ground, and the two of them sat cross-legged, with Xin Zhuo holding black and Murong Xiu holding white.
White goes first.
The surroundings were silent for a while, except for the sound of pieces falling on the chessboard.
At the foot of the peak, those who have mastered Qing Qing Kung Fu have climbed up the big tree and are watching from a high position. Those who do not know Qing Qing Kung Fu can only stand on tiptoes and stretch their necks, trying to get some clues from their body language and movements. .
On the peak, Cui Ying'er and the other five people looked surprised. Why did the boss refuse everyone who came today? Just go around the chessboard and look at it. If you don't understand it, you can at most tell whose pieces are placed better.
Even Su Miaojin, who had a knife pressed against her neck, opened her eyes and watched intently. Talking with hands is the most common casual game among nobles, and she is also a master among her close friends.
But when I saw it, I felt something was wrong. Murong Xiu was a master. And Xin Zhuo does know how to play, but it is a skillful move, but... there is always a hint of weirdness.
After two sticks of incense.
"Dragon slaying! You lose!"
Xin Zhuo put down the last stone.
Su Miaojin breathed a sigh of relief. The gap was too big. Xin Zhuo's chess skills were the same as his martial arts. It was very strange. He looked at five in front and six in back. He always made moves in unexpected places, while Murong However, Xiu looked forward and backward, and fell behind.
My tortures have been increased to ten, thirty-two!
"Impossible, impossible... what the hell are you doing..."
Murong Xiu's elegance was gone. He held up a chess piece, his eyes wandering, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Xin Zhuo remained silent, this is Mr. Park’s wild way of playing.
Murong Xiu sweated more and more on his forehead. After a long time, he regained his composure, smiled softly, and pushed the chess pieces around: "Your chess skills are so sloppy, you still need to work hard, why don't we..."
The dense crowd at the foot of the peak was instantly in an uproar. Was this a loss?
Xin Zhuo simply interrupted and refused: "Time is limited, only one round!"
"Ah, that's it..."
Murong Xiu was not annoyed. He glanced at the sun as if unintentionally, stood up and stretched gracefully: "In that case, let's do something else. I lost in the competition of twenty tortures. Miss Su added twenty more and won and wiped them all out. Dare you or not?"
The dark crowd at the foot of the peak was once again quiet, with many people's faces on their faces. The situation has changed from nervous and exciting to doubtful and entangled.
Su Miaojin's chest rose and fell again, her silver teeth clenched.
Xin Zhuo also opened his mind: "It's not a big problem. What are you playing with?"
"Chess! You will never lose in this game!"
"No!"
"I have!"
Murong Xiu clapped his hands, another beautiful slave in white, waist Twisting and carrying the chessboard up the mountain with a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)