Go is a game that is quite suitable for land dives.
The three hundred and sixty-one intersections on the chessboard had a cold logic that seemed to have been created for Lu Qian, and with each additional piece, the infinite possibilities derived from it would be rehearsed in his mind at an astonishing speed, and most of the time, it took only a quarter of an hour for the winner to be decided.
Together with Lu Qian's unbelievable speed, his opponents are often overwhelmed by the difference in strength at the end of a game, commonly known as IQ crush, so there is rarely a situation where they are not convinced.
But this time there is an exception.
The disciple of the Sword Sect, after losing a game of chess without stopping, could not believe that he had lost to the shopkeeper, so he stared at him and demanded "two out of three".
"The store is busy." Lu Qian said he was not available, and immediately pressed for payment: "Can you settle the bill in cash, or on credit?"
Sword Sect Disciples: "......"
"Pfft ......," Xue Yao hurriedly lowered his head to stifle his laughter.
His pseudo Dragon Ao Tian is actually not a jokester, he just likes to taunt and tease people, taunting in a particularly serious way, which will reveal a strange sense of humor in Lu Qian.
Of course, this fun can only be enjoyed by bystanders, the taunted "victim" himself has gone mad, the sword sect disciple slammed the table and stood up: "My rules here are two out of three! If you don't follow the rules, you can't ask for silver!"
Lu Qian nodded, "Then, two out of three, can we have a wheel war? He's a pair of three, you guys win one round and he loses."
The Sword Sect disciple froze, "Him?"
"That's me! One of me against the three of you, and this little brother helped me play chess together!" Xue Yao hurriedly covered for Lu Qian.
This is a very fatal problem, Lu Qian has grown up so much, but still used to jump out of the self, "I" as "he", because in his way of thinking, Lu Qian this body is a pawn for him to drive.
This erroneous persona cannot be corrected because it is only correct to say so from the logical habit of the land dive.
Xue Yao corrected her head, and repeatedly forced her to use the milk of Wantzai, before Lu Qian looked like "tolerate stupid Yao Yao" and called herself "I", but formal occasions are still easy to fall off, so Xue Yao took a step back with His Highness, and asked His Highness to call himself "Master" as much as possible, and to call himself "son" with his father and his consort. So Xue Yao took a step back with His Highness and asked him to call himself "Master" and "Son" with his father and Empress.
"You want to fight one against three?" The Sword Sect disciple turned his head towards a few of his brothers and sisters and smiled, turning back to Lu Qian, "Arrogance has a price to pay, double the bet, can you afford to play?"
Lu Qian: "Yes."
Immediately someone went out and got the other two boards.
A rook war is when one person fights three sets of people at the same time, which is the same as one person dealing with three games of chess at the same time.
The Sword Sect brothers and sisters moved the small coffee table and seats in the elegant room around Lu Qian, and the game of chess began with an aggressive air.
But not much later, after dozens of black and white pieces fell on the board, the group's momentum was reversed by Lu Qian.
Although it is not yet possible to see the winners and losers, but the moment a Sword Sect disciple drops a piece, Lu Qian's eyes will instantly turn into a disdainful gaze, which makes the opponent understand: his poor strength has been seen through by this "shopkeeper".
From this moment on, every lame gimmick they took could not be replaced by any waves in Lu Qian's eyes.
The more nervous they are, the slower and more careful they are.
And the sound of Lu Qian's step-by-step fall was like a slap in their faces.
Even Xue Yao was a little breathless, completely suppressed by the aura of this seemingly genuine Dragon Ao Tian beside him.
The three sets of people who were playing against Lu Qian seemed to have become ridiculous monkeys at the moment.
This silent contempt made his opponents feel deeper humiliation with every move, and it wasn't even long before one table simply conceded defeat, not wanting to expose more of their ridiculous chess skills in front of Lu Qian.
The result was clear as day, Lu Qian won three out of three games and doubled his stake.
The beginning of the provocation of the sword clan disciple face is yellow, two thousand taels of silver bet naturally he said casually, an ordinary sword clan disciple if you can casually come up with such a huge sum of money, the sword clan I am afraid that early by the court secretly investigated.
The elegant room fell into a kind of awkward silence, as if whoever breathed heavier needed to recognize the two thousand taels of the bill, and a group of Sword Sect disciples all looked out the window in a dignified manner, admiring the clouds.
Lu Qian: "Will you settle the bill in cash or take an IOU?"
Sword Sect Disciples: "......"
Here we go again, here we go again, Long Ao Tian taunting skills.
"Little brother is really good at chess, I am convinced." The red-faced hanyou was not from a mob background in the end, and had to use a way of cozying up to Lu Qian if he wanted to renege on his debt.
He learned that he, as a guest officer, so politely praised you a handyman, this honor is enough to offset two thousand taels of silver, the handyman should see the good.
Lu Qian: "I'm sorry, two thousand taels of silver, the customer now ends?"
Sword Sect disciples: "......"
The red-faced hanyou's lips twitched with a smile, raising his eyes to look at Xue Yao: "We're fooling around, and we're not really gambling, and I didn't ask you to hire a military advisor to play chess with us ......"
Xue Yao looked up at the sky and refused to take the pot.
Lu Qian looked sideways at the little companion, "This guest, four hundred Wen, please."
Xue Yao: "......"
Almost forgot about the Prince Chargers fee!
That's a friendly price. One hundred won a game.
"No problem no problem." Xue Yao took the opportunity to ask the group for his own clothes back, and after putting them on, he took out his money pouch from his sleeve pocket, gave Lu Qian a silver ingot, and said, "No need to look for it."
Lu Qian's indifferent expression changed, narrowed his smiling eyes, bent his head close to Xue Yao's ear and whispered, "Thank you for the reward."
Xue Yao pursed her lips to stifle a laugh and pushed him, and someone across the room had a suspicious look in their eyes.
This demeanor was clearly overly familiar, and Xue Yao hurriedly coldly lowered her face to keep her distance from Lu Qian.
Lu Qian raised his hand and threw the silver ingot into the air, and then steadily landed back into his palm, and then with a puzzled and innocent gaze, he urged the red-faced man to settle the two thousand taels account.
"These games of chess were supposed to be played for fun, our masters and brothers fooling around." The red-faced hanyou's neck turned red, not daring to face Lu Qian's urging, and turned to Xue Yao, "Right? Just fooling around!"
Xue Yao had wanted to see the joke, but her afterglow noticed Lu Qian looking at her, so she turned her head and saw Lu Qian slightly twist her chin towards the door.
Xue Yao immediately reacted that Lu Qian wanted him to take advantage of the group's embarrassment to get away.
"We were originally fooling around, but we did make this bet with Little Brother, and we can't disown it." Xue Yao set the tone in a serious manner.
The red-faced man immediately argued, "Then I didn't ask you to invite the Warlord to play chess!"
"It is also ......" Xue Yao sound breath, so as to be: "This way, you young warriors out to do business, a moment and a half can not come up with so much silver, I first for you to recognize the account. "
The Sword Sect disciples immediately looked at Xue Yao with wide eyes!
This wimpy uncle has actually recognized the huge amount of money owed for them in one breath!
"But I don't have so many silver bills on me." Xue Yao turned to Lu Qian and said, "I can only settle five hundred taels of cash silver with you first, and I'll give you an IOU for the rest, okay?"
A group of Sword Sect disciples muttered in whispers, "Is Senior Uncle going to recognize all of them? Two thousand taels ......"
"Why don't we just go with the 1,000 taels we talked about at the beginning ......"
"Several lifetimes can not earn so much silver ah, but it is just a joke, master uncle ......"
For the first time in so many days, this group of Sword Sect disciples had sincerely addressed Xue Yao as "Senior Uncle".
Xue Yao waved his hand so that they didn't need to say anything more, and then drew a silver ticket from his money bag and handed it to Lu Qian.
This was actually Lu Qian's silver ticket, he was just keeping it on behalf of him, and now he was pulling out 500 taels to return it to Lu Qian, but it made this group of Sword Sect disciples grateful to him.
Immediately after that, Xue Yao followed Lu Qian to go downstairs to write the IOUs, and no one in the group of Sword Sect disciples had the heart to follow them downstairs, they all shrank their necks and obediently waited in the elegant room.
When they exited the elegant room, their hands were clasped together.
Xue Yao didn't know if Lu Qian had grabbed his hand first, or if his hand had gotten its own ideas first and took the initiative to go for Lu Qian's hand.
All he knew was that the moment his palms fit together, he felt like he had fallen into his home, and the peace of mind lulled his ever-alert brain into a marshmallow-like repose.
The two held hands and quickly avoided the crowd in the tavern and escaped through the back door.
They had a tacit understanding not to say a word, and fled towards the grove at Xue Yao's extreme speed.
After running for a while, Xue Yao wanted to catch his breath, so Lu Qian stopped.
He wondered when he and the rebel pups had gotten so in tune.
It turned out not to be, Lu Qian was sensing that someone was catching up.
The man's voice came from behind him, "I really didn't expect that Junior Brother's lightness of this body had already entered the realm of realization, Senior Brother admires it."
"Your Highness." Xue Yao hurriedly told Lu Qian, "This man is Gu Qingyuan, and he said he would teach you a lesson for the Sword Saint!"
That day, after Xue Yao was robbed by Gu Qingyuan, she was taken to a small mansion in a nearby bamboo forest.
After two or three tentative moves, Gu Qingyuan guessed that he had the wrong person.
After finding out that Xue Yao and Junior Master were good friends, Gu Qingyuan made a mistake and left Xue Yao behind, waiting for Junior Master to find him.
He was really looking for him today, and he was caught off guard.
Yesterday, a few disciples under the Sword Sect came to the capital on business and passed by Gu Qingyuan's residence, so they came to pay their respects.
Gu Qingyuan arranged for a few juniors to rest at a restaurant not far from each other, and also asked these juniors to "take care" of Xue Yao on his behalf, with the intention of letting his junior brother let down his guard and come to the door to take over.
I didn't realize that this junior apprentice brother liked playing dirty even more than he did, and stole the man without a single move.
Fortunately, Gu Qingyuan realized in time that the windows of the east and west compartments in his courtyard had been smashed, guessing that he had just been followed, and that his home had been searched.
It was surprising that someone in this world could escape his perception, tracking him for two miles not to mention stepping on his lair without a sound, and after that it took less than two moments to find Xue Yao in a nearby restaurant.
Gu Qingyuan somewhat understood why there was a sense of inconsistency in what Master said in his letter.
Presumably, he was both proud to have such a disciple, and at the same time ashamed and resentful of the disciple's talent that was too far beyond his control.
Gu Qingyuan got a little excited, curious as to just how capable this junior apprentice brother was.
"Draw your sword, Senior." With a languid expression, he turned the sword on his shoulder, and the sheath dug into the dirt a few paces away with a thud.
Lu Qian looked cold and stern: "Compare lightness."
Xue Yao: "...... Right! If you're capable, let's compete in lightweight kung fu!"
The heart knows that it is a fake Dragon Ao Tian, when it is time to play a trick can not care about the face!
"We are both direct disciples of the Sword Saint." Gu Qingyuan walked towards Lu Qian with his sword, "What kind of lightness is the competition?" His eyes were fixed on Lu Qian, but he raised an eyebrow and spoke to Xue Yao, "Little brother, swords have no eyes, use your fastest speed to hide a hundred feet away, or else, I'll test my sword on you."
Xue Yao backed up a breath of cool air, originally felt that this person was quite like a person, at least give him food and drink did not give him a hard time, did not expect!
"Is it hard for you to kill unarmed innocent people like me!" Xue Yao tortured the other party's conscience!
Gu Qingyuan tilted his head, twisted his head and raised his eyebrows to scare him, "The sword test may not necessarily have to be killed, I can just remove one of your arms."
Xue Yao was shocked!
"Don't be afraid, Master has a disciplinary rule against hurting innocents." Lu Qian comforted his little companion.
Gu Qingyuan grinned, "Senior brother don't forget that senior brother already left the division three years ago."
"So what?" Lu Qian narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Do you dare to kill a fellow disciple?"
Gu Qingyuan shrugged, "Dare na."
Lu Qian pulled up his little companion and turned to run!