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Chapter 152 Game of Chess (Please Subscribe Monthly Pass)

Jiang Zhou wanted to change his target, but before he could ask, he was blocked by the old man in gray robe.

He had no choice but to say, "Old sir, please tell me."

The old man in gray robe said with a smile: "Can these people outside give it to the old man?"

"..."

deliver?
Do you have necrophilia?

Jiang Zhou said in a daze, "Old sir... please go ahead."

He didn't know what to say.

He didn't intend to pack up a pile of corpses.

"Hahaha, thank you so much, please wait for the doll, the old man will be rewarded later."

The old man in gray robe looked overjoyed.

Turn around and walk out of the camp.

The old man followed closely behind.

Jiang Zhou was curious and followed him out.

The gray-robed old man walked on the ground full of corpses, looked left and right, and nodded with a smile on his face, seemingly very satisfied.

He turned around and said, "Fake Taoist, take it out."

The weird old Taoist curled his mouth, flipped his hand, and took out a handful of bone-white long slices.

The gray-robed old man smiled slightly, and also rolled his palms.

A square wooden plate appeared in his hand.

Jiang Zhou glanced over and felt that the wooden plate looked familiar.

This thing...isn't it a Liubo game?
His first case in the Sujing Division was in the theater.

Saw this stuff there.

This thing is actually a chessboard.

It is used to play Liubo game, and the rules are quite complicated.

Most people don't have the brains to play, and most of them are literati who will use this method to gamble.

Anyway, Jiang Zhou can't.

Just as Jiang Zhou was curious about what the old man was doing with this thing, the gray-robed old man had already held the chessboard in his hand, stretched out his hand, and grasped it.

Jiang Zhou's pupils froze slightly.

Phantoms flew out from the corpses of those cavalry.

It is clearly the soul of these cavalry.

To be precise, it should be the soul and the soul.

The three souls and seven souls of these people were all caught by him, and the three souls and seven souls were separated from each other.

One "person" becomes ten "persons".

All in his palm.

The gray-robed old man blew into his palm, and these "people" blew up one by one, and landed on the chessboard, turning into fully armored soldiers.

There are incised vertical lines, horizontal lines, and oblique lines on this chessboard. There are twelve lines in total, three lines on each side.

There is also a box at each of the four corners.

Those "persons" were blown into these boxes respectively, and stood in line.

It seems that the four phalanxes are preparing for battle, and they are quite strict.

"It's done!"

The old man in gray robe haha ​​said:
"Hahaha, come, come, fake Taoist priest, you said you have superb gambling skills, let's take a look, is it your high gambling skills, or the old man's strong military strategy."

The weird old man rolled his eyelids: "I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

then walked over.

Surrounded by blood and blood, there were two old men sitting on the ground, each occupying one side of the chessboard.

It was a strange sight no matter how it looked.

Jiang Zhouzheng didn't know whether to leave or stay.

The old man in gray robe who was already looking down at the chessboard suddenly raised his head: "Baby, do you want to watch chess?"

"It's just right, you come to be a witness for the two of us, so that this fake Taoist will not admit it if he loses."

Jiang Zhou was indeed curious, and after thinking for a while, he walked over: "So what you want."

The old man in gray robe said with a smile: "Can the doll know how to play chess?"

Jiang Zhou said honestly, "I've only heard about it, but I don't know the mystery."

"It doesn't matter, the old man and talk will know."

The old man in gray robe said with a chuckle: "Look at this chessboard..."

He made a few gestures on the chessboard and said: "This chess has two forms of Tai Chi, four images of Yin and Yang, and twelve ways of gossip."

"The middle is Taiji, the black and white two fish are two instruments, four directions and four images, four corners are yin, four sides are yang, and twelve ways combine eight directions and eight trigrams."

"The four corners are yin, and they are also the four directions of east, west, north, south, starting from this, throwing colors and moving chess, attacking and defending, advancing and retreating, and restraining each other. Chess moves everywhere. If you go into the water to eat fish, you get a piece of chopsticks..."

Listening to his eloquent talk, Jiang Zhou probably understood how the game was played.

This chessboard has twelve lanes, six lanes on each side, and six chips.

The four corners are the starting point, and the dice are thrown to play chess. The target is the center of the chessboard. There are two "fishes", one black and one white. First come, first eaten, one wins one chip.

If all the chess pieces are eaten up, or all the chips are lost, it is considered a loss.

It sounds simple, but there are countless variables in it. It is only a few short moves to the center, but there are hidden secrets every step of the way, each restraining each other, and you have to go through thousands of calculations.

Jiang Zhou was secretly startled.

What the gray-robed old man was talking about was definitely not the Liubo opera he had heard about on weekdays.

Just listening to him explain the rules, and looking at the chessboard, he seemed to see the two armies confronting each other, with all kinds of tactics and tactics in it.

At this time, the old Taoist on the side said impatiently: "What are you talking about with this kid? Does he understand? Can you compare?"

The old man in gray robe looked at Jiang Zhou who was thinking deeply, and said with a smile: "Fake Taoist priest, I think you are really old-eyed, sometimes you blush."

"scoff~"

The old man sneered, and divided six of the long bone chopsticks in his hand to the old man in gray robe.

The two looked at each other, sneered, and each threw out the six bone chopsticks in their hands.

Jiang Zhou stared.

The twelve bone chopsticks flipped in mid-air, turning into twelve people and falling onto the chessboard.

Six monks and six Taoist priests are all two feet in size.

The monks all looked ordinary, with unusually large eyes, like the eyes of a bee.

The Taoist priests are also in general, all the same as the old Taoist.

The old man in gray robe was not surprised by the six Taoist priests, but when he saw the six monks on his side, his expression was slightly startled.

Then he laughed and scolded: "You fake Taoist priest, if you let Monk Gua know that you have abused him like this, you have to be careful about your skin."

The old Taoist rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "If I let him know, what can I do?"

"Today, the old Taoist not only wants to compete with you old boy, but also let the old bald donkey know that a bald donkey is a bald donkey, and in front of the old Taoist, he can only be beaten!"

"let's start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the six monks and six daoists on the chessboard, suddenly rolled up their sleeves, jumped up, and wrestled together in an instant.

Jiang Zhou looked at the chaotic battle on the chessboard and was dumbfounded for a moment. He wanted to vomit in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.

After a while, there were only three Taoist priests left on the chessboard.

The old Taoist smiled, and pointed at a corner of the chessboard.

A soldier walked out of it and walked three steps along a road.

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Tossing lottery with Bo chopsticks, that is, throwing dice, turned out to be such a throwing method.

Turn Bo chopsticks into Taoist monks to fight, and how many people are left is the time and how many steps they can walk.

Well, it's really exciting...

But while complaining secretly, Jiang Zhou was also secretly shocked by the magical powers of these two people.

The gray-robed old man took people's souls as chess pieces.

The old way of throwing chopsticks is a man.

Those monks and monks who have changed so much are so lifelike that even Jiang Zhou can feel the blood in his body rushing.

Moreover, it was a scuffle, and there was a method in every move at that time.

Both martial arts and Taoism were applied, but in just a moment, Jiang Zhou saw at least a dozen kinds of martial arts and Taoism, each of which he had never seen or heard of.

　Thanks to the students of "Ghosts and Gods" for rewarding 1500~~
　　Thanks to the students of "The song is not over, the clothes are more beautiful", "Yangchun Baixue", "Li Luosi" and "Chasing Dreams with the Wind" for rewarding 100~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)