Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1276 A good game of chess
  Jing salamander didn't particularly agree with his daughter's analysis or opinion.

She shook her head, with a bit of disapproval on her cold and beautiful face, "This may be true, but there is no need to think too much."

"Maybe it's just because everything has been made clear to both parties, and Zhao Gao can act more without scruples."

"For a killer, if he wants to get a chance to kill with one hit, he must first obtain enough information to judge the timing."

"This kind of assassination is a way of testing."

"Anyway, for Luo Sheng, except for the last reaper, all the killers consumed in the front are not human beings. They are just consumables. There are too many."

Obviously, the idea of ​​​​the Frightened Salamander is actually closer to the simple killer concept. There are not too many twists and turns, but it is also possible.

Ayan's fine and slender embroidered eyebrows frowned slightly. After lowering his head and thinking for a moment, he still shook his head to deny his mother's suspicion.

"Perhaps..." she whispered with some uncertainty, "the real target of this operation is not Brother Fusu..."

When Jingyu heard this, he immediately guessed that his daughter must have some extra clues.

Although some of Ayan's behaviors made Jinglu feel that her daughter was a little worried, she always knew in her heart that her daughter was much smarter than herself.

"Ayan, have you thought of anything?"

Ayan shook his head hesitantly, "It's not clear enough, just a vague idea... missing some key points."

"..." Seeing that my daughter was really interested, Jing Salaman didn't ask any more questions, and comforted Ayan by the way, "It doesn't matter. If you don't expect it, you won't expect it. The trap will always reveal its flaws."

Jing Salamander smiled at his mother when he heard this, and then shook his head, not knowing what he was denying.

"Speaking of which, there is another thing that worries me even more." Ayan's pink lips opened and closed slightly, and he murmured, "Luowang rarely has tasks that even a person like me can't understand at all... that task What exactly is the goal?”

"If it's a big operation, you should be able to detect some clues from the flow of people, right?" Jingyu, a senior assassin, put forward an effective suggestion.

However, Ayan had already predicted his mother's suggestion, nodded and said, "I have asked someone to check. Apart from the Songhai generation, there is only one large-scale manpower transfer in Luowang recently - Dongjun."

"Dongjun...Dongjun..." Jing salamander repeated the information provided by his daughter, and after a moment he hesitated and guessed, "Is he going to the farmhouse?"

If there is anything special about Dong County, it is that there is only one thing. The farm's headquarters, Daze Mountain, is nearby.

After thinking about it, Jing Salamander seemed to be the only one who could be the target of the trap.

"Perhaps..." Regarding this speculation, Ayan was noncommittal and just murmured softly, "Luo Wang has been involved in the farmer's family for a long time, and it is normal to have an attack at this time, but..."

"Just what?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel a little too passive." Ayan shook his head and replied with a smile.

Jingyu looked at his daughter standing in front of him, who looked like but not unlike him, and comforted him again, "Don't think so much, just keep an eye on our real goal now."

"As for the rest... Gu Xun will take care of it. He has never been a person who likes to passively accept attacks."

"But father..." Ayan paused and then asked, "As far as I know, the power of Quicksand has been shrinking during this period of time."

Sometimes Ayan doesn't understand his young stepfather. The power of Quicksand can clearly suppress Luo Wang, but he keeps shrinking.

If he wanted to be low-key and restrained and not attract attention, his own acting style would be too high-profile and conspicuous, and he would be too close to the emperor.

Jingyu patted Ayan's arm and said firmly, "Just believe in him... He has never lost."

………………     Xiaoshengxianzhuang, Bamboo Forest in the Back Mountain.

The bamboo forest is where Xunzi lived in seclusion and repaired, and his cabin is located inside.

But there is not only a wooden house in the bamboo forest that is used as a bedroom, but also a chess room that can be used to entertain guests, but it is more used to play chess with others.

For Xunzi, who retired and lived in seclusion to cultivate his moral character, playing chess was his biggest hobby.

After all, he is still essentially a professional troll who trolls hundreds of people. His nature is not so easy to suppress, so he must have some way to vent his anger.

Playing chess is an excellent way to express Old Master Xun's aggressiveness without causing any real harm to others.

Of course, Xunzi is not the type who loves to play and is good at playing. His chess skills are so good that no one in the entire Little Sage Village can beat him. Even Fu Nianyan and Lu lost more than they won in front of him. , only when Han Fei was still around could he enjoy himself.

It's a pity that Han Fei died later.

But it didn't matter. Later Zhang Liang entered Xiaoshengxian Village to study.

Master Xun's situation of being alone and seeking defeat was once again broken.

No matter Han Fei or Zhang Liang, when playing chess with Xunzi, the victory or defeat is decided in a split second. It is basically a 50-50 draw. If you win a game, you will lose a game.

But whether this is because the two sides are equally good at chess, or for some other reason, it depends on the beholder and the wise.

To say that Xunzi had no idea would be to underestimate the Seventh Pre-Qin Master, but he didn't care about the truth.

Whether others said that he, Master Xun, relied on his elders to exploit his elders and bullied his younger generations because of his status, or that Han Fei or Zhang Liang were too flattering and flattering, he didn't care. Anyway, he just played the chess game very well.

He also understood the reason why Han Fei and Zhang Liang deliberately gave up the game - as juniors, there was no need for them to compete with their teacher/uncle.

They play chess with Xunzi not to win, but to entertain their elders, and achieving the latter is the most important thing.

Xunzi felt that he should have reached this state long ago.

Of course, that's what I say, but Xun Fuzi's chess prowess cannot be underestimated. No one can say that his level can defeat him, and Zhang Liang is no exception.

Therefore, he is not always able to ensure that the chess game is 50-50. Sometimes when fighting breaks out, the direction of the chess game is beyond his control.

However, the game of chess he played today was completely under control, but this may not be the case in Master Xun's eyes.

He felt that he had undoubtedly played a hearty and enjoyable chess game with his nephew today... It was a pity that he almost lost.

The chess game is over, but the impact of this game is still there.

This is the first time Xunzi has seen the routine of today's chess game. While it is very new, he also wants to figure out a way to break the game, so he has been sitting alone in the chess room studying it, but he has no clue yet.

It was under such circumstances that the first actor, Yan Lu, appeared on the stage.

Lifting the bamboo curtain at the door, Yan Lu walked into the chess room as quietly as possible without going deep.

The noise caused by the bamboo curtain still alarmed Xunzi, who was deep in thought. The old man who was obsessed with it glanced at him impatiently, and then ignored him.

Yan Lu didn't care either. His uncle, who was addicted to chess games, would never take the initiative to talk to anyone... unless you could play chess with him. Of course, you had to be better than him.

As for Yan Lu's level, Xunzi was already very familiar with it. If he really couldn't find anyone to play chess, he could be a reluctant substitute. Now that there was a wonderful chess game for him to ponder, there was no need to pay attention to it. .

(End of this chapter)