Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 692

Goshawk's words made sense.

If everyone had to rely on Yu Jingkong to comprehend the power of Zongheng chess, wouldn't the existence of Zongheng family be superfluous?

Compared with the former, Gong Qingying believed Goshawk and Bai Xuan's words more.

"Okay, Xiaobai, if you come back from a long distance, go back to the space to practice first, you haven't been promoted for a long time!" Gong Qingying ordered coldly.

It was true that Xiaobai hadn't been promoted for a long time, and his white hair stood on end in fright. He looked at Gong Qingying guiltily and said, "Okay, master, I have something to call me!"

"En!" Gong Qingying snorted softly, and Xiaobai slipped into the portable space.

After Xiaobai left, Goshawk walked to the round table with the crosspiece and opened the black chess box.

He pushed the chess force slightly, and a criss-cross brown chessboard appeared in front of him.

Gong Qingying walked up to him with the entry-level chess record in black: "I use black pieces!"

"Okay, master, let's play three games tonight, if it doesn't work, come back tomorrow!" Goshawk said, gently placing his right hand in the white chess jar.

When Gong Qingying dropped the first sunspot on the star position in his lower right corner, he did not hesitate to land a white disc on the star position in her lower left corner.

There was a crisp ticking sound on the chessboard.
In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, and Goshawk lost all three games against Goshawk.

Gong Qingying's chess skills were higher than Goshawk's, but she failed to realize her chess strength.

She looked tired and yawned, Goshawk reluctantly got up and left.

After Goshawk left, Gong Qingying sat at the round table with dull eyes, motionless.

Inadvertently, tears slid down on the crosspiece, making a ticking sound.

Gong Qingying could vaguely sense the real reason why she couldn't comprehend the chess prowess.

She broke up with Yu Jingkong, and she couldn't calm down at all.

She can't even do the daily meditation practice, so how can she talk about comprehending the power of chess?
Another three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the weather in the East China Sea turned from blizzard to gloomy cold. The ice and snow on the sea gradually melted, but the cold wind was still bitterly cold.

Gong Qingying played countless games of Go with Goshawk, but she still didn't realize her strength.

On the contrary, under the guidance of Goshawk, Gong Yi and Gong Nineteen not only realized the strength of chess, but also freely controlled the vertical and horizontal chess pieces to fly around the house.

Gong Qingying looked at their happy faces, and began to doubt her concentration, was she really inferior to the shadow puppets?
But she also knew that if she couldn't let go of Yu Jingkong for a day, she wouldn't be able to concentrate on her cultivation.

In the past few days, Liu Yi, the owner of the New Moon Inn, handed over all her belongings to Gong Qingying, which made her, who was too poor, earn a lot of money.

It's just that these are far from enough to achieve her great goal.

this evening.

In a row of private houses in the eastern suburbs, news came that Gong Renfu was about to take over as the leader of the Donghai Beggar Clan as a military advisor. As soon as this matter was announced, the disciples of the Beggar Clan exploded.

Many disciples didn't believe that the demons would kidnap the leader of the Beggars' Clan. After all, the Beggars' Clan was impoverished and had no right to speak in the Ziluo Continent where Wu Zong was supreme.

Even if the demons wanted to kidnap, they would still kidnap the children of a famous family. That way, they would make more profits and suffer a wider range of victims!
But there are also many people who support Gong Renfu.

Because not long after he joined the gang, he brought a lot of benefits to the beggar gang, and even used his own property to ensure that none of the beggar gang disciples would freeze to death during the recent blizzard in the East China Sea!

In the eyes of most beggar gang disciples, food is the most important thing for beggars.

As long as the leader of the beggar gang can guarantee that they will not be starved to death on the street, they will choose to follow each other, do their best for each other, and die.

(End of this chapter)