Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 1341: Sheng Qingwu

Chapter 1341 Sheng Qingwu

Sweet Water Lane.

Lady Song's home.

Xu Guangling was probably the first man to step into Song Niangzi's courtyard, and Song Niangzi personally brought him here.

Of course, this man is a little younger.

In Lady Song's eyes, "boy" may be a more appropriate position.

Or, not even a boy, just a child.

The realm Xu Guangling is currently showing is the enlightenment realm. Although this realm is not even a human rank, it is already qualified to use a lot of spells. Therefore, under the watchful eyes of Song Niangzi, Xu Guangling makes three strikes and five eliminations. Two places made a chessboard, and three hundred and sixty-one two-color chess pieces.

Go.

A chess game that does not exist in this world.

Of course, there may be.

But it doesn't matter.

The rules of Go are very simple, in fact, it is just one word, "wei".

Xu Guangling just gave a little demonstration, Song Qinghong already fully understood how to play this little trick.

Then, the two officially started the game.

Both of them went down very fast, almost without thinking.

In the first game, Song Qinghong lost.

"I'm not very skilled, come again." Song Qinghong said lightly.

In the second game, Song Qinghong lost.

"Too much attention to the parts and neglecting the whole, it shouldn't be. For the old man, it shouldn't be." Song Qinghong reflected on himself, "Come again."

In the third game, Song Qinghong lost.

She was already slow in this game.

Slowness means carefulness, slowness means attentiveness, and slowness means that you don't take it big at all, and really use some of the abilities of the cultivator in the realm of life and death, and seriously treat the opponent as a weighty opponent.

but still lost.

"You kid, you look honest, but you're actually quite cunning." Song Qinghong raised her eyebrows slightly, "Come again."

In the fourth game, Song Qinghong lost.

"Come again!"

In the fifth game, Song Qinghong lost.

"Come again!"

In the sixth game, Song Qinghong lost.

In the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth innings, Song Qinghong lost.

"Senior, just come here." Xu Guangling said.

Song Qinghong had already lost the game. She was silently clearing the pieces on the chessboard, and was about to start again, when she heard Xu Guangling's words.

raised his head, Song Qinghong looked at the opposite side blankly.

"Senior, even if you play ten more rounds, you won't be able to beat me." Xu Guangling has no arrogance, no arrogance, no humility or anything, he just said this indifferently.

"I don't believe it!"

Song Qinghong really doesn't believe in this evil.

A cultivator in the realm of life and death would actually lose to a junior who was only in the realm of enlightenment in such calculations that he had already fully understood and understood the rules? Moreover, will keep losing, not even a chance to win?

She doesn't believe it.

Then come again.

Next, another ten rounds.

Song Qinghong's record is: lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose, lose.

Lost all ten rounds.

Ten rounds, all of which were "a little bit worse".

Ten rounds, every round seems to have hope of winning, and she seems to be getting closer and closer to winning.

But Song Qinghong's heart has slowly sunk.

In the next ten rounds, the first round, she thought she could win the next round, the second round, she thought she could win the next round, the third round, she thought she could win the next round, the fourth round...

"Sure enough I lost."

Fifth inning.

"Sure enough, I still lost."

She is not getting closer and closer to winning, she is getting farther and farther from winning.

is a monk in the realm of life and death after all.

Although he couldn't accept this conclusion emotionally or intellectually, Song Qinghong still recognized it when the facts were really in front of him.

"Senior, do you still need ten more rounds?" Xu Guangling still said flatly.

"No need." Song Qinghong shook his head, "I lost."

His eyes were fixed on the criss-crossing lines in front of him for a long time. Then, Song Qinghong finally moved his gaze to Xu Guangling's face, and stared at it for a long time, "Guangling, can you explain to Lao Shen why he can't win?"

"What can't win?"

A young voice sounded outside the door.

Then, a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl came in from the door carrying a small pole.

The moment she stepped on the threshold, her body felt imperceptibly stagnant, and then her footsteps seemed to become cheerful, as light as a flower blown by the wind, she came to the two in a whirl. people are near.

"Xiaoqing, you came just in time." Lady Song said gently, "Come on, sit here."

Mrs. Song got up, and the girl named Xiaoqing didn't know what happened, so she was pulled by Mrs. Song to sit where she was sitting just now.

"Here, another ten rounds." Song Niangzi said to Xu Guangling, "She's coming down."

"Senior, what's the matter?" The girl raised her head slightly, then turned to the opposite side, "Brother, where are you from?"

"I've come from here." Xu Guangling said with a slight smile, "Girl, how about you?"

"My brother, just call me Xiaoqing." The girl wrinkled her nose slightly, "Brother doesn't tell me, I'll guess it myself."

"Can you guess that?" Xu Guangling raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I can't guess for ordinary people, but if it's not for ordinary people, then I can guess!" Xiaoqing's face flashed with confidence and a little bit of cunning, "Brother, I guess you come from a place without spiritual energy, but right?"

Xu Guangling was slightly taken aback.

Hearing this, Song Qinghong was also slightly taken aback.

Song Qinghong was stunned for unknown reasons, but she didn't stay stunned for too long. It was probably only a few breaths of time. A look of surprise flashed across her face.

However, she didn't say anything, just stood quietly on the side, watching the two little interactions.

"You guessed it right, amazing!" Xu Guangling nodded, gave her a thumbs up, and said, "Girl, then let me guess where you come from?"

"Brother, can you guess too?" the girl said, her eyes flashing with disbelief.

"Awu, do you think I can guess?" Xu Guangling said.

The girl immediately stood up.

stared blankly at Xu Guangling for a while, then she slowly sat down again.

Song Qinghong's face also flashed a touch of surprise, and it can even be said to be shocked.

"Brother, what else can you guess?" Xiaoqing, or Awu, still looked a little stunned when he said this.

"Not much, just a little bit." Xu Guangling shook his head.

There was an inexplicable silence in the field.

Lady Song broke the silence, explained the rules of Go to the girl, and then acted as a referee to guide the two into the game.

"Brother, if I can beat you, can you answer my question?" After listening to Mrs. Song's explanation, the girl closed her eyes for about ten breaths before opening her eyes and said like this.

"If you can, so can I." Xu Guangling said.

So the chess game unfolded again.

In the first game, the girl lost.

"your name."

"Brother, didn't you already know?"

"your name."

"Shengqingwu."

In the second game, the girl lost.

"Where are you from."

"Can't Brother Guess?"

"Where are you from."

"Tianyunzong."

In the third game, the girl lost.

"What kind of cultivation are you."

"Should be the same as your brother, right?"

"What kind of cultivation are you."

"Enlightenment."

In the fourth game, the girl lost.

"You are a few grades of qualifications."

"Anyway, it won't be worse than your brother!" The girl closed her eyes and opened her eyes, as if she had entered a state of lying flat.

"You are a few grades of qualifications."

"One product."

In the fifth game, the girl lost.

Mrs. Song turned her head slightly, and couldn't bear to look at it.

"You recognized me when you entered the door just now, didn't you?"

"Yes." The girl said, then immediately backtracked, "No."

Immediately afterwards, she emphasized seriously, "Brother, I really didn't know who you were when I entered the door!"

Xu Guangling nodded.

The game continues.

In the sixth game, the girl lost.

"Awu, are you traveling down the mountain? Do you have any tasks?"

"Have."

In the seventh game, the girl lost.

"A Wu, what is your mission? Can you reveal it? If it's inconvenient, forget it."

"Convenient." The girl said, "My mission is to find you, brother."

In the eighth game, the girl lost.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Study and practice."

In the ninth game, the girl lost.

"Why are you asking me to learn from practice?"

"The ancestor said that in the future you are going to attain the celestial rank. The ancestor also said that I may also attain the celestial rank in the future, but I have lost a little luck. I hope my brother can help me."

Next to , Song Qinghong's body trembled a little imperceptibly.

In the tenth round, the girl won.

Won?

actually won?

staring blankly at the chessboard, the girl couldn't come back to her senses for a while.

Also unable to return to his senses was Song Qinghong who was standing beside him.

actually won?

"Brother, did I win?" After a while, the girl said in a tone that she didn't even believe in herself.

"Yes, you won this round." Xu Guangling nodded, "So, what do you want to ask?"

Sheng Qingwu bit his lower lip lightly.

"Brother, can you help me?"

After about ten breaths, she said so.