Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Taoist Mu Sang is also looking at the scholar carefully at this moment, his eyes are elegant, his body is weak, without the slightest internal strength, he can tell at a glance that he is a scholar, but the folding fan on his waist caught Mu Sang's attention.

Taoist Mu Sang wandered the rivers and lakes for many years in order to clean up the door, and recognized at a glance that the fan bones were made of cold iron, pulled by internal force, and the faint cold air of the folding fan surprised him greatly.

But... it's important to play chess now.

With a random flip of the hand, the stainless steel chessboard flipped and landed on the stone table in the pavilion, and the black and white chess boxes fell firmly on both sides with a gentle push of Taoist Mu Sang.

Afterwards, the man immediately sat down, stretched out his hand to greet Bai Ziyang, and said, "Come on, little friend, let's do it now."

Bai Ziyang just found it funny.

The two sat down, the chessboard had already been set, Taoist Mu Sang held the black pieces, Bai Ziyang held the white pieces, and Mu Sang moved first.

In this way, Bai Ziyang and Taoist Mu Sang began to settle.

At first, Taoist Mu Sang thought that the scholar in front of him was just a beginner when he saw that the hand gestures were unfamiliar, and the moves were quick and direct.Sighing helplessly, he was so bored that he acted casually, also without hesitation, thinking of leaving after killing a game.

But in the middle of the game, he suddenly realized that the chess position was wrong, and his own dragon was about to be slaughtered by this scholar. Taoist Mu Sang widened his eyes, and the sunspot that was about to fall stopped, and grabbed his beard and began to think about his opponent.

It's a pity that Mu Sang's chess skills are really mediocre, but Bai Ziyang was forced by his grandfather to undergo the influence of modern Go. He has seen more than a thousand weird and classic chess games?

After an incense stick of time, Baizi and Heizi fought to the last count, looking at the scholar with a look of 'you can't do it', Taoist Mu Sang almost got internally hurt, his eyes gleamed, and he slapped his right hand hard.

"Thinking that Dao Chang's chess skills are so good, so...hehe, forget it, Xiaosheng still has important things to do, so I will retire first." Although the trick of playing hard to get is simple, it is very effective.

Bai Ziyang is about to stand up, but Mu Sang is not willing to let the scholar leave. In his perception, the scholar just took advantage of him to underestimate the enemy and win the five sons by chance, but he dared to be so arrogant. What is the old way of chess... Haha?

"How can a scholar be like this? It was agreed that two games will be two games. Just now, the old Taoist was distracted when he thought about the important things of the teacher. It doesn't count, let's play another game."

While talking, he still grabbed Bai Ziyang's cuffs to prevent him from leaving. Bai Ziyang showed a beating expression of "I'm looking for an excuse", and almost exploded Mu Sang, and finally sat down again as if he had nothing to do with you.

"Master Daoist, I really have something important to do, let's hurry up."

"Don't worry, the old Taoist is definitely faster than the last game this time." Of course, it will be faster than your last game, and you will be killed early. Taoist Mu Sang did not say the latter sentence in his heart.

"This time the old man asked you to deal with the sunspots first."

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Ask for flowers, ask for collections.The new book will never be a eunuch, so you can store it with confidence, fatten it up and then slaughter it.

Chapter 6 The fish takes the bait.

"Don't worry, the old Taoist is definitely faster than the last game this time." Of course, it will be faster than your last game, and you will be killed early. Taoist Mu Sang did not say the latter sentence in his heart.

"This time the old man asked you to deal with the sunspots first."

Seeing this idiot's expression of wanting you to look good, Bai Ziyang almost got internal injuries. If he had been serious just now, he would have killed him without the time of a cup of tea, just to seduce him. Bai Ziyang only controlled the chessboard because of his emotions, and only won five pieces in the end.

"Then Xiaosheng will not be polite." After speaking, Bai Ziyang took the black first.

This time when the incense was burning, Bai Ziyang Luozi didn't think about it, he was still muttering "hurry up, hurry up, horoscope", Mu Sang lost horoscope this time.

With his cloudy eyes wide open, Mu Sang was very annoyed. If the 61st move was not flying but rushing, he would definitely win the scholar's three to five sons in reverse.

Facing this white-faced scholar with a smile on his face, Mu Sang almost threw him back to his patriarch after decades of self-cultivation and beat him up.

Seeing that the scholar was about to get up and leave again, Taoist Mu Sang stretched out his hand to stop him again, and said unconvincingly, "Scholar is such a big deal, and the veteran chess player has been urging him all the time. What's the reason? No, let's play another game."

Bai Ziyang deliberately shook it a few times, but he didn't shake off the veteran Musang dead skin plaster. He said helplessly, "One plate after another, when is the next one, Daoist Priest? What did you say about the last one?"

Taoist Mu Sang also blushed when Bai Ziyang said it, but he could really be shameless with his temper, and said: "This is really the last game. The old Taoist promises that it will definitely be the last game."

Bai Ziyang pretended to think for a moment, saw the old man's eager eyes, and said, "No, let's call Caitou this time, otherwise you don't know how to hurt me, you don't know how to pester me."

Hearing that Bai Ziyang was willing to continue, Mu Sang beamed with joy and said without hesitation: "Just tell me how much money!"

"Superficial, as a cultivator, how can you be so superficial. I am a scholar, and money is just a cloud to me. Since you have insulted my personality with the smell of copper, leave!"

Bai Ziyang had an expression that I was humiliated by you, and he couldn't hide his indignation. Now Mu Sang is in a hurry, don't you want money?What do you want?No matter what happens, Bai Ziyang is the first to be caught.

"What does the scholar want, tell me, the old man made a mistake just now, I will apologize to you, don't be angry, the old man is wrong!"

After struggling a few times, Bai Ziyang sat down again, his aggrievedness still not subsided, then he took down the folding fan from his waist and slapped it on the table.

"This is Xiaosheng's lottery, you can figure it out."

Seeing that the scholar actually took out the black iron folding fan, Taoist Mu Sang didn't know what to do, the transparent black light made Mu Sang glance at the scholar, and after getting the scholar's nod, Mu Sang raised the folding fan.

"Shh!!!"

Opening the folding fan, I didn't expect that not only the bones of the fan were made of cold iron, but also the surface of the fan was made of silkworms. This folding fan is not for scholars, it is simply a magic weapon.

But this scholar really doesn't have the slightest internal strength, Mu Sang was a little puzzled and asked: "Old Taoist, the name of the Taoist is Mu Sang. What is the scholar's name? What is this folding fan?"

Bai Ziyang had already expected that when he got up and bowed slightly, it was not the handcuffs of the people in the rivers and lakes, and said: "Xiaosheng, surnamed Bai, named Ziyang, word Ode, the folding fan is a gift from a close friend of the old father to Xiaosheng, but that uncle It seems like a person in the green forest, so the folding fan is not a treasure for Xiaosheng."

"That's because you have eyes but don't know treasure."

"Musang Daoist, don't need to say too much, the Caitou scholar only has this folding fan. If it doesn't work, we will come back next time."

"How is this possible? There are so many people who know when I will see you next time."

Bai Ziyang didn't say a word, with an expression that you can figure it out.

Taoist Mu Sang is now in trouble. If this cold iron folding fan is still in the Jianghu, it will definitely cause a bloodbath. Let alone other things, Mu Sang is very tempted. If it is not for his moral conscience, he might just grab it.

But there is really no match for the lottery. Except for his Go, there is only his master's martial arts. This fine steel chessboard, black iron and white silver, is his lifeblood. Although it is not as good as the cold iron folding fan, it is in his heart. different.