"Don't worry, I'll definitely be faster than last time.”Of course, I have to be faster than you in the previous match and kill you all as soon as possible. Firstly, I have to take revenge for the previous match, and secondly…I have to let you see what the difference is.
Mu Sang only muttered these words in his heart and would not say them out loud.
"This round, I'll let you take the black stone first."”
"Sigh…that kid won't be pretentious.”Bai Ziyang picked up the chess piece again.
Da da da da…
There was no need for the first game. This time, his opening move was a little against the rules of chess. The layout was a little novel, and it was naturally a start that Mu Sang had never seen before.
However…he placed his piece even faster. In the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, he placed his piece without thinking. From time to time, he would say," Hurry up, hurry up."”
Mu Sang frowned.
Eight pieces, this time Mu Sang lost eight pieces.
Mu Sang widened his turbid old eyes and looked a little annoyed. In the end, he even muttered, If the sixty-first move didn't fly but charged, he could definitely reverse the situation. He might even be able to win against the scholar's three to five pieces.
Facing this smiling pale-faced scholar, Mu Sang's decades of self-restraint almost threw him back to his ancestors and wanted to beat him up.
Seeing that the scholar was about to get up again, he shook his head and sighed, as if saying,"You really can't do it!"”The appearance.
Just as Bai Ziyang was about to leave, Daoist Mu Sang reached out his hand again and stopped him. He said unhappily,"Scholar, you are so ignorant. Just now, when I placed my piece, you kept urging me. What is the reason? If it wasn't for you…I can't do it again.”
Bai Ziyang deliberately shook it a few times, but he couldn't shake off Mu Sang's old hand. He said helplessly,""One after another, will you continue with the next game? What did you say about the last move?"
Daoist Mu Sang blushed at Bai Ziyang's words, but he remembered the look on Bai Ziyang's face just now…Even if he was shameless, he wouldn't let him go.
" This is really the last game," he said awkwardly." I guarantee that it will definitely be the last game."”
Bai Ziyang pretended to look at the sky, a thoughtful expression on his face. He then looked at the old Daoist's fervent eyes.
He muttered," We can't do as you said. This time, we'll have to have some rewards. Why don't you keep pestering me?"”
Hearing that Bai Ziyang was willing to continue, Mu Sang's face lit up with joy. Without hesitation, he said,""How much silver do you want?"
"Superficial, as a cultivator, how can you be so superficial? I'm a scholar, and money is nothing to me. Since you're insulting my character with the stench of money, goodbye!”
Bai Ziyang looked as if he had been humiliated by Mu Sang. He could not hide his anger. Mu Sang was anxious. Then what do you want? He didn't care about anything else and grabbed Bai Ziyang first.
"What do you want, scholar? Tell me, it was my fault just now. I'll apologize to you. Don't be angry.”
His old face had changed…
After struggling for a while, Bai Ziyang sat back down helplessly, the indignant look on his face still lingering.
He then let out a long sigh, took off his folding fan from his waist, and slammed it on the table.
"This is the kid's prize.”
Seeing the scholar take out the black iron folding fan, Taoist Mu Sang didn't know what to do. The fan was glowing with a faint dark light, dragging a cold air.
Mu Sang glanced at the scholar. After getting Bai Ziyang's nod of approval, Mu Sang picked up his folding fan...
"Swoosh!"
He opened the folding fan. He didn't expect that not only was the fan frame made of cold iron, but even the fan surface was made of natural silkworm. This folding fan wasn't for scholars. It was simply a divine weapon.
Even ordinary swords couldn't compare to it. No, no, no, not even ordinary swords and divine weapons could compare to it.
Such a treasure…This scholar really did not have any internal energy. Mu Sang asked in confusion,""My Daoist name is Mu Sang. What's the scholar's name? This folding fan is?"
Bai Ziyang had already expected this. He stood up and bowed slightly, but it wasn't the way people in the martial arts world did.
"After learning, the first is white, the second is Yang, and the third is an ode. The folding fan was a gift from a close friend of my father's to a junior. However, that uncle seemed to be from the forest, so the folding fan was not a treasure to me. It was just an item to enjoy the cool!”
"Cool? To think that you could say that. You really don't know what's going on.”
"Taoist Priest Mu Sang, you don't have to say anything. I didn't ask you to come here to appraise objects. If it doesn't work, we'll meet again.”
"How can this be? Who knows when I'll see you again in this vast sea of people? If you leave, won't I lose the chance to turn the tables?”
Bai Ziyang didn't say anything either. He had an expression that said," Do as you wish."
At this moment, Taoist Mu Sang was in a dilemma. If this cold iron folding fan was still in Jianghu, it would definitely cause a bloody storm. Not to mention other things, Mu Sang was very tempted. If it were not for his morality, he might have snatched it directly.
However, he really couldn't find a match for this prize. Other than his Go, there was only his sect's martial arts. This steel chessboard was his lifeblood.
Moreover, it couldn't compare to the Froststeel Treasure Fan.
Bai Ziyang's expression did not change when he heard the first half of the sentence, but his heart had already turned cold.
"This old Daoist will bet with the martial arts of my sect.”
Bai Ziyang heaved a sigh of relief and continued,""Martial arts? I'm a scholar. Why should I learn it? Moreover, it's a waste of time to learn. I'm already twelve years old. Do you think I'm easy to fool?”
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