The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 125

The street outside the old plum garden is the most concentrated place for chess stalls in Chaoge city.

Some chess stall owners are really experts in the market, and even some are boring disciples in some big chess halls. Naturally, there are also some guys who cheat people with chessboards.

The mess is the most fastidious and the least fastidious. It is the most convenient means to cheat money.

It often takes only one step to crack the residue, but no one can think of that step.

This remnant has been placed at the end of the street for ten years. So far, no one has solved it. Even some experts in the big chess hall have been famous and have not solved it.

The sudden silence in the field came from the step of the young man.

People guessed some possibility through the face of the owner of the game, and were shocked and speechless.

The first loser is not only the neighbor, but also the two brothers.

He knows how difficult, or insidious, this endgame is.

After Shifu passed this mess on to them, it became the biggest secret of their martial brothers. I don't know how much money he won for them.

No matter how the disciples of the big chess school lured or even threatened, they didn't say that his younger martial brother even broke his hand six years ago.

However... How could this man move his horse in the first step? Did he see through the secret of the mess at a glance?

He looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The other side can break the remnant handed down by the master so easily. I'm afraid it's a Chinese chess player

It's just, why did such an amazing character come here?

Even if there are some market experts hidden in the chess stall in this street, those guys are in the front street. The place where they play chess depends on this deserted garden. Few people go to the stall. The position is not good. Is the other party specially aimed at themselves? Or is the opponent an expert invited by which chess house?

Thinking of this, the first stall owner was shocked and gave birth to a lot of anger, shouting: "if we don't go, what can you do!"

The young man with a young face had gone to the third chess stand. He looked back at him and said expressionless, "if you don't go, you'll die."

The stall owner was ready to say something. When he touched each other's eyes, he suddenly felt very cold.

People also have the same feeling, like the spring of Chaoge city. At this moment, the world goes back to the cold winter.

One thought moves heaven and earth, which is the means of monks.

The master of the game turned pale and hurried out. He held the elder martial brother with a trembling hand and motioned him not to say anything.

His hand was interrupted six years ago by an idle man instigated by people in the chess hall. He had sequelae. He would keep shaking every cloudy day or when he was afraid.

Knowing that the young man was a monk, people were afraid and scattered around.

"What can I do for you, immortal master?"

As the street with the most chess stalls in Chaoge City, although there are few interests, there are still interests, so naturally there are people in charge.

When people like young people come to pick things up, the Steward will come out to settle things.

The crowd looked at the middle-aged man in a green shirt, saluted one after another and said respectfully, "Mr. He."

Mr. He is a disciple of Chunxi chess hall in Chaoge city. He is ordinary, but he is very distinguished in this street.

The backstage owner of Chunxi chess hall is Prince Cheng, who is very good at playing chess, so Mr. He is not too afraid of the young man. Of course, he is still respected in words.

The stall owner and the master of the remnant game looked at each other. They were surprised and confused. They thought that the young man was not invited by Chunxi chess hall?

The young man glanced at the Mr. He, said expressionless, "my purpose is very simple, that is to drive all of you away."

Mr. He looked slightly cold and asked, "can you ask the reason?"

The young man looked up at the sky and said, "it's also very simple, because you are not qualified to play chess."

The whole street knew what was happening here and surrounded.

Listening to the young man's words, I couldn't help shouting.

Mr. He looked slightly changed and said, "immortal master has extraordinary chess power. Why..."

The words didn't finish, but the meaning was very clear - why did the dignified monk bully the weak?

He didn't think it was chess, not a fight.

The young man ignored it, turned to the chess stand and said, "you lose, go away, I lose, die."

His expression is very indifferent. He is not indifferent to life and death, but absolute self-confidence.

While talking, he didn't look at the boss of the chess stall, but at a wild grass on the eaves.

The so-called eye is higher than the top, that's it. It's really unpleasant.

Mr. He, the stall owner and the spectators felt very unhappy.

"Just go! I don't believe you can beat so many of us! "

Someone shouted.

The young man was obviously ready to drive away all the chess stalls in the whole street.