(There is a dinner party in the evening, I will post it in advance)

Who did you have a feast for your life?

The younger brother of the saint Yan Pingle is the number one genius among the students of Buzhou Academy.

Whether it is Jiang Yue, Jiu Jin, or Lang Court, there are many young people who hope to fight Yan in their lifetime and win the title of No. 1 among the younger generation.

However, to this day, Yan Yang still maintains this title. Yan Yang is also very proud of her life, and she said this three years ago:

The only thing that can make me no longer become the strongest person in the younger generation is time, because it can make me no longer young.

Fortunately, the people of Chaoge did not recognize him, otherwise they would probably kneel at the feet of Yan Pingsheng and shout for blessings from the immortal master.

This is not surprising. Anyone who comes down from Buzhou Mountain and passers-by will habitually bow when they see it.

In their opinion, being able to climb the misty hanging mountain is a living god.

Qin Que was also surprised that the saint's younger brother actually fought with people in the secular world.

All the people who play chess here are masters.

Qin Que estimated that his level was probably not as good as those who played chess with Yan Pingsheng.

It can be seen that this chess game is not something you can participate in casually, and you may not be qualified.

But Yan Xiansheng played chess and wrote while writing. When writing, his inner changes and thoughts on the chess game—

Qin Que can observe it from the words.

So he knew what Yan Qing would do next.

He had a great eye and could see the situation on the chessboard from afar. After walking around, he picked up a chess game.

After Yan Pingsheng made a move, Qin Que strongly gave birth to a son for Yan Pingsheng's opponent.

This rude action immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of onlookers and chess players.

"Where did the rural villager come from? Do you understand the rules?"

"This man is so rude, don't you know that he is a real gentleman who doesn't speak any words!"

"If you want to play chess with Mr. Zhuo, don't use such dirty tricks!"

"I'm afraid this person will be driven out by Mr. Zhuo."

...

Qin Que suddenly rushed into the chessboard circle and a tough guy made a piece for the chess player. This move made the surrounding people fuss, but...

Yan Pingsheng, who was called "Young Master Zhuo", and neither spoke out with the chess player who should have been the most angry.

Yan didn't care about it all her life, and the 27 chess game is the most boring here.

But after this young man who looked like a Taoist boy rushed in and fell into a ball, he found that this move was actually very good. If he dealt with it himself, he would also take this step.

And the chess player who should have played against Yan Pingsheng was far inferior to Yan Pingsheng's chess skills, but he could understand a good chess move.

He should have admitted defeat within three steps, but he suddenly realized that after this step fell, he seemed to have vitality again.

Qin Que stood there, with a thick-skinned face, and smiled at the people around him from time to time.

His behavior is indeed very unkind, but if he wants to play chess in this place, there should be a series of complicated promotions.

He can only do something strange.

Qin Queqi, Yan was also very strange in his life.

He then took thirty-two steps. Every time he fell, he left another one for the chess player.

These thirty-two steps were extremely exquisite. After finishing, the situation on the chessboard was clear. Yan Pingsheng said to the challenger who was sitting:

"You, get out of here."

Then he looked at Qin Que again:

"Come here."

Thirty-two steps have locked the game of chess.

The person who played chess with Yan Ping's life only realized that these thirty-two steps were the most correct solution... although it could not save the defeat.

But if he were himself, he would probably collapse within seven steps.

"I lost. Mr. Zhuo's chess skills are indeed unparalleled in the world."

This is a sincere compliment, but Ke Yan frowned in her life:

"If you lose, you lose. How many chess have you played? Just assert that I am unparalleled in the world? I am really arrogant and ignorant."

“Uh…”

The man suddenly felt so embarrassed and hurriedly left in a down-and-out manner.

The sounds around him gradually stopped, and no one thought of the development of things like this.

In fact, Du Fu met Yan Pingle back then and had similar experiences.

At the poem inscription meeting, Du Fu was the leader, and his improvisational works pushed the talented men of Chao Ge to breathless.

At that time, Yan Pingle suddenly entered, without following the rules at all, and rushed into the hall with his excellent martial arts skills.

He took away the maid with a good wine with grapes and drinks it in one gulp.

I immediately wrote the song "Lin Buzhou" with Du Fu, which is very similar to the song "Lin Buzhou" but has a very heroic style.

Although this action is rude, no one pursues it because everyone is suppressed by these two poems.

After that, Du Fu... became Yan Pingle's little fan. It was obvious that the two of them had a similar poetic talent and realm.

Qin Que never thought of imitating Yan Pingle, but just thought the process was troublesome.

In a few days, Time Traveler 2 will arrive, and he needs to manage his time well.

However, Yan Pingsheng's eyes...here a little appreciation.

"I don't play chess with the nameless, report my name."

"Qin Que."

"I look extraordinary, a student from Buzhou Academy?"

"Not yet."

This sentence is not yet, it seems very efficient. Yan Pingsheng nodded and said:

"Can you play chess?"

“Can write.”

It seems that he answered something that was not a question, but Yan Pingsheng suddenly understood it.

He didn't say much, but left a son, and at the same time handed the brush in his hand to Qin Que.

He himself ended the other twenty-six chess games, and these chess games could have been ended long ago, but they were no longer fun after they ended.

Now Yan has discovered that a more interesting person has come, and the rest of them naturally have no value.

He made a very fast move, and he also played himself and himself. Some ended the chess game with twenty or thirty steps, while others ended forty or fifty steps.

The other chess players initially looked ashen, but later they looked at the chessboard and were shocked after coming back to their senses, and eventually turned into praise and loss.

At this time, Qin Que walked to the center of the chess stage, and in the blank part, he used the pen of Yan Pingsheng to write down the words that Yan Pingsheng had written.

Although the content is the same, the brushwork is completely different.

Those who were originally angry that Qin Que was rude shut up after seeing this hand.

Not long after... the entire chess table was left with only one chess game.

Qin Que and Yan lived his life.

"Your handwriting is good." Yan Qingsheng left a son.

"It's okay. Why don't we write a word for each son?"

“This is an interesting proposal.”

The reason why Yan Xian wrote inscriptions when everyone was thinking was just out of boredom and was not to fight with others.

Qin Que's words are good at writing, which shows that Qin Que is not only about chess, but also about characters.

The same content, but the two characters have their own advantages.

The words that feast your whole life are free and unrestrained. The words that Qin Que are calm, powerful and magnificent.

It was the first time in Yan that he had met such an interesting person in his life after all these years of fighting chess.

So Yan wrote the word "interest" in his lifetime.

Qin Que looked at this word and thoughtful on the surface, but in fact he was looking at the heart from the word and peeking at where the next move of Yan’s life was.

He also made a move and replied with the word "treat".

Yan thought for a moment, smiled, and wrote the word "fight".
To be continued...