"I can see more shadows of people in her..."

Ning Fan was silent. Bai Ling, who was playing chess seriously at the moment, still looked more like Bei Xiaoman in his eyes.

Although Bei Xiaoman is an unattractive person, when she holds the chess pieces in her hands and plays Liubo chess, her eyes seem to light up...

The same is true for Bai Ling. Although she is a blind girl, when she plays chess, her blindness seems to have light and a soul.

After finishing the score, Bai Ling took out an ancient book on the question of life and death and began to study the question of life and death.

The title of the book is "A Hundred Treasures of Immortals", which was compiled by the Nanliang Chess Academy. The book records one hundred life-or-death problems. It is said that as long as you solve them all, you will have the opportunity to apply for the Nanliang Chess Academy and become a real chess practitioner.

Bai Ling, who is blind, cannot read with his eyes and can only explore with his hands.

She seems to have specially studied the secret method of reading with her hands. She can read the words and graphics she touches with her heart.

""Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machines"? I have seen this book in Zhang Dao's memory. Before Zhang Dao joined the Nanliang Chess Academy, it seemed that he solved all the life and death problems in it in just one month.

Already…”

For Zhang Dao, this book "Xianji Baiku" is not difficult at all.

But people cannot be generalized. For Bai Ling, this book is really difficult.

It has been fifteen years since she learned chess, and it was seven years ago that she obtained this book "A Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machines".

She had studied for seven years, but she had only solved the seventy-ninth question, and this question had been stuck on her for several months and she still had not solved it.

It’s really difficult…

So far, she has been learning chess alone, so maybe she should find a teacher.

[Beijing Mountain is one of the Nine Mountains of Xingluo. This Underground Fruit Conference is held every thousand years. Every time it is held, it will attract powerful chess players. If you go there, you may be able to worship a famous teacher...]

[The senior sisters all said that this time the Arctic Dao Fruit Conference is dangerous, so don’t go there. I didn’t believe it at first, but in the past few days, I did encounter many killers...]

[Do you want to give up, go back home, go back to Hongjun Snow Valley, or... keep moving forward...]

[But if I miss this opportunity, I don’t know when and how long it will take to become a famous teacher...]

Bai Ling was so entangled in her heart that she had distracting thoughts all her life, and she became increasingly unable to solve the life-or-death problem.

Little did she know that all her thoughts were being watched by someone outside the window.

"It turns out that this woman went to the Arctic Daoguo Conference to find a famous teacher to learn chess..." Ning Fan's eyes moved slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Bai Ling finally noticed someone peeking outside the window.

Because they were inside the house and did not go out, all the ghosts did not wear cloaks or veils.

At this time, she has an oval face and is pretty and charming; her hair is tied up in black silk stockings, and her forehead bangs are up to her eyebrows; she is wearing a moon-white blouse, a very short white skirt, and she is not wearing stockings, but white stockings.

silk stockings and moon-white embroidered shoes.

"This dressing sense is exactly the same as Bei Xiaoman's. The only difference is that Bei Xiaoman likes to wear red, while this girl wears snowy white..." Ning Fan thought to himself.

His eyes wandered around Bai Ling's legs, and he felt a little unable to move away...

Thanks to Bai Ling's blindness, otherwise I'm afraid Ning Fan would be blamed for being his disciple.

[Huh? Senior brother is also interested in playing chess? Have you been watching here for a long time?] Bai Ling asked in his heart.

"Well, I do have some interest in playing chess." He said he was interested in playing chess, but Ning Fan didn't even look at the chessboard.

But Bai Ling believed Ning Fan's lies, so there was an even bigger smile on his face.

[Since senior brother knows chess, can you teach me how to play chess? 】

"This..." Ning Fan stopped talking.

[Isn't it possible?] Bai Ling felt a little regretful.

"All right…"

Ning Fan couldn't bear Bai Ling's disappointment.

Although he doesn't like to play chess, he has the memory of Luan Gu Emperor's chess skills, so it won't be difficult for him to guide the opponent.

Bai Ling was very happy to get Ning Fan's agreement.

She invited Ning Fan into the room, but did not ask for advice immediately. Instead, she poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ning Fan respectfully.

"Thank you." After seven days and seven nights of drinking, Ning Fan was really thirsty, so he took the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

It is not a particularly precious tea.

But Ning Fan drank it with a special taste.

I always feel that the smell of tea cooked by this woman is a bit like a little witch...

Is it an illusion?

After drinking the tea, of course it’s time to get down to business.

Bai Ling first asked Ning Fan for question 79 of "A Hundred Treasures of Immortal Machines".

Ning Fan looked at the question and frowned slightly.

No wonder Bai Ling was stuck on this question. For an amateur chess player, this question is indeed extremely difficult.

"This question is quite difficult even for an orthodox chess practitioner to solve. Even for a ninth-grade chess player, it would take more than ten hours to figure out the changes..." Ning Fan explained.

Real world chess players are judged by nine levels: the first level is enchanted, the second level is sitting still, the third level is concrete, the fourth level is secluded, the fifth level is wise, the sixth level is small, the seventh level is fighting strength, the eighth level is foolish, and the ninth level is clumsy.

Bai Ling's level is not even at the ninth level. After all, she has only studied by herself for fifteen years.

No real chess player has spent thousands of years studying chess skills. Based on the overall level of the real world, Bai Ling's chess skills in the past fifteen years are indeed not strong.

So, how good is Ning Fan's chess skills?

He inherited the memory of chess skills from Emperor Luan Gu. Even though Emperor Luan Gu did not specifically learn chess, the total time spent playing chess in pieces during his long life spanned at least hundreds of years.

It is no exaggeration to regard Ning Fan as a chess player with hundreds of years of chess skills.

Although Ning Fan like this can't beat a first-level chess master in the true world, but compared to a ninth-level or eighth-level chess master, he is still far superior.

"Look at the first half of the chessboard. Black and white each have three chess pieces competing against each other. Which is the priority? The first thing that needs to be considered is the local changes..."

"...If the black stone is played at 2/13, it is indeed a means of protection, but if the white stone is played at 9/10, and then digs first and then receives, the white stone will survive..."

"...Next, I will show you some changes in the battle for the corner..."

There was only one question of life and death, and Ning Fan talked about it for two hours.

Bai Ling listened very carefully and seriously. She is not stupid and has quite a talent for playing chess. The only thing she lacks is the guidance of a famous teacher. Now that she has Ning Fan's guidance, she can't help but learn a lot.

[Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance.] After explaining the question, Bai Ling's face was full of happiness and admiration. She felt that Ning Fan's chess skills were unfathomable and the only one she had ever seen in her life.

Well, she has never seen many powerful chess players in her life, so it's not surprising that she would think so.

"You're welcome." Ning Fan smiled.

At this moment, he suddenly liked playing chess.

[Senior brother, can you teach me some more?] Bai Ling obediently handed me a cup of tea again.

"Okay, should we still teach life-and-death questions?"

[No, this time, I would like to ask my senior brother to play a game of chess with me. 】

"Do I need to confer a son?"

[No more for now, I want to see how far I am from the orthodox chess cultivators...]

"You guessed wrong. I am not an orthodox chess practitioner. My chess skills are actually not something I have cultivated myself..."

[Senior brother is so humble. Speaking of which, I seem to have heard of senior brother’s name somewhere. Zhang Dao, Zhang Dao... I seem to have heard of senior brother somewhere. Could it be that senior brother is a chess player who is famous in the real world? 】

"Actually, my name is not Zhang Dao."

【Eh? What's that senior brother's real name?】

"My name is..."

Ning Fan wanted to tell Bai Ling his real name.

But, I can’t tell.

This Holy Son Trial seems to have its own limitations. No matter how Ning Fan talks about his destiny, the final words he speaks will become "My name is Zhang Dao" and "I come from the Hunkun Holy Sect."

Finally had to give up.

It was not that there was no other way to tell his real name, but Ning Fan pondered for a while and finally did not persist in the matter.

The restriction on speaking one's real name in the Holy Son Trial seems to be out of protection for the tester... If one forcibly reveals one's real name in the Holy Son Trial, it may cause some bad consequences...

[Event 12: Teaching life and death questions. Obtained score, one star. Current score, thirty-three stars.]

…

Although it was just a game of chess instruction, Bai Ling took it very seriously and washed his hands before the game to show respect.

At the end of the game, Bai Ling was defeated without any suspense. Her knuckles holding the chess pieces turned white and she trembled violently. Finally, the two chess pieces were slowly placed on the chessboard.

This is Touzi admitting defeat.

[I lost...] Bai Ling's heartfelt voice was filled with tears, and tears instantly covered his face.

Is this what it feels like to lose chess?

This was the first time since she started learning chess that she played against such a strong chess player... The feeling of losing was really uncomfortable...

No wonder Bai Ling cried so miserably.

The only blame is that Ning Fan doesn't know how to show mercy.

As promised, Ning Fan actually made a killing move, killing Bai Ling completely in the opening game. The winner was easily decided in the middle game. What was even worse was that Bai Ling didn't have a single live chess piece in the game.

"You told me this is a guided chess game? Where is the guide?" The ant owner was speechless.

"This is what people do! Play guided chess with others, and don't give a living chess piece to the overall situation. Do you want to cast a psychological shadow on this little girl?" Duo Wen was speechless.
To be continued...