PNB Chapter 113 Stupid
Chapter 113 Stupid
Jing Yuan held the chess piece and gently dropped it on the chessboard. With the general's whisper, the final outcome of the chess game came to an end.
He raised his head and glanced at Yanqing and Yukong on both sides of the courtyard, with a slightly relaxed look in his eyes, but Fu Xuan, who was sitting in front of him and playing with him, had a slumped face, as if he had drank a big bowl. Soda bean juice mixed with fermented bean curd, I wanted to stand up and throw the chess piece in my hand at Jing Yuan's proud adult face.
It's obviously just an ordinary chess game, an entertainment project that can be traced back to the ancient emperors, but Jingyuan's playing methods made her confused. What kind of cannons hit one person, what kind of horses move, the sun moves, and the elephant moves the field. Fake!
The cannon in the general's hand was like drawing a bow and an arrow to shoot at a large eagle, and he was still talking plausibly about what artillery fighting was. It was an ancient artillery method that shook the muzzle at the moment of firing to bend the cannonball.
This kind of ghostly rhetoric was naturally strongly refuted by her. She wanted to ask Yukong, an expert in archery, about the authenticity of cannon fighting.
But Yukong just shook his head and said that her beloved bow was not a real bow and arrow. Her arrows could automatically guide and track the enemy. The opening of the string was just to satisfy the ritual sense of some ancient archery. Moreover, bows and arrows were different from cannons. Far from it, she had never heard of this so-called cannon fighting technique.
And next, in addition to the so-called artillery fighting skills that are difficult to distinguish between true and false, there are also more exaggerated chess skills. Why is our chess piece an undercover agent sent by him? What the hell is the time to refresh the army line? What else is there to replace the father? Joining the army and an arrow piercing the clouds, thousands of troops coming to meet each other, that kind of shit.
She was so angry that she wanted to overturn the chess table, and then snorted, "Can't afford to play? Then don't play!"
It can be imagined that imagination is beautiful, but reality is cold. At this moment, she finally knew what the so-called official level crushing people to death was.
She wanted to imitate General Jing Yuan's army line refresh, but he said that Taibo Si did not have instructions from him and could not easily mobilize Yunqi. She also wanted to imitate General Jing Yuan's artillery fighting skills, but he said that she was still young. Naturally, she had never heard of this ancient secret technique, let alone learned it.
She could only tremble with anger, her shoulders tremble, her teeth clenched, and her resentful eyes kept glaring at Jing Yuan's face, but he seemed to turn a blind eye. She also picked up the tea cup and sipped the tea leisurely, so she could only I kept muttering in my heart, why didn’t I choke you to death with a sip of tea?
Yanqing and Yukong, who were on both sides of the courtyard, both leaned over and stared at the chess game without blinking. Compared to Yukong's complicated emotions, Yanqing held his hands on his chest, as if With a calm and cold look, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the general's chess game.
But only Yanqing himself understands that what the Master of Taibu encountered today is just the tip of the iceberg. Compared with the game between the master and the general that day, it can be said to be a small dwarf. If it were This Lord Taibu knew the so-called Italian Cannon and My Little Pony and other chess techniques, so he would definitely be furious.
The loud noise almost resounded throughout Luofu, and the continuous drizzle suddenly became shrill. The heavy rain curtain fell on the eaves of the pavilion in the courtyard, making a dull sound like iron. The rain splashed along the eaves, sliding down like a curtain. And down.
The hazy clouds in the sky were split into two in an instant, revealing a flat cut. The dazzling and bright light illuminated the entire Luofu sky into frost color. The pavilion in the courtyard was shaken and rustled from top to bottom. After the cement dust fell, Jingyuan calmly blew it away from his shoulders, his expression remained the same.
Apart from one person on this Luofu Immortal Boat who can wield this powerful and fierce sword intent gracefully and naturally, who else can master the energy of Shuang Ruyue?
As for what his master was going through now, he already knew that his master's situation was worrying and not as good as he imagined, just by relying on his frosty sword energy.
It stands to reason that now that the dragon's life is at stake, he should immediately get up, pat his butt and rush towards the mansion of the Vidyadhara clan where the sword energy explodes. But at this moment, he can only lament that "time is also fate", it is not that he deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. , it is true that he is helpless.
Not to mention the cold and sharp sword energy wielded by Master's wife now, even he wanted to put him in a sack and throw him in front of Master when he met his master. If it weren't for the huge disparity in combat power between the two sides, he might have really wanted to do it. 'filial son'.
Although Jing Yuan could still calmly blow away the dust and turn a blind eye, Fu Xuan was so shocked by the sword energy that he almost stood up.
"Enemy attack?! Could it be the infiltration of the immortal creature or the escaped star core hunter?!" Fu Xuanqing frowned.
"It's okay, Fu Qing, just rest assured. This is neither an immortal creature nor a star core hunter." Jing Yuan shook his head.
"General! Luo Fu has suddenly shown his sword energy. On this occasion, we should immediately send the Yunqi Army to investigate. And as a general, you should keep this in mind instead of drinking tea and playing chess." Fu Xuan glared at Jing Yuan.
"There is no need to worry, Qing Fu. This matter is under control. The sword energy is just an appetizer. All you need is to sit down and enjoy the rain with me." Jing Yun took a sip of tea.
"Appreciating the rain?"
"After the continuous rain, there is a violent storm, but after the heavy rain stops, the probability of a rainbow and a cloudy sky is evenly divided. Do you think the sky will be clear after the rain, or will it be cloudy and rainy?" Jing Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the sky lightly. language.
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The thunder in the mansion of the Vidyadharas was deafening, and the flashing cold light spewed out like a volcanic eruption, like the moonlight soaring into the sky. The floor tiles in the courtyard were turned to pieces by the sword energy, like a python passing through.
And Jiang Fan's figure was tossing and turning in the courtyard, looking like a heroic figure with full-level body skills, but now his graceful body skills and steps were really a bit awkward.
The white robe was torn to pieces by the sword, and it was covered with strips of cloth. It looked like the leader of the Beggar Clan. But if you look carefully, you can find that the parts scratched by the sword were not fatal injuries, but just injuries. It can range from blood gushing out to severe injuries such as falling to the ground.
Feeling the dense raindrops of sword blades passing by behind him, Jiang Fan could only run down with his head down. At the same time, he called the heroine for mercy, hoping that Jingliu could put down the long sword in his hand and have a long talk with him.
He really wanted to learn the trick of the Supreme Treasure in the big talk Journey to the West, where he let Jingliu put the sword across his neck, and then he choked and said, "If God gives me another chance to be with that girl, I will Hopefully, for a lifetime.”
But Jingliu is not Zixia in the movies and TV series, and he is not the Supreme Treasure. If he hadn't shrunk his head so fast, I'm afraid there would be a scar as big as a bowl on his neck now.
"Listen to my explanation! Look, the horns on my head are gone! The tail is gone! Can't you just listen to my explanation?" Jiang Fan kicked open the door of the room, ran into the bedroom and hid in the long room. Behind the table and Jingliu confront each other.
"Shut up! You idiot!" Jing Liu glared at him coldly, looked around and then retracted all the cold light covering the long sword, but still walked towards Jiang Fan with the sword in hand.
She didn't want to hear any of the so-called excuses from Jiang Fan's mouth now, let alone know about them. Now her heart was like a ignited fire, and this fire was burning blazingly.
So cool! Stupid dragon has become more capable! You didn’t lose your memory and your limbs weren’t amputated. How dare you come back with your face licked? How can you extinguish this flame of more than seven hundred years with just a few words? Do you really think she is a child between two and three hundred years old?
This sword has more than 700 years of skill, can you, a stupid dragon, stop it?
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Heaven! Absolutely heaven! Behind heaven is the Shura field