C222 Chess Heart
C222 Chess Heart
Ye Luoluo also walked over, standing behind Chen Fan with a charming look on his face. It was obvious that he was ready to watch the battle.
These days, when Ye Zhangqing was recovering, he was obsessed with Go and liked to play two games with others whenever he had nothing to do.
Normally, as long as Chen Fan came back from the ancient battlefield, he would accompany him even if there was nothing else to do.
Chen Fan had only just mastered Go. At first, he had only lost against Ye Zhangqing. After a while, he had won more and lost less. As for the last few days, he had never lost a single match against Ye Zhangqing.
"Fan'er, you must avenge father!" Elder Ye played with me for a long time, but I never won a round! "
Seeing Chen Fan sitting down, Chen Tiexin suddenly said with a smile.
"Haha, nephew Chen, it's not easy to see you again these few days!" I just thought of a brilliant move yesterday, I can definitely beat you! Are you still the same as usual, choosing Hei Zi to go first? "
Ye Zhangqing tidied up the two chess boxes and handed the black box to Chen Fan. He then laughed and asked.
Chen Fan nodded his head in agreement. Taking the chess box, he took out the black chess piece and placed it in the middle of the chessboard.
This was a tradition between Chen Fan and Ye Zhangqing. Originally, Ye Zhangqing had relied on his seniority and from the beginning on his deep chess skills and his lofty ambitions, directly guessing and letting Chen Fan have a head start on him.
Over time, even if Chen Fan's chess skills were higher than his, this rule would still continue.
The moment Chen Fan fell, Ye Zhangqing frowned. Normally, when a player played Go, they would first play, then play on the side, and finally, they would fight in the middle.
In the past, when Chen Fan played chess, he would always play the same role. For some reason, today, he was placed in the middle of the board, acting completely abnormal.
With doubts in his mind, Ye Zhangqing laughed out loud and said, "Nephew Chen, are you purposely letting this old man have a go today? "Then I won't be disrespectful!"
Ye Zhangqing stroked his snow-white beard proudly after he finished talking. He raised his hand and touched the ground. Chen Fan followed behind him expressionlessly. His speed was extremely fast, as if he didn't need to think about it at all.
In just a short moment, the two of them had landed in between dozens of times. Ye Zhangqing thought that he would easily win, but the situation was unexpectedly strange.
Chen Fan's chess piece was like a ghost, wandering around in front of him, but it couldn't be easily killed. As Ye Zhangqing fell down, his face became nervous.
At this moment, he lifted up the white piece in his hand. After thinking for a long time, it finally did not land in the center, but in the corner, there was another battlefield. Chen Fan's chess piece followed him like a shadow.
Chen Tiexin was watching from the side. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he revealed a pensive look. He was watching very carefully and sometimes he even muttered something.
Ye Luoluo stood behind Chen Fan, her beautiful face scrunched up into a frown. She did not understand anything about these things, and no one knew who had the upper hand.
Although she couldn't understand Go, she could tell from their expressions that Chen Fan appeared calm and at ease. Ye Zhangqing was already sweating profusely, and the chess piece in his hand was trembling slightly.
There were at least two hundred chess pieces on the chessboard in front of the two of them. They had already entered the final stage and the entire chessboard was filled with chess pieces.
Ye Zhangqing was covered in sweat at the moment. He felt that there was a wave of killing intent coming from the chess board. He held the white piece but didn't dare to land.
This chess game was really weird for Chen Fan. When the pieces blossomed in the middle, all the pieces were linked together, making it impossible for Ye Zhangqing to swallow a single piece.
Chen Fan's eyes were calm. His black and white pupils were shining as he calmly waited for Ye Zhangqing's fall.
After struggling for a while, Ye Zhangqing finally dropped the white piece to the ground with trembling hands. He had just put down the piece when the whole board was suddenly filled with killing intent.
A faint black and red gas emerged from the chessboard. The shadow of a demonic god appeared on the chessboard, shocking everyone.
The white piece that Ye Zhangqing dropped down suddenly made a cracking sound. It broke from the middle and turned into four pieces of jade pieces. They flew out from the board.
"I've lost!" Ye Zhangqing wiped off the sweat on his forehead and quickly admitted defeat. Only then did the shadow of the Demon God on the chessboard disappear. The whole chessboard returned to normal.
Chen Fan stretched his back and slowly stood up from his seat. This game of chess was playing out of his own heart.
When a cultivator played chess, relying on his powerful spiritual sense, it was normal for him to deduce the chess game. In the end, it was like he was lecturing on the dao, using his heart and dao!
Chen Fan's game of chess was a clear indication of what he was thinking. Demonic qi roiled out from it, and it contained killing intent. Clearly, it was proof of the Devil Dao he cultivated.
There was still a deeper meaning to this chess game that Ye Rolo did not understand. Chen Tiexin did not seem to understand, but Ye Zhangqing did. He sighed and said,
"Nephew Chen's killing intent is so heavy. The secular world isn't suitable for you to stay in. It's about time to return to the cultivation world and stir up a storm!" For a dragon like you, living in peace is still unrealistic! "
"Big brother Chen Fan, don't you want to rest in the Chen Nation?" "But your injuries …" Ye Luoluo was also a quick-witted person. How could he not know what Chen Fan was thinking when he heard this?
"Fan'er, you're going back to the cultivation world again? Isn't it good to be in Chen? If you go back, you might get injured again! Hearing father's words of persuasion, we shouldn't pursue this path anymore, let's just live a peaceful life here! "
Chen Tiexin's face was also tense. He had vaguely sensed something from the previous game and immediately spoke with a worried expression.
"I also want to stop here. I have family and friends here. If I can spend my life here, it would be great!" However, once he set foot on this path, he would no longer be able to control himself! "Ancient man Yun, it's enough for you to die when you hear it. I don't seek to rule the world, I just want to see the scenery on the path. This is also the goal countless cultivators have pursued for thousands of years!"
Chen Fan sighed, then turned his head to look up into the sky, his eyes shining with the light of pleading.
At the same time, there was something that he had yet to say. If he were to stay here, not only would he be unable to get by, Little Black would also likely not agree to it.
Blacky had put in a lot of effort to help him overcome his obstacles. It had also taught him its hatred for the Heavenly Dao, not to make him stay in the mortal world and be an ordinary person.
Seeing Chen Fan's firm gaze, Chen Tiexin knew that no matter how he said it, it would be useless. He could only pat Chen Fan's shoulder to comfort him.
Which parent didn't want their child to become a talent, but at the same time didn't want him to be hurt? It was precisely because of this contradictory thought that Chen Tiexin didn't want Chen Fan to return to the cultivation world.
However, since Chen Fan had made up his mind, he could only wish him the best. Chen Tiexin's eyes were sparkling as he looked at the sky and muttered:
"Ying'er, did you see that!?" Our child is no longer worthy and now he or she has his or her own goals. You must protect him or her in the sky and not let him or her be harmed! "