Volume 1, Chapter 268 If there were a sound at this moment, it would definitely be a roar.
At the same time, footsteps were heard on the stairs leading to the second floor.
Everyone looked up.
I saw Guanqi walking downstairs from the upper floor.
Looking a little hasty, the two short legs accelerated from time to time.
There was a smile on Bai Zhi's face.
The long braid swayed from time to time with every step he took.
Everyone looked delighted.
Ye Tingmu even stood up and faced the chess game.
After a while, the chess player came downstairs to watch.
Then he trotted towards Ye Tingmu.
The corners of Ye Tingmu's mouth rose slightly, and a touch of tenderness overflowed on his elegant face.
Gentleness is fully revealed.
Yue Mingfeng wrinkled his nose unconsciously, but there was also a hint of jealousy on his smiling face.
The chess player came and stood in front of Ye Tingmu, with his hands crossed behind his back, his little head raised, and his eyes narrowed into crescents.
There seemed to be a beam of light shining in there.
You can see that the little girl is very happy.
Ye Tingmu touched her little head.
"How is it? Tell your brother now." He asked, his words full of doting.
Guan Qi nodded his little head three times in a row.
The meaning is self-evident.
Zhang Ruling smiled up to the sky.
"Hahaha... Then Miss Guanqi will be my junior sister from now on."
Everyone was very happy with this result, even Ye Tingmu was happy.
Since he is a literary saint, he must have some skills.
As a disciple of Wensheng, even if he and Fenghe were really defeated in the future, with Liu Bai's influence, he would definitely be able to protect them and watch the game.
If you wish to watch the game, Qingfeng and Jinghong can also be protected.
This was his greatest selfish desire to watch chess and become Wensheng's disciple.
Although this saint never participates in the disputes among the Nine Provinces.
But he is the longest-lived saint after all.
He is also the founder of Zhulu Academy.
The students of his academy are spread all over Kyushu.
His influence in Kyushu cannot be underestimated, so naturally no one would touch him.
"She is worthy of being my sister, so excellent." Ye Tingmu praised her hurriedly, with a look of pride covering his whole body.
At this time, Guanqi pulled Ye Tingmu's hand.
A little above it.
"He asked you to come up and talk to you."
A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Tingmu's eyes. He pointed at himself and asked, "Me?"
Guan Qi nodded as a matter of course.
Indicates yes.
"Okay, big brother got it."
She stroked Guanqi's little head again.
"Go play."
He was somewhat surprised that the other party actually wanted to talk to him.
But fortunately I didn't think too much about it.
He just told everyone not to run around and went upstairs.
He really wanted to see what the legendary literary saint, who was praised by the people of Kyushu, looked like.
I also want to ask about the Four Verses of Hengqu standing in front of the gate of Zhulu Academy.
After he leaves.
Guanqi came and sat beside Yuemingfeng, looking at him with a smile.
Yue Mingfeng also changed his usual coldness.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Congratulations."
Guanqi pulled his hand over and wrote it down.
"Thanks."
The moon was bright and the wind was blowing softly, and the hand holding the sword gently brushed over Guanqi's head.
"You will have a master from now on, so learn well."
Guanqi tilted his head and stared at him blankly. After a moment, he wrote on Yuemingfeng's hand.
"I already have a master."
"So I told the old immortal that he could only be my second master."
Yue Mingfeng was suspicious. He wondered why he had never heard Ye Tingmu mention that Guanqi had a master.
He asked in surprise: "Your master...is he your brother?"
In his opinion, perhaps in Guanqi's heart, Ye Tingmu is her master, otherwise there is no one else.
Upon hearing this, Guanqi shook his head repeatedly, swinging his pigtails like a reed in the summer swaying in the wind.
Yue Mingfeng was puzzled, isn’t it?
"That is..."
The mottled sunlight penetrated the paper-covered window, illuminating Guanqi's little face with a golden glow.
Her crescent eyes became serious.
The little hand was raised and then pointed at Yue Mingfeng.
Yue Mingfeng looked at the direction of the finger, which was exactly the tip of his nose.
He turned his head uncertainly, and there was nothing behind him.
He was the only one in this direction.
He only felt a buzzing sound in his head.
Everything is quiet.
The whole world was quiet, with only the little girl bathed in the mottled water in front of him.
There was a faint light emanating from behind her.
Very warm.
A throbbing started in his heart.
The sour feeling in his nose almost made this cold-blooded swordsman cry.
He whispered, "Me?"
Guanqi pulled his hand over, and his small fingertips touched the broad palm.
Yue Mingfeng's pupils also suddenly widened at this moment.
If there was a sound at this moment, it would be deafening.
Those five words were like thunder, resounding through the sky.
"Yes, Master."
Yue Mingfeng laughed, he chuckled, this time it was not just a smile on his face, but he made a sound.
This attracted three people standing nearby, who were very surprised.
There was a softer look in his eyes.
The girl in front of me is always so different.
And I am her master chef.
Even Wensheng was only her second master.
She remembered what Hongfu had said to him.
Those words were also said by the little monk to Hongfu.
There is always a beam of light in the world that belongs only to you. When it appears, no matter you are in the dark abyss or in a hell without light, it will eventually illuminate you and only you.
It comes for you and emits the brightest light in the world because of you.
The little chess player in front of him is the light of Yue Mingfeng.
He clenched his fists secretly.
Because he wanted to be a sword watching chess, if he couldn't illuminate her, then he would clear the darkness for her.
There are two kinds of luck in the world.
The first one is given to your loved ones.
The second way is to make people who are not related to you by blood become your relatives.
Yue Mingfeng didn't have the first one, but he had the second one. For the first time, he felt that he was very lucky.
At this time, Ye Tingmu also went up to the second floor of the attic.
Perhaps he sensed Ye Tingmu's arrival.
Wensheng also stood up.
Greet with a smile.
At this moment, Ye Tingmu was just like watching a chess game, looking clearly at the person in front of him.
The feeling is similar to watching chess, but it is a different thing. From Ye Tingmu's perspective, he can also explore the other party's realm.
Nine realms and nine levels.
The pinnacle saint.
A supreme saint like Dongfang Shuo.
And he got there through studying.
At this moment, he became even more suspicious. Could the old man in front of him really be the same as himself?
Own the system.
At this moment, Liu Bai bowed from a distance, performing the etiquette of a scholar.
"I have seen Xiao Tianhou."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows. The other party was indeed a literary saint. He already knew what had just happened this morning.
He also returned the greeting to Liu Bai.
He said respectfully: "Junior Ye Tingmu greets the Sage of Literature."
Liu Bai stood up and held up his hair.
He smiled softly and said, "The title of Literary Saint is just an empty name. You don't need to think of it as such. Just call me Little Heavenly Marquis!"
Ye Tingmu was speechless. He really didn't dare to do that.
Instead, he said respectfully, "I dare not. If you do not want me to address you as the Sage of Literature, how about I call you Dean?"
"Haha...Yes."
He pointed to the cushion he had made while watching chess and said, "Little Tianhou, please sit down."
Ye Tingmu bowed again.
"Then I won't be polite."
PS: Every time I write about watching chess, I feel moved by what I write. Alas... I’m getting old.
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