These two people.
They were the two external incarnations that had just left the Hanguang Formation.
After being sent to the secret room by Ying Shisan, they did not leave. Instead, they took out a set of Go from a corner and started playing Go against each other.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
The only sound in the room was the sound of Go pieces falling.
It was cramped and harsh, like the sound of swords on a battlefield.
The two of them said nothing and their expressions were extremely serious. The atmosphere in the room was frighteningly depressing.
finally.
The last piece was placed, and judging from the situation, the two sides were still evenly matched.
The atmosphere seemed to suddenly improve a lot.
The two of them smiled and looked at Ying Shisan.
"Please count my sons, uncle!"
"Uncle Thirteen, please count the children!"
The harmonious atmosphere was no different from the old men playing chess on the river bank.
However, Ying Shisan had no interest in counting the pieces. He simply pushed all the pieces on the board into the chess box without even distinguishing between black and white, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
After putting it away.
He stood up and threw the Go board back into the corner.
He said expressionlessly, "I don't like others touching my things."
Ying Yue: "..."
Zhao Ji: “…”
It seems that only Ying Shisan can be so arrogant when facing the kings of Gan and Li at the same time.
But the two didn't say anything, just smiled awkwardly.
Ying Shisan usually calls them "Your Majesty" and "Your Majesty the King of Li" to give face to both of them, and also being polite can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.
What is going on in private?
It all depends on his mood.
This time, he was clearly in a bad mood.
The two also knew why, because he hated politics tainting other things, especially the duel between two future strong men.
Ying Shisan was lying on the recliner: "You two can chat, finish your tea and snacks, clean up the cups and plates, and then leave!"
After saying that.
Just closed your eyes.
Ying Yue smiled faintly: "We haven't played chess for many years, and Brother Zhao's chess skills have improved again."
Zhao Ji smiled warmly: "I haven't improved as much as you have. In the past, you always gave up in the middle of the game."
Ying Yue pointedly said, "It was just luck today. That piece that was almost eaten by you at the beginning actually messed up your layout in the middle game. Otherwise, you would have been defeated in the middle game again."
Zhao Ji looked at him deeply.
That dispensable seed that was almost eaten?
You're talking about chess pieces.
Or protons?
He kept smiling: "You are too polite. Brother Ying is a steady chess player. Every chess piece he plays is extremely obedient, so it can naturally play a big role. This chess piece is said to be a fluke, but in fact it is all a result of a sophisticated layout. He dared to place the chess piece here, so he was sure that it was under control.
If it doesn't listen, you will lose, but the game won't be at your level.
If we replace him with a mediocre person, I'm afraid he will kill a lot of people."
The conversation was sharp and pointed.
This seed is indeed out of my control.
But people are about to beat your Ying Wuque to death, why are you pretending in front of me?
Ying Yue's pupils narrowed.
Kill a whole bunch of people?
Is this a stab to my heart?
He laughed loudly: "If you say it's luck, then it's luck. When have I ever been a modest person? But this piece is indeed magical. It can actually determine the outcome of this game of chess by itself. It's a pity that my uncle didn't count the pieces, otherwise the victory would have been decided."
Zhao Ji did not refute this time, but nodded and said: "This piece does have the ability to influence the game."
He drank the tea in the cup and then put it on the table.
He smiled and said, "I'll trouble Brother Ying to help me wash my cups and plates. See you later!"
After saying that, Zhao Ji left the underground secret room directly.
Ying Yue looked at his back thoughtfully.
He thought he knew Zhao Ji very well.
This old guy is more open-minded than me.
But not much.
This time, my words must have been taken to heart by him.
But there seemed to be some more emotions that I couldn't explain.
What is this?
Ying Yue retracted his gaze and turned to look at Ying Shisan, then walked up to him with a smile: "Uncle!"
Ying Shisan raised his eyelids and said, "Are you talking to me as the King of Gan, or as your nephew?"
“Both!”
"Oh! Then I'd better stand up."
Ying Shisan sat up from the recliner and stood opposite Ying Yue with a calm expression: "What do you want, Your Majesty?"
Ying Yue smiled and said, "No special instructions, I just want to ask how Wu Que is doing in Jiangcheng!"
Ying Shisan said calmly, "Young Master has been practicing hard. Apart from socializing, he has been practicing day and night."
Ying Yue asked again: "Did your uncle teach him any techniques at this Sword Immortal Conference?"
Ying Shisan asked back, "Is teaching skills within the scope of my duties?"
The atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.
The two just stared at each other quietly.
a long time.
Ying Yue smiled and said, "Of course not! I am not blaming my uncle, but I feel a little regretful. My uncle is a master in swordsmanship. If Wuque had the honor to practice with him for a few days, the result today would be different."
"oh?"
A trace of contempt appeared in Ying Shisan's eyes: "So, at the end of the tournament, Wuji is still the winner?"
Ying Yue did not answer and remained noncommittal.
Ying Shisan probably understood it. In his impression, Ying Wuque was naturally much stronger than Ying Wuji.
However... the moment the Ganwang Bell was opened, their actions were very secretive, and no one could notice it except himself and Taoist Qingxu.
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