Chapter Seventy-Three: Overturned (Seeking Recommendations!!!!!!!!)

  The young man with a pale face seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, his eyes wide open and staring at the chessboard, his expression changed greatly, his lips trembling. His face was extremely pale, even his lips were white, his eyes were round and his expression looked extremely frightening.

  Xianglian's little face flushed, she quietly hid behind Wei Zuo, lowering her small head and pursing her lips tightly.

  Wei Zhao looked at the chessboard and smiled faintly: "You can count for yourself."

  That white-faced scholar heard it and immediately bent down, his hands moving quickly to pick up the white pieces from the chessboard. After finishing counting the white pieces, he stared at the black pieces again.

  "Still one more!" The white-faced scholar furrowed his brow, looking flustered and anxious, his eyes darting back and forth.

  He had just finished speaking and he shouted "Impossible!" again. His hands waved once more, picking up Hei Zi as well.

  But soon his face changed again.

  Still one more!

  The white-faced scholar's face was pale and terrifying, his eyes flashing with incredulity. He had been watching Wei Zhao's moves clearly, no cheating was possible. But this chess game, he had replayed countless times, plus many masters had also replayed it, all were draws! He couldn't believe that Wei Zhao would break his years of setup with a calm smile!

  "No, let's start again!" The pale-faced scholar was breathing heavily, his face changing color as he suddenly shouted. His hands quickly moved to put the chess pieces back in place.

  Wei Xiao's mouth curled up and he chuckled: "Sir, are you thinking of backing out?"

  That white-faced scholar's face changed slightly, his hand paused, his eyes flickered, his eyebrows furrowed, and he looked up at Wei Zuo solemnly: "Brother Wei, accompany me for another game, this road token can be used for three years."

  Older brother?

  Wei Xiao's eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile, and he nodded slightly: "Good."

  The white-faced scholar's throat moved slightly as he swallowed, then carefully placed the chess pieces and looked at them again. He held the white chess piece and slowly put it down. Then he immediately raised his head, his eyes fixed intently on Wei Zhao's right hand, as if to prevent him from cheating.

  Wei Zhuo smiled faintly, holding the black piece and gently falling down. In his junior high school days, he had participated in the Go tournament held by the city, and for this残谱 (remaining moves), he knew there were three ways to break through.

  The white-faced scholar immediately placed a white chess piece next to the right side of Wei Zuo's chess piece, then lifted his head again and stared at Wei Zuo's right hand.

  Wei Zuo didn't fall on the left side like last time, the chess piece 'clapped' and fell into the lower left corner, just guarding a safe corner.

  That white-faced scholar was stunned, Wei Xiao's carefree corner had no effect at all, it was a waste of chess pieces!

  He looked up at Wei Xiao, saw that he still had a faint smile on his face, furrowed his brow, and continued to move the chess pieces according to his plan.

  The weeping willow drooped down from above Wuyou Corner, neither hastily nor slowly. After a few more, it seemed to be unfolding into the shape of a large dragon.

  The white-faced scholar looked up at Wei Zhao again, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he reached out to interrupt Wei Zhao's pace.

  Wei Zuo's mouth corners slightly raised, and suddenly he placed a chess piece in the lower right corner.

  The young man in white was taken aback again, looking at the chessboard, which had not changed much, still entangled and difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

  He hesitated and looked up at Wei Qiao again, the white character falling on the lower right corner of Wei Qiao, ruining his unfinished Worry-Free Corner.

  Wei Zuo's smile grew thicker at the corners of his mouth as he continued to drop pieces in the lower right corner.

  The white-faced scholar held the white chess piece, his eyebrows tightly knitted as he stared at the chessboard. He couldn't understand what Wei Xiao was trying to do. The entire board was still within controllable range, but Wei Xiao had made a dozen or so useless moves in a row. If it weren't for the fact that Wei Xiao had inexplicably won the previous game, he would have suspected that Wei Xiao didn't even know how to play chess.

  The young scholar with a pale face bowed his head and pondered for a long time. The chess piece hesitated, but still followed Wei Zhao's footsteps and fell down.

  No matter what Wei Xiao plans to do, try to probe first.

  "Plop", Wei Xiao's right hand moved swiftly and landed a black chess piece in the center.

  The white-faced scholar furrowed his brow, connecting Wei Xiao's recent dozen or so steps together to take a look, but didn't discover anything unusual or unexplainable about them. They were calm and composed, like the footsteps of a completely inexperienced apprentice, something that could be seen through with just one glance.

  He couldn't help but look up at Wei Xiao again, seeing his always calm and collected expression, a sudden surge of frustration and anxiety rose in his heart. His throat moved slightly, and he furrowed his brow, lowering his head to stare at the chessboard.

  After thinking for half a day, his chess piece still followed Wei Zuo and fell in the center. His original confidence was eliminated by Wei Zuo, and now he became cautious and fearful.

  The next few pieces of Weizhu all fell in the center, making the originally nervous and timid white-faced scholar's face slightly relaxed. He guessed that Weizhu's plan had been disrupted and he was forced to change his move. A hint of a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and then he followed Weizhu's pieces again.

  He must take this game seriously and it must end in a draw, only then can he prove that his chess record is always a draw, and only then can he regain his confidence.

  The chess pieces floated and fell on the board, with a style that was neither warm nor fiery, but always calm and flat.

  The white-faced scholar seems to have regained his confidence and started walking his own path on the chessboard, occasionally disrupting Wei Xiao's chess route.

  In the blink of an eye, the two had played nearly a hundred moves, and the board was still in chaos, with the pieces entangled together, neither side having any advantage to speak of.

  The little girl seemed to have also forgotten her fear, poking her head out from Wei Zuo's shoulder, looking at the dizzy chessboard, and couldn't help but want to yawn and sleep.

  The third floor fell silent again, with the two players' chess pieces falling slowly. Both of them had a calm expression, serene and unhurried. The chess pieces rose and fell, neither fast nor slow, as if they were all part of a larger layout.

  In the blink of an eye, half of the chessboard had been played. The white-faced scholar couldn't help but raise his head to glance at Wei Xiao, a flicker of doubt in his eyes, which immediately changed as his face turned pale and his gaze began to wander over the pieces.

  Wei Zhuo smiled faintly and didn't stop this time. He placed his arms on his abdomen, leaned forward, lowered his head to gaze at the chessboard and began to ponder.

  The young man in white counted to half, saw Wei Xiao not making a move yet, and looked up at him again. He saw his eyes fixed on the chessboard, his eyebrows furrowed, suppressing the tension in his heart, and lowered his head to count once more.

  After a long time, the white-faced scholar let out a sigh of relief and raised his head to look at Wei Zhao, who was still deep in thought. A hint of a smile flashed across his lips as he picked up the tea that had gone cold on the side and took a light sip.

  "Bang!" In an instant, Wei Zhuo's body straightened up, and Heizi fell down like a bolt of lightning.

  The young scholar with a pale face held his neck up and supported his teacup, casting a sideways glance at the chessboard, when suddenly his complexion changed greatly.

  "Hmph"

  The tea water that had just entered his mouth suddenly sprayed out, and he turned bright red with violent coughing, his face full of tea water and tea leaves. The teacup shook even more violently, the tea water spreading out and falling all over the floor.

  The young scholar's face was cold and repressed, his chest heaving, as he hastily put down the teacup to wipe his face with his sleeve, disregarding the tea leaves and water on his face, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his eyes sternly fixed on the chessboard.

  As soon as Wei Zuo's chess piece fell, the situation on the entire board changed instantly. The sticky and confusing chess situation suddenly became strange, as if Wei Zuo would make another move, the situation would collapse like a landslide, unstoppable.