I Just Won’t Play by the Book

.. Walking on the road to Lanxintang in the middle of the night, Jiang Beiran looked up at the sky full of stars and couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart.

'Sure enough, people are idiots. ’

When he first came to this world, Jiang Beiran loved to appreciate this beautiful starry sky, because it was something he had never seen before.

But after such a long time, Jiang Beiran suddenly began to miss the neon night scene of the long street in the modern city that was as fiery as the day, and only the clouds were seen without the starry sky.

All the way, I walked into the Blue Heart Pavilion with emotion. Now that it is a child, there are only a few tables left in the Qixuan that are still lit by candlelight.

After all, even in Lanxintang, playing chess is a secondary class, and most of the disciples still choose to go to bed early so as not to delay the morning practice tomorrow.

In the corner, Mo Xia held an ancient chess book in his left hand, and dropped a piece on the chessboard from time to time in his right hand.

"clatter."

The crisp sound of a move on the chessboard sounded, and Mo Xia, who realized that he had not made a move, raised his head suddenly and said in surprise, "Senior brother!"

"Come out with me."

"Yes!" After Mo Xia finished speaking, he immediately blew out the candle and followed Jiang Beiran with the chessboard.

Taking Mo Xia back to his hut, Jiang Beiran lit two candles and said, "Sit down, what do you want to drink."

"Senior brother, let me make tea." Mo Xia put down the chessboard and said.

"The visitor is the guest, there is no reason for the guest to make tea, are you used to drinking Cuiluo tea?"

"I like it very much, thank you brother."

After brewing a pot of hot tea, Jiang Beiran sat at the table and took out the Yinglongyu chessboard from the Qiankun Ring. This was the prize for winning the chess game at the Yingjie Club before, but it was a pity that he was very busy since then. Haven't used it much yet.

"Use this chessboard."

When Mo Xia heard it, she immediately put away her chessboard, nodded and said yes.

No need for Jiang Beiran to say, Mo Xia consciously insists on white first.

"Da da da……"

As the sound of falling pieces continued to sound, the situation on the chessboard began to become anxious.

"Huh..." Taking a sip of the heat from the teacup, Jiang Beiran glanced at Mo Xia who was thinking seriously.

'It's really progressing rapidly. ’

Compared with the last time he was in the Covering Moon Sect, Mo Xia's chess skills improved not a little bit.

"clatter."

After dropping a sunspot on the [forbidden] position, Jiang Beiran opened his mouth and said, "Did you win the auditorium?"

Mo Xia, who was being restrained by his brother's [block], was stunned for a while before answering, "Win... I won."

Jiang Beiran smiled slightly, "Haha, have you won?"

"Am I... shouldn't I win?" Mo Xia raised her head and asked.

"There's nothing that should or shouldn't, just do what you want, then let's go."

"Yes."

Bowing his head again and thinking for a long time, Mo Xia picked up a white piece and dropped it on the [Jane] position on the chessboard.

'Oh? ' Jiang Beiran raised his eyebrows in surprise, 'Did you not jump into such a tempting trap? ’

Nodding affirmatively, Jiang Beiran found another sunspot and fell.

With the sound of "Da!", this one seemed to fall on Mo Xia's heart. He was just glad that he escaped the attacking trap laid by the trap, but found that he was disturbed because he was only thinking about how to avoid it. previous situation.

'No... it's not just me, senior brother's own layout is also disrupted, I still have a chance! ' Mo Xia said, and suddenly grabbed a white child and landed it on the thirteenth to the seventeenth, [Climb]!

"Interesting...really interesting."

Seeing Mo Xia's son who not only did not guard carefully, but wanted to take advantage of the situation to counterattack, Jiang Beiran suddenly felt very happy.

Although Jiang Beiran is not a chess idiot, Go once brought him a lot of happiness. When he racked his brains to break the game, it was like drinking a bottle of ice in the summer, not to mention how cool it was.

However, as his chess skills are getting higher and higher, Jiang Beiran's invincible loneliness gradually makes Jiang Beiran not so keen on Go. After all, it is interesting to have two masters. Otherwise, it would be no joy to bully a 100-level trumpeter at level 100. Arguably.

And just at the moment when Mo Xia fell, the long-lost sense of fun came back to Jiang Beiran's mind.

'Don't play chess according to the routine... I like it. ’

In the end, the game of chess continued until the ugly three quarters before Mo Xia admitted defeat.

When Mo Xia was cleaning up the chessboard, Jiang Beiran took a sip of tea and said, "In the future, every three days, you will come here to play chess with me. Of course, if I'm not around, you don't have to wait."

Mo Xia, who was sorting out the chess words, raised her head in ecstasy and said, "Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother! I will be there on time!"

Looking at some Mo Xia's hands that were so excited that they had nowhere to put them, Jiang Beiran changed the subject and said, "By the way, you play games every day, can you learn the exercises with intention?"

"Yes." Mo Xia nodded, "Li Zhanzheng said that if his cultivation was not improved enough, he would be expelled from the church, so I started playing chess every day after my cultivation."

"Then you really don't cultivate at all."

Jiang Beiran saw that Mo Xia's current cultivation was the first rank of profound practitioners, and Lan Xintang's rule was that within two years of entry, as long as he did not stay in Qi practice, he would not be expelled.

A little embarrassed, he lowered his head, and Mo Xia replied, "Because I still think playing chess is more interesting than practicing."

After listening to Mo Xia's answer, Jiang Beiran suddenly flashed a thought and said, "It's really important to play chess, but you can't lose your cultivation.

, so, don't we have a big competition with Shuijingtang once a month, every time you improve your ranking, I will play two more chess games with you, how about it? "

Blinking his eyes twice, Mo Xia nodded sharply after confirming that he heard correctly: "Okay! I will definitely work hard!"

"I'm very confident." Jiang Beiran smiled.

Mo Xia scratched his head and whispered: "Confidence... I don't have any confidence, but I will work hard!"

"Okay, let's play another game." Jiang Beiran said, looking at the chessboard that had been cleaned up.

"Yes!"

The reason why Jiang Beiran suddenly had this idea is because Mo Xia looks like a very useful tool person, and secondly, if he can play Go so well, his brain will definitely not be stupid, unless he is Qinghuan again. Such a wonderful thing, otherwise it shouldn't be too difficult to practice the exercises.

In addition, now that he has more and more problems to deal with, the younger brother is really not enough. It is rare to find a good one, so it is okay to try it out.

The two went down like this until dawn, thinking about going to see those patriarchs later, Jiang Beiran put on a chessboard and said, "Let's go down here today."

Although Mo Xia was still unfinished, he still bowed and thanked: "Thank you, brother, for your advice."

Holding up his chessboard, Mo Xia was about to leave when he heard his senior brother shout.

"Wait a minute."

"Senior brother, what else is there to order?" Mo Xia turned around and asked.

"This Yinglong chessboard is for you." Jiang Beiran picked up the chessboard and said.

"Ah!?" Mo Xia was stunned for a moment and waved his hands quickly: "No merit and no reward, this is too precious."

"You haven't slept all night, do you feel tired now?" Jiang Beiran asked.

"This..." Mo Xia replied with a little startled after hearing this, "Not only not, but very energetic."

"Well, this is the role of this Yinglong chessboard. In the future, you have to take into account both playing chess and practicing. This chessboard should be able to help you a lot."

"But……"

"Don't be rude, a good saddle with a BMW, take it, you played very well in the few rounds just now, make persistent efforts and let me enjoy some more interesting games like this."

Listening to his brother's unwillingness to refuse, Mo Xia clenched his fists and nodded vigorously: "I will definitely not let my brother down!"

After speaking, he took the chessboard with both hands and saluted Jiang Beiran: "Thank you, brother."

"Well, let's go."

"Yes, senior brother, you should rest early too."

After Mo Xia finished speaking, he pushed open the door and left the hut.

The moment the door was closed, Mo Xia held the Yinglong chessboard for several laps, thinking that he would be able to play with his senior brother every three days in the future, and there was still a chance to play more, he couldn't be more excited.

"hiss!"

In the midst of excitement, Mo Xia suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if she was being stared at by something extremely terrifying.

In a panic, Mo Xia looked around for a while and saw that there was no one, so she quickly hid the chessboard in her arms and ran towards her house.

time.

Jiang Beiran came to Cangtao City in a carriage. As the largest city in Lulin County, the prosperity of Cangtao City can be ranked first even in the entire Fengzhou.

However, the prosperity is limited to this world. For Jiang Beiran, who has lived in the 21st century metropolis, this Cang Tao City can be said to be dirty and messy.

The muddy roads, people, dogs and pigs who defecate everywhere, Jiang Beiran was almost spit out when he first came to this world, but after getting used to it, his nose seemed to automatically block these smells, at least not as pungent as before. .

The road is full of piles of garbage and waste. At first glance, it is not a big problem to say that this is a mountain of garbage.

Jiang Beiran had wondered before. Farmers in this world understood the importance of fertilizing, and the extremely profitable profession of manure digger came into being. Logically speaking, the city should not be so dirty, at least not full of manure.

But no matter what era, there is no shortage of "savvy" people. These excrement workers often deliberately fail to clear up the excrement and garbage in time to ask for the sky-high price. After it accumulates in a mountain, the citizens who can't stand it have to pinch their noses and agree to dig it out. Various demanding requirements of manure workers.

As for why the government doesn't care, because the evil feudal society has no municipal department, let alone the Environmental Protection Bureau.

To put it a hundred steps back, even if there is an EPA, even in the 21st century, there are still places where garbage is thrown everywhere, not to mention here.

‘Come on, come on, the cement road will be there soon. ’

Putting down the car curtain, Jiang Beiran imagined that the city would no longer be muddy and dirty.

"That should bring back some of the taste of home..."

After driving through the intricate roads, the carriage stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. This is a mansion that usually receives the envoys of the Guixin Sect. The decoration and configuration inside are the best in this era.

After all, for all the local families in Fengzhou, the Guixin Sect is the real "emperor".

As soon as he got out of the car, Jiang Beiran saw a middle-aged man in a coat coming up and kneeling in front of him and shouting, "The grass people welcome your majesty, long live the emperor, long live."

If it were the previous emperor, this middle-aged man would not say kneeling and bowing, and he would give you face if he didn't give him a glare.

After all, as a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, as a peripheral staff member of the Guixin Sect, he is still afraid of an emperor? Do you dare to offend Lao Tzu?

But Jiang Beiran is different. This is not only the emperor, but also the disciple of Guixin Sect. Even Lord Bai Fan has specially ordered that he must be well received.

If they are wrong, they will exile their entire family.

Under such an order, the middle-aged man was naturally frightened, and showed a hundred and twenty enthusiasm to receive the new emperor of Shengguo.

"Be flat, is the reception room ready?" Jiang Beiran asked.

"Ready, according to your instructions, it is the highest standard."

"Okay, take me to see it."

"As per your purpose, please come here."

Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Jiang Beiran came to a living room, where there were glazed cups, various gold ware, porcelain, and ivory carvings, which could be called magnificent.

"Well laid out."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your praise." The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed.

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(The back is the anti-theft content, which will be changed later, and no additional charges will be incurred)

Jiang Beiran had wondered before. Farmers in this world understood the importance of fertilizing, and the extremely profitable profession of manure digger came into being. Logically speaking, the city should not be so dirty, at least not full of manure.

But no matter what era, there is no shortage of "savvy" people. These excrement workers often deliberately fail to clear up the excrement and garbage in time in order to ask for the sky-high price. After it accumulates in a mountain, the citizens who can't bear it have to pinch their noses and agree to dig it out. Various demanding requirements of manure workers.

As for why the government doesn't care, because the evil feudal society has no municipal department, let alone the Environmental Protection Bureau.

To put it a hundred steps back, even if there is an EPA, even in the 21st century, there are still places where garbage is thrown everywhere, not to mention here.

‘Come on, come on, the cement road will be there soon. ’

Putting down the curtain of the car, Jiang Beiran imagined that the city was no longer muddy and dirty.

'That should bring back a little home smell...'

After driving through the intricate roads, the carriage stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. This is a mansion that usually receives the envoys of the Guixin Sect. The decoration and configuration inside are the best in this era.

After all, for all the local families in Fengzhou, the Guixin Sect is the real "emperor".

As soon as he got out of the car, Jiang Beiran saw a middle-aged man in a coat come up to him and knelt in front of him and shouted, "Caomin welcomes His Majesty, long live the emperor, long live."

If it were the previous emperor, this middle-aged man would not say kneeling and bowing, and he would give you face if he didn't give him a blank eye.

After all, as a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate, as a peripheral staff member of the Guixin Sect, he is still afraid of an emperor? Do you dare to offend Lao Tzu?

But Jiang Beiran is different. This is not only the emperor, but also the disciple of Guixin Sect. Even Lord Bai Fan has specially ordered that he must be well received.

Under such an order, the middle-aged man was naturally frightened, and showed a hundred and twenty enthusiasm to receive the new emperor of Shengguo.

"Be flat, is the reception room ready?" Jiang Beiran asked.