Chapter 2193 Wang Zhenfei

"Senior, your chess skills are superb, I can't even compare to you!" Xiao Hua put the chess pieces in place, said with a smile, then looked at the little monk and listened to his explanation.

Who knew that the little monk pointed his finger and said: "Only when you have no distractions can you understand the secrets of chess. How can you beat me with distractions? Come again!!"

"Okay... okay!" Xiao Hua looked at the unfathomable little monk, thought a little, raised his hand again, and started to play chess following the rhythm of the little monk. Xiao Hua lost the second game, but the scene was much more beautiful and the time was much longer. It seemed very enjoyable to see the little monk smiling.

Needless to say, Xiao Hua put down the chess pieces again and started the third game with the little monk!

The sun seemed to be hanging above their heads, motionless, but Xiao Hua and the little monk had already killed nearly thirty games! At the beginning, Xiao Hua was not the opponent of the little monk. After five games, Xiao Hua had gradually caught up. After ten games, Xiao Hua was confident. No matter how the little monk played, he was able to do it easily. He always forced the little monk to death. As for the fifteenth game, it was a complete replica of Xiao Hua's first game. The little monk was defeated at the beginning and was no longer Xiao Hua's opponent. But what puzzled Xiao Hua was that the little monk was enjoying this simple chess game. He was slaughtered in one game after another and never gave up. In addition to the gradual embarrassment between his eyebrows, the spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

After a game of chess was over and a new game was just set, the little monk suddenly waved his sleeves, stood up and said: "No more playing! Damn, you are much better than Wang Zhenfei!"

"Ah?" Looking at the little monk playing like a naughty boy. Xiao Hua was slightly stunned, but did not wait for Xiao Hua to stand up. The little monk pointed his finger behind Xiao Hua and said, "Look, isn't that Wang Zhifei? Are you looking for him?"

Xiao Hua hurriedly turned his head, but there was nothing behind him. In the distance, there were still spots of light in the woods. Where was there any figure?

"What does this mean?" Xiao Hua felt vaguely that something was wrong. When he turned his head, the thing that surprised him really happened. The little monk sitting opposite him disappeared! ! !

"How is it possible?" Xiao Hua was shocked. He is not an ordinary cultivator now. The Yuanying Grandmaster of the Dao Sect and the Five-foot Golden Body of the Buddhist Sect are in the realm of lotus. Which cultivation is not enviable? But this little monk disappeared silently in front of him. Xiao Hua didn't feel anything at all. How could he not be surprised? What level of cultivation did this little monk have?

However, think about it. He built the Xiaolinglong Temple in the Great Snow Mountain ten thousand years ago to wait for him. It must be the realm of the Buddha, right? In his eyes... I really look like a child! However, thinking of this, Xiao Hua was stunned again. He looked at the scattered stones and several crisscrossing lines on the ground in confusion. This so-called chess art is just a game played by ordinary country children. Why is this senior master so concerned?

"Could it be?" Xiao Hua suddenly thought of a possibility.

He hurriedly reached out and took out the black triangle from his arms, and scanned it with his mind. He found that this thing was not ordinary.

"This is a Buddha treasure!!" Xiao Hua immediately understood that the little monk was probably waiting here for this thing?

Then, Xiao Hua used Buddha consciousness to look at it, but still couldn't see anything. It was not until he used the Dharma Eye that he saw that there was a thumb-sized chess piece hidden in the black triangle!

"It's... It's really a chess piece! This senior is unfathomable!" Xiao Hua closed his Dharma Eye and was really convinced.

Then, Xiao Hua bowed to the sky and thanked: "I am Bodhi, thank the Buddha for the gift of the treasure!"

"Hehe..." Suddenly, a chuckle came from a distance. Wasn't it the voice of the little monk? Xiao Hua's Buddha consciousness was quickly released, and it was scattered in that direction...

"Hey? Why is there a child here?" Xiao Hua's Buddha consciousness naturally did not catch up with the little monk, but in the direction of the Buddha consciousness, a child less than ten years old was seen, holding a charcoal pencil, sitting cross-legged in front of a tree more than one person tall, drawing something on the ground in front of him stroke by stroke. The child's clothes looked shabby, with patches sewn in several places, and he was carrying a small embroidered bag on his back. Although this embroidered bag was made of needles and thread and rags, it was starched and washed very clean.

Just when Xiao Hua was about to withdraw his Buddha consciousness, a man who looked like a servant walked quickly in the valley not far from the child. Seeing the child, he hurriedly shouted: "Wang Zhifei, why are you here? Come on, come on, Master Wang is looking for you!"

"Wang Zhifei?" Xiao Hua was stunned and thought to himself, "Isn't this the Wang Zhifei that the little monk said?"

Immediately, Xiao Hua's eyes turned, and he jumped into the sky and flew towards the place where Wang Zhifei was.

When he flew closer, Xiao Hua could see clearly that this was a small mountain village built in the middle of several mountains. There were more than a hundred households in the mountain village. At this time, some people were farming on the mountain, and some were hunting in the mountains. In the village, women were weaving and growing vegetables, washing and cleaning, and there were a group of children playing and fighting. It was a lively scene in the countryside.

At this time, Wang Zhenfei was standing in the courtyard of the largest family in the mountain village. A middle-aged man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks was saying something to him in a shrill voice, while another middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears was sitting arrogantly on a recliner not far away, holding a palm-leaf fan in one hand and a wine pot in the other. The fat man fanned it a few times, hummed a few times, and then put the wine pot in his mouth and took a few sips. He looked very free and easy.

Xiao Hua's figure was hidden in the air, and he could hear clearly, but he heard the middle-aged man say: "Wang Zhifei, Master Wang asked you to come here today because he was impressed by your painting skills. I heard that everything you paint is lifelike, and today I want you to show your skills."

As he said, he took out a silver ingot from his arms and said with a smile: "If your painting satisfies Master Wang, this silver ingot is yours!"

Wang Zhifei glanced at the silver, his expression did not move, and he did not take the silver. He just nodded slightly and said: "Please tell me what I want to paint today, if my painting is not to the master's taste, how dare I take this silver?"

"It is extremely difficult for others, but it is very simple for you!" The thin butler smiled slightly and put the silver in his arms again.

Wang Zhenfei frowned slightly, looked at Master Wang not far away, then looked at the housekeeper, bit his lips and whispered: "Housekeeper, I have a question, I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Just say it!" The housekeeper waved his hand generously.

"Although I can draw, I am still young and my paintings are not good enough to be appreciated by everyone." Wang Zhifei spoke, and his words were mature. "If Mr. Wang has something important to do, you can ask the great painters in Pingxi City to do it... I know that my paintings are not worth a piece of silver, right?"

"Hehe, since Mr. Wang asked you to come, he must have a plan!" The housekeeper looked at Wang Zhifei in surprise. He really couldn't expect that Wang Zhifei, a child under ten years old, could think of so much. He smiled and said, "Don't ask so many questions, just paint!"

Wang Zhifei nodded and said, "I understand."

Then, the housekeeper walked to the fat man again and whispered a few words. The fat man waved his hand to indicate that he understood. The housekeeper took Wang Zhifei into the backyard. The backyard was a place similar to a garden. A woman in gorgeous clothes was sitting on a swing. The housekeeper took Wang Zhifei forward and pulled Wang Zhifei and said, "Why don't you meet the young lady quickly?"

"Yes, I meet the young lady!" Wang Zhifei seemed to understand something and bowed calmly.

"Well, get up!" The young lady seemed to have something on her mind. She waved the round fan in her hand a few times absent-mindedly and said.

Seeing that the young lady didn't care about Wang Zhifei, the housekeeper hurriedly pulled Wang Zhifei aside and whispered: "The master asked you to come here today to draw a portrait of the young lady. This is very important. You must draw it well. As long as the master and the young lady are satisfied, the silver ingot just now will be yours!"

"Yes, I know!" Wang Zhifei nodded vigorously, "I will try my best to draw it well!"

"Okay..." The housekeeper clapped his hands and said, "It's up to you!"

After speaking, the housekeeper waved his hand, and several servants who had been beside him immediately brought a desk, rice paper, ink and other things.

After the servants put the things in place, several maids came quickly, opened the rice paper and other things, put them away, and even a little girl walked to the side of the desk to prepare to grind ink.

Wang Zhenfei waved his hand hastily, asking everyone to stop. He walked to the side of the inkstone, carefully took out the ink block, poured some clean water into the inkstone, and slowly ground it. At the same time, he frowned and stared at the young lady who was also frowning on the swing...

For a cup of tea, there was no other movement in the entire back garden except the sound of the wind. Several servants and maids were puzzled, but they did not dare to make a sound. They glanced at Wang Zhenfei and then at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper waited patiently for a while, but when he saw Wang Zhenfei like this, he looked around, waved his hand and asked everyone to go down. He also quietly retreated to the gate of the garden, looking at the master in the distance and Wang Zhenfei at the same time.

"Strange, what's the point? Even if you want to paint a portrait of this young lady, you should find an adult painter. This village may not have one, but Pingxi City may have one. There's no reason to find this child!" Xiao Hua, who was hidden in the air, was a little surprised and thought to himself, "Besides, there are only a hundred or so families in this village. How can there be such a rich Mr. Wang? He is ten times and a hundred times richer than the local rich!"

Looking at Wang Zhifei again, he looked at the young lady straight for more than a meal, then closed his eyes slightly, calmed down a little, then turned around, walked to the desk, raised his feet and stepped on the small stool that had been prepared long ago, reached out and picked up one of the slightly thick brushes from the brush washer, dipped the brush in the thick ink on the inkstone, and waved his hand to paint on the rice paper... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to read.)