Heirs of the Seven Swords of the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1264 Can’t Lose

When Shao Yu and Xiang Liang's uncle and nephew saw that Fan Zeng had lost the game, their brows jumped and they couldn't help but retreat back, as if there was some danger in front of them.

Needless to say, Xiang Liang's guest was kneeling down for sixteen consecutive times. He could imagine how bad Fan Zeng was feeling.

As for Shao Yu... As Fan Zeng's half-disciple, he has a better understanding of his Master Fan's character. Although he doesn't know that this is the opponent's sixteenth defeat,... he just needs to stay away.

However, this level of self-deception is obviously useless. Fan Zeng relaxed his stiff back, and his eyes under the gray hair immediately turned sideways to glance at the uncle and nephew, and said harshly:
  "It's a pity that I was so far ahead in the first half of the game!"

"Hmph! If someone hadn't been interfering with my thinking, I wouldn't have allowed Zifang to reverse the situation so easily!"

"Heh...hehehe..."

The uncle and nephew looked at each other and showed an expected wry smile.

Their Master Fan is undoubtedly a wise man, but a wise man will always make excuses when he loses.

To sum it up in one sentence - we lose because of our teammates!
  After Fan Zeng finished throwing the blame, he immediately refused to admit defeat and said, "One more round, one more round!"

Xiang Liang's face twitched when he heard these four familiar words.

Again?

It will be dark again!

Every time he lost, he either said it was just a little bit close, or he blamed himself for interfering with his thinking and wanted to come back again. He had overturned fifteen times. What was the result?
  What a complete failure!

Xiang Liang wanted to persuade him to fight again in the future, but he did not dare to take the initiative to get into trouble. He rolled his eyes and immediately stared at the eldest nephew next to him.

However, there was no need for Xiang Liang to persuade him. Shao Yu, who was eager to find something to do with Fan Zeng, had already gone up there:
  "Master Fan, Master Fan, don't rush to play chess now. I have something to ask you."

"What's going on!?" Fan Zeng, who was furious, went to pick up the remaining pieces on the chessboard without raising his head, and replied impatiently, "Can't you wait until I finish playing these 100 million games of chess?"

Obviously, Fan Zeng had no intention of interrupting the chess game because of Shao Yu's problem.

Seeing this, Xiang Liang had no choice but to follow up personally, help his nephew to work harder, and cautiously reminded him:
  "Master Fan, you have played sixteen rounds in a row. It's time to take a rest."

Fan Zeng frowned, "Have there been so many games? I didn't feel it...Forget it, no matter what, you have to wait until I finish this comeback game."

Waving his hand, Fan Zeng refused to give up and was determined to win one game before giving up.

Zhang Liang, who was on the opposite side, smiled when he saw this, raised his hand and said in salute, "Sorry, Senior Fan, it's late, and there are still things in the village that I need to deal with, so I can only take my leave now."

"I'm afraid we have to wait for another day to fight the remaining round."

"Ah!?" When Fan Zeng heard that Zhang Liang had won the game and wanted to run away, he immediately touched his lush gray beard in displeasure.

But after all, he didn't treat Zhang Liang the same way he treated Xiang Liang Shaoyu, and he didn't cling to him.

Although he likes to make excuses, Fan Zeng understands that Zhang Liang's chess skills are indeed superb. He is not so embarrassed about losing to Zhang Liang, but more appreciates and admires him.

Since he had clearly said something was going on, it was hard for him to force him to stay.

"Today we met our opponents, and the battle was in full swing. It's really a pity that it ended so suddenly." Fan Zeng raised his hand to return the favor, and while trying to save face for himself, he did not forget to remind him, "So Zifang must not break the appointment, remember to come back on another day!"

"Senior, don't worry." Zhang Liang responded with a smile and nodded, "I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he gave a slight signal to Xiang Liang and Shao Yu, then stood up and left.

After he left, Fan Zeng put down his hand stroking his beard, glanced sideways at his uncle and nephew, and snorted angrily, "Huh! I can't do it anymore. Now you are satisfied!" "Uh... haha..." Xiang Liang Qian laughed a few times and complained about Master Fan's different treatment in his heart, but he didn't dare to say more than a word. He just sighed, "Master Fan is so old, I didn't expect that he is still so murderous... Haha... "

Fan Zeng snorted coldly and ignored Xiang Liang.

Murderous?

As a military master, he is certainly murderous, not to mention that he lost at Go!

Although hundreds of schools of thought have dabbled in the game of Go, it is generally believed that this small chessboard can correspond to almost everything in the world that involves game confrontation.

However, war is undoubtedly considered to be the most consistent game of Go among all things. Military masters have always been masters of Go, but today he has lost consecutive games to Confucian disciples. It is reasonable to want to win and come back.

In response to Fan Zeng's disrespectful response, Xiang Liang touched his nose, only to sneer and avoid it.

Fortunately, Fan Zeng's temper went away as quickly as it came, and he soon returned to his former wise man's demeanor and said to Shao Yu:
  "What do you want to ask me?"

"Oh!" Shao Yu heard the call to him, walked out from the corner, walked to the table, took out a roll of cloth, spread it on the table and slowly unfolded it, while Fan Zeng and Xiang Liang stood curiously on both sides, waiting for the cloth to be rolled out. content appears.

Finally, a line of strange symbols... or something like words caught their eyes.

"What I want to ask is, Master Fan, do you know the origin of these things?"

Xiang Liang thought about it for a while and determined that he didn't recognize this thing, so he turned his attention to Fan Zeng.

Shao Yu was also staring at his Master Fan with burning eyes at this time. As for his Uncle Liang... he never had any hope.

Fan Zeng looked at the cloth, stroked his beard, frowned, and fell into deep thought...

………………

"Ziming, Master... alas!" The Confucian disciple who was about to greet Tian Ming was greeted by the panicked opponent. The two of them staggered a step, and Tian Ming took the opportunity to pass over the greeting disciple and rush forward. .

"Alas! Zi Ming... Zi Ming!" The disciple who was talking to Tian Ming could only extend his hand, trying to retain the other party, and seized the last opportunity to shout out what he wanted to say, "Master, I have something to ask you! Remember Go~~~”

Tianming ran away with his clothes scattered, but waved with his back to him, not sure if he heard him clearly.

However, the person had already run away, and the disciple had no choice but to sigh and leave.

In the distance, Tianming was observing the surrounding environment furtively, careful of anyone approaching him.

He heard clearly what the man said just now, but he planned to pretend not to hear and not see Fu Nian.

Although the disciples who were beaten by him yesterday tried their best to hide the incident, it was difficult to hide the injuries of so many people from others. In the end, the leader Fu Nian still knew everything.

Regardless of what happened to those disciples, Tianming was not interested anyway, but when he knew that Fu Nian knew about it, he was very panicked.

Throughout the whole day, he had been hiding from everyone, for fear of being taken away or walking in front of Fu Nian.

Logically speaking, Fu Nian's punishment was already painless to him, so there was no need to hide around like this.

But in Tianming's opinion, since he had beaten so many classmates, according to the Confucian rules that he seemed to understand, the circumstances must be serious and he would probably be severely punished.

The most important thing is that when he was punished before, his fault was indeed his fault, and he was not unjust when he was beaten. But yesterday, he was obviously trying to save someone. If he was punished heavily because of this, wouldn't he be in trouble?

He doesn’t want to suffer this loss anyway!
  (End of this chapter)