Superbase Evolution

Chapter 395: The Old Man with Mixed Hair

Lin Shen took a look at the stall owner who had set up the unfinished business. He was still an immortal, but a little old. His messy hair was a little greasy and basically gray, and even many of the feathers on his wings had turned gray.

This is a sign that the celestial being is getting old. The feathers of young celestial beings are snow-white and only turn gray when they get old.

This creature was quite old, but not particularly old. It was not completely gray yet, and its wings had a mixture of gray and white feathers, making it look like a mixed-feather crane.

The weather on Zenith Star is quite hot, probably over 40 degrees. Such a temperature is nothing for practitioners, but it will still feel a bit stuffy.

In such hot weather, this bastard is still wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket. The sleeves of the jacket have been rubbed shiny with oil by him, and he didn't even bother to wash it.

Although the old blind man was half blind and could hardly see clearly, he still managed to clean up the place quite well.

This messy-haired old man looks like a cowardly and unreliable person. His hair is almost shoulder-length and tangled in many places. I don't know how long it has been since he last washed it.

"How do we play this game?" Lin Shen squatted down and asked the person he was looking at.

"Play for ten celestial coins, and this is yours if you win." The hairy old man said, pointing to an obsidian egg next to him.

"What kind of egg is this?" Lin Shen took a look at it, but couldn't tell what grade it was, but it was at least crystal-based grade.

"The upgraded mutant Yu Linglong is worth no less than tens of millions." Zamao Laotian put his hands inside his sleeves, wiped his nose with his sleeves and said.

“Young man, don’t listen to his nonsense. What’s the point of upgrading and mutation? It’s just a crystal-based black insect egg.” The stall owner next to him curled his lips and said.

The reason why he reminded Lin Shen was not out of kindness, but because he himself couldn't resist his curiosity and played many games before, losing a lot of money to the bastard old man, and he felt a little angry.

Of course, the most important thing is that this messy old man is not an old man who sets up a stall on the street. He has only recently come here to set up a stall and is not very familiar with the people running the old stalls.

"It's okay. I just spend money for fun. The prize is not important." Lin Shen smiled at the stall owner next to him, and then asked the old man, "Uncle, how do I play this?"

"It's very simple. The red and black teams will fight against each other. The horse moves in a day pattern, the elephant moves in a field pattern, the chariot moves in a straight line, and the cannon moves over the mountain..." The old man with bad hair held up the chess pieces one by one and told Lin Shen how to play while gesturing.

Of course Lin Shen knew how to play. Not only did he know how to play, he also knew that the endgame set up by Zamao Laotianren was called "Burning the Camps".

Back then, the old blind man used this endgame to make a lot of money from him.

After making sure that Lin Shen already knew how to play, Zamao Lao Tianren set up the endgame of Burning Camps again and said to Lin Shen with a smile, "Ten Tianbi to play a round. Red chess goes first. You can choose red or black chess as you like. If you win, the Jade Linglong Egg is yours. If you lose or the game ends in a draw, you lose. No matter you win or lose, the Tianbi will not be refunded."

After hearing what he said, Lin Shen knew that this bastard old man's level was just so-so. He might be a dabbler who got some endgame chess records from somewhere and came out to set up a stall to make money.

The endgame of Burning the Camps was once considered a draw. Later, after many people studied it, it was discovered that it was not a draw.

At first glance, this endgame seems like the player who plays first with red pieces can win quickly.

Therefore, the old blind man likes to use the game of burning the camps to trick those who have not studied the endgame. Many people who know how to play chess will be fooled by this game and will easily choose the red chess pieces that seem to have a great advantage and can move first.

It seems that the red chess can win easily and it seems that victory can be achieved in a few moves, but as long as you know the routine of this endgame, there is a way to win with black chess.

The fact that Zamao Laotian let Lin Shen choose to play red or black shows that he didn't know that black would win in the end of the game of burning the camps.

I guess the chess record he got was an earlier one, and he thought it would end in a draw, so no matter how he played, he would win.

"Hey, the tuition I paid when I was a kid is finally going to pay off." Lin Shen looked at it for a long time, as if he was studying it, and finally took out the Ten Heavenly Coins and gave them to Zamao Laotianren. "Young man, do you choose red or black?" Zamao Laotianren took the money and smiled, looking at Lin Shen as if he were a relative.

"I'll play black." Lin Shen said.

"How can you play black? Black is at a huge disadvantage. You have to play red to have a chance to win." The stall owner next to you kindly reminded.

“You’ve already made your choice, why not play it first?” Lin Shen looked at the stall owner and smiled.

Judging from the appearance of the stall owner, he probably lost a lot of money in this game, otherwise he wouldn't know that he has to hold the red card to have an advantage.

"You are very generous, young man." Zamao Laotian smiled and turned the chessboard, transferring the black chess piece to Lin Shen's side, and said slowly: "Then I will leave first."

"Sir, please come in." Lin Shen replied.

Zamao Laotian was calm and composed, and he moved his car from 3 to 4 as soon as he came up. Lin Shen smiled secretly in his heart, thinking that this time it should be a safe bet.

Lin Shen followed the routine and found that the old man with bad hair was more powerful than he thought.

The black chess pieces seemed decadent, but in fact, they were setting traps at every step, and they had been luring the red chess pieces into the traps, but Za Lao Lao Tian Ren did not fall for it.

Lin Shen understood immediately, knowing that this bastard old man had some skills, but he didn't know the correct answer to the endgame, so he must have read the old score.

At the beginning, Zamao Laotian looked relaxed and contented, but as the game progressed, the early advantage of the red chess pieces disappeared in a moment.

Zamao Laotianren's expression gradually became solemn. From the beginning when he casually picked up the chess pieces and placed them, to the later ones, he considered every move for a long time.

"It can actually be done like this..." The stall owner next to him also came over and was shocked, attracting many people nearby to come and watch.

It’s a pity that on this Zenith star, very few people know what chess is, and they can’t understand the rules at all. Soon most people lost interest and dispersed.

The old man with messy hair had already sat up straight, with sweat starting to appear on his forehead.

“How could this happen… This shouldn’t be possible…” More and more beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the old man with messy hair.

At this time, Lin Shen already had some respect for this old man. He was able to play against him to this extent without knowing the correct solution. His chess skills were indeed extraordinary and much stronger than Lin Shen's.

The game of chess had not yet been finished when Zamao Laotianren suddenly threw the chess piece in his hand onto the chessboard and stared at Lin Shen.

"What? You want to cheat?" Although he admired her, Lin Shen would not agree if she cheated.

"You win, I admit defeat." The old man with mixed hair picked up the black egg next to him and threw it to Lin Shen. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

"A Tian." Lin Shen answered casually.

"Atian, I'll remember you. We'll do it again another day." The old man with messy hair said as he packed up and left.

"Don't go. You can't afford to lose. You run away after losing a single round? Do you have any manners?" The stall owner next to him took advantage of the situation and shouted at the back of the Zamao Laotianren with a gloating look.

(End of this chapter)