Chapter 3464

"Senior's chess skills are exquisite. This one is unable to catch up to you!"

Xiao Hua arranged the chess pieces and said with a smile. Then, he looked at the small monk and quietly listened to the small monk's analysis.

Unexpectedly, the small monk pointed his finger and said, "You can only comprehend the mysteries of chess when your heart is undistracted. How can you beat this poor monk if your heart is distracted?

Again! "

"O … … Okay!"

Xiao Hua looked at the unfathomable small monk and thought for a moment. Then, he raised his hand and began to play according to the small monk's rhythm.

The second game was naturally Xiao Hua's loss. However, the situation was much better and the time taken was much longer. Seeing the small monk beaming with joy seemed very satisfying.

Without saying anything, Xiao Hua arranged the chess pieces again and began the third game with the small monk!

The sun seemed to be hanging above their heads, motionless. However, Xiao Hua and the small monk had already played nearly thirty games!

In the beginning, Xiao Hua was not the small monk's opponent. After five games, Xiao Hua gradually caught up. After ten games, Xiao Hua had a card up his sleeve. No matter how the small monk threw the chess pieces, Xiao Hua was able to easily defeat him. He casually threw the chess pieces and forced the small monk to the brink of death every time.

After fifteen games, it was a complete copy of Xiao Hua's first game. The small monk was utterly defeated as soon as the game started. He was no longer Xiao Hua's opponent.

However, what Xiao Hua did not understand was that the little monk seemed to be very happy with this simple game of Go. Despite being killed one game after another, he did not give up one game after another. Aside from the gradually increasing awkwardness between his brows, the expression in his eyes grew even more intense.

After one game, a new one was placed. The small monk suddenly flicked his sleeves and stood up. "I'm not playing anymore!

Damn it, you are much better than Wang Bianfei! "

"Ah?"

Xiao Hua was stunned when he saw the small monk acting shamelessly like a naughty child. However, before Xiao Hua could stand up, the small monk pointed behind Xiao Hua and said, "Hey, isn't that Wang Bianfei? Are you looking for him?"

Xiao Hua hurriedly turned around. However, there was nothing behind him. In the distance, there were still specks of light in the forest. Where was the figure of a person?

"What is the meaning of this?"

Xiao Hua vaguely felt that something was wrong. When he turned around, something that shocked him happened. The small monk sitting in front of him disappeared!!!

"How is this possible?"

Xiao Hua turned pale with fright. Presently, he wasn't an ordinary cultivator. He was a Nascent Soul Grandmaster of the Dao Sect and a Five Foot Golden Lotus Realm of the Buddhist Sect. Which one of his cultivations wasn't enviable?

However, this little monk had actually quietly disappeared in front of him. Xiao Hua didn't feel anything at all. How could he not be surprised?

What level had this little monk's cultivation reached?

However, when he thought of the fact that the other party had been waiting for him at the Little Ling Long Temple on the Great Snow Mountain ten thousand years ago, he must be at least a Buddha Lord, right?

In other people's eyes … he really looked like a child!

However, when he thought of this, Xiao Hua was stunned again. He looked at the scattered stones on the ground, as well as the vertical and horizontal lines. This so-called chess skill was nothing more than an ordinary country child's play. Why did this senior expert care so much about it?

"Could it be?"

Xiao Hua suddenly thought of a possibility and hurriedly reached out to take out the black triangle from his bosom. Sweeping it with his Divine Sense, he unexpectedly discovered that this object was not ordinary.

"This is a Buddhist treasure!!" Xiao Hua immediately understood. This little monk was probably waiting here for this object.

Immediately after, Xiao Hua used his Buddhist Sense to take a look. However, he still couldn't see anything. In the end, he used his Dharma Eyes to see that this black triangle hid a thumb-sized chess piece!

"It … it really is a chess piece!

This senior is unfathomable! "Xiao Hua closed his Dharma Eyes. He was truly convinced.

Immediately after, Xiao Hua bowed towards the sky. "I am Bodhi. Thank you Buddha Lord for bestowing this treasure!"

"Hehe …" Suddenly, a light laugh came from afar. Wasn't that the voice of the small monk?

Xiao Hua hurriedly released his Buddhist Sense and scattered it towards that direction …

"Oh?

Why is there a child here? "

Xiao Hua's Buddhist Sense naturally couldn't catch up with the small monk. However, a hundred li away from the Buddhist Sense, he saw a child who wasn't even ten years old. He was holding a charcoal pencil and sitting cross-legged in front of a flower and tree that was taller than a person. He was drawing something on the ground in front of him stroke by stroke. The child's clothes looked shabby and several places were sewn with patches. He was also carrying a small embroidered bag on his back. Although this embroidered bag was sewn with needle and thread and rags, it was very clean.

Just as Xiao Hua was about to withdraw his Buddhist Sense, a person who looked like a servant quickly walked over from the valley not far from the child. Seeing the child, he hurriedly shouted, "Wang Bianfei, why are you here?

Quick, quick, Lord Wang is looking for you! "

"Wang Bianfei?" Xiao Hua was stunned and secretly said, "Isn't this the Wang Bianfei that the little monk was talking about?"

Soon after, Xiao Hua's eyes turned and he leaped into the sky and flew towards the place where Wang Bianfei was.

When he flew closer, Xiao Hua could already see clearly that this was a small mountain village built in the middle of several mountains. There were more than a hundred families in the mountain village. At this time, some people were farming on the mountain and some people were hunting in the mountain ridge. Within the village, women were weaving and planting vegetables, washing and cleaning. There was also a group of children playing and making noise. It was a lively scene of a village.

At this time, Wang Bianfei was standing in the courtyard of the largest family in the mountain village. A middle-aged man with a protruding mouth and monkey-like cheeks was saying something to him in a sharp voice. Another middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears was arrogantly sitting on a recliner not far away. He was holding a palm-leaf fan in one hand and a wine pot in the other. The fat man fanned himself a few times and snorted a few times. He then stuffed the wine pot into his mouth and took a few sips. He looked very free and unfettered.

Xiao Hua's body was hidden in the air and he could already hear clearly. He heard the middle-aged man say: "Wang Bianfei, Lord Wang called you over today because he took a fancy to your painting skills. I heard that everything you paint is vivid and lifelike. Today, I want to let you show off your skills."

As he spoke, he took out a silver ingot from his bosom and said with a smile: "If your painting can satisfy Lord Wang, then this silver ingot is yours!"

Wang Bianfei glanced at the silver ingot. His expression did not change and he did not accept the silver ingot. He only slightly nodded and said: "Head Butler, please tell this lowly one what to paint today. If this lowly one's painting can't satisfy Lord Wang, how can this lowly one dare to accept this silver ingot?"

"To others, it is extremely difficult, but to you, it is very simple!" The skinny butler slightly smiled and put the silver ingot back into his bosom.

Wang Bianfei slightly frowned. He looked at Lord Wang who was not far away and then looked at the butler. He bit his lips and said in a low voice: "Head Butler, this lowly one has a question. I don't know if I should ask."

"There is no harm in speaking!" The head butler very generously waved his hand.

"Although this lowly one knows how to paint, this lowly one is still small and clumsy. It is impossible for this lowly one to satisfy Lord Wang."

Wang Bianfei opened his mouth and his words were mature again. "If Lord Wang has any important matters, please feel free to invite the great painters in Ping Xi City to do it … This lowly one knows that his painting is not worth a silver ingot."

"Hehe, since Lord Wang asked you to come, he naturally has his own plans!"

The butler looked at Wang Bianfei with some astonishment. He really did not expect Wang Bianfei, a child who was not even ten years old, to be able to think so much. He smiled and said, "You don't have to ask so many questions. Just focus on painting!"

Wang Bianfei nodded and said: "This lowly one understands."

Immediately after, the butler walked to the fatty's side and whispered a few words. The fatty waved his hand to indicate that he understood. The butler then brought Wang Bianfei into the backyard.

The backyard was a place that was similar to a garden. A lady dressed in gorgeous clothes was sitting on a swing. The butler brought Wang Bianfei forward and pulled Wang Bianfei, saying: "Aren't you going to greet Young Lady?"

"Yes, this lowly one greets Young Lady!" As if he understood something, Wang Bianfei calmly bowed and greeted.

"Mm, get up!"

The Young Lady seemed to have something on her mind. She absent-mindedly waved the circular fan in her hand a few times and said.

Seeing that the Young Lady did not pay attention to Wang Bianfei, the butler hurriedly pulled Wang Bianfei to the side and said in a low voice: "Lord asked you to come here today because he wants you to paint a portrait of the Young Lady. This is very important. You must paint it well. As long as Lord and Young Lady are satisfied, that silver ingot just now will be yours!"

"Yes, this lowly one understands!" Wang Bianfei nodded vigorously, "This lowly one will do his best to paint it well!"

"Good …" The butler clapped his hands and said, "It's up to you!"

After saying that, the butler waved his hand and a few servants who were already at the side immediately brought over a desk, rice paper, brush, ink and other items.

After the servants had arranged the items properly, a few servant girls quickly walked over and opened up the rice paper and other items and put them away. There was even a little girl who walked to the side of the desk and prepared to grind an ink stick.

Wang Bianfei hurriedly waved his hand and signaled for everyone to stop. He walked to the side of the inkstone and carefully took out the ink stick. He poured some clear water into the inkstone and slowly ground it. At the same time, he frowned and stared at the Young Lady who was also frowning while sitting on the swing …

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the entire back garden was silent except for the sound of the wind. A few servants and servant girls were puzzled, but they did not dare to make a sound. They stole glances at Wang Bianfei and then at the butler.

The butler patiently waited for a while, but when he saw Wang Bianfei's reaction, he looked left and right and waved his hand to signal everyone to leave. He quietly retreated to the entrance of the garden and looked at the Lord and Wang Bianfei in the distance.

"That's strange, what is this?

Even if he wants to paint a portrait for this Young Lady, he should find an adult painter. There may not be any in this village, but there are plenty in Ping Xi City. There's no reason to find this child! "

Xiao Hua, who was invisible in the air, felt a little strange and secretly said, "Moreover, there are only a hundred or so families in this village, how can there be such a rich Lord Wang?

He is ten times or even a hundred times richer than a local rich man! "

He looked at Wang Bianfei again. He stared straight at the Young Lady for more than enough time to eat a meal. Then, he slightly closed his eyes and composed himself. He then turned around and walked to the front of the desk. He lifted his foot and stepped on a small stool that had been prepared earlier. He reached out and picked up a slightly thick brush from the brush washer. He dipped the brush in the thick ink of the inkstone and waved his hand to draw on the rice paper …