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Chapter 3 Lust is a man's guts

The chess is already in the end game. The girl is holding the white ball, and the trend is over. Baizi is broken and there is no need to turn things around. Although she insists on taking a few steps like this, it is useless to lose. The girl stares at the chessboard for a while, grabs a handful of white ball and puts it on the chessboard, admits defeat. Then she raises her eyes and meets Li Qing's eyes. Just a pair of eyes, the little girl's face immediately flushed down. Why is this person like this? Is he looking at someone so straight? It makes people not know how to see her?

How could I let it go? Li Qing was still stunned. The little girl in front of her was fifteen or sixteen years old, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, pink face and red lips. Although she was still small, she could not hide a trace of melancholy between her eyebrows, but she had a unique and romantic appearance. She loved beauty all the time. She was not really good, and the gentleness of her head lowered... What was behind? She was wearing osmanthus oil on her head? Li Qing was thinking hard, and ignored the person sitting in front of her back to him, and she didn't even notice it when she turned around and looked at him.

"What do you call the little master? How can I come here?"

This question woke Li Qing up. He must still be staring at the girl if he wanted to change time and space. This would be a little bit thunder for him. Why? He almost understood it. It must be Chinese and his accent was in the Shanxi area of ​​Shaanxi and Shanxi. Although Li Qing was in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in later generations, he liked Wang Mudun's stand-up crosstalk on the TV. OK. Although it was a little harder, he could communicate with him if he could understand it. He could ask everything clearly? He didn't care if he called him a little master. But when he looked down, he petrified directly.

Although it was petrified, this does not mean that Li Qing was lustful. The TV was decorated in later generations, but Li Qing was on the scene now, and the feeling was different. The person who spoke to him now was not underweight. He was in his twenties, and even though he was more haggard than the little girl, his eyebrows were still picturesque, and his mouth was naturally curled up. Even though his face was calm and he smiled, his eyes stared at him without showing any weakness. He finally knew what it means to have pink faces and spring power. He smelled the red lips before he smiled. Especially the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of fatigue. When people saw it, they still thought of the bed, and their bones were soft and they wanted to lie down like this.

Mom, this is what Houfu fell from the canal. I knew what I did in the past few years. Will the Houfu be even bigger if I rushed down from the Yangtze River Bridge?

The beauty in the red dress looked at Li Qing so presumptuously, but she seemed to be disgusted with her. She just smiled slightly, "It turns out she is a frivolous little monk."

Seeing that he was so ecstatic, the beauty in the red dress kept saying that he was thinking about sex, but her image was different from other people. She thought she had misunderstood him. She thought that Li Qingzheng would think about how to make a lie. She was wrong for a moment and thought that Li Qing was thinking about the chess game in the front. What can I think of? "Why, does the people outside the field have the intention to win?" She then signaled slightly, and naturally put a slender hand on an orchid and waved her finger: "The little master also knows how to talk about it with his hands?"

The girl opposite quickly got up. At this moment, Li Qing also figured it out. The situation is unclear and he didn't expect what to say. It's better to just say it. It's better to just say nothing. Let's pretend to be stupid. Anyway, the monk will never do it. Otherwise, it's worthy of being soaked in the canal for so long? I didn't know the outside environment at all, and at least I would give you a bowl of rice here. I just left it and figured it out before deciding what to do. Besides, the eyes are full of colorful flowers and beautiful food in front of me. If I rush to leave, I should throw it back into the river and continue to soak. Li Qing thought of these hands clasped his fists and sat down calmly on the opposite side. He was very casual in this action. He didn't know that the two girls next to him were very different. Instead, he thought he was free and unrestrained. He was a monk and acted unconventional.

The beauty in the red skirt looked at him with interest, and the girl next to him quickly packed up the chessboard. Li Qing didn't dare to look at the beauty opposite him anymore, and helped to pack up the chess pieces, and was ready to move. This man, otherwise, how could he say it was an animal that used his lower body to think? It's not that men only think with their lower body. Sometimes they also want something to do on their upper body, but if they think like this, the upper body will have to stop thinking. Everyone knows the word "sex" on the head.

With a knife, how many men in the world have ever been afraid of? Those who go to color are going one after another, like the water of the Yellow River, endless. Li Qing sat on the stone bench, feeling the warmth of the girl before on his butt. In addition, he was tidying up the chessboard in front of him, the fragrance from his clothes and temples still showed shame in his eyebrows and eyes, and the blush on his face had not yet disappeared. Li Qing had a little bit of nervousness before, so he didn't know where he flew. This courage was so strong that he was so bold!

For a moment, the chessboard was over, and Li Qing waved his right hand to the opposite side: "Please."

At first, Li Qing asked for the word "全" and the girl opposite frowned slightly, and put two pieces of her cap on the chessboard star position while holding a black piece, asking: "I wonder where the little master is from? Where can I ordain it as a monk?"

Li Qing made up his mind to say nothing, and he also put two white zi on the star position and replied in a silence: "I don't know where I am now." He took the opportunity to ask, "I don't know what the lady calls her, and where I am?"

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"Miss? Haha" Although he heard a little chuckling, Li Qing still saw a trace of bitterness on her face. "You only call me Yun Sanniang, don't ask where I am from."

Sanniang teaches her children? Li Qing didn't know why he thought of this allusion at once. Mom, you take advantage of me. At your age, you will still tease me in the future. What's the point of selling me? Originally, Li Qing wanted to ask who is in the world now. Seeing that Yun Sanniang seemed to be in a bad mood, don't ask too much. If you miss it, it would be bad to be beaten to death by someone. He picked up a white piece and hung it next to the black chess seat.

This Go is the national treasure of our China. The written records were first seen in "Mencius" during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Mencius called Yiqiu a "good chess player who is good at playing the country". Yiqiu is also recognized as the founder of national chess. In fact, Yiqiu was already very powerful at that time. It should not be him who invented Go. Unfortunately, there are no earlier books that record Go. It seems that it was the Warring States Period or earlier. In ancient China, the rules of Go in ancient China were different from those of the present. First, Baizi was the first, rather than blackzi was the first like later generations. In ancient China, it was

Bai is supreme. Even Chinese chess was not called the red side and black side as it is now, but the white side and black side. The white side is the first one. Secondly, before playing Go, both sides put two pieces on the four-pointed star position, called zodiac, and modern times canceled the zodiac. The rules of Go we know in the 20th century were basically formulated by the Japanese. Unfortunately, many national treasures have not been inherited by our descendants, such as tea ceremony, kendo... Even the Koreans would snatch the Dragon Boat Festival, but they don’t know who they made zongzi to commemorate?
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