Good friends must share the joys and sorrows, which is what Lu Yingfeng said.

Since Chen Yingxiong lost, of course he had to win back as a friend.

Feng Xiaohan handed the bag to his hands, stood up and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go and meet him."

Then he walked towards the position of Changmingzong,

Chen Yingxiong was a little strange. Didn’t you say you wanted to end up, why did you go back?

Not only him, but the others also had the same doubts. If you want to play chess, just play chess. What should you do when you come back?

Only two people know the reason.

Liu Panpan glanced at He Xirou and thoughtful.

Feng Xiaohan came to her side and stretched out a hand.

The next moment, He Xirou took out a handkerchief and handed it to his hands, and said seriously: "This is the last time."

Looking at the flawless handkerchief, it is easy to remind people of the plots in some vulgar novels.

Cui Weiming said oh, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of the same meaning.

Others also reacted, their expressions were very wonderful, but some people had no expressions on their faces, such as Lou Tingyu.

Feng Xiaohan took the handkerchief and wiped off the oil stains in his mouth carefully, and then returned it to her, but the other party had no intention of taking it back.

He Xirou said, "I don't want it anymore."

Feng Xiaohan placed it casually on the table, then noticed the strange expressions of everyone, so he explained: "After all, he is a disciple of the sect, so he can't go to play chess with a lustful face."

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In the subconscious of the human world, handkerchiefs are girls' private items, and they are rarely used by others, not to mention that the other party is a man. Therefore, there are many men collecting handkerchiefs of their beloved women, the so-called lovesickness plot.

But Feng Xiaohan's ethics and morals are later learned, and he does not have the awareness of this aspect.

He Xirou just carried a piece of it with her out of habit. She didn't use it very much. Anyway, it was not an important thing, so she gave it to him.

There are no idiots among the people of Changmingzong, so naturally I can understand that this handkerchief has no special meaning.

But the problem is that when Feng Xiaohan got up, He Xirou had already taken out the handkerchief. The two of them had no words or eyes to communicate, everything was so natural.

Because of nature, so tacit understanding,

That's why it seems unnatural.

Who would know what the other person thinks about such a small thing?

Not to mention what kind of identity that person is,

But the relationship between the two must be very close, so they know each other so much.

"Teaching him as a show is a task assigned by the master. Of course, I have to keep an eye on him and he must always pay attention. What's so strange about this..."

He Xirou noticed their strange gazes and said, "Do you want him to apply it on your sleeve?"

Feng Xiaohan was wearing the white disciple uniform of Changmingzong, and any stains were very conspicuous. There was also the meaning that Changmingzong wanted to educate his disciples to pay attention to "clean body" at all times.

The oil stains on the sleeves are indeed ugly than the oily ones on the mouth.

Cui Weiming blinked at her and said with a smile: "Yes, you're right, it's not surprising that you said it."

He said this, but his eyes obviously did not mean this.

The so-called purity is clear,

He Xirou didn't care. Anyway, she explained that it was someone else's business.

Liu Panpan sat next to her, thinking, but you still explained it after all, where does the Qingzhe need an explanation?

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Bai Mosheng leaned on the back of the chair and looked leisurely.

Seeing that he easily defeated Chen Yingxiong and was in full swing, everyone would definitely lose to him with their own abilities, so they did not go to him.

Seeing that no one dared to fight, he suddenly felt a little bored.

At this moment, Feng Xiaohan came to the shade of the tree and sat opposite him.

Bai Mosheng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where is Bai Mosheng, how dare you ask fellow Taoist who is?"

"Changmingzong Feng Xiaohan."

Feng Xiaohan looked at him and said calmly: "My friend just received advice from fellow Taoists, so I'll ask you for advice."

Listening to these unceremonious words,

Everyone around him looked here. Although he recognized it as the clothes of Changmingzong, no one remembered who he was.

There are many regular chess clubs among them. They know Bai Mosheng's power well. Seeing that the newcomer from the Tenth Club was sitting opposite him, they thought that the newborn calf was so arrogant. They should lose a lot of miserable losses in this game. I guess the teacher of Changming wanted to teach him the truth that there was heaven outside the sky and would bring him out, so that he could avoid detours in the future.

Bai Mosheng smiled slightly, clasped his fists and said, "Since that's the case, please give me some advice."

When people saw that he didn't care and showed his style, they couldn't help but look respectful. At the same time, they looked at Feng Xiaohan with some pity.

Chen Yingxiong smiled bitterly outside the court. He was familiar with this gaze, but he just didn't understand it at the time.

Cui Weiming, etc.

People looked at this scene with interest, looking forward to their expressions later.

Cha Yixiao suddenly said, "They will be shocked to fall off later."

The rest nodded in agreement...

Before starting chess, you have to guess the order and decide the order.

Bai Mosheng picked up a black chess and fell on the plate, waiting for Feng Xiaohan's choice. As long as Feng Xiaohan took out an odd number of chess pieces from the box, he could hold black first.

Generally speaking, you should hold the chess piece in your hand first, and then the other person guesses the odd number or even number.

There are nineteen roads across the board, and the difference is a slight difference and a thousand miles of collapse. Sometimes the outcome is often the one who ends up with the first piece.

Bai Mosheng's move is undoubtedly a choice to hand over who holds the power of the black man to Feng Xiaohan's hands.

How confident is this.

The person responsible for recording the chess record also nodded slightly, and the praise in his eyes became stronger.

Thinking of what Lu Yingfeng said when he left Fenghuo Mountain last time, Feng Xiaohan thought that if Lu Yingfeng was here, he would definitely say that the other party deserved to be a strong chessman, and he was indeed good at calculating, which made him a good move to provoke.

If you take out an odd number, you will be accused of taking advantage and losing the population.

But if he takes out an even number of chess pieces, he will give the advantage to the other party.

With Bai Mosheng's chess power, he will be maximized.

Thinking about it this way, this man is indeed insidious.

Feng Xiaohan looked at him and said, "I should bully you normally, but this is an open and fair game, so I won't bully you."

He took out two pieces from the chess box in front of him.

I should have bullied you, but I don't bully you,

Although he didn't say it clearly, everyone heard what he didn't say: I can win whether I take the first or the last one!

It's so arrogant.

Suddenly a voice sounded, and someone said, "I really don't know the world is so strong. Please ask Senior Brother Bai to educate this boy."

Feng Xiaohan glanced at that direction and didn't take it to heart.

Bai Mosheng took the black piece and landed it on the plate, smiled and said, "Please concentrate on playing chess, don't be disturbed by others."

Feng Xiaohan nodded slightly and landed somewhere with the white seed.

Bai Mosheng's words were made to comfort Feng Xiaohan, and he was also saying it to others.

We are playing chess, please don't bother.
Chapter completed!