Legend of Sword King

Song Xuejun had given Cheng Qing a short sword, a high-grade Mysterious rank magic tool. It was quite expensive, so the so-called "not expensive" was only an excuse to make Cheng Qing accept it.    

    

Since Cheng Qing said he would accept it, he wouldn't go back on his word just because of the value of the gift and put it away peacefully. Pill King Valley could simply take out a few spirit medicines and it would be enough to make the short sword lose its luster. At most, he could just give two stalks to Song Xuejun in the future.    

    

After the three of them exchanged pleasantries, they sat down and chatted. Afraid that Cheng Qing would find it boring, Song Qianshu shouted for someone to bring the wine over. Of course, Cheng Qing didn't mind, but Song Xuejun glared at Song Qianshu. It seemed like she was still resentful towards the bitter experience of being cheated yesterday. This made Song Qianshu have no choice but to give up.    

    

"Can Brother Chen play chess?" Since he couldn't drink, Song Qianshu thought about it and asked Cheng Qing if he understood how to play chess. This was one of the main functions that he did normally. However, looking at his hesitant expression, it was obvious that he did not hold much hope for this matter. He only casually asked. After all, amongst the common folk, there were few who had good chess skills.    

    

Just like cultivation, without the guidance of a master teacher and time to polish his skills, it would be difficult to raise one's skill in chess.    

    

Unexpectedly, Cheng Qing smiled and said, "A little."    

    

Anyone could tell from the tone of his voice that he was being modest. So Cheng Qing's meaning was clear, I can play chess and think that my chess skills are good enough.    

    

Song Qianshu was pleasantly surprised. His interest was piqued as well. He got his servants to bring the chess pieces over and began to fight Cheng Qing.    

    

At the beginning of the game, Song Qianshu noticed the look Song Xuejun was secretly giving him. The look was full of warning and the emotion he was expressing was very clear: "Please give Master Chen some pointers. If you dare to make Master Chen lose badly, I will make you suffer!"    

    

Song Qianshu shrugged his shoulders. Naturally, he did not dare to disobey Song Xuejun's threats.    

    

Just like how he was very clear about Song Xuejun's alcohol tolerance, Song Xuejun was also very clear about his chess skills. Among the young generation of the Song Clan, there weren't many who could compare to him.    

    

The Venerable Class had a deep background. Aside from cultivation, they paid particular attention to etiquette and poetry. That was where the "style" lay. For things like zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, if one was not a match for someone in the top tier, he or she would be able to walk the world unchallenged.    

    

That was why Song Xuejun had warned Song Qianshu to restrain himself. She did not think that Cheng Qing, a commoner, had the ability to compete with him in chess skills. In order to protect Cheng Qing's self-esteem, Song Xuejun hoped that Song Qianshu would not let him lose too badly.    

    

However, the truth left Song Xuejun dumbstruck.    

    

In just half a second, Cheng Qing had already locked onto the victor.    

    

Song Qianshu stared at the chess board in a daze.    

    

When he reacted, he had already fallen into Cheng Qing's trap, he had already lost, and there was no time to save him.    

    

Even Song Qianshu was stunned by the speed with which he lost.    

    

Then he noticed the look in Song Xuejun's eyes.    

    

It was angry, murderous eyes, full of warning and anger.    

    

It was obvious that Song Xuejun was blaming Song Qianshu for overdoing it. He was not sincere at all. This was clearly an act of insulting Cheng Qing.    

    

Sensing Song Xuejun's thoughts, Song Qianshu wanted to cry but no tears came out.    

    

The second round began.    

    

This time, Song Qianshu was extremely focused.    

    

In the end, he lost without any suspense. The only difference was that this time he held on for a quarter of an hour.    

    

Holding a chess piece and looking at the chess board, Song Qianshu was lost in thought for a long time. When he looked at Cheng Qing, he looked like he was looking at a ghost.    

    

Cheng Qing's cultivation base was extraordinary, he could understand that talent was something that the heavens could only watch from the bottom of their hearts. There was no logic in that. Cheng Qing's battle prowess was extremely high, and he could understand why. After all, Cheng Qing was a commoner and had experienced countless hardships and hardships.    

    

Cheng Qing was mature, knowledgeable, experienced, and meticulous. He could understand this, because he knew that there were some people who were different from ordinary people. They were geniuses.    

    

But Cheng Qing's chess skill was so high, Song Qianshu could not tolerate it any longer!    

    

He couldn't understand it at all, because it made no sense!