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Chapter 16 A Very Familiar Name

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    ?

    It must be so.

    Otherwise, how could there be such a powerful person here.

    This person must be arranged by Da Zhou.

    "I didn't expect Da Zhou to have such powerful people besides Zhou Zheng, Su Ningyu and others!"

    Everyone was shocked by Zhou Heng, the only person in front of him who could reach such a level with Meng Fang.

    Six months ago, Meng Fang even defeated his master Geng Xin and became the veritable No. 1 chess player in Nanliang.

    Meng Fang was also quite shocked. He didn't expect the owner of this small tea shop to be so powerful, and he was on par with him. No matter how he changed the number of ways, the other party would be aware of it.

    Two hours passed.

    The boiled tea has cooled down, but Meng Fang and Zhou Heng still have no intention of stopping.

    "Abbot, Zhou Heng is playing chess with someone below!"

    Someone from Hanshan Temple came up and said to Zhang Daoheng.

    "Yeah?"

    "Well, it's been two hours, and the two are still blind."

    "Oh? It seems that I have met an opponent." Zhang Daoheng said, he knows Zhou Heng's chess skills, and the person who can make Zhou Heng play for two hours is by no means an ordinary person.

    "Abbot, do you know who the other party is?"

    "If my guess is correct, it should be Nanliang Mengfang." Zhang Daoheng said that there are basically no young people who can compete with Zhou Heng in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The only possibility is Meng Fang from Nanliang

    "Stop it!"

    Meng Fang thought about playing one again and again, and finally heard what Zhou Heng said.

    No more?

    Meng Fang was stunned, it was the critical moment, and he couldn't say anything more.

    "Why didn't you download it?"

    "You are here to drink tea and not to play chess!" Zhou Heng explained, he is the owner of a tea shop, not a chess club, and if you want to play chess, you can go to Chang'an, where there are many chess clubs.

    Meng Fang was a little speechless by Zhou Heng's words. It is undeniable that what Zhou Heng said made sense.

    They came to drink tea, not to play chess.

    "good!"

    Meng Fang nodded.

    "Master Meng's tea is cold!" said the person beside him. Meng Fang and Zhou Heng almost lost themselves in their chess game, and they didn't dare to disturb them, so they just waited quietly.

    I didn't expect to wait for two hours.

    "Then burn it again!" Meng Fang said.

    After Meng Fang finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Heng, "Come on, let's play another game!" Meng Fang said, Zhou Heng is a master, and playing tricks with Zhou Heng makes people feel like they are matching each other.

    "Another set?"

    Zhou Heng looked at Meng Fang, did he really think he was a training partner?

    "No way, I have to close the stall to do today's task!" Zhou Heng shook his head and said, he went up to run the tea shop, and in the afternoon Zhou Heng had to fetch water, chop firewood, and copy scriptures.

    "Task?"

    "That's right, I am a lay disciple of Hanshan Temple, and today I have to fetch water, chop firewood, and copy scriptures."

    Zhou Heng said.

    As the saying goes, if you are a monk and ring the bell for a day, even though you are not a monk, you still come to Hanshan Temple to clean up. In this case, you have to complete the daily tasks.

    This is also a tempering of the mind.

    "You don't need to do today's task!"

    When the voice came, Zhang Daoheng brought Monk Yongming to the side of the teahouse.

    "real or fake?"

    "Really!" Monk Yongming said.

    "Thank you, master, for your success, can you join me in the next round!" Meng Fang looked at Zhou Heng.

    Zhou Heng glanced at Meng Fang, then looked at Zhang Daoheng.

    "Are you really not going to let me work?"

    "That's right, you don't have to work this month." Monk Yongming said, not working for a month is a very attractive condition.

    "good."

    Zhou Heng readily agreed.

    "Go get my chessboard!"

    Meng Fang said that this time he was not playing blindfold chess with Zhou Heng, and he was going to get serious.

    The chessboard was placed on the table in front of Meng Fang.

    Zhou Heng and Meng Fang sat opposite each other.

    "Abbot!"

    "Go and write down the chess game just now!" Zhang Daoheng instructed Monk Yongming in a low voice, the fight between Zhou Heng and Meng Fang was the only way they could understand Meng Fang.

    so godsend??How can you miss it.

    "clear."

    Monk Yongming nodded, and took a few steps back to stand in the endgame of the first game just now, the Shuanglong endgame.

    "This Ssangyong endgame is really a classic!"

    "If I see the ending, I will die without regret!"

    "Judging from the current situation, both sides are hiding murderous intentions, and the next step is really unpredictable."

    Everyone was attracted by the endgame of Ssangyong.

    Some people even started to deduce the next move, but there was no way, he only made the third move and he was exhausted, and he didn't know how to make the move.

    On this side, Zhou Heng and Meng Fang started a new confrontation.

    ? Black and white chess pieces are clearly distinguished.

    The chessboard is like a battlefield, and the chess pieces are like soldiers, attacking each other, like a thrilling confrontation.

    Even Zhang Daoheng was completely attracted.

    The chess pieces played by Meng Fang and Zhou Heng are ever-changing. Even if you are watching the battle from the sidelines, if you are a little distracted, you will not be able to keep up with the rhythm of the two of them.

    The black chess surrounded the white chess like towering mountains, but the white chess did not show weakness.

    ?White chess is like a pool of water in the mountains and forests, with the waves crashing on the shore and the waves piled up, it feels like it will break away from the encirclement of black chess at any time.

    Mutual exchange.

    The emperor became more and more violent, the mountains gradually collapsed, and the pools gradually withered.

    The chess pieces on the chessboard were slowly being eaten, and the chessboard in front of me was like a collapsed world, becoming fragmented.

    "I lost!"

    Finally, Meng Fang put down the chess piece in his hand and said with a soft sigh.

    "Accepted." Zhou Heng smiled and waved his hands. This matter didn't seem to be a big deal. If it wasn't for Zhang Daoheng's one-month promise, he wouldn't know how to play chess.

    Meng Fang looked at Zhou Heng, but couldn't see any smug expression on Zhou Heng's face.

    Zhou Heng just smiled lightly, this matter is like the cool wind in the mountains, it passed by, and there is nothing worth remembering.

    "In Lower Meng, dare to ask your brother's name?"

    Meng Fang wanted to know Zhou Heng's name. He lost. There was nothing to say about it. He could only say that his skills were not as good as others, but if he said that he didn't even know who he lost to, wouldn't he be too aggrieved.

    "A person who is idle in the mountains is not worth mentioning!"

    Zhou Heng replied.

    "Brother really doesn't want to tell you your name?" Meng Fang continued to ask a little bit unwillingly, "Meng Fang's skills are not as good as others, and he is convinced, but if someone asks who I lost to in the future, if I can't answer, Meng Fang  I am unwilling!"

    Meng Fang said.

    "Zhou Heng."

    Zhou Heng replied.

    Since Meng Fang said so, Zhou Heng also replied.

    I originally wanted to be a hermit expert, but it seems that I can't do it.

    Zhou Heng?

    Meng Fang hesitated, recalling the name in his mind, very familiar, very familiar, almost every day he heard the name.

    But among the people who played chess so well in Da Zhou, there was no number one player like Zhou Heng.

    A master hermit?

    Impossible, if it is a hermit expert, how can I feel familiar.

    "What's wrong?"

    Zhou Heng saw Meng Fang frowning, with a puzzled look on his face, as if he felt a short circuit in his memory and couldn't remember it after racking his brains.

    "Your name is somewhat familiar!"

    Meng Fang said, it was on his lips but he just couldn't say it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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