In Zhaoyue Pavilion, the game of black and white chess is inextricably fought. At first glance, it seems that the masters are playing tricks. One wrong move will mean the whole game is lost. But if you look closely, the result is backgammon.
Xie Tang lost the chess piece, leaned back, looked at the dignified monks opposite him, and said coquettishly: "Senior sister, you are so difficult for me. You still want me to play chess even though you know that my chess skills are at the bottom of the list. "
Zhuang Jing smiled and let go of the white piece, then leaned over slightly to pick up a black piece, "Come on, let me teach you, won't it work if you put it here?"
Ghost Bi Zhuang Jingyi, the eldest disciple of the Bai family, naturally has high cultivation, but he must also be neatly dressed and always have incense on his body.
As the wide sleeves swing, a subtle fragrance floats.
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