Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord Chapter 417

Hearing Wentworth's words, Xia He suddenly became energized, but before Xia He could speak again, Wentworth said:

"But not now! In the future, I will have people come to you, beautiful sister!"

"Okay, now you can go, I believe, we will meet one day!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, Xia He got up and left without saying a word, but just a few steps away, Xia He stopped again, turned around, and said to Wentworth:

"Little brother, when you go to Longhu Mountain, if you meet a little Taoist named Zhang Lingyu, remember to say hello to him for me!"

Wentworth smiled without saying a word, just nodded, seeing this, Xia He turned around and quickly disappeared into the alley.

Later, Wentworth and Zhao Huanjin went first, followed Xu San back to the company, and after saying goodbye to everyone, the two set off together towards Longhu Mountain.

When the two arrived at Longhu Mountain, the time had come to the second day.

Wentworth followed Zhao Huanjin's footsteps and looked around with interest while walking towards the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

"Fourth Senior Brother is back!"

"I have seen Fourth Senior Brother!"

"Senior brother, Master and Master Tian are playing chess in the back mountain!"

After the two entered the back mountain, Zhao Huanjin was greeted continuously along the way, and then they looked at Wentworth curiously.

And their whispers came into Wentworth's ears from time to time.

"How come a foreigner came in, Houshan is not a tourist place?!"

"Shh, didn't you see that the foreigner was always brought in by the Fourth Senior Brother himself?! It's definitely not an ordinary person!"

"Could it be that our Tianshi Mansion is going to go abroad and go to the world?!"

Soon, under the leadership of Zhao Huanjin, Wentworth walked all the way and came to the back of Longhu Mountain. Not far away, the sound of "pop" from time to time attracted Wentworth's attention. .

Soon, Wentworth followed the sound and found that under an ancient cypress, two old Taoist priests were sitting under the tree and seemed to be playing chess. sound on the chessboard.

Zhao Huanjin took Wentworth and walked behind the two old people step by step, then stood there, silent.

Seeing this, Wentworth was a little curious, but he was not in a hurry. He just took two steps forward, passed Zhao Huanjin, came behind the two old Taoist priests, and observed the chess game.

It was at this time that Wentworth discovered that one of the two old Taoists was actually in a wheelchair.

Just a cursory glance, Wentworth knew that at this time, the old Taoist priest in a wheelchair holding the white chessboard, the situation on the chessboard can be said to be extremely bad, and the dragon of the white chess can already be said to be. It's at risk.

While Wentworth was still carefully observing the chess game, he saw the old Taoist priest in a wheelchair suddenly said:

"Senior brother, look, the person you're waiting for has come all the way, you can't let people stand here and wait, I think, you should go and do your work first, this game of chess, even if you do it. It's a chess game!"

Hearing what the Taoist said, Wentworth finally determined that the Taoist sitting across from him must be what people said. Zhang Zhiwei of the channel people.

Before coming, Wentworth also quietly asked Xu San about Longhu Mountain, especially Zhang Zhiwei.

Xu San and Wentworth talked a lot, but to sum it up, it was just one sentence, five words, the ceiling of combat power!

Just as Wentworth looked carefully, he found that the old master of Longhu Mountain in front of him looked tall and straight, with long beards and long eyebrows, and a gentle face. When he was young, he must also be a handsome Taoist priest.

While Wentworth was secretly observing Zhang Zhiwei, he only heard Zhang Zhiwei say:

"O Tian, ​​I'm not in a hurry. It's not too late for us to finish this game of chess first. Young people, you have to endure loneliness, don't you think?!"

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and said the last sentence to Wentworth.

And when Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and looked at Wentworth, Wentworth suddenly found that in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, there seemed to be a stream of light that flashed past.

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words, Wentworth smiled and said:

"That's right, I'm not in a hurry, the two Taoists please do it yourself!"

Hearing Wentworth's answer, Zhang Zhiwei nodded with satisfaction, while the old Taoist priest in a wheelchair said with a bitter face:

"Senior brother, you are just like my little red robe, needless to say, you are so high-sounding!"

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly laughed, and then showed an expression of "you understand me", but he opened his mouth and said to the old Taoist priest in a wheelchair:

"Junior brother, those are all things outside the body, you think about it, brother, why am I that kind of person!"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words, the old Taoist pouted, then turned around and said to Wentworth:

"Pin Dao, Tian Jinzhong, this donor, also understands Go?"

Hearing Tian Jinzhong's words, Wentworth said without color:

"Qingshan never tires of three glasses of wine, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will only eliminate one game of chess in a long day!"

"I like Chinese culture very much, and I also know a little bit about Go!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Zhiwei became interested at the same time, only to see Tian Jinzhong pointing at the chessboard in front of him and saying:

"Okay, I didn't expect that I can still find foreign friends who like Chinese culture so much, and they are still so young, which is beyond my expectations!"

"Well, I will test you, how do you think I can turn defeat into victory as a white chess?!"

Tian Jinzhong's voice just fell, and before Wentworth could speak, he was opposed by Zhang Zhiwei, only to hear Zhang Zhiwei say:

"Junior brother, our senior brothers are learning chess skills, but we don't want to ask for help, it's foreign aid!"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei's words, Tian Jinzhong immediately said with a smile:

"What, Senior Brother, are you afraid?!"

Afterwards, Tian Jinzhong turned his head to Wentworth and said:

"It's okay, little donor, you can go anyway, if you lose, it's mine!"

Hearing Tian Jinzhong's insistence, Zhang Zhiwei didn't say anything, but looked at Wentworth with the same interest.

In fact, Wentworth had been observing the chess game just now, and Wentworth was very sure that in the case of not regretting the chess, the white chess at this time can be said to have no chance of winning.

Therefore, Wentworth pondered for a moment, and then said to Tian Jinzhong:

"This Taoist priest, your white chess can be said to be at an absolute disadvantage. If you want to turn defeat into victory, I'm afraid you will have to make some strange moves!"

Hearing Wentworth's words, Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Zhiwei looked at each other, and then Tian Jinzhong said impatiently:

"Dare to ask the donor, what is the magic trick?"

Wentworth smiled slightly, then took out the wand in his arms and pointed at the chessboard in front of him!

Chapter end