Bab 755: Peak battlefield

On a precipice, a majestic waterfall fell from the heavenly chasm and shattered the Jade plate. At the far end of the waterfall, the sound of the wind and the sound of water intertwined, forming a majestic sound of nature.

On the other side of the lone Peak, a hexagonal Pavilion could be vaguely seen amid the mist, and the sound of a poem could be faintly heard coming from the pavilion.

An old man in a brown robe was sitting in the wind, drinking tea and drinking wine. He was savoring the chess game in front of him, and his face was full of joy. He recited softly, I'm playing chess and setting down lanterns, the gentle breeze under the fan is accompanied by the slanting moon. Laughing at the flames of war rising in the world, cooking wine for self-entertainment and bragging."

The old man poured himself a cup of wine and drank it. He picked up a black piece with two fingers and placed it on the chessboard, making a clear and pleasant sound.