Why are there so many people? ...The "Chess King" couldn't suppress a look of astonishment on his face.
Although the flow of people under the ring could not be compared with the day three days ago when the great player Lian Congyun went out to fight, it was already a huge difference compared to the sparse crowd not long ago.
He subconsciously glanced at the sun, and time did not pass too long.
So...the problem lies with the opponent?
When the idea came to mind, Mo Lin's carriage suddenly stopped in the distance. Gao Mingjing, dressed in a wide robe and with long silver hair, walked out. Looking towards him from a distance, behind him were Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun.
The eyes of the two parties collided, and the great painter's face became very ugly.
Ke Qiao was stunned for a moment. As smart as he was, he immediately realized that there might be some slight changes in the martial arts...
"despair!"
At this time, the sound of sunspots hitting the chessboard came to my ears.
Ke Qiao forced himself to turn his head inch by inch and look at Ji Pingan across from him again.
Immediately, this Merlin genius, who single-handedly suppressed the chess players in Shendu without raising their heads, took a deep breath, and the last trace of contempt in his heart disappeared, and he lifted up a white piece with great caution and dropped it.
"despair."
He didn't know what was happening, but the chess game had begun. What he has to do is to get rid of all distracting thoughts and win this round.
…
The chess game continues.
News about the reversal of the performance also began to spread in the city.
Especially after learning that the mysterious master who had killed two people in a row stepped into the third arena, the people's expectations and curiosity reached their peak.
At this time, the chess players who had come to their senses and the government officials also sent people to report the news back.
Everyone realized that a miracle might be about to happen.
…
The Duke's Mansion.
A luxurious chariot drove slowly, its wheels running over the bluestone road, making a "zaza" sound.
As soon as he stopped, a servant took out the bench and placed it on the ground.
Then, a pair of boots with a white sole and black surface poked out. The Duke of Lu, who was dressed in rich clothes and had a noble temperament, stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the mansion, greeted by the servants and surrounded by guards.
"Is there anything going on in the house?" Duke Lu asked casually.
The steward of the house bowed and replied:
"Nothing happened in the house. It's just that in the morning, the Sixth Young Master came back from Qintian Prison and couldn't stand the Seventh Miss's pestering, so he took her to watch the martial arts performance."
Mo Lin... Duke Lu Guo's expression remained unchanged.
He had just returned from the palace and knew that this was something that bothered His Majesty the God-Emperor. A martial arts performance might seem like a small matter, but in fact, victory or defeat was related to the dignity of the imperial court.
Although the emperor always smiles, as a "close minister of the emperor", he knows very well that the emperor's true nature is that he cares about face very much.
"It's been a long time coming back. All I have to do is go out and run around like crazy." The old man snorted coldly.
The old steward tactfully advised: "Sixth Young Master is also concerned about the results."
Do you care about how to lose more honorably... The Duke of Lu was not happy and wanted to go in with a flick of his sleeves.
Just at this moment, a servant suddenly ran back from a distance out of breath, attracting everyone's attention.
The old steward frowned and scolded:
"How can you be so rude and frizzy? You haven't seen the Duke come back? Besides... why did you come back alone if you didn't go out with the Sixth Young Master?"
The young servant hurriedly stood still. After bowing his head and being scolded, Fang explained: "The young one came back to report the news."
"Report?"
"Yes. It's about Mo Lin's martial arts performance..."
He was a little incoherent and stumbling, recounting what happened, and finally said:
"The young master told the young lady that he might be interested and asked me to come back and inform him."
Next to him, the old Duke, who had already stepped into the threshold with one foot, was stunned:
"Is this serious?"
"Really. That Mr. He is in the Chess Courtyard."
The old man took a deep breath, turned around and stepped onto the carriage, throwing down the curtain:
"Go to the Chess Academy!"
The matter was serious and he had to confirm it in person before entering the palace to report it to Emperor Yuan Qing.
…
Inside a certain three-entry mansion.
Lian Congyun's wife, children, and children were waiting anxiously in the courtyard, looking frequently at the door of the house.
Three days ago, after the big player returned home after being defeated, he couldn't get sick.
Lian's family members started a relationship and invited the imperial doctor from Tai Hospital to come for diagnosis and treatment.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and an imperial doctor carrying a medicine box walked out. He gently closed the door, faced the expectant eyes of his family, shook his head and sighed:
"Lian Guoshou is really mentally and physically exhausted. He catches a cold just when he catches cold. The crux is not in the body, but in the mind. Heart diseases also require heart medicine. I will give you some prescriptions to soothe the mind. But if you want to be sick, To heal, the key is to have more guidance from relatives."
Lian Congyun's wife looked bitter when she heard this. She thanked her son and asked her son to send the imperial doctor away. She stood at the door, stunned.
"Mom, don't be too impatient. Grandpa is just tired. He will be fine after a few days of rest." My daughter said with relief.
The old wife shook her head, wiped away tears and said, "But your grandfather's temperament..."
Being number one in any field is enough to be proud of, and Lian Congyun is also a proud, even arrogant person.
He shouldered a heavy responsibility, but was defeated by Mo Lin. Regardless of what outsiders said, it was a huge blow to the old man.
It’s not that he cares about losing. It should be noted that even Congyun had a trough period in the past years. He was also a strong man who climbed out of the quagmire, and his ability to withstand pressure is not weak.
What he really cared about was that he fought on behalf of the gods and lost. This powerful guilt kept the old man awake at night and breathless.
Seeing her mother like this, the daughter's eyes turned red.
In an atmosphere of mourning, the eldest son of the company who had gone out to see the imperial doctor ran back quickly with an excited look on his face and said:
"Mom, sister, something big happened!"
"Someone went out to play and lost two arenas in a row. Now they are playing against the 'chess king' in the chess courtyard. Many people have gone over to watch the game. Some people saw the prince passing by. Does this mean that we have a good chance of winning?"
The old woman and her daughter froze on the spot.
Suddenly, the closed door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Lian Congyun, who was wearing pajamas and cloth shoes and looking seriously ill, walked out with frivolous steps and his eyes were burning:
"Say it again?"
"It's true, we've evened two games."
Lian Congyun took a deep breath. The bloodless face of this powerful soldier suddenly turned red. He got the strength from nowhere, pulled his robe and put it on his body, and shouted at the same time:
"Prepare your car! I'm going to the chess academy to watch the game!"
…
…
The sun gradually set towards the west and slowly sank into the horizon. The square outside the Chess Courtyard was already crowded with people.
Carriage has long been impassable, and the surrounding roads are also choked with water.
The government office urgently mobilized government officials and inspections. A famous official, armed with a saber, opened the road forcefully to clear the road and prevent it from being blocked.
The chess game continues and has entered the middle and back games.
The situation is not clear, the black and white pieces are anxious and entangled, and the situation is so complicated that it makes ordinary chess players dizzy.
Only people in the chess academy can keep up with the train of thought:
"This move... why was it done here?"
"Wouldn't it be better if we fell here and robbed here... No, I misjudged it. It was a trap."
"Mistake? Is this move a mistake? I'm confused. Who can help me deduce a few moves?"
At the long table, the thin dean and others were already arguing.
As for the chess lecturers, holding the score, they often have to think about it for a long time, and then combine it with the explanation given by the "referee's seat" before they can continue to explain.
But it was also stammering and very rough.
complex!
The board is too complicated!
To an outsider, the two black and white pieces on the chessboard are intertwined, which is no different from the previous chess games.
But in the eyes of those who know chess, it is like two armies fighting, filled with smoke and rivers of blood.
Time passed slowly, and finally, the last ray of sunlight passed away, and night fell.
As the sky dimmed, the government officials who had been well prepared lit lanterns and hung them in the chess lecture halls, in various important places, and even on the arena.
In an instant, the lights scattered across the chessboard like a galaxy on the ground.
Some people dispersed and went home to eat. But more came.
"despair."
"despair."
"Chess King" Ke Qiao's moves began to slow down, and it often took a long time before he landed a move.
Ji Ping'an, on the other hand, fought back without much thought.
Seeing this scene, the onlookers smelled a familiar smell and couldn't help but begin to wonder, is Mo Lin's fat man repeating his old tricks?
Want to delay?
Thinking of this, some warriors immediately cursed: The people of Merin are so shameless!
"He's not procrastinating, he's being forced to take a long exam."
Suddenly, an old and weak voice came.
The people stared angrily, preparing to see who would speak for Mo Lin, but they saw a familiar figure walking slowly, supported by his eldest son and daughter.
He has an elegant temperament and wears a square scarf.
A great national player, Lian Congyun.
"The Lian Guo players are coming!" someone shouted, and then there was a commotion in the crowd.
Many people present had either seen it with their own eyes or had heard stories about the great power being exhausted. Even though they were defeated, they were proud of it and immediately respectfully made way for them to lead to the ring.
In the distance, Duke Lu Guo, who occupied an area alone, raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and ordered his guards to pick him up.
On the other side, Gao Mingjing's eyes were lowered and his expression could not be seen.
"Lian Guoshou, why are you here? Are you still sick?" Everyone in the chess academy stood up, a little surprised.
Lian Congyun smiled weakly, but his eyes regained their vitality:
"How could I miss such a big event? How is the chess game? Let me see."
Immediately, someone helped him sit down and presented him with the chess score.
And hold a lamp for him.
With the help of candlelight, Lian Congyun lowered his head and looked up, his body gradually straightened up, and a bright light appeared in his eyes:
"Amazing, what an amazing young man."
Duke Lu Guo was very concerned about the outcome, but he couldn't understand it. He finally came to someone with authority and immediately came over and asked:
"Who do you think is awesome?"
Lian Congyun raised his eyes, pulled away from his thoughts, thought for a moment, and said sincerely:
"Ke Qiao's chess skills are indeed astonishing. He is a genius that has never been seen before. His understanding of the chess moves is no longer inferior to mine."
As he spoke, he changed the subject: "As for this little Mr. He, it's..."
"What is it?" Duke Lu Guo said anxiously.
Lian Congyun hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know how to describe it. Finally, he said two words: "terrible."
horrible?
Hearing this, a group of chess players looked at each other, and the thin dean frowned:
"Lian Guo, are you overestimating this? This chess game is indeed powerful, but the word 'terrible' is a bit too..."
Lian Congyun shook his head, scanned the faces in front of him, and said with a warm color under the candlelight:
"The 'terrible' I mean is not the understanding of chess, but... computing power.
"It can be called terrifying, far superior to ordinary people's computing power!"
…
"despair."
Ji Ping'an pressed down a sunspot, and the face under the bamboo hat flickered brightly and darkly under the candlelight.
He was a little dissatisfied because the fat man opposite him moved too slowly, which would seriously delay his time to go back to eat.
As Lian Congyun said, he doesn't know much about "chess".
It's not because he doesn't understand, but in his stereotype, if "sound" and "painting" belong to the category of art, it is understandable that the human heart's feelings will condense into enlightenment in this fairy world.
The calculation game "Go" is actually not very related to "Tao".
This is probably the reason why Mo Lin's disciples are all good at playing chess, but they cannot derive a cultivation path based on "chess".
Therefore, in order to relieve his boredom, he did learn chess for many years. But I really don’t know much about “chess”.
Fortunately, as a game of calculation, he just needs to win.
As he once said to Huang He, Go was originally a tool for divination.
The oldest chess player in the world is originally a star official.
Therefore, for the Great Zhou State Master who has mastered the Dayan Secret Technique and can even calculate the movement patterns of the stars, this is easier than the previous two arenas.
The only trouble is that it's too slow.
Fortunately... the chess game has reached the stage of close combat, and the next step should be much faster.
Sure enough, this time Keqiao didn't take the long test, he just settled for the top spot.
Ji Ping'an made a backhand move.
Keqiao rushed.
Ji Ping'an blocked back.
Ke Qiao's eyes were bloodshot and he attacked decisively.
Ji Ping'an played calmly and picked up a white chess piece.
…
"despair."
"despair."
"despair."
The two men's moves suddenly began to speed up, as if after a long tug-of-war, the final battle finally came, with chess pieces constantly being lifted up and areas constantly being besieged.
A young boy kept running among the crowd, transmitting the chess records to every lantern.
As if feeling the change in the momentum of the chess game, the noise gradually became quieter. Everyone held their breath and looked forward to the final result.
Duke Lu Guo looked at the ring and muttered something.
Under the sleeves of Gao Mingjing's wide robe, his fists were clenched unconsciously, very hard.
Lian Congyun's breathing gradually became rapid, and his already weak body was forced to calculate and deduce the chess game, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
…
Outside the crowd, a group of young star officials arrived belatedly.
"so many people!"
Mu Yaoyao's eyes widened, startling the crowd all over the mountain.
There was a practice lesson in Muyuan today, and when the disciples learned the news, it was already very late. I hurriedly looked for Ji Ping'an, planning to watch the fun together, but found no one.
In order not to miss it, I had to rush here, first to Baidi, then to Qingxingyuan, and missed the opportunity one after another... By the time I finally found the correct location, it was already very late.
"How can we squeeze in here?" A disciple of Muyuan smiled bitterly.
As an "official", according to court laws, he is not allowed to use magic outside except under special circumstances.
Huang He rolled up his sleeves and said, "I have to squeeze in. Come with me."
A group of young people immediately began to compete with the elders and aunties for the front row without the demeanor of practitioners.
…
In the arena.
"Ta." Ji Ping'an placed a white piece on the chessboard.
Then he raised his buttocks, held on to his hat, turned around and walked off the stage.
This scene was so unexpected that it attracted countless glances from the audience. Many people's hearts twitched, thinking, had they lost?
In their simple understanding, only those who lose will step down.
Sure enough... he still couldn't complete the miracle of defeating three arenas in a row.
At this moment, disappointment appeared on many people's faces.
However, the chess players sitting in the front row, close to the ring, the princes and nobles noticed that when "Mr. He" stood up, the "chess king" who had subconsciously picked up the chess pieces and was about to drop them suddenly froze.
The little fat man's wrist hung on the chessboard, unable to move for a long time.
"Don't waste time." Ji Pingan said calmly without looking back.
Snapped!
A bean-sized bead of sweat slipped from the little fat man's forehead and hit a chess piece impartially, splashing golden starlight in the orange candlelight.
"I lost."
There was brief silence.
The crowd roared and exploded.
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ps: The typos will be corrected first and then I will post today’s 9,000 words.
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