Lost... He lost... When the conversation between the two spread to the distance through the formation engraved on the ring.
The originally depressing square burst into excitement.
The nearest "referee" held a pen in one hand and was already ready to copy the chess score. Hearing these words, he raised his head in astonishment and looked at the "chess king" in disbelief.
Only when I saw him looking like he had been drained of all his strength was he finally confirmed.
"Won……"
Under the stage, a group of chess players from the chess academy were still studying and deducing the looks of both sides, trying to judge the direction from the tragic situation.
After hearing this suddenly, they all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the ring. A chess piece in the hands of the thin dean fell out of nowhere without realizing it.
Winning... The great national player Lian Congyun Fangfu deduced the result, raised his head, and heard these words. Blood suddenly filled his face that was pale due to illness, and his eyes bloomed with dazzling brilliance.
I felt a surge of ecstasy rising from the bottom of my heart, and my whole body was filled with strength, and the hearty laughter of Lord Deer could be heard in my ears.
"Three consecutive blows in one day, who dares to say that I, the Great Zhou God, have no one?!" The old Duke swept away his decline, straightened his back and spoke forcefully.
Then he turned to look at the location of Monk Mo Lin.
Lost... The great painter with long silver hair and a somewhat fairy-like manner remained silent. He forced himself to control himself so that his face did not show too many expressions.
Correspondingly, there was a huge wave in the heart.
Thinking back to three days ago, I was very high-spirited and thought that Mo Lin's martial arts performance this year would shock all the gods. As a result, in the blink of an eye, in just one day... no, just half a day, they were swept away by the same person.
Complete the reversal.
The change came so suddenly, like a tornado, Gao Mingjing was not prepared at all!
"Ke Qiao..." Behind him, the Mo Lin disciples headed by Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun could not contain the shock and frustration on their faces.
There is also confusion.
"Where did such a person come from in the city of Gods?" A painter was puzzled. "Through the three paths, wouldn't he be non-human?"
Simply... outrageous!
Compared to the ups and downs of the Molin monks, the people of the city who were watching the battle were simply happy.
"It turns out...Mr. Xiaohe didn't leave just after losing, but was determined to win." The scholar holding a folding fan praised.
"Behead three times in a row, one person behead three times in a row... Looking at martial arts performances for hundreds of years, it is unheard of! There is no such thing as the ancients before, and there will be no one since!" The old master who came from Qingxing Garden stroked his beard and laughed.
"Won!"
"We won!"
"Let this little fat guy show off his power, what now?"
"Mr. He, you are truly a hero!"
The people couldn't think of long comments and used the simplest words to express their pride and joy as Shendu people.
No matter how loud the cheers were, if the officials hadn't stopped him, there might have been ardent fans rushing to the ring.
"It's over..." The crowd was choppy, and the officials of Muyuan who finally squeezed into the middle were stunned.
Huang He was awkward in place, not knowing whether to continue forward or turn back.
Mu Yaoyao stamped her feet in annoyance, feeling like she was going to a concert with great expectations, but as soon as she arrived at the entrance of the venue, the singer took her final call...
One word: Gan!
She tried her best to stand on tiptoe, trying to get a glimpse of that "Mr. He", but in the end, she only saw a back figure in the dim night, walking down the ring step by step and disappearing.
Ji Ping'an seemed not to feel the restlessness and joy around him, and had no intention of staying.
After stepping off the stage, he ignored the chess players and walked straight towards the chess courtyard, a street that was not crowded with people.
People watched him leave, still immersed in huge shock. When they came back to their senses, they found that the other party was almost gone.
"Why are you leaving? Come here, ask Mr. He to come over!" The old Duke was stunned for a moment and hurriedly ordered his subordinates to chase him.
"Little sir, please stay!" All the chess players in the chess academy also stood up in a hurry, trying to persuade him to stay.
It would be a huge pity if such a person who had been killed three times in a row was let go like this.
However, there was someone faster than them.
In the crowd, a great painter wearing a loose robe flicked his sleeves, floated through the crowd, and chased the figure who had almost turned into the alley.
"Wait!" Gao Mingjing raised his hand and called out. Seeing that he didn't stop, he gritted his teeth and simply used a spell, jumped into the air, and then lightly blocked the opponent's path.
There is no hand lamp here, it is dark, and it is not clear in the night. Ji Pingan, wearing a bamboo hat, almost melted into the dark night.
Seeing Gao Mingjing Yufeng falling three feet away in front of him, he stopped and frowned: "Is something wrong?"
His voice has been adjusted, as has his height and appearance.
Gao Mingjing looked at the unfamiliar face in the darkness, a little surprised, and said:
"Young Master is a great talent. Gao Mou wants to invite you..."
"No." Ji Pingan interrupted ruthlessly.
"..." Gao Mingjing was suffocated, and when he was stunned, he saw the young man opposite showed an impatient look and muttered something.
Immediately, Ji Ping'an's right hand in his sleeve gently tore into pieces a prepared talisman. His figure was like a line drawn by chalk, being erased bit by bit by a blackboard eraser.
Disappeared into the cold night of the divine capital.
Gao Mingjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his consciousness swept out, but he was nowhere to be seen.
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The last performance of Mo Lin's martial arts performance was over, but the afterglow of this wonderful battle was still spreading.
Chang'an Street, the bustling shops are brightly lit after nightfall.
Although the three competitions are huge, only a limited number of people know about them.
In this era when communications were not developed and most news was delivered by "roaring", most people in the divine capital city with a population of one million did not know what was happening.
In a certain restaurant.
A group of guests arrived and ordered drinks, but the atmosphere was quite dull.
Everyone knows that today is the last day of martial arts performance.
Mo Lin's three arenas are like three mountains, unshakable and annoying.
"I don't know how many people are challenging today." A drinker dressed as a businessman said, "The arena should be evacuated by now."
The friend at the same table said "ha", raised his glass, took a sip of wine, shook his head and said: "I'm afraid there is no one to challenge."
"It's not that... there should be some," said the young drinker next to him.
"So what? You are humiliating yourself by going on stage. A great player. The royal painters and musicians in the palace have all failed miserably. Who can do it? Count on you, or do you count on me?" the former retorted.
The latter was speechless.
The onlookers were silent, some sighed softly, and some raised their glasses and took a sip of cold wine into their mouths.
Finally, the shopkeeper at the counter sighed and said:
"The National Master once said that victory or defeat is a common thing for military officers. I'm just worried that even the national soldier will be seriously ill and I don't know if he can survive."
Just at this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a shabby gown stepped upstairs, panting and with a blush on his face.
A familiar drinker sneered:
"Poor scholar. Why do you have spare money today and come to buy wine? Why don't I see you carrying a wine flask?"
The price of sitting down in a restaurant is very different from bringing your own flask to drink.
The poor scholar was a failed scholar, a good drinker, and he couldn't let go of his dignity as a scholar. He was not very willing to work. He would only occasionally come over with a few coins in his pocket, slap them on the counter, ask the waiter for a dime of wine, and look at the tables next to him. Serve the food with the wine.
"I didn't bring any money today."
When the poor scholar heard this, his expression was calm, but his chest was high. Under the doubtful eyes of everyone, he raised the corner of his mouth:
"However, I have news that I can drink in exchange for wine."
The familiar drinker was amused: "You are really unique, what kind of news can be exchanged for drinks?"
The shopkeeper who was leaning on the counter also smiled and said with interest:
"tell me the story."
The poor scholar was not annoyed when he saw everyone joking and joking, and said leisurely:
"Do you know about the changes in Mo Lin's martial arts performance today? The 'Mr. He' who made history by killing three formations in a row?"
Performing martial arts? One person killed three formations in a row?
The drinkers were stunned and couldn't help but said: "Don't you just make up some nonsense to deceive? Who can kill three times in a row?"
The poor scholar said "ha" and said in a nonchalant way: "Without wine and food, this story is not easy to tell."
Everyone scratched his itchy spots, scratched his heart and liver, but they were attracted by the scholar's calm and relaxed appearance, and his words were precise and did not look like he was lying.
Immediately, the first businessman and drunkard said:
"Shopkeeper, give the scholar a jug of wine and a plate of side dishes, and charge them to my account."
The shopkeeper smiled and ordered the waiter to get drinks.
Not long after it was placed on the counter, the poor scholar sipped his wine, picked up some side dishes with chopsticks, and then said slowly:
"This is something more, starting from Bai Di's song "Time"..."
Then, he narrated the process that he had half heard and half witnessed. The drinkers present were fascinated, surprised and delighted.
A surge of ecstasy surged up in my heart, but I felt it was too unbelievable and I couldn't believe it.
He increasingly questioned the story made up by the poor scholar. Just as he was about to be questioned, suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, a regular customer came upstairs and glared at the poor scholar in annoyance:
"I actually told you first."
A drinker's heart was pounding and he asked urgently: "You also want to talk about martial arts? Is there really someone who killed three people in a row?"
"It's true. Many people have returned from the chess academy. You will find out later."
In the restaurant, the guests looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
…
Qingyun Palace.
The National Education Forum is not far from the Chess Academy, only two streets apart.
In the evening, Yu Yu, who had finished his daily practice, heard vague noises in the distance.
With her character, she wished she could spread her wings and fly to watch. However, due to Master's orders, students are not allowed to go out at will.
He had no choice but to send a Taoist disciple to gather information. He was like an old general in the army, sitting alone in the "military tent" and listening to reports.
At this moment, Yu Yu was scratching his head and pacing in the hall, when he suddenly heard the roar of the chess court rising straight into the night sky, which could be heard clearly from this far away.
"What big thing happened? Could there be a result?"
Yu Yu was shocked. She already knew about "Bai Di" and "Qing Xing Yuan", and also knew that the third competition was going on in the chess academy.
How can I not be anxious at this time? If I use a metaphor, it is like watching a football match and the power goes out...
It's very annoying.
Finally, after suffering patiently for a while, a Taoist disciple who was sent out to inquire for information rushed back with an excited expression and his Taoist robes fluttering:
"Senior Sister Yu! Senior Sister Yu! The results are out!"
In an instant, Yu Yu, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, flashed back to his seat, sitting in a dignified posture, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, his eyes closed, highlighting the persona of a cold saint.
When the disciples crossed the threshold, Yu Yufangfu raised his eyelids with a cold expression:
"How rude is it to yell and scream? Speak slowly if you have something to say."
The Taoist disciple suddenly felt ashamed, lowered his head and said: "Senior sister is reprimanding me. Then I will explain slowly..."
The corner of Yu Yu's mouth twitched: "It's not necessary to be too slow..."
After listening to him tell the result of "win", and carefully describe the whole process of Mr. "He" stepping down from the stage and leaving, everyone was watching, Mr. Gao followed him, but he returned in despair.
Yu Yu was so pleased with what he heard that he couldn't help but change his sitting posture and moved forward slightly:
"And then?"
"It's nothing more." The disciple scratched his head, "The person disappeared for some reason, so I rushed back to report it."
Huh... Yu Yu said "en", praised him, and ordered him to leave. Immediately, the girl became energetic, jumped to the ground, and walked towards the Silent Garden with light steps.
Prepare to share the gossip you just heard with Master.
And just when he reached the corner outside Jiyuan, Yu Yu paused.
He stuck his head out with some vigilance and looked around to make sure there was no fool ambushing him. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, raised a smile on his lips, and took steps forward.
As a result, just after taking a few steps, I heard a long sigh coming from above my head.
Yu Yu stiffened and raised his head inch by inch. He saw a figure wearing a Tai Chi robe standing on the peach tree branch at the door, with his hands behind his back.
Under his feet, green vines pulled from unknown sources were coiled up to form a platform to hold up his body. The other vines were like spider webs, connecting tree trunks, green bricks on walls, eaves of nearby roofs and other places.
"Junior sister, I have been waiting for you here for a long time. Do you think this newly developed 'Ivy Taoist method' compares to that of Ji Ping'an?" The Holy Son's voice was high and he could not hide his pride.
Because of the tilted head position, he looked down at her with the back of his head.
"..." Yu Yu had so many things to complain about at the moment that he had nowhere to complain. He wanted to make a mockery out of habit, but found that Ji Ping'an had not done anything unexpected recently.
She changed her mind and sneered:
"I can't say how good Ji Ping'an is. But I know that today another powerful person was born in the city of God. He is about the same age as you, but with one person's strength, in half a day, he killed Mo Lin in three arenas." Mo Lin's three specialties were painting, music, and chess, and he was defeated in public.
"Qu Chuchen, Zhong Tongjun, and Ke Qiao all bowed to each other, sighing that they were not as good as... Geng Yu just now, with countless people watching in the capital city, stood up and left the scene before Ke Qiao settled down, saying only: 'Do you still want to waste time? ’, which made Ke Qiao admit defeat in public..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the body of the Holy Son on the treetop shaking violently, as if struck by lightning, and the green vines under his feet were withering.
The voice trembled: "Do you...seriously say this?!"
Yu Yu sneered: "If you don't believe me, ask yourself."
After saying that, she left in a good mood.
The Holy Son was left alone, standing there blankly, replaying the scene Yu Yu told in his mind.
For some reason, just thinking about it made him tremble all over and his blood surged:
"Except for Ji Ping'an... there are such people hidden in the capital of God... This Holy Son is so ignorant that he doesn't know about it. It's abominable... abominable..."
On the other side, Yu Yu walked lightly and arrived at the house where Master studied Taoist scriptures.
Pushing the door open, one sees Xin Yaoguang sitting in front of the window, her long and narrow eyes tightly closed, her temperament graceful and ethereal, like an immortal.
Yu Yu was a little lost. He looked at that beautiful face and called softly: "Master?"
No movement.
She was stunned for a moment, and finally realized something was wrong. She cautiously stepped closer, but was suddenly blocked by an invisible air shield hidden in the air.
The saint who was familiar with her master was stunned and realized that although Xin Yaoguang's physical body was still there, the Yang God had left her body and no one knew where she was going.
"It's so late, where is Master?"
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royal palace.
After nightfall, the entire imperial city was brightly lit, and palace guards patrolled back and forth.
After Emperor Yuan Qing had discussed state affairs with several ministers, he spent another hour reviewing the memorial in the imperial study room. Only then did he realize that he was tired and ordered the imperial kitchen room to deliver meals.
Although the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty also had a spiritual inheritance, it was more special. The God-Emperor himself is no different from a mortal, and his spiritual power is borrowed from external objects to mobilize the mountains, rivers, and national destiny to meet the enemy.
Therefore, there is also a lot of eating, drinking and diarrhea. The imperial kitchen is always on call and prepares meals day and night, but most of them are wasted.
inside the room.
Emperor Yuan Qing, who looked majestic and had shiny black hair, looked at the table full of delicacies, but he had a poor appetite. He only drank two spoons of soup and couldn't eat anymore, so he waved his hand and ordered people to leave.
Eunuch Deng held the fly whisk and said worriedly:
"Your Majesty, take care of your body and eat as much as you can. If the food is not to your liking and you want to eat something, I will ask the imperial kitchen to prepare it."
Emperor Yuan Qing waved his hand and sighed: "No need, I just can't eat it."
He glanced at the sky and said: "At this time, the three arenas must have been removed. That's good, so as not to be an eyesore."
Eunuch Deng didn't know how to answer the question. He was thinking of saying a few words of comfort, but suddenly he heard a young eunuch coming from outside with small steps:
"Your Majesty, Duke Lu Guo wants to see you."
Emperor Yuan Qing looked surprised and furrowed his thick eyebrows: "Why does the Duke come to the palace so late? Tell him to come."
In the afternoon, Duke Lu Guo just left the palace and came to visit again after only a few hours. This made Emperor Yuan Qing a little confused.
Not long after, the old duke in rich clothes arrived. As soon as he entered the door, he said with a smile:
"I see you, Your Majesty."
Emperor Yuan Qing saw him smiling heartily and became more suspicious:
"No need to be polite, the Duke is anxious to visit, but what's the important thing?"
Duke Lu smiled and held his hands, and said loudly: "I am here to announce the good news to Your Majesty..."
Then, he stated the news exactly as it was that the three arenas of Merlin were swept by a young man wearing a bamboo hat.
Finally he said: "Congratulations to your Majesty, the Great Zhou Dynasty is full of talents. This is your Majesty's contribution to the prosperity of the country..."
Emperor Yuan Qing didn't pay attention to his flattery. He was stunned for a few breaths, and then a surge of joy rose in his heart. He stood up and asked a few more questions, laughing loudly.
"Okay, okay! There is such an outstanding person in the city of Gods. I wonder where this person is? If he comes to the palace, I will reward you in person!"
Duke Lu Guo looked embarrassed when he heard this and said:
"This man didn't seem to be interested in fame and fortune. After winning the victory, he left alone. When the old minister sent his servant to look for him, he had disappeared. Mr. Gao from Mo Lin also went to stop him, but he came back defeated..."
"The person is missing? Gao Mingjing didn't stop him?" Emperor Yuan Qing was startled and frowned slightly: "Tell me carefully."
…
…
On the big stone bridge.
The space suddenly fluctuated, and then, a figure slowly appeared.
Ji Ping'an breathed out, felt the night sky wash like water, the river under the bridge was majestic, the noise in his ears disappeared, and he muttered: "It's finally clean."
He was prepared for the possible siege caused by the beating. Use a talisman stored in the kit to complete the transmission.
Space teleportation spells are rare, and talismans are even more precious, but there is certainly no shortage of them for the Great Zhou Imperial Master.
"It's time to go back and eat." Ji Ping'an checked the direction and was about to return to Qintian Prison, but at this moment, he paused and raised his head as if aware, his pupils contracting slightly.
Under the starry sky, the air in front of him rippled like layers of vortexes.
A figure wearing a yin-yang feather coat and a lotus jade crown, with a beautiful appearance and flawless facial features, like a fairy, slowly walked out and stood in the air, looking down with his narrow eyes.
Taoist leader, Xin Yaoguang!
The next moment, this fairy-like woman who stood among the strongest people in the mainland opened her red lips lightly and said in a voice as loud as thunder:
"Are you... Ji Ping'an?"
(End of chapter)
