The Path Toward Heaven

There are people outside the pavilion, and a few clumps of wild plums are stomped very sadly.

Many people are coming here, and there is some confusion in the chessboard mountain.

He Zhan had left the stream and came to the pavilion.

Thurse followed him all the time and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to play chess?"

He Zhan shook his head and said, "Don't go."

At this time, of course, watching chess is more important than playing chess.

Thurse said with concern: "Aren't you afraid of being disqualified."

"D."

Pointing to the two people in the pavilion, He Zhan said, "Who is still in the mood to play chess when they come here?"

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This is the most anticipated game at the May meeting.

People thought that this match would only appear a few days later, or it might not happen at all.

Who knows that at a moment when no one thought of it, the match started like this.

Just like a story, when it just started, it suddenly reached the climax, which is really exciting.

The monks who came to watch the chess battle surrounded the pavilion with water in the shortest time.

Participants in chess games can no longer control their emotions.

The first to leave the pavilion was Shangjiu Building, followed by Gu Yuanyuan and Qinniang, and then more and more contestants came out of the pavilion.

Even those games that have already started have stopped.

There is only one game in the whole chessboard mountain.

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He Guogong listened to his subordinate's return and said helplessly: "Then it must be closed. The rest of the game must be sealed. The rest of the game will be discussed after the game is over."

The subordinate officials were worried and said, "What if the game is going to be played for three days and nights?"

He Guogong said with a smile: "At the childish level, it took so long to win Jing Jiu? As long as Jing Jiu does not play those dirty tricks, it will be good."

The official said with some disbelief: "I heard that the big figures of the Zhongzhou faction and the Qingshan sect were in full swing, what if the Jingjiu really took time?"

He Guogong waved his hand and said, "No, Jing Jiu is a reincarnation of the real person of Jingyang."

The official thought that if Jing Jiuzhen acted like a real person in Jingyang, how could he come to the May Fair and compete with others under the watch of so many people?

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There is no difference between the guessing of the Meihui chess game and the ordinary chess game.

The only difference is that both sides of the game are monks, and they can try to see the number of pieces in each other's hands with their own consciousness.

Of course, the other party can also use their consciousness as a barrier, and ultimately it depends on whose consciousness is strong.

In a sense, this is another fairness, and it also means that the contest will start before the game.

Countless eyes fell on Tong Yan's hands.

No one dared to put God's consciousness on that hand, because it was a very rude act, almost provocative.

But at a distance of more than ten feet, everyone can also feel a milky white flame in Tong Yan's hand.

Those flames represent extremely strong and pure true elements, and should be the manifestation of the innate Xuan Gong cultivation of the Zhongzhou School to the highest order.

At this time, Jing Jiu said something many people did not think of: "Which one do you want to use?"

Listening to this, Tong Yan's eyebrows were slowly raised, and the crowd was a little upset.

Are you sure you can see even singles and doubles?This is too arrogant.

Tong Yan was not angry, but looked at Jing Jiu's eyes more and more coldly and said, "I use Baizi."

Taking the initiative to choose white chess can be understood as a habit of restraining him later, or as contempt and disregard.

——Although the game is posted, in the eyes of many people, it is always more important to play first.

"Three."

Jing Jiu directly reported the number of pieces in his hand.

There is no need to say anything.

The crowd rioted again, and then quickly subsided.

Tong Yan squinted at Jing Jiu without speaking.

Jing Jiu's expression was as usual, and he seemed to take this for granted.

He reached out and picked up a black chess on the chessboard.

Thirty-three.

There was a sigh outside the pavilion.

This is not a problem with this move.

This is the most common position for first-hand black chess.

It's just that people who watch chess have great expectations for this game. I always hope to see something special and what a rock-shattering choice.

Of course, people are also very clear, unless Jing Jiu directly puts the pawn on Tianyuan or the corner, otherwise it is just the beginning, how can it be special?

With a snapping sound, Tong Yan didn't even think about it, and directly picked up a white chess and posted it.

Jing Jiu's response was also quick, and the second black chess fell on the blank space in the upper left corner.

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Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

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It was quiet, and I could only hear the sound of chess pieces falling on the board.

Countless high-profile games have just begun.

The speed of the two of them is not fast or slow, and after a few minutes of interest, they will fall off.

The black and white pieces on the board slowly increase.

No one will be foolish enough to give praise at this time, and no one will be foolish enough to start questioning at this time.

The position on the chessboard is unusual, and the position where the black and white pieces are dropped is unusual. Who can see the good, and who can not see the bad?

But people still feel a little weird, because the beginning of this game is really unusual, no surprises, no surprises.

The current situation is very simple, there is no fighting, and there is no deep meaning.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's chess are like two people standing against each other, each doing a move, but they never made a sword to cut against each other, or use magic treasure to bomb each other.

The most puzzling thing for people is that they did not feel that the two men were holding up swords and saving real dollars, and they were ready to make a big move later.

Zhao Layue doesn't understand chess very much, but doesn't feel much.

He knew some chess, so he didn't understand.

This game is too ordinary.

It is totally unworthy of the names of Tong Yan and Jing Jiu.

The crowd in the distance gradually started to whisper.

"How is this going?"

"This level looks very ordinary."

"Does Mr. Tong Yan not want to embarrass Aoyama, so he stayed there?"

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Nan Wang and the disciples of Qingshan had already come to Qipanshan, and they did not approach the pavilion and stood in the woods a little further away.

Listening to the discussion, some disciples' expressions changed slightly, and they subconsciously forgot to south.

The disciples of Qingshan didn't know much about qinqi, calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.

"a bunch of idiots."

Nan Wang said: "If you can't understand chess, just go to those who can understand chess."

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People who come to Qipanshan today, or young disciples who are preparing to participate in chess battles, or teachers who come to watch chess, are all lovers of chess.

If they do not understand chess, who is qualified to be known as chess?

Someone noticed something strange.

Outside the kiosk.

Shang Jiu Lou and Qin Niang looked at the chessboard, and their expressions were very dignified. If they were facing an enemy, they were more nervous than they went to play chess.

Gu Yuanyuan's appearance was even more unbearable. His eyes were extremely round, his breathing was heavy, and he listened like a bellows.