The Path Toward Heaven
152 The Last Step
boom!
Gu Yuanyuan, who was in a trance, was awakened by this thunder, his body shook, and he nearly fell. He quickly held the big tree beside him, and he was panting.
People were also shocked by the sudden thunder, and they all looked towards the sky. Only when their cheeks were slightly wet, did they know that there was drizzle.
Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu in the pavilion, his eyes were black and white, his worries were clearly written.
Jing Jiu also started his first long exam.
The position of the white chess is seven or eleven, it is a step, how should he respond?
The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, the mountains are more gloomy, the wind is getting colder, and the rain is getting bigger.
Somehow, the large array of Qipanshan has not fully played its role.
The crowd spread out slightly, and soon returned to their original state.
After all, people were still reluctant to leave and looked at the pavilion again.
Jing Jiu looked at the chessboard in contemplation.
After Tong Yan dropped the white chess, he got up again and walked to the side of the fence.
The daylight brightened his immature face, and he was so confident.
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As time goes by, the world is more gloomy.
Jing Jiu moved.
He picked up a chess piece and reached for the chessboard.
Whether it is the angle between two fingers or the angle of the flexed arm, it is so perfect.
All these details were learned from the introductory Go book in Haizhou City.
Perfection will inevitably be a little too boring, but it can ensure that there will be no problems.
Just like the position where the black chess fell, it just happened to be at the intersection of the two lines without a slight deviation.
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Black chess rested quietly on the board.
Three, nine.
The clouds rolled, and a flash of lightning appeared on the far side.
It was too far away for the thunder to reach the mountains, but the electric light could arrive.
Lightning illuminates the chessboard mountain, reflected by the quiet black spot, and becomes cold for a few minutes, like a sword light.
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He Zhan raised his eyebrows, his cuffs twitched slightly.
Qin Niang looked at the sunspot, clutching her chest, and felt so sad that she was stabbed with a sword.
Shang Jiu Lou groaned, his face pale, his lips overflowed with blood.
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In Sanqingguan, Zen Zi looked at the two chess pieces that had just fallen on the chessboard, remained silent for a long time, then raised his head to look out the window.
The window was covered with dark clouds, covering the Qipan Mountain.
"It's too dangerous."
Zenko shook his head, and no longer continued to drop pieces on the chessboard, instructing the Taoist to swing.
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At the peak, I felt the change in the breath of heaven and earth, and the expression of Guogong's expression changed.
A subordinate official lowered his head and said: "I have just contacted the Royal Palace, and Your Majesty has just finished the interim dynasty meeting.
He Guogong looked down at the peak again and frowned, "I hope this game will not end so soon."
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Regardless of expectations or reluctance, the first game of this year's highly anticipated May Games was finally in the second half, and the two sides began to fight.
Jing Jiu and Tong Yan no longer have a long exam. Black and White are stable and can even be said to fall on the chessboard in order, making a clear voice.
The clear sound does not mean that it will be beautiful, and sometimes it will make people feel thrilling, like a sword cut on a stone, or a magic weapon bombarded on an iron gate.
There seem to be countless sword intentions on the chessboard, and the murderous intention is between the world and the world. The player who understands the chess feels a little and feels difficult to breathe.
Among the chess players outside the pavilion, Gu Yuanyuan's chess is slightly weaker than He Zhan and the others, but it has reached a certain degree.
And he has been following the sword saints in the northern snowfields for years, and he has seen a truly dangerous and bloody battlefield, so his perception must be stronger.
In his eyes, black chess and white chess spin at high speed, turning into soldiers in the snowfield and soldiers in the snow country.
The hard ice was smashed, the violent snowstorm was ignored, thousands of troops blamed, the wind was weak, there were murders everywhere, deaths everywhere.
When he saw a gruesome snow country monster rushing at himself, he couldn't bear it anymore and screamed and fainted.
The situation of the two quesang and Shangjiu Building is also very bad, pale face, bloody lips and corners, the body is crumbling, seems to be fainting at any time.
He Zhan walked in front of the old building of Que Niang and Shang Shang, blocking their sight.
If it's like most people outside the kiosk, it doesn't matter if you don't understand this game.
The realm of the three pretending tits is indeed very high, and they can understand a lot. I also want to keep up with the thinking speed of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan, and the mental loss is too great.
He himself gave up this game when Jing Jiu and Tong Yan rested.
He looked at Jing Jiu and Tong Yan in the pavilion, his expression dignified, and he was very worried.
If you want to understand this game, you have to pay such a big price. What kind of pressure does the person who plays in this game play?
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The chess game continues. The speed of Jing Jiu and Tong Yanluozi is still the same as before, but it gives people a feeling that the rhythm of the chess game is accelerating.
The wind in the mountains is getting colder and faster, or because the clouds in the sky are getting thicker and darker.
That is a sign of heavy rain.
Wild plum crushed on the ground was blown everywhere.
The clouds rolled up and down, as if there was a black dragon roaring in the meantime, and more thunder and lightning came out from the depths of the black clouds, demonstrating its power to the world.
The rain suddenly became dense and fell to the mountains.
The formation of Qipan Mountain finally gave birth to a sense, and an invisible force was released from the depth of the cliff stone, blocking most of the wind and rain from the outside.
The rain in the sky flows along the invisible dome, distorting and blurring the outside scenery. This picture is very magical, but no one went to see it.
People are looking at the short pavilion.
The rain in the chessboard mountain has become very small, falling on the chessboard, looking like countless crystal transparent dewdrops, between black and white chess pieces.
The game has entered the final stage-robbery.
The robbery is the mystery of the change of heaven and earth, during which there are countless dangerous.
The two's clothes were slightly wet, but they seemed to be unaware, still looking at the chessboard intently, extremely quiet.
Chess pieces kept falling on the chessboard, making a crisp crackle, followed by a thunderous thunder, continuous, the mountains should be moved.
The constant flash of lightning illuminates their faces very clearly.
Tong Yan's facial skin is extremely smooth, slightly wet by light rain, and more tender, like a baby, but his eyes are full of desire for victory and strong will.
Jing Jiu was still so calm, with no change in expression, even the slightest tremor did not appear on his face, and looked like a perfect white jade statue.
Others don't think so, but Zhao Layue has been with him for too long, and he can see his current mental state, his sleeves trembling slightly.
Jing Jiu was always indifferent and casual when he faced Gu Han and Guo Nan when he held the sword convention, climbed the last peak of the gods, or tried the sword in Qingshan last year.
Today is obviously different. In the face of Tong Yan, he showed unprecedented seriousness and focus.
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The sound of the impact of the chess pieces and the board, the thunder roar is so clear.
The feeling of Qipanshan is extremely quiet, because the light rain falls silently, because no one dares to speak.
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I don't know how long it took, the rainstorm finally stopped, the clouds gradually dispersed, and there was no more thunder.
The sun re-illuminates the world, the mountains that have just been washed by rain, and the air and sight are extremely clean.
A rainbow appeared on the horizon.
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The order of falling chess is Tong Yan's turn.
He held a white chess and looked at the board silently.
People who can't understand the chess game also have a very strong feeling.
This white chess should be the last step in today's game.
The outcome is above this white chess.
The slightly damp black hair was moved by the mountain breeze.
There is water on the board.
Where will this white chess fall?