The Path Toward Heaven

At the top of the peak, he leaned against the railing with Guo Gong, his body leaned forward very much, and he seemed to want to see the picture in that pavilion more clearly.

The official was very worried when looking at the picture, and quickly stepped forward to support it, but he saw shock and incredible emotion on his face.

It seems that this game has been divided, but who won?

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In Sanqingguan, Zenzi stood in front of the threshold and looked at Johor Bahru after the rain, with a smile of relief on his face.

Behind him, the Taoist had finished the game, but he didn't see where he finally fell.

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The atmosphere in the palace was a bit tense, and the eunuchs were carrying out the final inspection of the imperial court.

It doesn't take long to fly from the palace to Qipanshan, but the preparation for the trip is too troublesome.

Even more troublesome, the estuary at the lower reaches of the Zhuohe River suddenly collapsed last night, and His Majesty convened a temporary DPRK meeting, which delayed a lot of time.

The door of the hall was opened, the prime minister who had been rushed into the palace and the Ministry of Industry had not yet come out, and a bright yellow flashed in front of people's eyes.

The imperial squat, suspended half a foot on the ground, sank slightly, and the eunuchs knew that His Majesty was already seated, relieved, and were ready to go.

In their impressions, the game between chess masters has always been time-consuming. At this time, it should be too late to reach the chessboard mountain.

Suddenly there was movement at the palace gate in the distance, and an eunuch ran over with light smoke on his feet, knelt in front of Yuyong, and whispered a few words.

There was a meaningful laugh from Yuli, followed by a clear voice.

"Since the outcome is divided, go to the chaise palace."

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Four concubines have been sealed in the palace, two of them have died of Shouyuan, and are sleeping in Dongling. Another concubine is old and rarely appears.

Now when it comes to the concubine, it is naturally Hu Guifei, who is favored by the emperor.

Hu Guifei has already finished her dressing up and is ready to set off at any time.

Her Majesty did not forget to promise her something. After deciding to go to the chessboard to watch chess, she was notified.

Such pampering is indeed rare in the palace, but there is no complacent emotion on her face, but anxiety.

She went to Meihui to watch the game, and she was persuaded because she wanted to see Jing Jiu humiliated by Tong Yan or other masters of chess.

The development of the matter was more wonderful than she thought. Jing Jiu met Tong Yan from the beginning.

What happened next exceeded her imagination.

She kept walking in front of the window and had no mood to look at the begonia flowers outside the window. She said to herself, "What the hell is going on, why haven't you lost?"

Somehow, she suddenly didn't want to go to Qipanshan.

A maid came in a hurry and said, "Your Majesty is coming."

Hu Guifei looked stunned and said, "Aren't you going to Qipanshan?"

The maid looked at her hesitantly and said, "That game is over ..."

Hu Guifei is famous for being naive and straightforward, but she is also extremely intelligent. Seeing the expression of the palace goddess, she guessed the result and shouted, "How is this possible?"

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Tong Yan's white chess did not finally fall on the board, but was gently put back into the chess urn.

The outcome is divided.

Quiet.

The sound of rain dripping from the pavilion's eaves was a bit thrilling.

With a hum, the crowd exploded.

It ’s not an argument, because people do n’t know what to say or how to comment on the game and the final result.

Those voices are interjections or onomatopoeia.

Tong Yan is recognized as the strongest chess player in the world. Even in the eyes of many people, including Guo, he is already the strongest chess player from ancient times to the present.

Today he lost to Jing Jiu.

Who can not be shocked?

Looking at the two people in the pavilion, He Zhan's emotions were a little complicated, and then he calmed down and bowed his head in salute.

The old building of Qin Niang and Shang Shang also saluted.

About half of the people present saluted at the seemingly ordinary low pavilion.

They are expressing their respect and gratitude.

Thank Jing Jiu and Tong Yan for playing this game.

Gu Yuanyuan finally woke up at this time, looking at the surrounding movements, and asked in a daze: "The result came out? Who won?"

Without waiting for someone else to answer, he shook his head arbitrarily and muttered, "Who can win them ..."

At this time, his mind was a little trance, but he had a certain idea in his heart.

People like Jing Jiu and Tong Yan are invincible on the chessboard.

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There is no expression on Tong Yan's tender face, and he looks very unsure, and I don't know how he feels now.

Jing Jiu was still so calm, and did not seem to regard this as too important.

Paying attention to these details, Bai Zao's eyes showed a strange color, and then some unexpectedly discovered that Guo Dong did not know when he had left.

The disciples of Zhongzhou sent by Bai Zao were very lost. They never thought that Brother Tong Yan would lose.

However, the victory and defeat on the chess board was so clear, the brother had already put down the white chess.

There is no excuse, no other reason, just to lose.

Xiang Wanshu is the saddest.

Nominally, he is Tong Yan's younger brother. In fact, regardless of practice or chess, he was taught by Tong Yan himself.

Senior Brother lost, which made him unacceptable for a while.

He remembered Haizhou City a year ago.

At that four-sea banquet, he said a few words, and then attracted the refute of the girl wearing a hat.

Why is there such a game?It should have started from that moment.

Thinking of this, he felt sorry for his life and was even more sad, and he looked subconsciously towards somewhere.

Zhao Layue stood there.

Her eyes fell on the pavilion.

Xiang Wanshu knew that she must be looking at Jing Jiu.

Her temples were slightly wet and she smiled slightly.

Pear blossoms with rain are pitiful.

Livor smiled, how could it not be loved?

Xiang Wanshu saw admiration on her face and saw closeness.

He was more sad.

In addition to Zhao Layue, many people were watching Jing Jiu.

He sat quietly, his expression indifferent, the slightly wet black hair seemed to be a little messy, but it gave his face a sense of beauty, like a fairy.

People have a feeling.

He sits here, but outside the world.

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Tong Yan got up and walked to the side of the bar.

He looked out at the mountain scenery and watched it quietly for a while.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and looked up.

With eyes closed, it is not natural that the eyes are higher than the top.

His eyebrows are sparse.

The rain slowly ran down, slipping over the corner of his eyes and the pale pale face.

People looked away from Jing Jiu and looked at Tong Yan's back, silent.

Tong Yan lost, but he made a chess game that changed the world, and he deserves everyone's respect.

People waited for what he would say.

Today's game is destined to become the most famous and legendary game in history.

At this time, every sentence and every action of him and Jing Jiu will be recorded.

Do not know how long it took, Tong Yan finally spoke.

He didn't turn around, nor did he open his eyes, and there were no undulating statements coming out of his lips, with an indescribable rigid feeling.

"It's no regret to be able to play such a game of chess in this life, what else can you do?"

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Hearing this sentence, a lot of admiration came out of all people's lives.

It's worthy of being a son of Tong Yan, and his style and heart are all in his hands. His love and respect for chess are still so heartbreaking.

But people did not expect that what Tong Yan wanted to say was behind.

"How can it be satisfied?"

Tong Yan's voice trembled extremely hard to detect.

It contained the pain suppressed with great perseverance.

This is the real pain.

"I still lost."

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(When I wrote, I remembered Federer and Natto's five Wimbledon games that year.

Yes, great.

But lost.

Of course pain, of course weep.

In terms of the few good things last year, the revival of cows is an important part. Thank you.)