The Path Toward Heaven

There were people outside the pavilion, and a few clumps of wild plum were trampled.

Many others are coming here, and there is some confusion in Qipanshan.

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

Pursuing with him, Curious asked, "Aren't you going to play chess?"

He Zhan shook his head and said, "No."

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

"Isn't you afraid of being disqualified."

"D."

He Zhan pointed at the two people in the pavilion and said, "Who is in the mood to play chess when they come out like this?"

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This is the most anticipated match at the May Fair.

People thought that this match would take a few days to happen, or it would not happen at all.

Who knows that at a moment everyone didn't expect, this game started.

It's like a story, it's just the beginning, it suddenly reached the climax part, this is really exciting.

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

Participants in the chess game can no longer control their emotions.

The oldest building left the pavilion was Gu Yuanyuan and Que Niang, and then more and more participants walked out of the pavilion.

Even those games that have already started have stopped.

The entire chessboard mountain has only one game now.

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He Guogong listened to the reports of his subordinates, but said helplessly: "That's it. The game that has already begun must be closed, and the rest will be discussed after the game is finished."

Subordinate officials were a little worried and said, "What if this game takes three days and three nights?"

He Guogong said with a smile: "At Tong Yan's level, it took so long to win Jingu Jiu? As long as Jingjiu doesn't play those overcast tricks and time."

The official said a little unsurely: "I heard that this time the great figures of the Zhongzhou faction and the Qingshan sect have all started a real fire. What if Jingu Jiu really delays time?"

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

The official thought to himself, if Jing Jiuzhen acted like Jingyang, how could he come to participate in the May Fair and still compete with others under the watchful eyes of so many people?

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The guess of Meihui chess match is no different from that of ordinary chess games.

The only difference is that both players are monks, and they can try to see the number of pawns in each other's hands with their own sense of mind.

Of course, the other party can also use the consciousness to shield, but ultimately it depends on who has the strong consciousness.

This is another fairness in a sense, but it also means that the competition will start before the game.

Countless eyes fell on Tong Yan's hands.

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

But across a distance of more than ten feet, everyone could feel a milky flame between Tong Yan's hands.

Those flames represent a very strong and pure true element, which should be a manifestation of the innate mysticism of the Zhongzhou School to a high level.

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

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

Are you sure you can see the odds and evens? This is too arrogant.

Tong Yan didn't get angry, but just looked at Jing Jiu's eyes colder and said, "I use Baizi."

Actively choosing white can be understood as his habit of post-manipulation, but also as contempt and disregard.

——Although there is a close match, in the eyes of many people, the first move is always more important.

"Three."

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

There is no need to say even single or double.

The crowd rose 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 it for granted.

He reached for a black chess and placed it on the board.

Thirty-three.

There was a sigh of sound outside the kiosk.

It's not a problem with this move.

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

People who just watch chess are really looking forward to this game. They always want to see what is special and what a shocking choice.

Of course, people are also very clear, unless Jing Jiu directly drops the chess piece on Tianyuan or the corner, otherwise it is just a start, what can be special?

There was a bang, and Tong Yan didn't even think about it. He picked up a white chess and posted it.

Jing Jiu's response was quick, and the second black landed in the blank space in the upper left corner.

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Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

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Quiet, only the sound of chess pieces falling on the board can be heard.

Countless high-profile matches started like this.

The degree of the two of them is not happy or slow. After a few breaths, they will fall.

The black and white pieces on the board slowly increased.

No one is stupid enough to sigh at this time, and no one is stupid enough to start questioning at this time.

The situation on the chessboard is very common, and the position where the black and white pawns fall is very common. Who can see the good, and who can see the bad?

But people still feel weird, because the start of this match is so unusual, no surprises, no surprises.

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

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's chess game is like two people standing opposite each other, each playing a move, but never cutting swords to each other, or using Fabao to blast to each other.

What people are most puzzled about is that they also did not feel that the two were storing their swords and scoring Zhenyuan, preparing to make a big move later.

Zhao Layue didn't know much about chess, but felt nothing.

I knew a little about chess, so I didn't understand it.

The game was too ordinary.

Not worthy of the names of Tong Yan and Jing Jiu.

The distant crowd gradually began to whisper.

"How is this going?"

"It looks average at this level."

"Don't the boy Yan Yan want to make Aoyama Zong too shameful, so he stays strong?"

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The disciples of Nanwang and Qingshan have already come to Qipanshan and did not approach the pavilion and stood in the woods farther away.

Listening to the arguments, some disciples' expressions changed slightly, and they forgot to forget southward.

Disciples Aoyama didn't know much about Qin Qi calligraphy and painting, and they didn't know whether those people's arguments were true.

"a bunch of idiots."

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

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People who come to Qipanshan today, either young disciples who are going to participate in chess battles, or teachers and teachers who come to watch chess are all people who love chess.

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Someone noticed something strange.

Outside the kiosk.

Shangjiulou and Que Niang looked at the chessboard, their expressions were extremely dignified, as they were close to the enemy, they were more nervous than they were playing chess.

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

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