"I've been looking forward to playing against you."
In front of the chessboard, Mu Jiuri opened the chessboard and said.
"It's really an honor for me."
"Your chess skills are very high, I can see that."
"Brother's chess strength is not low."
"Hahaha, isn't it low... It's been a long time since anyone described me like that."
At this time, the chief referee came over to help the two of them guess.
The end result is that Jiang Beiran is black, and Mu Jiuri is white.
Taking the chessboard with the white stones in it, Mu Jiuri said, "Then shall we begin?"
"Please." Jiang Beiran smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, Mu Jiuri picked up the white piece and landed it on the star position on the chessboard.
But he didn't expect his seemingly light movement to shatter the white piece and the chessboard together.
This action caused a burst of discussion among the audience, who did not understand what he meant by this action.
"Sorry, I'm a little excited... I used too much force." Mu Jiuri said to the chief referee with an apologetic face.
Although the chief referee didn't understand why he was so excited to play chess, he still said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go and get you a new chessboard."
But at this moment, Jiang Beiran suddenly said, "Don't bother."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Mu Jiuri on the opposite side suddenly lit up.
Looking directly at Mu Jiuri, Jiang Beiran said, "Brother Mu wants to play blindfold chess with me."
"Hahahaha! Sure enough, bosom friends always appear unexpectedly. Unexpectedly, Brother Jiang understands me so well. That's right, that's exactly what I mean!"
"I'll accompany you." Jiang Beiran looked at the chief referee and said, "Can you?"
The referee looked at the two and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Sure." Both of them nodded at the same time.
"Okay, then I will record it for you."
"Trouble."
'Sure enough, the safety factor of playing chess, which does not attract the attention of the strong, is still very high. '
Seeing that the system didn't mean to jump out of the option at all, Jiang Bei couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but after thinking about it, even if the system really jumped at this kind of node, winning the game is the safe option.
After all, decent people are now waiting for a leader to boost morale. If people know that he released water at this critical moment after returning, then he will be in real trouble.
All the people present were cultivators, and all of them had sharp eyes and ears, so they naturally heard the content of the conversation between the two.
"Play blindfold?"
"That disciple is so courageous. He clearly knows our Senior Brother Jiu Ri's abilities, yet he dares to play so boldly."
"I don't think he is brave, but he went to the doctor in a hurry. Anyway, he is losing. It's better to lose decently."
"Hey, don't go too far, your senior brothers call him bosom friends, what are you talking about here?"
"Our senior brother is being polite."
"Stop arguing! The match has begun."
In the gazebo, Mu Jiuri took out a folding fan from his sleeve, and said with a little emptiness: "Four hold sixteen, the upper right star position."
After listening, Jiang Beiran replied: "Three hold four small eyes."
"Sixteen to four."
"Sixteen to seventeen."
…
The two of them did not hesitate when they "made the ball", and the chief referee who was in charge of recording couldn't help shouting: "Can you two slow down a little?"
Mu Jiuri waved his folding fan and said, "It's okay, we will resume the game later, Brother Jiang, do you have any objections?"
"I'm OK."
"Have a good time, then let's continue, seventeen and fourteen, Xiao Fei hangs."
"Six to three, Da Fei guards the corner."
…
Many of the audience knew Go, but at the beginning they could generate a game record in their minds based on the conversation between the two, but as the two "played" faster and faster, their minds were completely confused.
Yin Jianghong nodded, because he was the one who taught Mu Jiuri Go, which shows that he is also very good at Go, and he has no problem keeping up with the two players who are playing Go.
"Wonderful... I didn't expect that child to play chess so aggressively. Jiu Ri really met his opponent."
Guan Shi'an also kept generating the game records in the dialogue between the two in his mind, but he quickly gave up. After all, he can only be regarded as a Go enthusiast at best, and he can't play such difficult things as blind chess.
Wuduo Jinhua didn't understand Go at all, so she could only sit there anxiously, looking left and right, and found that all the disciples of Lanxintang around her were also frowning, obviously embarrassed.
"No... I can't keep up. Brother Jiang is really good at chess. No wonder he is grabbed every time in the auditorium to play chess with him."
At this time, Ning Weizhi of Lanxintang opened his eyes and exhaled, rubbing his temples non-stop.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yu Guimiao asked, "Senior brother, how difficult is this blind chess?"
After hearing this, Ning Weizhi replied: "Blind chess not only has extremely high requirements for chess skills, but also requires a strong memory. It is very difficult to remember every move on the board. Few disciples can do it."
"Oh~" Yu Guimiao nodded, and looked back at the other four.
'Brother is really amazing! '
After a stick of incense passed, only two people in the stands could keep up with Jiang Beiran and Mu Jiuri.
One is Mo Xia, and the other is Yin Jianghong.
"Oh~ what a pity."
When all the suzerains closed their eyes and pretended to understand, Yin Jianghong suddenly sighed.
"What's wrong?" Guan Shi'an asked beside him.
"You are really a bit of a genius in the decent school. What's the name of the person who played chess with my son Nine Days?"
Before Guan Shi'an could speak, Lu Yinlong, who was sitting not far from him, said, "Jiang Beiran is a disciple of my Guixin Sect."
"Talent, but I can't feel any cultivation in him. Is it so deep? You Guixin Sect still have this kind of exercise? It's very powerful."
As a Xuanzong, he was a little surprised that he couldn't see through Jiang Beiran with his profound knowledge.
After hearing this, Lu Yinlong replied directly: "Master Yin has misunderstood. Beiran has never practiced any techniques to hide aura, and his cultivation level is the fifth level of qi training."
"What!?" Yin Jianghong was shocked, "This kid is as smart as a ghost, but he has no talent in cultivation?"
"I'm laughing."
"Hahahaha! What a wonderful disciple, interesting, interesting!"
In the gazebo, Mu Jiuri had long since lost his demeanor and calmness at the beginning, and the fan in his hand was almost deformed by him at this moment.
"Qizhi... No, let me think again."
"Don't worry, brother Mu can think about it slowly."
"Hoo... hoo..."
In an instant, hundreds of ways to play appeared in Mu Jiuri's mind, but without exception, they were all dead ends! This made him gasp involuntarily.
"I'm going to lose? Impossible... How could I lose."
While thinking, Mu Jiuri reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but it didn't help, he still couldn't think of any way out.
Although the disciples in the stands could no longer understand chess, they could still understand the atmosphere. At this moment, Mu Jiuri in the gazebo was frowning, the folding fan in his hand was almost bent, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.
On the other hand, Jiang Beiran on the other side really stood out for his calmness.
"Is that disciple going to win!?"
"Really!? Can anyone really defeat that monster?"
"Look at Mu Jiuri's appearance, it's obvious that he can't hold on anymore."
…
Hearing the people behind him starting to talk, Mu Yao raised her profound energy and shouted loudly to the back: "What are you arguing about! How could my brother Jiuri lose! If you keep arguing, I will kill you!"
Mu Yao has also had a bad reputation in the past two days. After being yelled at by her like this, the disciples behind her had no choice but to shut up.
But she can't control the people on the other side of the stand.
A few decent disciples wondered and asked, "What's the name of that disciple? Which sect?"
"Cough!" Wu Qingce coughed lightly. As the leader of Guixin Sect's disciples, he thought it would be strange if he didn't stand up to answer this kind of question at this time.
The light cough attracted the attention of others, and Wu Qingce replied: "That person is my Guixin Sect disciple, named Jiang Beiran, you have to remember it well, Mu Jiuri's invincible golden body seems to have something to do today." Maybe it will be broken by my Guixin Sect first."
"Who said my brother Jiuri was going to lose! My surname is Wu! Believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Although there was a square away, Mu Yao still heard Wu Qingce's words, and immediately stood up and shouted towards this side.
Wu Qingce didn't show any weakness at this time. He was worried about being scolded by his seniors just now, so he didn't refute their words at the beginning. Now that such an opportunity to flatter his seniors was in front of him, how could he easily let it go!
So he also stood up and responded with profound energy: "I just said it's possible, Miss Mu don't need to be so excited."
"Joke! My Brother Nine Rides will lose?"
"If you are a person, you will lose. No one can be invincible forever."
After saying this sentence, Wu Qingce silently added a sentence in his heart, 'except senior brother. '
"You still dare to say it, okay! I'll tear your mouth open right now!" After Mu Yao finished speaking, she put all her strength into her feet, and actually rushed towards Wu Qingce directly.
"Good job! Anyway, I'm going to fight you later, so it doesn't matter if it's a little earlier."
After Wu Qingce finished speaking, he was about to pull out Wanjun.
"Nonsense!"
Just when the two were about to fight, Lu Yinlong and Yin Jianghong shouted at the same time.
Mu Yao is not afraid of the sky, not of the earth, but of her own father. Hearing her father's tone seems to be serious, Mu Yao has no choice but to put away her sword and fall to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Yao picked up Jianyao and pointed at Wu Qingce, "Just wait! You'll be the one to look at in the competition later!"
"I will return this sentence to you as it is! One more sentence, you will lose today."
"Okay! I hope you can continue to talk like this when you are on stage later."
After Mu Yao finished speaking, she sat back in her seat, but her small face was still full of anger, and her eyes kept looking towards Yin Jianghong, as if she was asking why she was stopped.
But Yin Jianghong just glared at her and made her stop.
On the other side, Lu Yinlong looked at Wu Qingce with admiration, and said with emotion in his heart: "It's exactly the same as when I was young, good!" That's how it should be, you can never lose in momentum! '
At the end of the small farce outside, the "battle" inside the pavilion also came to an end.
The folding fan in Mu Jiuri's hand had been completely broken by him, and the thoughtful look on his face gradually faded.
"me… "
Mu Jiuri opened his mouth and said "I" for a long time, but he couldn't say those two words.
Knowing that Mu Jiuri had given up, Jiang Beiran cupped his hands at him and said, "I've accepted."
Then he said to the chief referee on the side: "Please bring a new chessboard, and I will help you replay the game."
"Okay! I'll get it right away!"
The chief referee was the one who covered up the Moon Sect, and he felt very uncomfortable when he had been announcing the victory of the Demon Cult's disciples. Now that a decent disciple finally won the championship, he also became happy.
After a while, a new chessboard was brought over.
"Please use it," said the referee.
"Thank you." Nodding to the chief referee, Jiang Beiran began to place pieces on the new chessboard.
In the stands, seeing Jiang Beiran starting to resume the game, everyone knew that the result had come out, because Mu Jiuri's distraught appearance clearly meant that he had lost.
"We won! Haha, we really won!"
All the decent disciples cheered in unison.