The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 150: There is always a thunderbolt

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There are various gambling methods in Chengguo Mansion's gambling game.

Only those who are extremely gamblers will bet on the final winner of the chess club from the beginning, usually in the order of the game.

Jingshang is a very cautious and prudent person, so he naturally did the same, betting a large sum of money until the first game. In his mind, Jing Jiu was the number one chess player in the Four Seas Banquet last year, and if he dared to say that, his chess skills must be good. Even if he couldn't get the final victory, it should be easy to win several games in a row.

Who would have thought that in his first game of chess, he would meet Tong Yan, who was impossible to defeat.

The steward naturally knew what happened on Qipan Mountain, and said sympathetically, "The result hasn't come out yet, sir, don't worry."

The well merchant knew that it was irreversible, so he calmed down a bit, bowed his hands, and walked into the Duke's mansion.

The back garden of the Duke's Mansion was already full of people, and half of the dignified princes and nobles in Chaoge City were present.

But they didn't stand at the front today.

Those standing in the front are all chess masters, pointing at the wall in front of them.

The owner of the Chunxi Chess Hall is not even qualified to speak, so he can only laugh with him.

There is a huge chessboard hanging on the wall, and next to it are the names and odds of the two sides in the game. The handwriting should be written not long ago.

The well merchant was not in the mood to look at it at all, and stood behind the crowd, silently calculating the matter of selling the property afterwards.

Since there is no doubt that he will lose, even if Jing Jiu's odds are higher, what's the point

At this moment, the sound of discussion in front of the garden attracted his attention.

"Why did this step fall here, does anyone want to understand?"

"Put it back again, I always feel that there is something wrong with that little star."

"Two steps back."

"Not enough, take ten steps back first, let me think about it again."

Master Guo got up, walked to the big chessboard, took down a dozen chess pieces, made several changes, turned around and looked at the crowd and said, "Do you understand now?"

Those princes and nobles who participated in the gambling game, although they can play chess, their chess skills are naturally average, and they don't understand what he means at all.

The dozen or so national players from Chaoge City were thoughtful.

After a while, an old man tremblingly said: "So it is like this!"

More and more national players understood the meaning of Guo Dashi, that is, they understood the beauty of that move, and the exclamation kept coming and going, and they were full of admiration.

Cheng Guogong said: "It's still a great scholar, who can even understand this move."

Master Guo smiled wryly and said: "I only understood the meaning of those two a few steps ahead of you, what a great person. I have told you long ago that Tong Yan's chess strength and level have never been seen in ancient and modern times, and Jing Jiu's level is also unmatched. Far surpassing you and me, you just don't believe it, what about now?"

At this time, he was convinced that his guess was correct, Tong Yan didn't try his best in the chess game outside the Old Plum Garden that day.

In this case, he still had no choice but to admit defeat in the middle of the game. The gap was too great.

Jingshang stood behind the crowd, already stunned.

According to Master Guo's words, could it be that Jing Jiu and Tong Yan are in contact? How can this be

He picked up a hot towel from the tray held by the maid, wiped his face vigorously, and then looked towards the big chessboard on the wall.

But after taking a second glance, he felt dazzled and couldn't understand at all. In desperation, he casually reached out and grabbed someone and asked, "What is the situation now?"

The man said, "You ask me, who am I to ask?"

Jing Shang said: "Don't those national players in front have any opinion?"

The man said: "Today they are like you and me, they can't even understand chess, so how can they tell the outcome."

Someone listened to this and laughed and said: "It depends on the outcome? The scholar said that Immortal Master Tong Yan's attainments in chess can be called the number one person in history. How could he lose?"

Jingshang was a little annoyed, and said, "Speaking so firmly, can you understand this game of chess?"

On the chessboard hill.

As time passed, those clumps of wild plums had been trampled into dust, but still no one could understand the game of chess in the pavilion.

One had to look at those few who had the potential to understand the chess game.

Que Niang bit her lip, still thinking about the move she made a long time ago, maybe because she was so engrossed in thinking about it, she didn't even notice that her lip was bitten.

Shang Jiulou closed his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he was chanting silently.

They have no intention of winning or losing for a long time, the reason why they are still engrossed in the chess game, they don't hesitate to waste their minds and think hard, just want to understand this game.

Just wanting to keep up with Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's thinking is really a very hard job.

By this time, one has been able to accurately judge the level of chess strength.

Gu Yuanyuan was as famous as Que Niang and Shang Jiulou, but he was obviously a little weaker, so he was the most embarrassed, his face was pale, and his whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

He just felt that this game of chess was terrible.

Those two people who played chess were terrible.

He Zhan looked at him, shook his head sympathetically, and wanted to drink, only to find that the jug was already empty, and couldn't help but feel very depressed.

The chess game in the pavilion has entered the middle stage, and he can still keep up with Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's rhythm and understand their thinking.

It was also because of this that he clearly knew that if he was the one in the pavilion at this time, no matter whether he was holding black or white, he would have lost.

Looking at the two people in the pavilion again, he felt a crushing defeat and a lot of admiration.

At this point in the game, just half an hour has passed.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's move speed was not particularly fast, but neither of them had passed the long test, and the game went very smoothly.

There was a breeze, and a green leaf was rolled up and danced into the pavilion, and fell on the chessboard.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan's eyes fell on the green leaf, and then they raised their heads.

They looked at each other, confirmed their eyes, and put the chess pieces back into the small urn at the same time.

The game is suspended.

Tea is served in the pavilion.

Jing Jiu and Tong Yan were holding teacups, standing by the fence, looking into the distance beyond the mountain, without talking to each other.

People looked at this scene and remained silent.

The board continues.

The wind picked up again, stronger than before.

Clouds came over Chaoge City, covering the sun, and the mountain air became cooler.

The atmosphere between the venues also became more tense.

All was quiet.

No one dared to make a sound.

The chess game has reached the middle stage, and the chess pieces are getting denser. Anyone who knows no chess knows that the two sides will officially meet in the end.

Tong Yan started her first long exam.

After a hundred breaths, he made a decision.

He grabbed the white piece with three fingers, and stretched it awkwardly towards the board.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or the world has sensed the danger of this move and the infinite murderous intent in it...

The clouds on Qipanshan suddenly twisted, and a flash of lightning appeared in the depths of the clouds.

The white piece landed lightly on the board.

There was a loud bang.

Thunder rang.