Leigu Mountain, which used to be peaceful, is now bustling with noise. After Murong Fu and his entourage arrived, many more people came one after another.
Su Xinghe was already sitting in front of a large stone. On the flat stone platform was an exquisite and profound endgame, with black and white intertwined, making it dazzling. This chess game was exactly the Zhenlong chess game played by Wu Yazi.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a young man in white clothes, with a handsome face, gentle and elegant, wearing a golden crown, had the air of a prince, and he was followed by several people of different appearances. This group was naturally the prince of Dali, Duan Yu, and his entourage.
Su Xinghe stood up to greet him and talked for a while. Duan Yu took a look at the chess game on the big stone. He was so happy that he immediately sat down. Everyone around him fell silent and watched quietly.
The two started the game and soon played more than a dozen moves in a row. Su Xinghe had been studying this chess game for decades. Although he had never really broken it, he knew all the chess moves and offensive and defensive changes in the endgame.
, so he was calm and relaxed. On the contrary, although Duan Yu was not weak in chess, he had seen many exquisite chess games in the past, and there were many players who played chess, but at this time, facing Wu Yazi's carefully arranged chess game, he also felt that it was difficult.
, it was quite smooth at first, but after a while, he frowned, every step he took, he had to think hard and think a lot, but this is a rare chess game, there are disasters within disasters, entangled, black and white intertwined, both
Living together, having immortality, fighting back or holding back, flowers gathering in groups of five and six, extremely complicated. Gradually, Duan Yu's mind was wandering, his eyes were blurred, his mind was full of illusions, the chess pieces in his hand were trembling, but he could no longer make a move.
Phew, taking a long breath, Duan Yu woke up suddenly, with sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked at the chess game in front of him with lingering fear. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The old man's chess game is exquisite, but the younger generation is less talented and less knowledgeable, so it is difficult to break it."
"Young Master Duan is astute and clever at chess, but he just failed to think deeper. It's a pity."
Su Xinghe said regretfully, although Duan Yu never really broke the Zhenlong chess game, he still solved dozens of ways. Su Xinghe felt both admiration and a little regret in his heart.
"Everyone, who else is coming?"
"I'll try it too!" Suddenly a dull and strange voice sounded in the valley, coming from nowhere. Everyone nearby looked around in surprise, but they could not see where the person who made the sound was.
Just when they were doubting, four more people came from the depths of the mountain road. These four people had different appearances and strange auras. As soon as they appeared, many people around them exclaimed in surprise.
"They are the four evil men!"
"It's really them. Didn't these devils also receive the invitation?"
Many people were talking quietly, but they didn't dare to make any noise. These four evil men were famous in the world of martial arts and had great martial arts skills, so few people dared to offend them.
The speaker is Duan Yanqing, who has a long history of evil, and is the leader of the four evil men. He is leaning on two slender iron crutches, wearing a green robe, and his face is black and stiff. He seems to have no expression, only a pair of cold eyes.
His eyes are intimidating. This man suffered a catastrophe in his early years, his legs were disabled, his face was completely disfigured, and he could only speak through ventriloquism.
The two sticks moved. Although he was a disabled person, his figure was floating. In the blink of an eye, he was next to the big stone, and his sharp eyes immediately fell towards the chess game.
Duan Yu had dealt with the four evil men before. When he saw Duan Yanqing, his expression changed slightly and he quickly stepped aside.
"Please!" Su Xinghe didn't say much. After uttering a word, he stopped talking and just waited for Duan Yanqing to wait.
The two of them made another killing move, the chess pieces flew around, criss-crossed, and the black and white shot fired into a mass. After a while, Duan Yanqing was trembling all over, sweating profusely, and his mind was confused. The chess game in front of him seemed to have transformed into himself.
Through his whole life experience, he felt that he could neither advance nor retreat, that he could neither be righteous nor evil. It could be said that there was no way forward, and there were troops chasing him. The situation was so dangerous that he had never seen it before, and he suddenly felt that there was no hope for him in life.
This is an unprecedented dangerous situation, because in this precious chess game, the chess game is used to control people and reflect back on themselves. The more obsessed the devil is in his heart, the more difficult it is to break the chess game. Duan Yanqing's life has been full of ups and downs, and the changes between good and evil are extremely complicated.
At that time, the chess game aroused the devil in his heart, and his body was in chaos. He tremblingly raised the iron staff in his hand, and was about to kill himself.
"Brother!" "Boss!" The other villains didn't pay much attention to the chess game, but they were shocked to know that Duan Yanqing had suicidal tendencies.
The onlookers were also puzzled. They did not expect that Duan Yanqing would commit suicide after just playing a game of chess. It was really strange.
However, Duan Yanqing was a well-known evil figure, and these people wished that he would just die like this, so they didn't express anything.
Duan Yuben was watching the two of them playing chess. He was shocked when he suddenly saw such a situation. He was a kind and compassionate person. Even if Duan Yanqing was not a good person, he didn't want to see him die on the spot without having time to think about it.
, the little finger curled up, and with a pop, an invisible sword energy shot out, making a clanging sound. The iron staff in Duan Yanqing's hand trembled, and was deflected away, and with a pop, it penetrated deeply into the bluestone on the side.
With this stab, the slender iron staff sank half a foot into the bluestone, which showed how terrifying the power contained in it was. If it really fell on Duan Yanqing himself, he would probably be dead.
After this move, Duan Yanqing also woke up from his trance. Thinking of the thrilling scene just now, he was horrified. He turned to look at Duan Yu again, his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.
"Oh, no!"
Until then, there was another voice, and when everyone looked, it was an ugly little monk among the Shaolin monks nearby who ran out in a hurry, as if he wanted to save him. He was confused and saw
Duan Yanqing was already out of danger, scratching his head and not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Xuzhu, what are you doing?"
An old monk shouted in a deep voice.
This old monk was none other than Shaolin Xuannan. He had another purpose for his trip, but when he arrived at Leigu Mountain, there was no conflict, so he came with a few juniors from the temple.
"Uncle Master Xuannan, this old man's chess game is really tight. I think it's better for everyone not to play. If someone commits suicide again, it will be very bad."
Although Monk Xu Zhu's voice was not loud, everyone present was a master of martial arts. They had sharp ears and eyes, so they could hear clearly clearly. If you think about it carefully, that was not the case. The incident in Yanqing just now was extremely dangerous. If Duan Yu hadn't intervened,
I'm afraid the only way out is death. Thinking about it this way, the culprit is naturally the chess game in front of me.
"Haha, what this little bald donkey said is true. Su Xinghe, my good senior brother, didn't you just bring out this chess game with the intention of harming others?"
Suddenly there was another sneer next to him, and then he saw a man surrounded by a group of people dressed in different clothes. His silver hair was scattered, but his face was as rosy as a baby. He had an aura of immortality, and he was selling like this.
Quite really impressive.
But everyone took a breath of air-conditioning. Although this person had a good appearance, he was a ruthless figure in the world. The person who came was none other than Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu sect.
Ding Chunqiu was seen sneering continuously as he walked out in a few steps, looking at Su Xinghe with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Senior brother, you have broken your oath. If you die at the hands of the old immortal later, it will settle our grudges."
Ding Chunqiu looked proud, and his voice was sinister and chilling. Su Xinghe's expression moved slightly, but he remained as calm as water. He didn't look as frightened as Ding Chunqiu expected, which made him feel a little suspicious.
"Does Mr. Su have anything to rely on? That's not right. I know his skills very well. He will definitely not be my opponent. Could it be that there are so many people here today that I, Ding Chunqiu, dare not do anything to him in public?
A killer? Hehe, I, the old immortal Xingxiu, do whatever I want, so how can I be a stickler for the rules? Although there are many of them, how many of them dare to stand up? "
Ding Chunqiu's thoughts swirled in his mind, and he soon calmed down, showing a life-or-death attitude, asking himself that it would be impossible for Su Xinghe to escape from his murderous hand today.
"Hmph, Ding Chunqiu, you, a scoundrel who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors, will one day receive his retribution."
Su Xinghe snorted coldly, his eyes were cold and murderous.
Ding Chunqiu gave a strange laugh, but did not answer. Instead, he turned his eyes and saw a few people around Su Xinghe, "Hey, very good, wonderful. I didn't expect that some of my nephews also came together. This saves the time."
I've put in a lot of effort, uncle, so you guys can go on the road today with your old immortal master."
What he was talking about was naturally the disciples of Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu. Ever since the battle at Juxian Village, these people, under Xue Muhua's instigation, returned to Leigu Mountain and paid a visit to Su Xinghe. They thought they would fall short again, but they didn't expect
Su Xinghe actually took them back into his sect, so naturally everyone was happy. When they met Ding Chunqiu, they felt a little scared, but they also felt that if they could really die together with their master, this life would be worthwhile.
Then the fear in their hearts was eliminated, and everyone looked at Ding Chunqiu with firm faces and cold eyes, indifferently and quite a bit majestic.
"Ding Chunqiu, the grievances between us will be settled on their own, so we won't be busy for a while. Is there anyone else among you who wants to come up and give it a try?"
Su Xinghe felt confident and ignored Ding Chunqiu, saying loudly.
"Amitabha, the poor monk heard about Mr. Congbian's chess game meeting and came uninvited, hoping to see Haihan."
A calm and peaceful sound sounded, and a monk in yellow clothes walked slowly, his feet were fluttering, his face was shining, and he looked like an eminent monk. He was Jiumozhi, the master of Tubo.
"It turns out to be His Excellency Dairin Myōō. It turns out that Myōō is very good. How about you please sit down and play a game of chess?"
When Su Xinghe saw this person, his heart moved, he understood his identity, and said with a smile.
Just as Jiumozhi was about to nod, his eyes suddenly lit up and he chuckled and said, "So Mr. Murong is also here, why don't you go out and play chess?"
Murong Fu's eyes were filled with light, and it swept across Jiumozhi's body. His divine light shone brightly, and he nodded secretly in his heart.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I really admire the great wisdom and perseverance of the Imperial Master. As for this Zhenlong chess game, it is better for the Imperial Master to compete with Mr. Su. Since I am not very good at chess, I will not come forward to join in the fun."
Hearing what Murong Fu said, others were a little confused. Only Jiumozhi was clear-minded and was amazed by Murong Fu's vision.