Volume II Guashan Fengyun Chapter 96 Bet big with him
When everyone heard this, they also thought this was a good idea.
This inner sect disciple is already in his forties, but his cultivation is only at the Hard and Soft Realm. He is not outstanding in the inner sect, all because he is too devoted to chess. Many inner sect disciples know him, and he is very good at chess.
There are indeed few people above him. So if you let him compete with his chess skills, he should have a great chance of winning.
But at this time, Ye Rongzhen rolled his eyes and said to the white-faced man: "Senior must be extremely proficient in the six arts regardless of his martial arts skills. If it is only a one-time competition, it will be a bit bully, and the junior will be bold.
, please give us three chances. If we lose in all three competitions, then we lose. If we are lucky enough to win once, then we win. And if the senior wins, the junior is willing to lose this thing to the senior!"
As he spoke, he took out something from his arms, which was a manuscript.
"This is the true meaning of the demon way. It was written down by my father in his spare time while listening to the words of the gods of heaven and earth. It records the true moral meaning of demon cultivation!"
Ye Rongzhen said with a faint smile, but her eyes were fixed on that person, but the latter laughed at this moment and said: "What a smart girl, you are trying to tell me that you have a strong backer, which makes me feel happy."
You have scruples, and at the same time test my identity. However, no matter how high your father's cultivation is, there is no way he can enter this secret realm of Yunshan, unless he can get rid of the mortal body and cultivate into the realm of earthly immortals. And there is no need for you to test my identity again.
But I am also quite moved by the true meaning of the demon in your hand. You are my juniors, so I agree with the rules you said. In addition, I cannot take advantage of the juniors. If you win, I will give those three to you.
I lost the Taoist talisman to you."
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Ye Rongzhen also hurriedly agreed.
The next moment, the inner disciple who was proficient in chess slowly walked out, bowed to the white-faced man, and said, "I want to test my chess skills with my senior."
The white-faced man nodded, and then waved his hand. The thick fog in front of him suddenly dispersed, and a set of chess equipment appeared. The chess equipment was made of wooden plates and jade pieces, which looked extremely expensive.
Everyone was quite impressed by the white-faced man's methods, and the inner disciple who was proficient in chess skills sat aside, and both sides held chess pieces and began to play.
Many of the Guashan disciples are well versed in chess theory, even Xing Tian is quite knowledgeable in this way. As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement but insiders know the rules, but after the two of them played against each other, everyone saw that the inner disciple's chess skills were really superb.
As soon as the move was made, it was smooth and flowing, black and white, attacking and killing in an orderly manner. At first, everyone was still worried, but as time went by, they unconsciously became immersed in this game.
Even Ye Rongzhen was standing aside, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, which matched her daughter's beauty and slender figure, which was even more eye-catching. It was a pity that everyone present was paying attention to the chess game.
Such beautiful scenery but no one appreciates it.
Speaking of chess, it is also a skill that many people in the inner sect of Guashan Sect practice.
Xingtian is now Mr. Jiu of the inner sect, and he can often get Mr. Tingyu’s explanations about martial arts. The journey of a warrior’s cultivation is not static. Below the Tongqiao realm, everyone is studying martial arts, tempering the body, consolidating the true energy, and refining the energy.
Rest, this is an eternal truth.
Once you enter the realm of Tongqiao, you can't just rely on martial arts to improve your martial arts. It should be noted that warriors in the Tongqiao realm use Qi to connect the seven orifices and enhance the five senses. What they practice is divine method. This divine method is also a kind of martial arts.
But it is very different from ordinary martial arts. Some people can practice magical methods from the perspective of music, just like the second senior brother Li Moye. Once his "Empty Mountain Ming Stream" is played, it is like thousands of sharp knives sweeping across it.
Killing people invisible. It is also like the fourth senior brother Yuan Bikong, who cultivates the way of the divine painter, the brush and ink rise together, and the magic symbols eat the sky. And the elder brother Du Yu cultivates the way of chess. Xing Tian heard the elder brother say that one person is a game.
, there is no same game in eternity, black and white take turns to be renewed with each passing day, chess contains the principles of the movement of heaven and earth, if you understand the way of chess, your martial arts realm will naturally advance by leaps and bounds.
Therefore, there are many inner disciples who study music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
In the inner sect, perhaps Mr. Du Yu is the best in chess, and the disciples of the inner sect who are fighting with pieces at the moment may be ranked behind Mr. Du Yu.
Time flies, half a day has passed, and this chess game has only passed the half-game, but the Guashan inner disciple is sweating on his forehead. Not only him, but other Guashan disciples, including Ye Rongzhen, are getting more and more ugly, but this is
The chess situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for their side.
After a while, Xing Tian, who was watching the chess game, sighed in his heart. Even he could see that his side had lost.
Sure enough, the inner disciple struggled for a long time before gently putting down the chess piece in his hand, bowing and saying: "This junior has lost!"
No one could have imagined that the white-faced man's chess skills were so high, which could be described as superb. But since they lost, everyone in the Guashan Sect could only think of ways to make a comeback in the second competition.
But they were busy raising funds for a while. This white-faced man was so good at chess that he must be good at other skills as well.
All the inner disciples shook their heads and said nothing, obviously without confidence. At this time, Ye Rong gritted his teeth, but walked forward and said: "Senior, in the second game, I will compete with you, let's compare the rhythm!
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"Okay!" The white-faced man didn't talk nonsense. He waved his big sleeves again and there was a guqin in front of him. At this time, everyone saw that the clothes he was wearing were not ordinary. It might be the 'Qiankun Sleeve'. If so
In this way, this piece of clothing is also a spiritual weapon. It can store things in the sleeves, so it is naturally extremely precious. Even the Guashan disciples have only read about it in classics, but this is the first time they have seen this kind of 'Qiankun Sleeve'.
"This is the burnt-wood guqin. Girl, can you give me a comparison?" the white-faced man said leisurely.
Ye Rongzhen is indeed proficient in music, but she can't help but feel a little lack of confidence at this moment, but now she can only force herself to compete.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Senior, let's play a piece of music each. After listening to each other's reprise, see if there are any mistakes. Naturally, the one who makes more mistakes will lose!"
"Well, that's fine, then you go first!" the white-faced man said.
Ye Rongzhen also knew that she came first to take advantage, but she was not pretentious. Instead, she stepped forward and sat in front of the piano, stretched out her onion-like fingers and pressed them on the strings. She pondered for a moment and then played the strings.
The strings suddenly burst into wonderful sounds, and the music turned thousands of times. Even people who are not familiar with music find Ye Rongzhen's music very pleasant and pleasant to the ear.
Xing Tian looked at Ye Rongzhen who was playing the piano and listened to the wonderful music, but he unconsciously thought of a beautiful figure.
exquisite!
Back then in Wajin Village, she played the piano for herself like this, and he was Linglong's close friend. Xingtian knew that he might not be very proficient in music, but at least as a listener, he could still hear the player's mood.
Slowly, Xing Tian fell into memories. In his mind, he only had the small courtyard full of vines like Wajin Village, the exquisite and sweet music. And the exquisite figure slowly overlapped with Ye Rongzhen in front of him.
Time's eyes were dull, and he was actually looking at it in a daze.
His reaction was seen by several inner disciples, but they secretly thought that Mr. Ninth was bold enough to look at Miss Ye with such eyes.
Ye Rongzhen, who was playing the piano, seemed to feel Xing Tian's gaze. He glanced sideways and saw a look full of admiration.
"Why does he look at me like this? My father said that Xingtian has unparalleled talents, superb painting skills, and a calm mind. I thought he just had poor cultivation, but I didn't expect that he was actually a disciple!" Ye Rong has never been seen like this before.
, but she almost lost her position. Fortunately, the current situation was critical and she had to win this round, so she ignored Xing Tian's adoring eyes and concentrated on playing the piano.
After the song was over, Xing Tiancai woke up from his memories. Naturally, he was not aware of the 'gaffe' just now. He thought of Linglong, and also thought that one year had passed since the three-year appointment in the imperial capital, and he even felt that
Time is running out, and in the remaining two years, he must improve his cultivation at all costs.
"Wonderful, wonderful, this song is like the sound of a fairy, and you girl is also extraordinary. Then listen to me playing the piano for a while, and then we can each play the music we just played!" After the white-faced man finished speaking, he sat down in front of the piano and began to play.
A piece of music with the same elegant artistic conception makes people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze when listening to it.
After the two people finished playing the piano, they each relied on their memory and piano skills to play the other's music again. These two pieces of music were obviously created by each other, and it was also the first time they heard it. They had to repeat it after hearing it only once, which is quite difficult.
Know.
First it was Ye Rongzhen. She had just finished listening to the other party's music and her memory was still fresh in her mind, so she played the piano. There was only one syllable error at the end of the song, which was extremely rare.
Ye Rongzhen was quite satisfied with her performance, but she stood up and asked the white-faced man to sit down.
She secretly thought to herself that the music she played was extremely complicated, and the other party had only heard it once. Even if she could not forget it, it would be impossible for her to reproduce a perfect syllable. As long as the other party made two mistakes, that would be
I won.
But when the white-faced man finished stroking the song, Ye Rong really didn't notice anything wrong with him. It was as if he had played the song himself.
There is no doubt that she also lost.
This white-faced man is superb and unpredictable in both chess and piano skills. Although all the Guashan disciples admired them deeply, the current situation was extremely critical, because if they lost even the third game, then
There is no chance at all.
"What is the competition in this third game? Who will compete?" Ye Rongzhen glanced at the inner disciples and asked in a low voice.
The others were hesitating and hesitating, obviously there was nothing they could do. The current situation was to fight, they didn't dare to fight, and they couldn't beat them. But compared to the others, the white-faced man seemed to know everything and couldn't defeat the opponent at all.
At this moment, someone said: "Why don't you let me try this third round!"
Everyone was happy at first, but they saw clearly that the person who spoke had a strange look on his face. Needless to say, the person speaking was Xing Tian, who had always been despised in their eyes.
Ye Rong really thought about the abrupt and even bold and intrusive look in her eyes just now, and she felt very annoyed. However, she still didn't say the harsh words she wanted to say, but she suddenly thought of Xing Tian's look, and her heart softened for some reason.
Then he asked: "You? What can you compare with? Is it your painting skills?"
Everyone knows that Mr. Xingtian's painting skills are very high, and for a while everyone's hearts also ignited a glimmer of hope. Unexpectedly, Xingtian shook his head and said: "If the other party painted that magic talisman, it means that the other party's painting skills may not be better than mine."
Poor, although I am confident, I am only 20% sure, the chance is too low, so I will not compare my painting skills!"
"Then what are you competing for?"
Xing Tian smiled and said: "I bet with him, big or small!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to recommend it as a registered member of Piaotian Literature. Your support is my biggest motivation.)