"Master, what should we do now?" Gou Chen frowned.
Gou Chen saw a lot of malice in the eyes of the saints and hundreds of thousands of participating literary cultivators, and everyone looked at Gu Hai coldly.
The saints all over the sky obviously want literary cultivators from all over the world to attack Guhai and make it infamy for thousands of years.
At the Halloween Convention, one must be recommended by a saint to enter the Wendao Temple. Nowadays, no saint is willing to recommend it. This is like looking at Gu Hai with revenge for killing his father. How can it be compared?
Gu Hai glanced at Lord Daqian in the distance. Seeing that Lord Daqian's expression had not changed, he took a deep breath and said, "Things are indeed very bad, but it may not be the end of the road. I'll go to the chess fighting area first!"
"But……!"
"The three of you are responsible for carefully observing the contestants of piano, calligraphy, and painting, and picking out their masterpieces. We will talk about it when the time comes. Do your best and obey fate!" Gu Hai ordered.
"Yes!" Gouchen, Changsheng, and Ziwei smiled bitterly.
All the Daqian contestants were at a loss. What does this mean? Continue to support Gu Hai?
It shouldn’t be. Now that all the saints are angry with Gu Hai, is it necessary to continue to support him? Will these saints be able to recommend Gu Hai in the end? It’s impossible.
Everyone felt bitter and looked at Gu Hai with some jealousy, wondering how he was so lucky.
No matter what, the will of the Holy One cannot be transferred, and everyone is preparing for the competition in each area step by step.
Chess fighting area.
Ninth Young Master presided over the chess match, and soon there were about 10,000 people choosing to play chess.
Chess fight. Among hundreds of thousands of literary practitioners, in the end, the number of people fighting in chess is the smallest.
"Mr. Gu, we meet again!" Ninth Young Master said with a smile.
"We were farewell in the past. The ninth master came back and was fine. Can he find a substitute?" Gu Hai said with a smile.
"Substitute? Easier said than done. Forget about anything else, Mr. Gu, be careful later!" Ninth Young Master said with a smile.
Gu Hai nodded.
There were about 10,000 people, and they were numbered in the blink of an eye, and Guhai was numbered No. 1.
"Chess players, a game is set to last for an hour. When the hour comes, the winner will be determined immediately! Don't wait until it's too late!" Ninth Young Master shouted.
"Yes!" Thousands of chess practitioners responded.
Guhai bowed slightly.
Slowly, thousands of chess practitioners sat down.
The chess pieces were laid out and the pieces started to fall immediately.
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"…………
The entire chess fighting area resounded with a series of sounds of moves.
At this moment, the saints all over the sky looked down curiously, especially Gu Hai's game of chess. After all, others could not remember it, but Gu Hai was deeply remembered.
I can't help but remember this contestant. He is too arrogant. How can he still have the nerve to continue competing after insulting a saint?
In front of Gu Hai was a man in red.
"Gu Hai, I'm offended!" The man in red sneered, seeming to be quite excited.
Because Gu Hai was rejected by the saint, my game of chess will definitely attract the attention of the saint. If I can defeat Gu Hai, wouldn't the saint look at me differently? Wouldn't the saint be grateful to me?
As long as I defeat Guhai, the saint will definitely recommend me, for sure.
No, there will be more than one saint, maybe all the saints will be grateful to me and recommend me. As long as I win Gu Hai, can I get first place? Then can I enter the Wen Dao Temple?
The man in red looked at Gu Hai, his eyes full of excitement and malice.
"This chess master, you're drooling!" Gu Hai said with a strange expression.
"Phew!" The man in red suddenly snorted, wiped his mouth and shouted: "Quickly, let's start, let me defeat you, the guy who insults gentleness!"
Gu Hai: “………………!”
Although he was reluctant to fall in love with this person, Gu Hai did fall in the end, one after another. The man in red was drooling and excited as he fell.
After a stick of incense.
"I accept it!" Gu Hai said calmly.
"Ah? What? Impossible, how could you mention so many...!" The man in red didn't believe this ending.
After all, he is also the number one chess king on the island. With this stick of incense, the chess pieces were almost swallowed up by Gu Hai?
Accepted? This is because Gu Hai took care of the face of the man in red. If he continues to make moves, there will be no room for him.
In the first game, Gu Hai won.
Guhai's chessboard is naturally the target of everyone's attention.
"Good chess skills!" Emperor Kong, who was preparing to write a composition in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly.
"One stick of incense? The opponent's entire army was wiped out? What a good plan!" Qingdi said in a deep voice.
"Humph, you're really lucky!" the Supreme Being in the distance said coldly.
"They are not on the same level!" Future Buddha sighed slightly.
Gou Chen, Chang Sheng, and Zi Wei were wandering around, looking at this, looking at that. Countless literary cultivators around saw the arrival of the three of them, and they all had expressions of contempt on their faces, but the three of them were extremely thick-skinned and did not take it seriously at all.
thing.
"The painting is really frustrating!"
"What did you write about?"
"Is this a tune?"
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Wherever he went, he was hated by all quarters.
An hour comes in an instant.
Half of the 10,000 chess cultivators were selected by the competition in the blink of an eye, leaving about 5,000.
Five thousand continues.
Another arrogant and excited chess player in blue, who also thought that if he defeated Gu Hai, he would reach the pinnacle of his life. He made a lot of nonsense and scolded Gu Hai.
Gu Hai frowned and ignored it. Instead, he looked at a servant next to him and said, "Please change the chessboard. This one is already covered with saliva. I never play saliva chess!"
"Huh!" The blue-clothed chess cultivator snorted coldly.
After a stick of incense.
"I accept it!" Gu Hai said calmly.
The blue-robed chess cultivator stared in disbelief.
After brushing away half of it again, there were still about 2,500 chess pieces left.
The third hour. In the time of one stick of incense.
"I accept it!" Gu Hai said calmly.
"Mr. Gu is awesome, I am convinced!" I finally met a normal chess player.
The remaining 1,250 are chess cultivators.
The fourth hour, the time of one stick of incense.
"Accepted!"
"The fifth hour, the time of a stick of incense.
"Accepted!"
"Accepted!"
"Accepted!"
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Nine hours later, there were still thirty-nine chess cultivators left on the scene.
In every round, Guhai's opponent would lose with one stick of incense. The defeat was extremely complete and clean.
Looking high in the sky, all the chess saints felt depressed for a while.
"Gu Hai? His chess skills are so good?"
"Hmph, I've seen a few people around him who are not inferior to him, but he just hasn't met the masters!"
"What if he wants to be number one?"
"How can he be first?"
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A group of chess masters were talking coldly.
But the majority of the people were dazzled by what they saw. Maybe there were too many people competing, especially in the chess fighting area, so many people just stared at Gu Hai.
The way he played chess so neatly and neatly made many people look stupid.
"What a great Mr. Gu!"
"No wonder the holy king values the ancient sea!"
"It's a pity, what's the use of valuing Gu Hai? What's the use if you don't choose a saint?"
At the tenth hour, Gu Hai was deliberately given a bye to let others take the lead. Nineteen people were selected to enter the next round with Gu Hai.
At this moment, people gradually began to write on the sifangqin, books, and paintings.
In particular, those who painted Taoism began to take up their pens one by one, and began to paint the ancient sea with the theme of "little man".
Of course, there are some literary cultivators who do not deliberately target Gu Hai, but most of them take attacking Gu Hai as their first goal, because after all, it is the saint who judges and you need to do what he likes. If the saint wants to attack Gu Hai, then follow the saint's thinking
, maybe the saint recommended himself when he was happy?
Drawing, drawing, drawing, each ugly image based on Gu Hai was slowly drawn.
"Mr. Gu, it looks like something is not going well. They are all using you as a villain to create a painting!" Changsheng frowned and said worriedly.
"So what?" Gu Hai smiled.
"The way of literature has its own implications. I don't know the way of music, chess, and calligraphy, but they have worsened you a lot, and they will affect your character later!" Changsheng said worriedly.
"Oh?" Gu Hai asked doubtfully.
"Painting is a way to express your inner thoughts through painting. They are full of malice towards you, Mr. Gu. Now, if their malicious intentions are expressed through painting, they may form illusions that affect Mr. Gu and Gu."
The master's artistic conception of painting will definitely be attacked, then...!" Chang Sheng said with a bitter smile.
"Wait a minute, are you talking about the artistic conception of Hua Dao? If I have the artistic conception of Hua Dao, will I be impacted by the artistic conception of Hua Dao?" Guhai asked curiously.
"yes!"
"What if I don't have it?" Gu Hai whispered.
"How is it possible? Mr. Gu's literary skills are so good, painting must be somewhat involved!" Chang Sheng said in astonishment.
"Uh, okay, let's forget about it for now!" Gu Hai said with a slight wry smile.
I don’t have the artistic conception of painting at all.
Then wouldn't this group of people's attack on me be useless?
"Just now, you saw them painting. They were painting me. How about you paint me too?" Gu Hai said with a change of expression.
"I paint? How do I paint?" Chang Sheng said blankly.
"They paint me as evil, and you paint me as good, isn't that enough?" Gu Hai asked doubtfully.
"But, I can only draw eggs, unless you teach me how to draw them!" Chang Sheng said blankly.
Gu Hai: “………………!”
Chang Sheng spilled the beans, and Gu Hai suddenly understood why Chang Sheng always had to draw eggs. It turned out that he was subjectively creative and could only draw eggs.
"Forget it!" Gu Hai said with a slight bitter smile.
"No, Mr. Gu, although I only draw eggs, if you tell me what to draw, I can draw it according to your instructions!" Chang Sheng immediately stopped him.
Changsheng got into a big disaster, and he felt guilty and uneasy, so he naturally wanted to make amends.
"Okay, let's do this. Have you ever seen a court meeting? Just draw a picture of me sitting on a dragon chair, answering questions with the ministers!" Gu Hai said casually.
"That's good. Being an emperor and training his ministers is very dignified. Mr. Gu, don't worry, I will definitely be good at painting!" Changsheng immediately assured.
"No egg painting allowed!" Gu Hai said again.
"Don't worry, don't worry!" Changsheng said excitedly.
Saying that, Changsheng ran to the desk beside him excitedly and started to prepare for painting.
Before painting, there was a sense of dementia-like excitement in Chang Sheng's expression, as if he was thinking of some taboo scene, and he let out a "chuckling" laugh.
Gu Hai's expression froze when he saw Chang Sheng's "cluck" expression, and he became a little worried about Chang Sheng. Will he draw something strange again?
I wanted to stop him, but the Ninth Young Master called me.
"Mr. Gu, it's the eleventh round now. Even with you, there are still twenty chess players left. Please take a seat!" Ninth Young Master said.
"Okay!" Gu Hai sighed slightly and nodded.
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