"I've been looking forward to playing against you."
In front of the chessboard, Mu Jiuri opened the cover of the chessboard and said.
"That's really my honor."
"Your chess skills are very high, I can see that."
"Brother's chess skills are not low either."
"Hahaha, it's not low either... It's been a long time since anyone described me like that."
At this time, the chief referee came over and helped the two of them guess.
The final result is that Jiang Beiran is in charge of black and Mu Jiuri is in charge of white.
Taking the chess piece with the white pieces in it, Mu Jiuri said, "Shall we start then?"
"Please." Jiang Beiran smiled and extended his hand.
"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, Mu Jiuri picked up the white piece and placed it on the star position on the chessboard.
But he didn't expect that his seemingly light movement would shatter the white piece in his hand and the chessboard together.
This move caused a lot of discussion among the people in the audience, wondering what he meant by this move.
"Sorry, I was a little excited... I used too much force." Mu Jiuri said to the chief referee with an apologetic look on his face.
Although the chief referee didn't understand why he was so excited about playing chess, he still said: "Never mind, I'll get you a new chessboard."
But at this moment Jiang Beiran suddenly said: "No need to bother."
As soon as these words came out, Mu Jiuri's eyes suddenly lit up across from him.
Looking directly at Mu Jiuri, Jiang Beiran said, "Brother Mu wants to play blind chess with me."
"Hahahaha! Sure enough, close friends always appear suddenly and unexpectedly. I didn't expect Brother Jiang to understand me so well. Yes, that's exactly what I meant!"
"Okay, then I'll accompany you." After Jiang Beiran finished speaking, he looked at the chief referee and said, "Is that okay?"
The referee looked at the two people and asked: "Are you sure?"
"OK." They both nodded at the same time.
"Okay, then I'll record it for you."
"Trouble."
'Sure enough, playing chess is a very safe thing that won't attract the attention of strong people.'
Seeing that the system had no intention of popping up the option, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but then he thought about it, at this point, even if the system did pop up, winning the game is the safest option.
After all, all decent people are waiting for someone to retaliate. If after he goes back and let people know that he has betrayed him at this critical moment, then he will be in real trouble.
Everyone present was a cultivator, and all of them had sharp ears and eyes, so they naturally heard the content of the conversation between the two.
"Play blind chess?"
"That disciple is so brave. He knows the abilities of our Nine Days Senior Brother, yet he still dares to play such a big game."
"I don't think he is brave, but he seeks medical treatment in a hurry. He will lose anyway, so he might as well lose with dignity."
"Hey, don't go too far. Your senior brothers call me close friends. What are you talking about here?"
"Our senior brother is just being polite."
"Stop arguing! It's already started."
Pulling out a fan from his sleeve, Mu Jiuri pointed in the sky and said: "Four, sixteen, star position on the upper right."
After hearing this, Jiang Beiran responded: "Three grasps and four small eyes."
"Sixteen and four."
"Sixteen and seventeen."
…
When the two of them "made their moves", they both showed no hesitation, which made the referee who was in charge of taking notes couldn't help shouting: "Can you slow down a little bit?"
Mu Jiuri opened the folding fan and said, "It doesn't matter, we will review it ourselves later. Brother Jiang, don't you have any objections?"
"I'm OK."
"Happy, let's continue, seventeen and fourteen, Xiao Fei hangs."
"Six holds three, Dafei guards the corner."
…
Many people in the audience knew Go, but at first they could generate a picture in their minds based on the conversation between the two, but as the two played faster and faster, their minds became completely confused.
Yin Jianghong, on the other hand, was shaking his head as he listened. It could be said that Mu Jiuri was taught Go by him. It could be said that his attainments in Go were quite high, so he could keep up with the speed of the two of them.
"Wonderful... I didn't expect that little kid's offensive in playing chess to be so fierce. He really met his opponent on the 9th."
Guan Shi'an also kept generating the game records of the dialogue between the two in his mind, but soon gave up. After all, he could only be considered a Go enthusiast at best, and he could not play such a difficult game as blind chess.
Wuduo Jinhua didn't understand Go at all, so he could only sit there and worry, looking left and right, and found that all the disciples of Lanxintang around him had golden frowns, obviously they were embarrassed.
"No... I can't keep up. Senior Brother Jiang is really good at chess. No wonder we have to grab him to play chess together in the auditorium every time."
At this time, Ning Weizhi from Lanxintang opened his eyes, exhaled, and kept rubbing his temples.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yu Guimiao asked: "Brother, how difficult is this blind chess game?"
After hearing this, Ning Weizhi smiled and said: "Blind chess not only requires extremely high requirements for chess skills, but also requires a strong memory to be able to remember every move on the chess board. This is very difficult. Anyway, there are not many in Lanxintang."
A disciple can do it."
"Oh~" Yu Guimiao nodded and looked back at the other four people.
'Senior brother is really amazing!'
By the time a stick of incense passed, only two people in the entire stand could keep up with Jiang Beiran and Mu Jiuri.
One is Mo Xia and the other is Yin Jianghong.
"Alas~ What a pity."
Just when all the sect leaders closed their eyes and pretended to understand, Yin Jianghong suddenly sighed.
"What's wrong?" Guan Shian on the side asked.
"You really have some geniuses in your sect. What's the name of the person who played chess with my son for nine days?"
Before Guan Shi'an could speak, Lu Yinlong, who was sitting not far away, said, "Jiang Beiran, he is a disciple of my Guixin Sect."
"He's a talented person, but I can't feel any cultivation in him. Is it hidden so deeply? Does your Guixin Sect still have this kind of skill? It's amazing."
As a Xuanzong, he couldn't even see through that Jiang Beiran with his profound knowledge, which really surprised him.
After hearing this, Lu Yinlong replied directly: "Master Yin has misunderstood. Beiran has not practiced any techniques to hide the aura. His cultivation level is the fifth level of Qi training."
"What!?" Yin Jianghong was shocked, "This kid is so smart, but he has no talent in cultivation?"
"It made you laugh."
"Hahahaha! What a strange disciple, interesting, interesting!"
In the pavilion, Mu Jiuri had long lost the grace and calmness he had at the beginning, and the fan in his hand was almost deformed by him.
"Qi Zhi... no, let me think about it again."
"There's no rush, Brother Mu can think about it slowly."
"Huh...huh..."
In an instant, Mu Jiuri had hundreds of possible moves in his mind, but without exception, they were all dead ends! This made him breathe heavily involuntarily.
"I'm going to lose? Impossible...how could I lose."
Mu Jiuri stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead while thinking about it, but it was of no avail. He still couldn't think of any way out.
Although the disciples in the stands no longer understand chess, they can still understand the atmosphere. At this moment, Mu Jiuri in the pavilion frowned, the folding fan in his hand was almost bent, and the sweat on his forehead kept flowing down.
Looking at Jiang Beiran on the other side, he really stands out as calm and calm.
"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 any longer."
…
Hearing the people behind her start talking, Mu Yao used her profound energy and shouted loudly towards the back: "What are you arguing about? How could my Jiuri brother lose! If you argue again, I will kill you!"
Mu Yao has also had a bad reputation in the past two days. After she yelled like this, the disciples behind her had no choice but to shut their mouths.
But she can't control the people on the other side.
Several decent disciples were amazed and asked: "What is that disciple's name? Which sect is he from?"
"Cough!" Wu Qingce coughed lightly. As the leader of the disciples of Guixin Sect, he felt that it would be strange for him not to stand up and answer such a question at this time.
A slight cough attracted the attention of others, and Wu Qingce replied: "That person is my disciple of the Gui Xin Sect, his name is Jiang Beiran. You must remember this. Mu Jiuri's undefeated golden body seems to be strong today."
It may be broken by my Gui Xin Sect first."
"Who said my Jiuri brother was going to lose! My surname is Wu! Do you believe it or not? I will tear your mouth apart!"
Although they were separated by a square, 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 senior brothers, so he didn't refute their words at the beginning. Now that such an upright opportunity to praise his senior brothers was in front of him, how could he let it go so easily!
So he also stood up and channeled his profound energy and shouted: "I only said it was possible. Miss Mu shouldn't be so excited."
"Joke! Will my nine-day brother lose?"
"Everyone will lose. No one can be undefeated forever."
After saying this, Wu Qingce silently added in his heart, 'Except senior brother.'
"How dare you say, okay! I'm going to tear your mouth apart right now!" After Mu Yao said that, she put her foot down and rushed towards Wu Qingce.
"Well done! I have to fight you later anyway, so it doesn't hurt to be a little early."
After Wu Qingce finished speaking, he was about to pull out the Wanjun.
"Nonsense!"
Just when the two were about to start fighting, Lu Yinlong and Yin Jianghong shouted at the same time.
Mu Yao was not afraid of the sky or the earth, but she was afraid of her eldest father. When she heard that her eldest father's tone seemed serious, Mu Yao had no choice but to put away her sword and fall to the ground.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Yao picked up the sword and pointed it at Wu Qingce and said, "Just wait! You will look good in the competition later!"
"I will return this sentence to you intact! If I add another sentence, you will definitely lose today."
"Okay! I hope you can continue to talk nonsense like this when you get on stage."
After Mu Yao finished speaking, she sat back down in her seat, but her little face was still angry, and her eyes kept glancing towards Yin Jianghong, as if asking why she was stopped.
But Yin Jianghong just glared at her and told her to stop.
On the side, Lu Yinlong looked at Wu Qingce with great admiration, and sighed 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 terms of momentum!'
When the little farce outside ended, 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.
Jiang Beiran, knowing that Mu Jiuri had given up, cupped his hands towards him and said, "I accept."
Then he said to the chief referee on the side: "Please bring a new chessboard and I will help you review the game."
"Okay! I'll get it right away!"
The chief referee was from the Hidden Moon Sect. He had been announcing that the Demon Cult disciples had won. He felt very unhappy. Now that an upright disciple finally won the championship, he became happy too.
After a while, a new chessboard was brought over.
"Please use it," the referee said.
"Thank you." Jiang Beiran nodded towards the chief referee and began to place the pieces on the new chessboard.
In the stands, when they saw Jiang Beiran starting to review the game, everyone knew that the result had come out, and Mu Jiuri's devastated look was obviously a defeat.