Sheng Fu

Chapter 116
As soon as the game started, someone was already noting the score.

What Murong Qiushui thought in his heart was very reasonable, Mr. Yuwen came to the south and wanted to be respected, so she would give him a face, but the content of the ten rounds discussed today will definitely be announced to the world.

Let the world have a good experience of Mr. Yuwen's chess strength, and use the prestige of Mr. Yuwen to elevate the position of Guyue Pavilion in the hearts of the world. Why not do it?
There's nothing wrong with this deal.

Yu Wenjun knew this well, and each took what he needed, and this deal was very neat.

Murong Qiushui's chess is soft but strong, not very powerful, but it makes Yu Wenjun difficult at every point, it is difficult to accumulate momentum, he keeps moves everywhere, but he has no moves everywhere, invisible, Yu Wenjun has been attacked by the enemy.

Under the ebb and flow, Yu Wenjun lost the first game in less than three incense sticks.

However, at the beginning of the second game, Yu Wenjun's chess strength was highlighted, and it was not very lethal, and he did not keep any tricks to conspire, but just let nature take its course and push the boat along.

Although Murong Qiushui has kept his hand, he has already displayed [-]% of his chess strength. In terms of chess strength alone, Murong Qiushui can't say he dominates the south, he is also among the top three.

Other famous masters who are good at hand-talking often come to the Guyue Pavilion to play games with Murong Qiushui. There are few winners, even if they win, it is a small victory, and they are by no means elated.

Even for that small victory, there may be some people's sophistication from Guyue Pavilion in it.

This round took a long time, entangled for two hours, and ended with Yu Wenjun successfully slaying the dragon with a narrow move.

At this moment, the maids had already prepared meals, and many girls frowned when they saw the owner of the pavilion, and felt ominous in their hearts. The Guyue Pavilion was full of women, and women undoubtedly suffered a lot of prejudice in this world.

One of the main reasons for Guyue Pavilion's enduring prosperity is also because the chess master of the pavilion ranks among the top three in the south. Everyone knows that anyone with extraordinary chess skills is naturally a great talent.

Murong Qiushui has only broken the extreme realm, and he can't get on the stage with the world's masters. He has to find some sense of presence in some elegant feelings, knowledge and principles to gain a firm foothold.

Both of them moved to the dining table, Murong Qiushui was unwilling to lose this round, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a pleasant face as much as possible: "If you don't mind trouble, my lord, we will continue to talk until the end of the tenth round."

Yu Wenjun wanted to look around in the Guyue Pavilion, but the owner of the pavilion had already spoken, so he could only give up this idea.

People who have practiced stargazing, and people who have been able to deduce and calculate since childhood, how can they be poor in chess.

After the meal, the two changed positions and continued to have a hand-to-hand conversation with swords drawn.

The girl who wrote the score was also meticulous, for fear of missing the slightest slight change in the chess game.

Yu Wenjun's chess style has not changed much, but the chess style of this pavilion master girl has changed, and every move is full of femininity.

It made Yu Wenjun unable to start, as if he was holding a hammer to slap a fly.

This round was even longer and lasted until noon the next day.

After all, Murong Qiushui dragged Yu Wenjun to death, and pulled back a round, with a slightly smug face, but a storm rose in his heart.

Sure enough, after the fourth game, her chess moves were no longer effective. Yu Wenjun was still playing the previous chess moves, neither open and close, nor timid, and pushed the boat smoothly all the way, which made the girl in the pavilion full of anger.

Murong Qiushui's mood was disturbed, this round lasted only half an hour, and ended with her disastrous defeat.

After some rectification, Murong Qiushui went to the battlefield again. This time, his killing power was fully displayed, his chess moves were tricky and sharp, and he was everywhere.

Yu Wenjun's chess game was blocked without any suspense.

But the two still entangled for a day and a night before deciding the winner.

When they met their opponents, the two were full of fighting spirit and did not look tired.

The sixth inning begins.

After Murong Qiushui dropped a son, he said: "Master likes even numbers, so will you win this game?"

Yu Wenjun responded indifferently: "Follow the fate."

Murong Qiushui laughed silently, she didn't believe in evil, she would never believe that Yu Wenjun really has the ability to control the situation and control the outcome.

If you don't believe in evil, you have to believe in evil. Two days later, she still lost. She made a wrong move, and Yu Wenjun ended up winning miserably.

If Yu Wenjun's chess strength is really higher than that of Murong Qiushui, maybe there will be many famous people in the future who will have hands-on talks with Yu Wenjun.

He doesn't like playing chess with celebrities, there is no reason, he just doesn't like it.

Therefore, seven or eight rounds were lost, and the two rounds took a full seven days.

Murong Qiushui was satisfied with this, but fortunately, this young man's chess skills have not reached the point of proficiency.

Just after having such thoughts, she lost in the ninth round.

For five days, she racked her brains and figured out the secret, but she was still pushed by Yu Wenjun.

What is gratifying is that even if Yu Wenjun won the tenth game, the two would still be tied, and Guyue Pavilion's status in the hearts of the world is still undefeated.

But the situation has changed.

Five days before the tenth round, the two faced off against each other and were evenly divided. Since the sixth day, Yu Wenjun gradually showed signs of fatigue and was gradually eaten away by Murong Qiushui.

But the process of cannibalizing is also killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, and Murong Qiushui is not easy.

The tenth game took a full ten days and ended with Murong Qiushui deciding the universe.

Unknowingly, ten years passed in the hands-on conversation between the two.

With the arrival of midsummer, the heat is steaming, but the pavilion on Hanyue Island is often blown by a gentle breeze, bringing a cool breeze.

The two were eating fruit snacks in the gazebo, and kept silent about the hand-to-hand conversation.

Murong Qiushui called two tall and handsome girls, one with long ponytail, oval face, almond eyes, and charming lips, no need for makeup, just standing here, like a beautiful spring wild flower.

The other one has a cold temperament, a typical iceberg beauty, with a clear girly breath between her brows and eyes, shining like a summer moon, shining in all directions.

In terms of beauty alone, it is enough to marry into a royal family.

Murong Qiushui said kindly: "One of them is Fengli, the other is Xuerou, they are the face of my Guyue Pavilion, even there are a few direct descendants of aristocratic families, after seeing them two, they also have feelings for them, and they will never forget them."

"It's a pity that what they practice is the way of unfeeling, and they don't care about the beauty of the wind, the flowers, the snow, the moon and the moon."

"For the matter of men and women, what I think in my heart is to hand over the first spring to a young man with a peerless demeanor, so as to satisfy the joy of human relations. Mr. Yuwen is unparalleled in the world, and won the joy of the two of them."

"My lord, don't think otherwise. After a night of spring breeze, the road will be full of glory. It's purely a friend of Fengya."

"Master Yuwen, would you like to enlighten me?"

Feng Li and Xue Rou also stared at this Mr. Yuwen meaningfully, the eyes of the two women were like hot stars.

Yu Wenjun was almost shocked, remembering the banner that Zhang Benchu ​​gave him after the return to the sea meeting, on which it said "Mr. Yuwen is unparalleled in the world!"

That banner is still covered over the Black Lion's kennel to keep out the wind and rain.

The kindness is hard to come by, Yu Wenjun thought of the girl holding the snow in her hand, and said with a look of embarrassment: "I haven't succeeded yet, I can't break my body, I'm afraid I won't be able to be elegant and peerless."

Murong Qiushui smiled lightly and said: "So that's it, the young master is actually practicing the Pure Yang Technique."

"Forget it, if you can't get it, you can keep it in your mind, and it's quite delicious aftertaste."

Fengli and Xuerou apologized and bowed slightly, then left with a smile. If you miss this feeling, you will never have it again.

Fortunately, in the end, both of them stepped down decently, and they still kept a thought in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)