Sheng Fu

Chapter 152 Dismal Pavilion Master

Yu Wenjun no longer takes the path of inaction and governance, his chess strength is unparalleled, and he is murderous at every step, showing his sharpness.

Murong Qiushui's complexion gradually turned ugly, no matter how she walked, she would inevitably hit her head on, and after the blow was over, the opponent would come crushing her like a tide.

In the first round, it took less than half a stick of incense and ended with Murong Qiushui's disastrous defeat.

The beautiful pavilion master drank a cup of scented tea to suppress his shock, calmed down, and treated each other with a normal heart. The more critical the battle, the more he would appear to be doing nothing.

However, the result is still bleak. Yu Wenjun's chess power is as domineering as ever.

Beads of sweat oozed from Murong Qiushui's forehead, dripping crystal clear, and his pretty face was full of melancholy.

The second round still ended in less than half a stick of incense time.

It is not very accurate to cultivate one step at a time in the realm. In the same realm, if a person cultivates top-level skills, top-level foundation, and top-level combat awareness, it is enough to cut down and go up, such as Wu Mi against a thin swordsman.

As far as chess strength is concerned, it is really a matter of one step at a time.

As long as they are one step ahead of the opponent, they can be crushed at will, not to mention one lead, even half the lead, they can be dealt with calmly, it is nothing more than spending some time.

In the third round, Murong Qiushui was still defeated in less than half a stick of incense time.

In late autumn, Murong Qiushui's fragrant sweat drenched his underwear, no matter from which angle he tried it, it seemed to be of no avail.

Her mood was in a mess, and the next seven rounds of battles were naturally more bleak than the previous three rounds.

The last time we talked about ten rounds, it was about a month after the battle.

This time, there were ten hand-to-hand talks, and the battle lasted for more than an hour...

At this moment, the beautiful maid gently massaged Murong Qiushui's shoulders. Murong Qiushui's slender hand that held the teacup was trembling slightly, and the water in the teacup was even more rippling, just like her current state of mind.

Fortunately, no one wrote down the content of the ten rounds of the hands-on discussion this time, and only a few of them knew it in their hearts.

Yu Wenjun drank Wujiang Lingcha and ate grapes, with a calm expression on his face.

Murong Qiushui looked at Yu Wenjun weakly, and said with a weak voice: "The last time you fought with me for more than a month, why did you deliberately lose to me?"

Yu Wenjun didn't answer directly, and said slowly: "Actually, I don't like playing chess very much. I find it a bit troublesome, but many things are very troublesome."

"The master's chess strength is just like the status of the Guyue Pavilion, it can't go up or down."

Murong Qiushui didn't continue to ask anymore, she knew that she was watching the sky from a well.

But she still asked curiously: "In terms of chess strength alone, who in the world can win the young master for sure."

Yu Wenjun thought about it carefully, and said: "As far as I know, the living sage Guan Shanhai and the national teacher Li Hongshan can beat me, and the president of Bailu Academy Pu Weiqing can share the same prize with me."

Thunder exploded in Murong Qiushui's heart, Li Hongshan and Guan Shanhai are legendary figures, their chess strength is naturally beyond doubt.

But Pu Weiqing, as the head of the first academy, is only equal to Yu Wenjun.

Yu Wenjun suddenly added another sentence: "There are still seven or eight people, it's hard to speculate, but I will definitely not win, and the chess strength of the national teacher Li Hongshan is not the best in the world."

Murong Qiushui asked again: "Who is number one in the world?"

Yu Wenjun frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Devil Lord."

Over the years, the five clans have had little contact with each other, and many secrets are only known to a few people.

Murong Qiushui sighed weakly: "I originally wanted to win a good name by playing chess, but I thought that the top is actually a demon king, so I feel sorry for him."

Yu Wenjun enlightened: "The principles on the chessboard are suitable for common people and families, but not for politics and military affairs. They seem to be the same, but they are completely different."

"The devil's chess power is the best in the world, but he still hasn't unified the five clans."

Murong Qiushui didn't think about the things at the top, it was useless to think about it.

After thinking about it, he said: "I will try my best to find teachers for you. I dare not say that there are too many. I am quite sure that there are about two hundred, and they all have certain academic attainments."

"But there is one more thing, and it's not convenient for me to come forward."

Yu Wenjun listened attentively and asked, "What's the matter?"

Murong Qiushui said: "There is also a hidden sect in Yueming Prefecture, named Dijian Valley, which is located in the northeast direction, and you can reach Dijian Valley by going up the river."

"The number of disciples in the valley is less than five hundred. The master of the valley, Yanbei, traveled to the Guiyuan realm. From the day he founded the sect, what he has done is to forge swords and practice."

"The swords of most prominent figures in the southern families come from Dijian Valley."

"It is estimated that the swords of many military and political officials in the imperial capital also came from Dijian Valley."

"My lord, if you can subdue Dijian Valley, it will be of great benefit in the future."

"The weight of Dijian Valley is above my Guyue Pavilion."

Don't listen to Murong Qiushui's mention, Yu Wenjun really doesn't know that there is such a place as Dijian Valley in Yueming Prefecture, the place where Hengchang Sect started, as long as there are one or two important sects willing to form an alliance with it, I dare not say anything about it in the future Smooth sailing will save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.

In terms of practice, Chengsheng is a watershed. After crossing it, you only need to practice slowly step by step, and you will surely reach Dahuangting.

Breaking the pole became the second watershed, and after breaking the pole, it was Guiyuan.

Going back to Yuan and going up is the third heaven.

The first heaven is soaring to the sky, the second heaven is infinite, and the third heaven is infinite.

Yu Wenjun guessed that Bai Xiaowei and Xie Yiming should be evenly matched, both at the peak of Guiyuan, or at the beginning of Lingxiao, the latter may be even bigger.

Pu Weiqing is either at the peak of Lingxiao, or at the early stage of Wuji.

And Gu Yong, Renhuang, and Fuyao should be the peak of Wuji. As for the rumored Wanduan realm, it has always been just a legend. In history, no one has ever conceived Wanduan.

The scenery on the top floor is just a legend. Generally speaking, the realm of Lingxiao is the apex of all living beings.

And the three heavenly moats on the journey of practice are Chengsheng, Poji, and Lingxiao.

The limit is for those with a little talent to inherit the sage, the limit for those with good talent, and the limit for geniuses to reach the sky.

As for the realm of the infinite, it can only be achieved by fate, and it is definitely not attainable through hard work.

Yu Wenjun didn't ask how the friendship between Murong Qiushui and Yan Beiyou was, and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Murong Qiushui said: "You don't need to be polite, you are a great talent, and you don't dislike me and other girls. Guyue Pavilion voluntarily becomes a subordinate of Hengchang Sect. If you need anything in the future, just ask."

Yu Wenjun wanted to give a cheat book to Guyue Pavilion at this moment, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. Now the time is not ripe, if he really does this, it will become a deal, but it will destroy many good things.

A Fengyun woman with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows came to the room in a hurry. This woman was exactly the bad-tempered woman Yu Wenjun met when he came to Guyue Pavilion last time.

Her name was Ye Yun, and she said with an ugly expression: "Pavilion Master, a large number of people have appeared on the other side. The Wang family Wang Ju has come in person, intending to surround and kill Mr. Yuwen here."

Murong Qiushui suddenly became furious, and just as he was about to draw his sword to go out, Yu Wenjun smiled softly and said, "Leave it to me. If it's coming towards me, I will naturally step forward."

"If the pavilion master stands up for me, I'm afraid I will be punished again."

(End of this chapter)