The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 84 I Won (Leader Gadeng)

Why are there so many people? ..."Chess King" couldn't restrain his face, and a trace of astonishment appeared on his face.

Although the flow of people under the arena could not be compared with the day three days ago when the great national champion Lian Congyun played the battle, it was a vast difference compared to when it was sparse not long ago.

He subconsciously glanced at the sun, not too long passed.

So... the problem is with the opponent?

When the thought came to him, Molin's carriage stopped suddenly in the distance, and Gao Mingjing, dressed in a loose robe and with long silver-white hair, walked out. Looking at him from a distance, there were Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun behind him.

The eyes of the two sides collided and contacted, and the face of the great painter became very ugly.

Ke Qiao was stunned for a moment, as smart as he was, he immediately realized that there might be some slight changes in the performance of martial arts...

"despair!"

At this time, the sound of Heizi hitting the chessboard could be heard.

Ke Qiao forced himself to turn his head inch by inch, and looked at Ji Pingan on the opposite side again.

Immediately, this genius Mo Lin, who was overwhelmed by the power of one person and no one raised his head, took a deep breath, and the last trace of contempt dissipated in his heart, and he lifted a white piece very carefully and dropped it.

"despair."

He didn't know what happened, but the chess game had begun.What he has to do is to get rid of all distracting thoughts and win this round.

……

The chess game continues.

The news about the reversal of Yanwu also began to spread and spread in the city.

Especially after learning that the mysterious master who killed two people in a row stepped on the third ring, the people's sense of anticipation and curiosity reached their peak.

At this time, the chess players and government servants who came back to their senses also hurriedly sent someone to report the news back.

Everyone realized that a miracle might be about to happen.

……

Guogong Mansion.

A luxurious chariot slowly approached, and the wheels rolled over the bluestone road, making a "Zha Zha" sound.

As soon as it stopped, a servant pulled out a bench and placed it on the ground.

Then, a boot with a white background and a black face stuck out, and the dignified Lu Guogong stepped out of the carriage, dressed in a fine attire, and walked towards the mansion surrounded by his servants and guards.

"Is there anything going on in the mansion?" Lu Guogong asked casually.

The steward of the house bowed and replied:

"Nothing happened in the mansion. It's just that in the morning, when the Sixth Young Master came back from the Qin Tianjian, he couldn't bear Miss Seven's pestering and led her to watch Yanwu."

Mo Lin... Duke Lu's expression remained unchanged.

He had just returned from the palace, and he knew that this was something His Majesty the Divine Emperor was upset about. Performing martial arts seemed like a small matter, but in fact the outcome was related to the majesty of the imperial court.

Although the emperor often had a smile on his face, as a "close subject of the Son of Heaven", he knew very well that the true nature of this emperor was that he cared a lot about face.

"It's not easy to come back, I only know to go out and run wild." The old man snorted coldly.

The old manager tactfully persuaded: "The sixth young master also cares about the result."

Do you care about how to lose more decently... Lu Guogong is displeased, so he wants to enter the door.

Just at this time, suddenly a servant from a family ran back from a distance, out of breath, attracting everyone's attention.

The old steward frowned and scolded:
"Frizzled, how decent. Didn't see the Duke come back? Besides... You didn't go out with the Sixth Young Master, why did you come back alone?"

The young servant hurriedly stood still, and after being scolded with his head bowed, Fang explained: "The young one came back to report."

"Report?"

"Yes. It's about Mo Lin performing martial arts..."

He was a little incoherent, stumbled, and told what happened, and finally said:
"The young master told the young lady that the master may be interested and wants me to come back and report."

Next to him, the old man who had already stepped into the threshold with one foot was stunned:
"Is this true?"

"Really. Mr. 'He' is in the Chess Academy."

The old man took a deep breath, turned his head and stepped on the carriage, and dropped the curtain:
"Go to the chess academy!"

This is a big matter, and he has to confirm it in person before he can enter the palace and report to Emperor Yuanqing.

……

In a certain three-entry mansion.

Lian Congyun's wife and children were waiting anxiously in the courtyard, their eyes frequently turned to the door.

Three days ago, after the big player returned home after being defeated, he couldn't afford to be ill.

Lian's family mobilized the relationship and invited the imperial doctor from the Imperial Hospital to come for diagnosis and treatment.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and an imperial doctor came out with a medicine box.Gently closing the door, facing the expectant eyes of Lian's family, shook his head and sighed:
"Lian Guoshou's heart and mind are exhausted too much. It happened just when he caught a cold. The crux of the problem is not in the body, but in the mind. Heart disease needs heart medicine. I will give you some soothing prescriptions, but if you want to get sick Healing, the key is to have more enlightenment from relatives.”

Lian Congyun's wife looked bitter when she heard the words, thanked her, and asked her son to send the imperial doctor away, but she stood at the door, dazed.

"Mother, don't be too impatient. Grandpa is just tired, rest for a few days, and he will be fine." The daughter comforted.

The old wife shook her head, wiped her tears and said, "But your grandpa's temper..."

To be number one in any field is enough to be proud, and Lian Congyun is also a proud, even conceited person.

This time, he shouldered a heavy responsibility, but lost to Mo Lin, not to mention how outsiders talked about it, it was a huge blow to the old man.

It's not about losing itself. It should be noted that Lian Congyun had a low period in the past, and he was also a strong person who climbed out of the quagmire, and his ability to withstand pressure was not weak.

What he really cared about was losing the battle on behalf of the gods. This kind of powerful guilt made the old man sleepless and out of breath at night.

Seeing my mother like this, my daughter's eyes were also red.

In a mournful atmosphere, Lian's parents and sons, who had gone out to see the imperial doctor, rushed back with agitated expressions, and said:
"Mother, sister, something serious happened!"

"Someone played and lost two rings in a row. Now he is playing against the 'Chess King' in the Chess Academy. Many people have gone to watch the match. Some people have seen the Duke pass. Does this mean that we have a great chance of winning?"

The old woman and her daughter froze in place.

Suddenly, the closed door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. Wearing pajamas and cloth shoes, Lian Congyun, who looked seriously ill, walked out with his footsteps, his eyes burning:

"Can you say that again?"

"It's true, we've won two rounds."

Lian Congyun took a deep breath, the bloodless face of the Da Guoshou suddenly flushed bright red, he didn't know where the strength came from, pulled off his robe and put it on his body, and shouted at the same time:

"Prepare the car! This old man is going to the Chess Academy to watch the battle!"

……

……

The sun gradually slanted to the west, slowly sinking into the horizon, and the square outside the Chess Academy was already crowded with people.

The carriage has long been impassable, and the surrounding roads are also crowded.

The government government urgently mobilized government officials and inspectors, and a famous messenger with a saber opened the way forcefully, so that the road could be unblocked and the road would not be blocked.

The chess game is still going on, and has entered the mid-back game.

But the situation is not clear, black and white are anxious and lingering, and the complexity of the situation makes ordinary chess players dizzy.

Only people in the chess academy can keep up with the train of thought:

"This hand...why is it here?"

"If it falls here, it would be better to rob here... No, I miss it, it's a trap."

"Mistake? Did this move make a mistake? My mind is confused, who will deduce a few moves with me?"

Inside the long table, the lean dean and the others were already arguing endlessly.

As for the chess speakers, they often have to think for a long time with the scores, and then combine the explanations given by the "referee's seat" before they can bite the bullet and explain.

But also stuttering, very bumpy.

complex!

The board is too complicated!

In the eyes of outsiders, the black and white pieces on the chessboard are intertwined, which is no different from the previous chess game.

But in the eyes of those who understand chess, it is as if two armies are at war in a square inch, with gunpowder filled with smoke and blood flowing like rivers.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the last ray of sunshine passed away and night fell.

As the sky darkened, the yamen servants who had been prepared for a long time lit up lanterns and hung them in chess lectures and main roads everywhere, even hanging a lantern on the arena.

In an instant, the lamps scattered on the chessboard, like a river of stars on the ground.

Some people leave and go home for dinner.But more came.

"despair."

"despair."

"Chess King" Keqiao's moves began to slow down, often taking a long time to make a move.

Ji Pingan, on the contrary, fought back almost without thinking too much.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers smelled a familiar smell, and couldn't help but start to wonder if Mo Lin's little fat man was repeating his old tricks?

Want to procrastinate?

Thinking of this, a martial artist immediately scolded: Mo Lin people are shameless!
"He's not procrastinating, he's being forced to take a long exam."

Suddenly, an old and weak voice came.

The people glared angrily, and were about to see who would speak for Mo Lin, but they saw a familiar figure walking slowly, supported by the eldest son and daughter.

He has an elegant temperament and wears a square scarf on his head.

The big player, Lian Congyun.

"The Lian Guo player is here!" Someone shouted, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

Many people present, either witnessed or heard the story of the exhaustion of the great power, although the defeat was glorious, they immediately respectfully made way for them to make way to the ring.

In the distance, Lord Lu, who occupied an area alone, raised his eyebrows, gave a look, and ordered the guards to pick him up.

On the other side, Gao Mingjing lowered his eyes, showing no expression.

"Lian Guoshou, why are you here? Aren't you still sick?" Everyone in the Chess Academy got up, a little surprised.

Lian Congyun smiled weakly, but his eyes recovered:

"How can the old man miss such a big event. How is the chess game? Show me."

Immediately, someone helped him get up and down, and presented the chess record.

And hold a lamp for it.

With the help of candlelight, Lian Congyun lowered his head and looked over, his body gradually sat up straight, and a light appeared in his eyes:

"Amazing, what an amazing young man."

Lu Guogong was very concerned about the outcome, but he couldn't understand it. Finally, an authoritative person came over and asked:

"Who do you think is the best?"

Lian Congyun raised his eyes, pulled away from his thoughts, thought for a while, and said sincerely:

"Keqiao's chess skills are indeed astonishing. He can be described as an unborn genius. His understanding of chess is no longer inferior to this old man."

As he spoke, he changed the subject: "As for Mr. Xiao'he, it's..."

"What is it?" Lu Guogong said anxiously.

Lian Congyun hesitated for a while, as if he didn't know how to describe it. Finally, he said two words: "Terrible."

horrible?
Hearing this, a group of chess players looked at each other, and the thin headmaster frowned:

"Lian Guoqi, are you overestimating it? This chess game is indeed powerful, but the word 'horrible' is definitely..."

Lian Congyun shook his head, glanced at the faces in front of him, with warm faces glowing under the candlelight, and said:
"The 'terrible' I refer to is not the understanding of the way of chess, but...computing power.

"It's terrifying, far better than ordinary people's computing power!"

……

"despair."

Ji Pingan pressed down a sunspot, and the face under the bamboo hat flickered under the shadow of the lamp.

He was a little dissatisfied, because the little fat man on the opposite side was too slow, which would seriously delay his time to go back to eat.

As Lian Congyun said, he doesn't know much about "the way of chess".

It's not because he doesn't understand, but in his stereotype, if "sound" and "painting" belong to the category of art, it is understandable that people's sentiments will become enlightened in this fairy world.

The calculation game of "Go" has nothing to do with "Tao".

This is probably also the reason why Mo Lin's disciples are all good at playing chess, but they can't develop a practice path based on "chess".

Therefore, in order to relieve boredom, he has indeed learned chess for many years.But I really don't know much about "the way of chess".

Fortunately, as a game of calculation, he only needs to win.

As he once said to Huang He, Go was originally a tool for divination of astrology.

The oldest chess player in the world is originally a star official.

Therefore, for the Grand Master of Zhou, who has mastered the Great Expansion Secret Art and can even calculate the laws of the movement of stars, this is simpler than the previous two arenas.

The only problem is that it is too slow.

Fortunately... the chess game has reached the stage of hand-to-hand combat, and it should be much faster in the future.

Sure enough, Keqiao didn't have a long exam this time, so he just dropped the ball and passed.

Ji Pingan counterattacked.

Ke Qiao rushed.

Ji Pingan blocked back.

Ke Qiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he attacked decisively.

Ji Pingan played calmly, and raised a white chess piece.

……

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

The moves of the two suddenly began to speed up, as if after a long struggle, they finally ushered in the final battle, with chess pieces kept being raised and areas being besieged.

A young servant kept running among the crowd, sending the chess records to every lantern.

As if feeling the change in the momentum of the chess game, the noise gradually died down, and everyone held their breaths, looking forward to the final result.

Lu Guogong looked towards the ring, muttering something.

Under the sleeves of Gao Mingjing's voluminous robe, his fists were clenched unconsciously, very hard.

Lian Congyun's breathing gradually became short of breath, and his already weak and sick body, because of the forced calculation and deduction of the chess game, fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

……

Outside the crowd, a group of young star officials arrived late.

"so many people!"

Mu Yaoyao stared wide-eyed, startling the crowd all over the mountains and plains.

Today Muyuan has practice homework, when the disciples got the news, it was already very late.He hurriedly went to look for Ji Pingan, planning to watch the fun together, but he couldn't find anyone.

In order not to miss it, I had no choice but to come here first, go to Baidi first, then go to Qingxingyuan, and continue to miss... When I finally found the correct location, it was already very late.

"How do you squeeze in?" A Muyuan disciple smiled wryly.

As an "official", according to the laws of the court, unless in special circumstances, you are not allowed to use magic spells outside.

Huang He rolled up his sleeves and said, "I can only squeeze, follow me."

A group of young people immediately began to grab the front row with the grandpa and grandma without the demeanor of practitioners.

……

on the ring.

"Click." Ji Pingan placed a white piece on the chessboard.

Then he raised his buttocks, supported the bamboo hat, turned around and walked down the stage.

This scene was so unexpected that it attracted countless eyes from the audience, and many people's hearts twitched suddenly, wondering if they lost?

In their simple cognition, only those who lose will step down.

Sure enough... still unable to complete the miracle of beating three arenas in a row.

At this moment, disappointment appeared on the faces of many people.

However, the chess players sitting in the front row, close to the ring, the princes and nobles noticed that when "Mr. He" got up, the "Chess King" who had subconsciously picked up the chess pieces and was about to drop them suddenly froze.

The little fat man's wrist was hanging on the chessboard, unable to move for a long time.

"Don't waste time." Ji Pingan said calmly without looking back.

Snapped!
A bead of sweat the size of a soybean slid down from the fat man's forehead, and hit a chess piece impartially, splashing golden starlight in the orange candlelight.

"I lost."

There was a brief silence.

The crowd exploded with a "buzz".

……

ps: The typo is corrected first and then corrected, today's [-] words are presented.

(End of this chapter)