Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 306: You haven't seen this before, this is called Ice and Fire
The four evil men lined up under a big pine tree that looked like an immortal pointing the way. Yue Lao San, who was carrying crocodile-mouthed scissors on his back, looked at one with a sneer, then looked at that one with a sneer, as if he didn't care about anyone.

Further over there is the suave Murong Fu. Because Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e both died at the hands of Chu Pingsheng, as for the retainers... this time he only brought Deng Baichuan and Gong Ye Qian.

But no one knew what happened to Li Qingluo, and Wang Yuyan actually went to the party with her cousin.

In addition, there were Xuansheng, Huiming, Huitong and Xuzhu from Shaolin Temple, all standing farther away to watch the fight. They were ordered by Xuanci to go down the mountain to deliver a heroic invitation, but because they were accidentally abducted by Ding Chunqiu and came to Leigushan, they had no idea how to crack the Zhenlong chess game.

"Ding Chunqiu, you can't crack the chess game, but you're showing off in front of your nephew. What kind of hero are you?" Duan Yanqing said, holding the patinated handle of his walking stick with his eyes sharper than an eagle's.

Yue Laosan chimed in from behind: "Yes, if you have the guts, you can fight that Mr. Congbian. Oh, you're not afraid that if you kill him, you won't be able to find the way in, right? Those secret books are so tempting, hahahaha..."

Ding Chunqiu stopped, smiled slightly, and said while waving his feather fan: "Should I call you Duan Yanqing? Or should I call you Prince Yanqing? Oh, I can't break this Zhenlong chess game, can you?"

Back then, Su Xinghe lied to him that the secret book of Xiaoyao Sect was hidden in Xingxiu Sea. But he ended up founding a sect there and stayed there for thirty years. He turned over almost every stone in Xingxiu Sea, but still couldn't find the secret book of Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. As a last resort, he could only come to Leigu Stone to try to crack the chess game and force the information about the secret book.

"Hmph, whether I can break it or not, you won't know until you try." Duan Yanqing jumped to the front of the chessboard, stared at the chess pieces for a long time, tapped the stone trough with his crutch, and shook up a white piece, which landed on the empty space in the upper right corner of the chessboard.

The Yellow-browed Monk was a chess master from the Dali Kingdom. The fact that he could fight against the Yellow-browed Monk on equal terms showed his own level of chess skills.

Su Xinghe didn't say anything either. He waved his sleeves and lifted up a black piece, which landed on the diagonal position of Duan Yanqing's white piece. They immediately connected and ate up a piece of white pieces.

Duan Yanqing tapped his cane repeatedly, shaking up a lot of stone chips, and took several steps back: "Difficult, difficult, difficult."

He stared at the chessboard and said the word "difficult" three times in a row.

Ding Chunqiu put his hands behind his back and walked behind him: "Prince Yanqing, it seems that your evil way can't solve the Zhenlong chess game, so why not try the right way?"

"right way……"

Duan Yanqing lowered his head, looking confused.

Ding Chunqiu bewitched him, "Yes, you can't turn back. You are the crown prince of Dali and the heir to the throne, but you have fallen to such a state. It is really a laughing stock. If you still have a bit of dignity, you might as well commit suicide to apologize."

He knew that this Zhenlong chess game would evolve into illusions, and those who were not strong-willed would inevitably get lost in it. He took this as an opportunity to persuade Duan Yanqing to commit suicide.

Sure enough, the fallen prince, who was extremely obsessed with the throne, became more and more frustrated and desperate the more he thought about it. The strength of his crutches loosened, he fell to the ground, and stabbed his throat with the crutch.

Unexpectedly, Murong Fu took a step forward and gently patted his palm with his folding fan.

"Ding Chunqiu, you are indeed a despicable and shameless villain. You use such tricks to deceive people. Prince Yanqing survived the disaster, and God will surely give him blessings. If you can't regain control of the throne today, then tomorrow. If you can't do it tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. If you can't do it the day after tomorrow, there is still next month and next year. Even if you fail, there are still sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons... Haven't you heard that Yugong moved the mountain and perseverance eventually led to success?"

Ding Chunqiu waved his feather fan and sneered, "Master Murong, you are talking about yourself, right?"

Of course, he didn't know that Murong Fu had already taken Duan Yanqing as his adoptive father. It sounded like these words were directed at Murong Fu himself. He never expected that Duan Yanqing would really calm down. The crutch that was supposed to be inserted into his throat was pushed into the gap between the stones, making a round hole about an inch deep.

Murong Fu said, "Am I wrong? When a son inherits his father's business, there is usually no difference. It is not like a master-disciple relationship. You never know when the disciple will stab you in the back."

"you!"

Ding Chunqiu turned to look at the crowd and found that many people were smiling secretly.

He could only snort coldly and pointed at the chessboard and said, "Master Murong, there is no point in showing off your quick words. I want to see if your chess skills are better than your words."

Murong Fu chuckled, and opened his folding fan. He walked to the front of the stone trough, fanning himself with the breeze in the cold weather. He picked up a white piece and pushed it with all his strength. The white piece flew to the empty space in the lower left corner of the chessboard.

Wang Yuyan looked at her suave cousin from behind, her eyes sparkling and full of stars.

Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian also smiled, very proud of the young master's performance.

Duan Yanqing knew Murong Fu's motive for helping him, but no matter what, his life was saved by his adopted son, so he ventriloquist said, "Be careful, this Zhenlong chess game can induce inner demons."

"Amitabha."

"That's good, that's good."

Just at this moment, accompanied by two Buddhist chants, two figures, one red and one gray, landed on the scene.

"Empty Monk!"

Many people don't know the Tibetan national master Jiumozhi, but the lecherous monk is empty, and a person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Nowadays, anyone with a little experience in the martial arts world knows that there is such a shameless traitor in Shaolin Temple. "It is this little monk."

Chu Pingsheng clasped his hands together and greeted with a smile.

His monk's robes had been washed until they were slightly white and had wrinkles everywhere. Two of the rosary beads hanging on his chest were rotten, and the uppers of his monk's shoes had been worn out and had a circle of burrs. Just from the way he was dressed, he looked more like a monk than Xuansheng, Huiming and others.

"Void, void..."

When Xu Zhu saw an acquaintance, he couldn't suppress his excitement and waved to greet him. Huiming next to him glared at him, and he was so scared that he quickly controlled his emotions and lowered his head. Then he remembered that his junior brother, who used to chop wood, practice boxing, worship Buddha and recite scriptures with him, had become a traitor to Shaolin Temple, and had betrayed his master and ancestors, and had committed all kinds of evil deeds, such as raping other people's wives and daughters.

Chu Pingsheng ignored him and moved his gaze to Wang Yuyan. He was not surprised by her arrival, but just felt a little amused.

When their eyes met, the girl in a plain dress, who looked like an immortal, showed displeasure on her face. She turned her face away and concentrated on watching her cousin play chess.

Gongye Qian and Deng Baichuan looked hateful and clenched their weapons tightly.

Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e both died at the hands of Monk Kongxu. If Murong Fu had not repeatedly warned them that it was not the time to fall out with Monk Kongxu, they would have stabbed them with their swords long ago.

"It's him, it's him, it's this monk who stole the Divine Wood King Cauldron, Master... you must kill him quickly."

Ah Zi has the loudest voice in the whole audience.

Seeing Chu Pingsheng coming, the daughter of Prince Zhennan, who had just looked like a bullied young wife, suddenly perked up.

"Are you the Empty Monk?"

Ding Chunqiu walked towards Chu Pingsheng with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, the monk's name is empty."

"The Divine Wood King Cauldron is with you?"

"Monks do not tell lies, this is true for monks."

After asking these two questions, Ding Chunqiu suddenly changed his target: "Master, you and him..."

The Xingxiu Sea is within the territory of Tubo, so he naturally knew Jiumozhi.

"I met Master Kongxu by chance at the foot of the mountain and agreed to travel together."

"That's it, that's it."

When he said the second "so that's how it is", Ding Chunqiu launched a surprise attack and slapped Chu Pingsheng on the back. The violent energy blew up the dead leaves on the ground and raised dust.

But his opponent dodged away.

Ding Chunqiu tapped his toes slightly, moved forward, and swung his long sleeves to strike out a second palm.

Kang Guangling, Fan Bailing and others among the Eight Friends of Hangu all retreated and hid far away, because they knew better than anyone that this Uncle Ding, who was a traitor to his master and ancestors, was full of poison. Not to mention being hit by his energy-transforming technique, even the dust raised by his energy might contain some kind of poisonous powder. Only a top master with extremely strong internal strength could rely on his internal strength to keep the poison out.

From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to say that Ding Chunqiu is a human-shaped poison source.

Even Jiumozhi showed enough fear. He jumped away from the battle group of two people and landed next to Murong Fu's two retainers. He only heard the scholar with arms crossed and eyes narrowed saying: "Two guys who betrayed their teacher and ancestors are fighting each other. They are a perfect match."

Deng Baichuan was fat, with his hands tucked into his loose sleeves, looking like a country gentleman, but his slightly bulging temples revealed his personality as a master of internal martial arts.

"It's just dog eat dog."

On the other side, Ding Chunqiu summoned Youlong and slapped out twelve palms in a row with great force. The chaotic palm wind expanded the battlefield by more than twice.

Chu Pingsheng fell into a passive position, dodging all the time, stepping left, leaning right, frequently tilting his head, and occasionally jumping. His dodging was not awkward, but it did not look very skillful either.

"The dogs in the north and the monks in the south are no more than that." Ding Chunqiu slapped him, still having the strength to sarcastically say, "Monk, hand over the Divine Wood King Cauldron, and I will spare your life today, how about that?"

(End of this chapter)