Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 532 Chessboard
Ji Jiashu's voice was calm.But upon hearing these words, Ji Qingyuan, who got up in the house to pick up the chess pieces sent by Ji San, froze.

The 29-lane chessboard used by practitioners is a specially-made large chessboard, and naturally there is none in his yard who is not allowed to practice.

The 29-way chessboard is large and takes up space, and most people don't need it.Except for their father's study in the entire National Teacher's Mansion, only Ji Jiashu's yard has it.

Ji Qingyuan sat down slowly.

There was no way to do this, after all, Ji Jiashu was a practitioner of the Divine Dance Realm.

The reason why Lord Chunhua of Southern Chu has such prestige is not only because he is young, but also because he is an almighty practitioner.

Even if he is not famous for his chess skills, Ji Jiashu is one of the strongest chess players in Danyang City of Southern Chu, and his chess strength is far superior to his peers.

In the war chess match of the last primary ceremony, he lost to the monster in the Northern Wei Dynasty by only half an eye, and got No.2.

In Go, the first mover who holds the black has an advantage. In this case, Ji Jiashu is only half an eye away from the opponent who is famous for his skills. It can be said that his level is very shocking.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Ji Jiashu invited Ying Baoyue to his yard.

Ji Qingyuan had also heard about the agreement between him and Ying Baoyue before.

However, borrowing a chessboard is a piece of cake, and it is not a gentleman's act if you don't say it when you know you have it.

Looking at the backs of the boys and girls by the threshold, Ji Qingyuan slowly put down the chess box in his hand.Ji Jiashu's yard not only has a big chessboard, but also better chess pieces, which he probably won't need anymore.

However, to Ji Qingyuan's surprise, Ying Baoyue was startled when he heard Ji Jiashu's words, then smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you, but it doesn't matter, I have other ways."

After she finished speaking, she drew her sword out of its sheath, stepped out of the threshold and slammed the sword at the ground in the courtyard. The wind of the sword was strong, and Ji Ange and others exclaimed in the room.

other way?

Ji Qingyuan, who didn't hear his expected answer, suddenly raised his head, staring at the sword marks that appeared on the ground in the courtyard in a daze.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Ying Baoyue stood in the yard holding a sword, and looked at Ji Ange and the others apologetically.

"The next sword will be lighter," she said, looking at the first sword mark on the ground, and swung the sword again.

This time her sword wind was indeed a little lighter, and a second sword mark appeared on the ground. The length of this sword mark and the one next to it was actually exactly the same. The two sword marks were parallel to each other, exactly the same and separated by a certain distance.

The girl in the courtyard looked serious, and kept the sword in her hand.

The third way, the fourth way, the fifth way... No. 20 nine ways.

Then she changed the direction vertically and continued to draw the sword. The sword marks drawn were still of equal length, and even the spacing was exactly the same.

At this time, everyone in the room finally understood what she was doing.

She was actually using a sword to cut a chessboard on the ground in the courtyard!

"Ah, sorry."

At this time, he noticed Ji Qingyuan looking straight at her in the room, and Ying Baoyue looked back at him and smiled.

"After the chess game is over, I will shovel this place, and it will definitely return to its original state."

"It's...it's okay." Ji Qingyuan stood up and walked to the door, looking at the embryonic chessboard carved on the ground outside the courtyard, "Don't worry about small things."

The ground in the yard was originally compacted with mud, and it can be restored to its original shape after filling in some soil. If Ji Jiashu wasn't here, he would have said to her that you can carve it as you want.

And at this moment, with a click, Ying Baoyue retracted his sword and sheathed it, and there was already a chessboard carved on the ground of Qing'an Yuan.

Longitude and latitude intersect, 62 sword marks, 840 intersection points, each chess path is as straight as a ruler.

"Guichen, the chessboard is ready, come take a look." Ying Baoyue stood in the yard and waved to Guichen.

"This is the war chessboard..." Gui Chen was stunned, his eyes lit up and he walked towards the huge chessboard he had never seen before in the yard.

"I didn't expect that she would think of doing this." Ji Qingyuan walked up to Ji Jiashu who was standing in the threshold and quietly staring at Ying Baoyue.

"She has always had a lot of thoughts," Ji Jiashu said with a smile looking at the scene in front of her, "Brother, I'll ask Ji Si to send some chess pieces later."

He looked at Guichen and Ying Baoyue who were happily surrounding the newly drawn chessboard in the yard, "I have the chessboard, but she probably still doesn't have enough chess pieces."

Ji Qingyuan nodded, only to see Ji Jiashu staring straight at the chessboard line drawn by Ying Baoyue on the ground, his eyes focused and complicated.

"What's wrong?" He asked lightly, "It was the first time you were declined?"

Although the joke was made like this, Ji Qingyuan knew very well that Ji Jiashu didn't care about such trivial things as being rejected.

"How could it be?" As expected, Ji Jiashu laughed, and the next moment he looked at the neat and seamless sword marks in the yard, where not even a thread protruded, his expression became serious.

"I was just thinking that the sword of precision that my father mentioned probably refers to this kind of thing."

Ji Qingyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and the next moment he closed his eyes with slightly constricted pupils, "How could I know."

He said lightly, "I'm different from you, my father never taught me swordsmanship."

Ji Jiashu shook his shoulders and looked at him, "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm not..."

"I know," Ji Qingyuan naturally knew that Ji Jiashu didn't mean that, he raised a hand to stop the other party's apology, "Don't talk about that, what's wrong with her swordsmanship?"

"It's the most accurate practitioner I've ever seen," Ji Jiashu put away his emotions, looked at the chessboard in the courtyard, and took a deep breath.

Impartiality, not missing an inch.

It wasn't obvious in the battle, but at this moment, he couldn't hide on the ground, and looking at him only felt thrilling.

It is thrilling for this precision.

Just on this hand-cut chessboard, the precision of this woman's swordsmanship is frighteningly displayed.

Not to mention those ordinary practitioners who think they have the same sword skills at home, even if they are advanced practitioners, who can guarantee that the length of each sword mark drawn is exactly the same?

Ji Jiashu thought.

When he was young, he had a lot of troubles in swordsmanship when he started practicing. The main reason is that the master who enlightened him was his father.

He used to think that it was because he was talented and stupid, otherwise he would not be able to catch his father's eyes no matter how hard he practiced.

Later, after entering the Jixia Academy and fighting against other aristocratic families, I realized that this was not the case.

No one of his peers can beat him.

When he was young, he didn't understand why his father was dissatisfied even though his movements were exactly the same as those on the sword manual and everyone around him praised him as a little genius.

"The left hand is an inch taller!"

"The blade on the right is off by three percentage points, can't your eyes see it?"

Those severe reprimands rang in his ears. Later, as his rank increased, he was gradually able to see the world in his father's eyes, and he was able to accurately complete various sword techniques, and he never heard such reprimands again.

But today, for some reason, he remembered these things after a long absence.

Looking at the square grid above the ground, Ji Jiashu's eyes were slightly deep.

When he was at level seven, he thought he couldn't draw such a chessboard with a sword.

Ji Jiashu didn't know what kind of swordsmanship his father was pursuing all his life, maybe there was no such swordsmanship in the world.

But now he found that it existed.

In the eyes of high-level practitioners, the sword that the girl just swung in front of her is not fast or particularly powerful, but it contains extremely superb skills.

In his eyes it seems.

Ji Jiashu quietly watched the chessboard on the ground.

Her swordsmanship.

Very very beautiful.

　In a word, it is to make obsessive-compulsive disorder feel comfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)