The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 83 Ji Ping'an: Let's Get Started (Two in One)

Lost... When Qu Chuchen spit out these two characters.

In the distance, those "referees" who hadn't surrounded them, as well as the disciples of Mo Lin painter who were scattered around, and even the servants and servants, felt that they had heard it wrong at first.

Or, because I have heard similar words too many times in the past few days, but they are all said by the challengers.

Suddenly changed people, very uncomfortable.

"Senior Brother Qu...you..." The young painter who was in charge of the reception broke down and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Qu Chuchen raising his hand.

Then, the first day of Molin's younger generation walked to his desk, pointed his finger, and the half-painted scroll suddenly burst into flames, burning into smoke and dust.

Qu Chuchen sighed, and looked at Ji Pingan, who was wearing a bamboo hat and looked calm from the beginning to the end:
"It's too clever to work, Mr. He's method, Qu has learned."

The word "Mr." is an honorific title.

It means that, at least in front of this picture, Qu Chuchen is willing to bow down and be convinced.

Really won... Hearing this, a group of scholars headed by the white-bearded old man were in a trance.

With their self-cultivation, this is not the case at all, but firstly, they have not completely escaped from the impact of the meaning of the picture scroll, and secondly...

There have been many awards in Shendu. In the history of Molin Martial Arts, the two sides have won and lost each other.

But only in the field of "painting", Mo Lin maintained a record of complete victory.

There are no exceptions.

But today...they have witnessed history.And there is honor.

Faces flushed with excitement, the rest of the Confucianists, and even the disgruntled painters flocked to surround the scribbled picture of the Canglong, causing commotion in the quiet garden.

"Assignment."

Ji Pingan got the answer he wanted, turned his head and was about to leave, ready to rush to the next game.

Qu Chuchen opened his mouth, wanting to stop the other party, have a long talk, and explore the true meaning of painting.

But seeing that Ji Ping'an was in a hurry and had a mysterious background, he hesitated.

"I don't have much time, I'm in a hurry." Ji Pingan seemed to have understood his thoughts, and blocked his mouth in advance.

After taking a few steps towards the door, he stopped suddenly and asked, "How do I get to the back door?"

……

……

"Master Gao, it's just ahead."

The carriage rattled, and Mo Lin's carriage arrived outside the Green Apricot Garden on the street along the river of Baidi.

The stocky coachman pulled the reins with one hand and said into the carriage at the same time.

Gao Mingjing said "En", lifted the curtain, stepped on the ground with Mr. Zhong Tong, and walked towards the crowd.

"Merlin's people are here."

"Hey, it's the one playing the piano."

The scholars who were chatting noisyly cast their eyes and were surprised.

Most of the adults did not recognize Gao Mingjing, but they were deeply impressed by the wide and unique robes of the "Molin" painter.

As for Mr. Zhong Tong, he was admired at Baidi for many days, not to mention that she is a graceful woman, who has attracted many fans.

Putting aside his standpoint, he became famous within a few days, which is a bit like the dream lover of the public.

"I have seen the high master." Mo Lin's disciple who was guarding the door hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

Gao Mingjing said "En", looked at the closed courtyard door, and frowned slightly: "Is someone fighting?"

The disciple nodded and said, "If Master Gao wants to enter, I will notify you."

Gao Mingjing raised his hand to stop it, with a calm expression:

"A rule is a rule. How can it be abolished because of people, just wait a while longer."

The disciple looked admiring, then hesitated, and looked at Mr. Zhong Tong:
"Senior Sister, Fang Fu heard rumors from some scholars that the Baidi..."

Zhong Tongjun tapped his chin, looking gloomy.

Disciple Molin's heart sank, thinking about the discussion he had just heard, he couldn't help but ask:

"I don't know what kind of dress that Mr. 'He' looks like? But he is wearing a bamboo hat and a green shirt, and he is about this tall..."

He described it.

Zhong Tongjun was stunned for a moment, the beautiful eyes of this talented musician were surprised:
"How does Junior Brother know so clearly?"

Molin disciple hesitated and said:
"The person who just entered the door for a fight and claimed to be fighting with Senior Brother Qu... also looks like this."

Now, not knowing Mr. Zhong Tong, even Gao Mingjing was stunned.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the surprise and absurdity in each other's eyes.

"It must be... just a coincidence." Gao Mingjing pondered for a while, and said:
"This is a very common attire. As for the age and figure, the scholars here are also similar."

He said it on his mouth, but the crazy idea in his heart was like a weed, growing uncontrollably.

At this time, the courtyard door that had been closed for a long time was pulled open with a "squeak".

In the sound of the heavy wooden door folding, the hustle and bustle of discussion faded away, and one after another looked away.

The scholars who had been meditating on the ground or squatting at the base of the wall were shocked and gathered around, ready to appreciate it.

Shendu is an elegant person, put aside the desire to win or lose.It is a gluttonous feast for those who love calligraphy and painting to be able to appreciate Molin painter's handwriting so wantonly.

"Come out, come out."

"Masters, be a feast for the eyes."

"I don't know what technique Master Qu used instead."

Amidst the discussion, scholars looked forward to it, like a hen being fed.

However, the expected picture of a young servant running away with a scroll in his hands did not appear.Inside the gate, a group of Confucian scholars headed by an old man with white beard and hair came out together.

Holding a roll in hand.

His expression was high-spirited and excited, and there was an unconcealable smile on his face.

"This……"

The readers looked at each other, not knowing what happened.Some scholars frowned, faintly realizing that something was wrong.

"Brother Li, Brother Han...Why do these old masters come out to post in person?" Earlier, the fat scholar who drove to report the letter was surprised.

Beside him, the other two students were also puzzled.Scholars are a circle, so they naturally know the fame and status of the old masters.

Gao Mingjing looked up, feeling uneasy.

The next moment, under the eyes of everyone, in a suddenly quiet atmosphere.The white-bearded old master sank into his dantian, held the scroll in both hands, and shouted:
"In this match, Mr. Shenduhe wins!"

The gods... won?
On Mo Lin's most proud and impeccable painting, is God even someone who succeeds in challenging him?Wat Chuchen...lost?
The scholars at the door, and even the arty people who heard the news, couldn't believe their ears.

It wasn't until the rest of the old masters spoke in unison that the whole scene erupted with a bang.

"We won...we defeated Mo Lin on the painting road..."

"For so many years, if I remember correctly, it is the first time to perform martial arts!"

"Brother Li... I seem to have heard that Qu Chuchen lost." The scholar holding a folding fan murmured.

The face of the classmate beside him turned red, and he clenched his fists excitedly: "I heard that too!"

He exhaled heavily, and then laughed loudly.The scene was chaotic, and some people flocked up to watch the picture of winning.

Some ran to the distance to tell their friends the amazing news.If the song "Time" boosted morale, then after this scene, the situation has reversed.

The fat white scholar keenly caught the word "Mr. He" and opened his mouth wide, wondering if my guess is true?
At the same time, more and more people, noticing this, started asking questions.Several old masters were confused and didn't understand why people outside reacted so strongly to this surname.

After learning that not long ago there was a similarly dressed little gentleman in Baidi, who called himself "He" and defeated Mr. Zhong Tong with a song "Time", the old masters also doubted life.

"Master Gao..." Outside the crowd, the female musician in a plain dress couldn't help looking at Gao Mingjing.

But seeing that the usually calm master had a dazed look on his face, his breathing was slightly short of breath, and he walked into the gate.

When the group stepped into the courtyard, they saw Wat Chuchen sitting by the desk, staring at the newly spread drawing paper in a daze.

Seeing his fellow disciples coming, Fang Fu returned to his senses with shame on his face:

"Master Gao... I... Hey, Mr. Tong, why are you here? Shouldn't you be guarding Baidi?"

Mr. Zhong Tong didn't say a word, just stared at him with a kind of sad eyes, Qu Chuchen's heart was fluttering.

Gao Mingjing took a deep breath and asked, "What's going on?"

Qu Chuchen immediately told the story, and finally said in admiration:
"That son is really a wonderful brush. It's just an ordinary scroll, but the implication made me lose my mind for a while. His painting skills are so ingenious. He only uses the simplest and thinnest lines to outline the feeling of being on the scene. yes……"

Gao Mingjing was silent, for some reason, Ji Ping'an's face appeared in his mind when he heard the other party's description.

But...the two styles are very different.

Ji Ping'an's painting style is thick and thick, rough and wild.

This Mr. "He" has simple lines and is lifelike... Besides, Gao Mingjing had seen Ji Ping'an's paintings in person before, and had judged his level.

Although these two people also stand out with "artistic conception", their skills are not in the same order of magnitude.

But what Gao Mingjing didn't know was that, with the same skill, painting some ordinary landscapes, flowers and plants; the effect is naturally very different from painting the deep scenes in memory.

Just like any painter, the pinnacle works are one level higher than the rest.

"Where is that person?" Gao Mingjing interrupted.

Qu Chuchen regretted: "I have already left through the back door."

Immediately, he frowned and asked puzzledly, "Master Gao... did something happen outside?"

At this time, he couldn't feel anything strange.Gao Mingjing hesitated to speak, but suddenly remembered something, his expression changed, and he said:

"Oops, go to the chess academy!"

After finishing speaking, he walked away with a flick of his sleeves, leaving Qu Chuchen and other painters in a mess in the wind.

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Shendu Chess Academy.

When Ji Pingan was wearing a bamboo hat, when he came here, he could only see a few people gathering sparsely on the spacious square paved with bluestone roads under the sun.

Compared with the grand occasion of the turbulent crowd three days ago, it was a bit bleak.

After the big national player lost, several national players came to the stage one after another in the past two days, but this time, the "Chess King" won without even using the "boil the eagle" tactic.

For a moment, the spirit of the chess player in Kyoto fell to the bottom, and he felt powerless.

At this moment, Ke Qiao was the only one sitting alone in the empty arena, and the chair opposite was somewhat empty.

And the wooden planks propped up in the square are also empty.Sitting next to him was a dejected and listless chess speaker.

Even a few yamen servants in the complex security system were sitting on the steps, and when they saw a figure walking slowly through the crowd, they didn't even bother to lift their buttocks.

It wasn't until a yamen servant realized that Ji Pingan was walking straight towards the arena that he elbowed his colleague:

"Hey, someone is fighting."

The colleague looked up and didn't pay much attention: "What does it have to do with us?"

They are in charge of maintaining law and order, but looking at the few people in the square... they suddenly feel that their work is meaningless.

However, after all, it was an errand arranged by the government. Although the mentality was numb, the "referee" who was guarding nearby and the boy who was responsible for transmitting the chess records still exerted their energy and moved slowly.

……

on the ring.

The "chess king" Ke Qiao, who is slightly fat, with a round chin and squinted eyes, looked up at the young man sitting opposite him, and was stunned for a while.

For some reason, although the appearance was unfamiliar, it gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

As if seen somewhere.

"Is that all right?" Ji Pingan asked.

Hearing this, Ke Qiao put on a habitual smile and said, "You are ready, I can do it anytime."

...This is more refreshing than the previous two games... Ji Ping'an was quite satisfied, and said:
"Then let's get started."

Ke Qiao raised his hand and said, "Please."

It means, ask him to hold the black first.In Da Zhou's Go rules, playing black first will have a certain advantage.

Ji Pingan shook his head, grabbed a handful of chess pieces: "Guess first."

Ke Qiao smiled, thinking that the arrogance of the people in Shendu really permeated his bones, so he grabbed a few chess pieces and guessed first, but it turned out that Ji Pingan was the black one.

Ke Qiao shook his head with a smile, thinking that this is still the same.

Ji Ping'an was very satisfied, although the Grand Master of Zhou even had to comment on the fights between cats and dogs in the village, and he was never very gracious.

But after all, the big bullies the small, and he can't take advantage of this little fat man.

Thinking that if there were no accidents, there would be some chaos around here later, Ji Pingan seized the time to grab a sunspot with his thumb, middle finger, and index finger, and pressed it somewhere on the chessboard with a "click".

Ke Qiao frowned slightly, lifted a white piece with the most elegant gesture, and stuck it on it with a click.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

The chess pieces fell one by one, and there was no earth-shattering shock.

For things like Go, unless you deliberately play some strange positions, you will probably not see anything at the beginning of the game.

Just like the two armies confronting each other, they fought steadily at first, mediocre and boring.As for the tactics of cavalry rushing into the formation and hiding in the dark, they have always been supplementary, not the right way.

This chess game just started without any waves, even boringly.

The referee next to him held the book in his hand, picked up a pen to draw the position on the game record, tore off a page and handed it to the boys below.

The latter made many copies of it and sent one copy to a long table near the steps of the Chess Academy.

This is for the chess players of the chess academy, and they can barely be regarded as the judges of the referee's seat.

But for things like Go, just count the wins and losses and look back, and there is no room for wrangling. Simply put: it is useless.

The other copies were given to a famous chess speaker on the square.

When the huge "chess pieces" were attached to the erected wooden boards, the sparse crowd gathered in twos and threes.

Then I was disappointed to find that there was nothing special about the two sides at the beginning, and both sides looked like a mess.

A chess speaker yawned and said:

"The start is very stable, um, the exciting part can only come out after dozens of moves."

As he was speaking, he suddenly raised his eyes, and was stunned to see a crowd of people approaching the street in the distance.

At first, there were not many, but some literati arrived in carriages. Seeing the iconic bamboo hat on the stage from a distance, they were shocked and arranged carriages and horses to occupy the best positions.

Then, came at a fast pace, well-informed part of the rivers and lakes, and the people who were closer.

This group of people was not so refined, they rushed over noisily, and rushed to the front of the ring, scrambling for positions, while exclaiming again and again:
"It seems to be Mr. He!"

"Bamboo hat, green shirt, this stature... shouldn't be bad. Mr. He is right."

"Scary, people dressed like this are very common, right? Your eyes are like eagles at such a distance? Just say you can see clearly?" Someone retorted.

"Nonsense, who dares to come on stage at this time and still look like this?" The reckless man shot back.

"Wait, why did you come here so fast? Hey, brother Wang, you were looking at paintings in Qingxingyuan, why did you come here too? I heard that someone in Baidi had won, so I wanted to come to the Chess Academy to see if there were also some of them." Change." A young man was surprised.

The scholar who was familiar with him was also surprised:
"I was in Green Apricot Garden. I came here when I learned that someone had defeated that Qu Chuchen."

"Miss Zhao, have you rushed here too? Come here quickly, there is a good seat." A rich man greeted him beside the carriage.

Order the servants to set down the tables and chairs to show a grandeur.

The young lady of the rich family led the maid, and said with a smile:

"I heard from the servant girl that there was a Mr. 'He' who defeated Zhong Tongjun and Qu Chuchen in a row by himself. He guessed whether he would come to the chess academy, but he didn't want it to be true."

"This is about to happen."

The crowd was turbulent, talking a lot, surrounded the chess lecture stalls one by one, the chess lecturers showed astonishment, completely unaware of what happened, and subconsciously cheered up.

"Stop these people!"

The yamen servants who were squatting in the shade to rest their feet were shocked, and they picked up their sabers and stepped forward to block the crowd.

My heart is at a loss, I don't know why.

"Dean, why are there so many people here?" The chess players at the long table turned pale with shock, confused by this sudden scene.

Can't help but think: Is the person who fights some big shots?

But everyone is a famous chess player, but they don't know that such a person exists.

The skinny headmaster of the Chess Academy stood up and ordered his servant to inquire. After a while, the servant came back dripping with sweat and said:
"Principal, this group of people came here from Baidi and Qingxingyuan. It is said that there is a surnamed 'He' who defeated Mo Lin's two arenas successively."

What happened?The chess players of the Great Zhou Dynasty instinctively questioned, but the flow of people in front of them would not be fake, and the pedestrians, carriages and horses still coming on the street in the distance would not be fake.

Could it be true... The skinny Dean was briefly absent-minded:
"What you said, Mr. 'He', could it be..."

The servant said "Yes", wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and pointed to the figure on the ring:
"Here, that's the one."

……

Clouds moved in the sky, and the sun poured down, making the chessboard a bit brighter.

on the ring.

In order not to disturb the thinking of the chess players, formations are also arranged around the arena, which can greatly reduce the sound from outside, so the two sides playing chess did not notice the changes in the arena at first.

Just focus on the squares of the chessboard.

"despair."

The "Chess King" Ke Qiao has made a move, and he is quite satisfied. In the stage of layout, it is not yet obvious.But he could see that this opponent was not bad.

Perhaps, is it the personal disciple of a great national player?

Just as he was thinking about it, the practitioner's inspiration came into effect, he turned his head to look at the audience, and then became visibly stunned.

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ps: The typo is changed first and then changed

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