Traveling through Tianlong: Starting from the Zhenlong chess game

Chapter 192 Old Immortal Xingxiu!

Since Duan Yu arrived that day, although he has not played against Su Xinghe, he has been thinking about how to solve Zhenlong's chess game.

Because he was prepared in advance, Duan Yu actually played against Su Xinghe for more than fifty moves before losing.

While Su Xinghe and Duan Yu were playing chess on a small chessboard, Shi Qinglu copied down the chess records, and Xue Muhua laid out the big chessboard on the stone wall behind with everyone.

Looking at Duan Yu's profound chess skills, everyone admired him.

Zhao Mu looked at the game on the chessboard and said: "Brother Duan's chess skills are really not bad. He actually played more than fifty moves with senior brother at such a disadvantage."

Murong Fu also praised: "Yes, I didn't expect that Prince Duan's chess skills are so superb. If it were me, I would be defeated in just twenty moves."

Zhao Mu looked at Qiao Feng on the other side of him and said, "What do you think, brother?"

Hearing this, Qiao Feng smiled awkwardly and said: "Haha, good brother, don't make fun of me. Brother, I am a rough man. I only drink wine. How can I do such elegant things. Brother Wei can only watch the siege war game. Just a rough idea, how can you see the subtlety of the chess game in front of you?"

The fighting on the chess board continued, and finally at the fifty-ninth move, Duan Yu finally couldn't move any further. Duan Yu finally put down his chess pieces and said: "This Zhenlong chess game is really mysterious and extraordinary. Duan Yu admits defeat!" Then Duan Yu threw in his pieces and admitted defeat.

After Duan Yu stood up, Su Xinghe just waved his hand, and the chess pieces flew out of the plate, and the game between the two resumed. And he waited calmly for the next challenger to come forward.

Many people present stopped in their tracks when they saw Duan Yu defeated. After all, they don't have confidence that their chess skills can beat Duan Yu. What's more, most of them didn't really come to the appointment, and most of them came just to watch the excitement. There are also some people who come because of Xue Muhua's face. After all, it was Xue Muhua's master who opened the Zhenlong chess game and invited people from all over the world. They still have to give me this little face.

Seeing the silence in front of him, Zhao Mu said, "Why don't you come forward and give it a try, Brother Murong?"

Murong Fu heard this and was about to step forward when he saw a figure falling from the sky.

Everyone looked around and saw a Fan monk landing in front of Su Xinghe.

"Amitabha, young monk Jiumozhi, I heard that Mr. Su has been posting hero posts widely, inviting talented people from all over the world to crack the Zhenlong chess game. The young monk is also obsessed with the Central Plains Go game, so he wants to ask Mr. Su for advice."

Looking at Jiumozhi who appeared in front of him, Zhao Mu said loudly: "Brother Duan, it seems that we are really enemies. Last time, he didn't burn you as a living sword manual. This time, I'm afraid that your participation in the chess game was fake and he kidnapped you again." You are the real one.”

Hearing this voice, Jiumozhi raised his eyes and saw Zhao Mu and Duan Yu standing in the crowd.

Jiumozhi heard the words and smiled and said: "Oh! It turns out that Prince Duan and this young hero are also here. It's really a pleasure to meet you! It's a pleasure to meet you! But the young monk is indeed here to ask Mr. Su for advice on chess skills today. The grudge between the two and the young monk Can we wait until the young monk has finished asking for advice on chess skills before solving the problem?"

Zhao Mu looked at Duan Yu beside him and said, "What do you think, Brother Duan?"

Duan Yu didn't know that Zhenlong chess game was specially arranged by Zhao Mu to kill Ding Chunqiu. He looked at Su Xinghe and said: "Since today is a good day for Mr. Su to invite people from all over the world to appreciate chess skills, I think we should not It’s good to disrupt the situation. It’s not too late to settle our grievances with the Great Ping Lun King.”

Zhao Mu said with a smile: "In that case, let's follow your opinion, Brother Duan. Let's wait until he finishes playing the chess game."

Hearing this, Jiumozhi said politely: "Thank you!" Then Jiumozhi sat in front of Su Xinghe, and after briefly observing the situation, he started to make moves.

When Jiumozhi was about to make his move, he heard bursts of sneers. "When did the Zhenlong chess game become a turn for the Fan monk to investigate?! Senior brother, it seems that the people you invited this year are not just from the Central Plains. But why did you even invite the Fan monk, but not the younger brother? Come. Senior brother, this disregard of the friendship of the same sect really chills my heart."

Jiumozhi heard this and praised: "Good work! I don't know who you are?"

Just when Jiumozhi also retorted with the method of sound transmission from thousands of miles away, he only heard the sound of drums and groups of minions shouting: "Old Immortal Xingxiu! The Dharma controls the Central Plains! The magical power is vast! The magical power is boundless. !”

Hearing this slogan, Zhao Mu couldn't help but laugh: "Haha! What is supposed to come has finally come." Zhao Mu said to Qiao Feng beside him, "Brother, please stay away for now. You have had trouble with this old monster before. If you let him Seeing you here, I'm afraid I'm going to run away again with my tail between my legs."

Qiao Feng nodded silently, then used Qing Kung to temporarily leave the crowd, and then hid in the dark, waiting for opportunities.

As the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect entered the venue and formed two groups, a sedan chair was slowly carried in.

Everyone present looked up. I saw a man wearing crane attire, holding a black fan in his hand, with crane hair and childlike face being slowly carried in by a group of disciples.

Zhao Mu knew that the person in front of him was Ding Chunqiu, but it was completely different from the image he imagined.

Influenced by movies and TV dramas, Zhao Mu thought that Ding Chunqiu was either a fat old man who liked to listen to flattery, or someone with a fierce face.

But the Ding Chunqiu in front of him not only did not have the ferocious aura of a great evil man, but the look of him holding a feather fan in his hand, also had the appearance of an immortal.

And compared to Su Xinghe in front of him, Ding Chunqiu also looked younger.

Although Ding Chunqiu's hair was all white, his face looked like that of a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, not like an old man in his sixties or seventies. Judging from appearance alone, Ding Chunqiu is similar in age to Qiao Feng, Murong Fu and others.

But what surprised Zhao Mu the most was Ding Chunqiu's appearance. Ding Chunqiu's face was like a crown jade, and his appearance was very handsome. If one were to judge by his appearance alone, no one would be able to tell that the person in front of him was a big devil who did all kinds of evil.

Now Zhao Mu was feeling a little emotional. He felt that he might be the ugliest one among the formal disciples of Xiaoyao Sect. No wonder Wu Yazi said that his appearance was just okay when he accepted him as his disciple. Compared with the Ding Chunqiu in front of him, he was indeed a little behind.

Xue Muhua said at this time: "You traitor, I didn't expect you to really come!"

"Traitor? Is this the attitude of the younger generation when talking to my uncle? Senior Brother, your disciples are really getting more and more unruly. It seems that Senior Brother is neglecting to discipline them. Why don't you let me, Junior Brother, discipline them for you? !" After Ding Chunqiu said this, he waved the feather fan in his hand, and a purple mist headed towards Xue Muhua.

Zhao Mu was about to take action when he saw Su Xinghe wave his long sleeve and shoot out a burst of Qi, which directly dispersed Ding Chunqiu's poisonous mist.

The purple poisonous mist fell on the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect. In an instant, the skin of the disciples contaminated by the purple mist began to fester, and they wailed endlessly, and then fell to the ground and died.

Seeing this terrifying scene, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but screamed in fright.

Ding Chunqiu followed the sound and couldn't help but frown when he saw Wang Yuyan's face.

(End of this chapter)