While writing a diary at Zongwu, Wang Yuyan falls in love with someone else.

However, if they don't step up, someone else will.

Murong Fu leaped onto the large blue stone, grabbed a white piece from the large bamboo basket beside him, and accurately tossed it onto the 7-9 path in the "going" position.

Su Xinghe nodded secretly; this move was the key to solving the "Precious Chess Game".

Clearly, Murong Fu's skill in chess was also extraordinary.

Just as he was about to place his black piece, a black piece suddenly flew out of the large bamboo basket and landed in Kumārajīva's hand.

However, he was captured by Kumārajīva using the "Crane Control Technique".

Kumārajīva smiled and said, "Young Master Murong, although your martial arts are strong, your chess skills are probably just average. I'll take the liberty of playing a few moves with you on behalf of Mr. Su."

As he spoke, the black piece landed on the "go" position, on the 88th rank, which was exactly where Su Xinghe was going to place his piece.

Murong Fu's gaze turned cold, and he said coldly, "I may not necessarily lose to you."

With a wave of his hand, a white piece landed on the fifth or sixth line of the "go" position.

Kumārajīva then placed the black piece on the fourth or fifth line of the "go" position.

After three moves of back-and-forth exchange, Murong Fu suddenly stopped.

078 Kumārajīva: Murong, I am your uncle!

Before going on stage, Murong Fu carefully observed Su Xinghe's moves and pondered the game for a long time, confident that he had come up with a solution.

However, Kumārajīva's move was completely unexpected.

All his carefully laid plans had fallen apart, and he had to start from scratch. He felt extremely frustrated and his hatred for Kumārajīva intensified.

However, with everyone watching, he couldn't lash out, so he could only patiently reconsider.

After a long while, they placed another piece.

On the contrary, Kumārajīva thought very quickly and followed suit.

The two played more than twenty pieces, one fast and one slow, when suddenly Kumārajīva burst into laughter: "Young Master Murong, let's part ways!"

Murong Fu was furious: "You're just making trouble like this! Then you try to solve it."

Kumārajīva didn't take it to heart and laughed, "This game of chess is something that no one in the world can solve; it's just a way to play tricks on people. I know my own limitations and don't want to waste my energy on something pointless."

"But Young Master Murong, you can't even shake me off from the corners, do you still want to contend for the Central Plains?"

Kumārajīva's words, spoken with a double meaning, struck Murong Fu like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in shock.

His mind went blank, and those two sentences kept repeating to himself: "You can't even shake me off from the sidelines, do you still want to conquer the Central Plains?"

For a moment, I felt disheartened and overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Gradually, vision blurred, and the white and black pieces on the chessboard seemed to transform into generals and soldiers, with groups of men on the east and groups on the west, surrounding each other and fighting each other in an inextricable entanglement.

Murong Fu watched helplessly as his troops, armed with white flags and white armor, were surrounded by enemies with black flags and black armor. They charged left and right, but could not break through the encirclement.

Murong Fu grew increasingly anxious: "The fate of my Murong clan is sealed. All my efforts have been in vain. My life's work, though devoted to the utmost, has ultimately turned into a fleeting dream! It is fate, what more can be said?"

Suddenly he yelled and drew his sword, slashing his neck.

This scene was completely unexpected, and upon seeing the sudden change, everyone gasped in surprise.

The four retainers rushed forward to rescue them, but it was too late.

Just then, a voice cried out urgently, "Absolutely not!"

With a hiss, Murong Fu's longsword trembled and fell to the ground with a clang.

Along with it, a small pebble also fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at Xu Zhu.

It was he who saved Murong Fu by throwing stones as hidden weapons.

Jiang Sishui was also looking at the honest monk, feeling surprised.

Murong Fu was driven to despair by the chess game and committed suicide by drawing his sword. This event also occurred in the original novel, and it was Kumārajīva who interfered in the same way.

However, Duan Yu saved me that time with his "Six Meridian Divine Sword," but Duan Yu hasn't even come this time.

Jiang Sishui originally thought that Murong Fu was doomed, but unexpectedly, Xu Zhu appeared.

It seems this guy really wasn't meant to die.

Murong Fu's longsword slipped from his hand, and he awoke from the illusion with a start, his expression still blank: "What happened to me?"

A'Zhu explained, "Young master was so engrossed in this game of chess that he tried to draw his sword and commit suicide. Fortunately, this young master threw a stone and knocked the sword out of his hand."

Gongye Qian, one of the four great ministers, also advised, "Young master, this chess game is so captivating that it seems to contain illusions. You need not waste your energy on it."

Upon learning the whole story, Murong Fu was both shocked and frightened. He turned to look at Xu Zhu with mixed feelings and said loudly, "Thank you for your righteous help, Master. Murong of Gusu will be grateful!"

Because Murong Fu had won the lightness skill contest with Xu Zhu the day before, and Murong Fu was always quite magnanimous towards those who were inferior to him.

Therefore, this thank you came from the heart.

Upon seeing this, Xu Zhu quickly put his hands together in return and said, "Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. This is what this humble monk should do."

Upon seeing this, the assembled heroes couldn't help but laugh.

This ugly monk was strangely simple-minded, quite unlike the bald thieves they had seen who were all talk of compassion but full of evil intentions.

Murong Fu withdrew his gaze, then glanced sideways at Kumārajīva, and said, "Master, I will keep your 'teachings' in mind today."

Kumārajīva's eyes darkened, and he said with a forced smile, "This humble monk has known your father for decades, Young Master Murong, there's no need for such politeness."

This is an attempt to elevate one's seniority, putting oneself above Murong Fu, practically pointing a finger at him and saying: I am your uncle, you are my nephew, it is only right that I teach you, no need to thank me!

Murong Fu's face turned ashen. He snorted coldly and jumped off the large blue stone.

Kumārajīva also smiled and withdrew.

Su Xinghe then looked at the others.

The heroes looked at each other, but no one stepped forward.

With Tang Bohu's madness and embarrassment preceding them, and Murong Fu's demonic possession and attempt to commit suicide, the assembled heroes knew that the "Precious Chess Game" here seemed even more mysterious, and were wary, daring not to step forward.

"Obsession...inner demons..."

Huang Rong recalled the information about Murong Fu in the diary, and combined it with his behavior just now, as well as Tang Bohu's appearance, she vaguely understood something in her heart.

So she feigned surprise and said to Huang Yaoshi, "Father, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

Huang Yaoshi was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I can't solve it, and trying will be useless."

Huang Rong said "Oh," glanced at Feng Heng, and then fell silent.

On the other side, Hu Tiehua sighed deeply: "It's a pity that we're not playing chess, otherwise, with that old scoundrel's brain, he would definitely have opened the eyes of everyone here."

Chu Liuxiang smiled slightly: "We're just here to watch the fun."

Hu Tiehua said regretfully, "It seems the secret behind the 'Precious Chess Game' will remain unsolved. By the way, aren't you all a little curious?"

As she spoke, Hu Tiehua looked at Gao Yanan with a suspicious expression and said, "Yanan, I feel like you already know."

Gao Yanan rolled her eyes at him and retorted, "What is my background?"

Hu Tiehua was taken aback, not understanding what he meant, but still said, "A disciple of the Huashan Sect."

"What is the relationship between the Huashan Sect and the Xiaoyao Sect?"

"A relationship? You're one in Shanzhou and the other in Suzhou, separated by tens of thousands of miles. What kind of relationship could you possibly have?" (by Wang Hao)

Gao Yanan said irritably, "Since it has nothing to do with me, and I'm not a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect, how could I possibly know the secrets behind the game?"

Hu Tiehua had no rebuttal, but still muttered under his breath, "That's what they say, but I just have a feeling you know."

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Hu Tiehua was being stubborn.

Gao Yanan felt a chill run down her spine.

This nemesis, his intuition is truly sharp.

As if lost in thought, Gao Yanan sighed inwardly.

Seeing that no one was going to play, Su Xinghe was about to get up when he suddenly heard a voice drifting over from afar: "The Precious Chess Game, I'd like to give it a try."

Zhao Qiying recognized the voice and turned to look at Jiang Sishui.

Jiang Sishui happened to be looking at her and said in a low voice, "You've come at the right time. Let's avenge that day at the same time."

Zhao Qiying nodded slightly.

With a whooshing sound, three figures arrived side by side.

It was Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, and the Crocodile God of the South Sea.

079 Jealousy Takes hold: Murong Fu's challenge

As soon as the three villains appeared, the Crocodile God of the South Sea roared in a voice like metal clashing together—

"Our boss was overjoyed when he saw the invitation. He put aside everything else and rushed over to play chess. His martial arts skills are unparalleled, even better than my second brother Yue."

"Anyone who disagrees, come up and play three moves with him."

"Are you going to fight one-on-one, or all of you come at me together? Why aren't you drawing your weapons?"