In Yujing House, Jiu Gongzi asked Ye Futian and the others, "Do you want to go up the mountain and have a look, or do you want to rest in Yujing House first?"
"Let's go up the mountain," Ye Futian said. They had chosen to come to Chess Saint Villa.
Most of the people who came to Yujing House were probably on the mountain.
"Alright." Jiu Gongzi nodded and led Ye Futian and the others up the mountain path behind Yujing House.
Jinghua Mountain was very tall, and Chess Saint Villa was built at the top of the mountain, leaning against it. It was a majestic sight.
There were many people in Chess Saint Villa, and all of them had extraordinary temperaments. At the moment, more people were gathered at a cliff in Chess Saint Villa, which was also known as Chess Peak.
There were people standing on the huge rocks at Chess Peak, looking forward. There were nine huge chessboards spread out in the air, and each chessboard emanated wondrous power.
At the moment, an extremely intense chess battle was taking place on one of the chessboards.
One of the two people playing was a young man dressed in purple with a longsword at his waist. He was handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. His opponent was an old man who looked ordinary, but his temperament was as steady as a mountain. It was as if he had become one with the chessboard.
The two of them stood on the chessboard. The young man waved his hand, and a chess piece fell from the sky, stabbing into a spot like a sharp sword. The moment the chess piece fell, it felt as if an extremely powerful rule of the sword had penetrated it.
The old man waved his hand, and the chess piece fell with a loud sound, smashing onto the chessboard. The mountain trembled, and a formless pressure descended, suppressing the eruption of the sword will.
"Is this a chess battle?" Ye Futian asked.
For ordinary people, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting were all used to cultivate the mind and cultivate the mind. However, for cultivators, other than these, it was more important to fight.
If it was not beneficial for cultivation and could not be used for fighting, who would spend so much effort on it?
The title of Chess Saint was not because of his unparalleled chess skills, but because his chess skills were extraordinary, just like musical sorcery and painters.
When he was young, he had once engaged in a guqin and painting battle with Zhou Mu, the disciple of the Art Saint of Donghai City. His fourth brother, Xue Ye, had a Book Martial Spirit and was adept at using books. He had once met a cultivator in Alchemy City who used chess as a matrix.
However, it was the first time he had seen a chess battle in the truest sense.
"Yes." Jiu Gongzi nodded and pointed at the young man in the chess battle, saying, "That man's name is Li Mu. His master is a mighty one ranked on the Sage and Sage Ranking, the Sword Celestial. He is an extremely renowned swordsman among the younger generation, with exceptional talents. The Sword Celestial was not only skilled with the sword, but also with sword matrixes. Li Mu was able to learn from him, and it was only natural that he would be able to do the same. His sword matrixes were incredibly powerful.
Smiling, Li Mu looked at Ye Futian and said, "So, there's even less hope for you. Of course, if there's someone among you who's good at this, you can try."
"The Ninth Young Master has also brought people to the Chess Saint Villa," someone said with a smile on a boulder to the side.
"I'm just joining in the fun," Ninth Young Master answered with a smile.
That person took a look at Ye Futian's group, finding them to be rather extraordinary in bearing. However, while there were many extraordinary people who came to the Chess Saint Villa, most of them were just there to have some fun and nothing more.
Ye Futian continued to watch the chess battle. As the two continued to place their pieces, Li Mu's expression grew more and more serious. His movements became slower and slower, and his palms began to sweat.
As he waved his hand, a sword aura shot through the air and swept across the chessboard with terrifying destructive power, but it was suppressed and stabilized by many of the pieces around him.
The old man waved his hand as well, and a dull rumble was heard in an instant. A group of pieces made of sword aura were shattered right away. The sword aura was destroyed and turned into nothingness, having been forcefully suppressed and destroyed.
Ye Futian had a very mystical feeling. He activated Freedom Meditation, and at the very next moment, he seemed to see the two of them not playing chess, but a battlefield on a chessboard. Many sword auras rampaged on the battlefield, and every sword was incredibly sharp, intending to destroy all enemies.
At that moment, another sword fell, causing many swords to resonate and ring in their ears, wanting to break their shackles and destroy the other's pieces.
However, at that moment, the old man placed a piece, and with a loud clang, Ye Futian vaguely saw a huge golden cauldron pressing down, suppressing the sword aura and preventing its power from exploding.
Many swords were buzzing and trembling, as if they were on the verge of being destroyed at any moment.
Li Mu shouted. He pointed forward with both hands, and a sword fell from the sky, turning into a piece that landed on the chessboard battlefield. In an instant, all the swords seemed to have turned into a terrifying sword matrix, and it was about to take shape.
However, at that moment, a dull rumble was heard, and a boundlessly heavy piece slowly landed on a spot.
The moment the piece landed on the chessboard, it shattered a sword realm, forcibly breaking the sword matrix. At the same time, the golden cauldron burst with dazzling light, and layers of light swept down, suppressing all the swords within, making them unable to break through.
Li Mu grunted, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His face was slightly pale, and the sword will circled in the sky, but it was unable to land, and he was hesitating.
Finally, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. His sword pierced through the heart and landed on the center of his opponent's chess piece. At the instant the chess piece landed, a formless destructive force swept out. The sword matrix was formed again, causing cracks to appear on his opponent's golden tripod.
The old man's expression did not change, and with a wave of his hand, another piece was placed. The moment the piece landed, Li Mu's face instantly turned pale, without a trace of blood. One side of the sword matrix was completely devoured and destroyed, turning into dust.
Following that, the other pieces were also completely devoured and disrupted, unable to form again. They were like a plate of loose sand.
"I've lost." Li Mu smiled bitterly and shook his head. He had not been able to pass the first stage. The Chess Saint was indeed worthy of his name. Although he was not skilled in chess, for cultivators, playing chess was a very simple matter, and it was easy to become proficient at it. This was because cultivators had powerful deductive abilities. However, the Chess Saint's chess skills were superb, and he had casually laid out nine games, which had stumped most people.
"Young Master Li has improved rapidly. You will be able to solve this game after a period of comprehension," the old man said. Li Mu nodded. He would not retreat just because he had lost. Even if he could not inherit the Art Saint's chessboard, it was still a kind of cultivation experience for him.
"Wonderful." Sage Wanxiang, who was behind Ye Futian, said, "Using chess to develop the matrix, advancing step by step, and containing endless changes, but in the end, it seems to return to the origin."
"Uncle-Master knows how to play chess?" Ye Futian asked.
"In the path of cultivation, all methods are interlinked. If you want to, you can," Wanxiang said.
This quack, Ye Futian thought to himself.
Ye Futian muttered to himself. Of course, he would not say it out loud.
"What do you mean?" Ye Futian was curious.
"Playing chess is like setting up a matrix, advancing step by step. The process of the two sides playing is also a process of mental calculation, calculating where the other side will place their pieces and how you will deal with it. As long as you can calculate all the changes and form the game in your mind, you will not lose even if you cannot win, so playing chess should be very simple," Wanxiang said.
Ye Futian's eyes sparkled. This uncle-master was an astrologer, and he could even calculate the fate of others. Calculating a chessboard was nothing to him.
Jiu Gongzi looked at Sage Wanxiang in shock. Is this old man crazy?
Calculate all the changes?
"How many places are there to place a piece on a chessboard? Every move will bring about different possibilities, which means that there will be endless changes in a game, and it is impossible to calculate all the changes. You want to calculate all the changes?" He looked at Wanxiang with a strange expression. While what Wanxiang said made sense, and the master had said that this was the way of chess, but it was a bit whimsical.
Of course playing chess was easy, and everyone knew it, but why was there only one Chess Saint in the Nine States?
"It doesn't need to be so complicated, just calculate the person playing," Wanxiang said very naturally.
"Crazy," Jiu Gongzi muttered, but then he smiled and said, "Why don't you try it?"
Wanxiang looked at Ye Futian and the others and asked, "Who wants to try the chess battle?"
Ye Futian blinked, then looked at the people around him and asked, "Who wants to go?"
However, he saw everyone looking at him at the same time, which made Ye Futian feel awkward. Did the Palace Lord need to do it himself?
"Xu Que," Ye Futian called. Xu Que looked away. He did not know if Wanxiang's words were true or not, and it was worth doubting.
"Qianchou," Ye Futian said again, and Zui Qianchou took out his gourd to drink.
"Seventh Brother." Ye Futian looked at Yi Xiaoshi, and the fat man looked at him lazily with a look of disdain.
Ye Futian's face darkened completely. Where was the dignity of the Palace Lord?
Forget it, as the Palace Lord, he should have a bearing and not stoop to their level.
As he thought about it, he stepped out and landed on the chessboard. He felt a mystical power shrouding him in an instant. It was as if there was a limit to the amount of power he could use on the chessboard. It was to prevent himself from using his plane to overwhelm his opponent, which would have violated the fairness of chess battles.
"Please advise me, sir," Ye Futian bowed and said.
"You go first," the old man said.
"After you, sir," Ye Futian said. If the old man did not play, how would he know what to do?
The old man did not say much and waved his hand. The first word fell, and it was as heavy as Mount Tai. Ye Futian felt the heavy pressure in an instant, and at that moment, he did not feel like he was playing chess, but on the battlefield.
Ye Futian was waiting.
"You can play however you want," Wanxiang said.
Ye Futian had the urge to beat someone up. Not to mention that he did not know how to play chess, even if he was really good at it, he would not be a match for someone from Chess Saint Villa.
He waved his hand, and the power of rules bloomed, integrated into the chess piece, and landed on a spot. A dull thud was heard, as if a star had fallen.
"What kind of move is that?" Many people looked at Ye Futian. They did not quite understand the first piece!
(End of this chapter)
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