"Gu Yuanyuan's father was a general of the Northern Army. He was snatched away by the Windy-Broadsword Sect for some reason a few years ago, which caused a great disturbance."
Big Sister Cui said in a low voice, "It was said that the Master Broadsword King liked his chess skill and wanted him to represent the Windy-Broadsword Sect at the Plum Meeting to win some fame."
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue were both surprised and interested to hear the name of the Windy-Broadsword Sect at the Plum Meeting after finally hearing the name of the Windy-Broadsword Sect.
The young man named Gu Yuanyuan had a proud expression on his face, which was totally different from the mysterious envoy who had gone to Aoyama to participate in the Sword Cleansing Tournament.
It seemed that Que Niang of the Mirror Sect, Shang Jiulou of Yimaozhai, and Gu Yuanyuan of the Windy-Broadsword Sect were the most popular candidates for this year's chess tournament.
In many people's eyes, their chess skills were much better than the so-called national chess players, and they might pose a slight threat to Tong Yan.
The Cultivation practitioners participating in the Plum Meeting didn't want to meet such strong chess players at the very beginning, which was why the forest was so deserted.
What the scholar Yimaozhai and Gu Yuanyuan said made Sensei angry, "What kind of people are they?"
Thinking of Tong Yan outside the old plum garden that day, Zhao Layue said, "Those who like playing chess have different minds."
What she meant was that the chess players focused on winning and losing, so their way of thinking was different from the regular Cultivation practitioners; but others might misunderstand her words.
Sensei's eyes brightened, thinking that this big sister was indeed the peak master of Aoyama, and her words were so domineering.
Hearing this, Shang Jiulou, Gu Yuanyuan, and the practitioners in the distance were all angry, and even Que Niang of the Mirror Sect couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. But what could they do?
Jing Jiu didn't say anything, nor did he linger in the forest. He kept on walking forward.
Seeing this, some practitioners shook their heads in disappointment, but the mocking expression on Gu Yuanyuan's face grew more obvious.
A place in the mountain was covered with green trees, but they weren't so dense that they could block the scorching sun and let the sunlight pass through. A small stream ran through the forest, and the green grass by the stream looked like a carpet. It was a beautiful scene.
Jing Jiu stopped and said, "The stream is very clear. Let's do it here."
Sensei looked around and found that there was no pavilion nearby. She couldn't help but feel angry. "I didn't ask you to pick the place for your spring outing. Which pavilion do you want to go to?"
Zhao Layue looked at the grass by the stream and wondered if they were really here to bask in the sun and sleep.
"Thank you."
Jing Jiu said to Senior Sister Cui, even though he wasn't paying attention and didn't care about the experts participating in the chess tournament.
Senior Sister Cui smiled faintly.
Sensei asked with some distrust, "You remember everything?"
Jing Jiu said, "I've memorized it."
Zhao Layue thought that he was indeed good at deceiving young girls.
"There's another very powerful one."
Sensei said very seriously, "It hasn't appeared yet. I'll tell you when I see it."
As time passed, more and more people gathered in the mountains. Although no one was talking loudly, it gradually became noisy.
Many people noticed that Aoyama Sect had yet to show up.
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In the Nishiyama House.
Yao Songshan said hesitantly, "Senior Master, though we seldom participated in the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting tournaments at the Plum Meeting, isn't Young Senior Master here today?"
The disciples of Aoyama were all standing in the courtyard, waiting for Nan Wang's order.
Nan Wang said, "I don't know how to play chess, but I know it's useless to have more helpers. You people going to cheer for him is useless except to disturb his mind."
Hearing this, the disciples of Aoyama felt helpless, thinking that they could still go and have a look even if it was the case.
The result of the chess tournament today wasn't just about Jing Jiu, nor was it about the Shenmo Peak, but it was about the reputation of the entire Aoyama Sword Sect.
"I know what you people are thinking. It's not too late to go when Jing Jiu enters the final match."
Walking to the stone steps, Nan Wang said while looking at the distant mountains, "If he loses at the very beginning … why should we go and embarrass ourselves?"
The disciples felt even more helpless, wondering if Senior Master really thought that Jing Jiu could defeat so many highly achieved chess players and come to Tong Yan's side in the end.
Nan Wang knew what the disciples were thinking, saying, "It's impossible. Do you think it's possible before he defeated Gu Han and broke Guo Nanshan's flying sword? "
Hearing this, the disciples were taken aback, thinking that it was indeed the case. They had developed an inexplicable confidence in Jing Jiu.
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There was a slight commotion on the Chess Board Mountain, the discussions taking place. Countless gazes were fixed on a certain spot.
Seeing the young woman on the mountain path, Gu Yuanyuan lost his previous indifference. He started talking to himself with an extremely nervous expression.
"Why is Young Sister Dong 'er here? Is she going to enter the pavilion as well? "
His nervousness stemmed from the fact that he hoped she would participate in the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting and have more chances to interact with her, but he didn't want her to be hurt by losing to him.
That young woman was Guo Dong, the daughter of Shui Yue Nunnery, who had won first place in the zither tournament of the Plum Meeting.
Jing Jiu was looking at the water by the stream. Hearing the name in the discussions, he turned around and looked in that direction.
Guo Dong's appearance was as ordinary as rumored, and there was nothing special in her eyes. Only her plump nose was eye-catching.
But for some reason, this ordinary young woman made Jing Jiu stare at her for a long time, and he stared at her very seriously.
Zhao Layue also looked in that direction, and then she remembered the zither music she had heard in the back mountain of the Plum Garden.
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The commotion started again in front of the Chess Board Mountain, and the discussions grew louder. It was because the people from the Zhongzhou School had arrived.
The mountain wind ruffled the white veil, making the pretty face inside look even more vivid. Though there was no fragrance, many people seemed to smell it.
Surrounded by her colleagues, the young woman walked slowly on the mountain path. Her figure and temperament were both very delicate, like the wisps of smoke.
Seeing the scene, Sensei snorted lightly, but didn't say anything.
She was the daughter of the Sect Master of the Platanus Sect, and Bai Zao was the daughter of the Sect Master of the Zhongzhou School. If others didn't like her, who knew what kind of trouble would ensue?
Though she was still young, she knew how to behave in such a situation.
Lo Huainan still didn't come.
The fog moved slightly, and two figures appeared. Tong Yan and Xiang Wanshu walked onto the mountain path at the same time.
As the main character of the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting, he was the last one to arrive.
Countless salutes broke out one after another.
Different from the treatment given to Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue earlier, everyone was saluting Tong Yan this time, regardless of whether they were close to the Zhongzhou School or not.
It wasn't a salute to the Zhongzhou School, but a salute to Tong Yan himself.
Tong Yan's chess playing skill was indescribably high, and he hadn't been defeated for many years. He had defeated the highly achieved swordsmen of Zhaoge City in a row a few days ago, proving his unparalleled status. More importantly, he had entered the Dao through chess playing, and then used the Dao to nurture the chess playing. As a result, he had pushed the chess playing level in Chaotian to an unprecedented level.
Under the influence of Tong Yan's thoughts and playing style, the young famous chess players like Queniang of the Mirror Sect, Shang Jiulou of Yimaozhai, and Gu Yuanyuan of the Windy-Broadsword Sect had surpassed the national chess players and the predecessors in the Cultivation circle in a few short years. It could be said that they could defeat their peers in any era. However, they could only follow in the footsteps of Tong Yan, even though they were so outstanding.
In terms of chess playing, Tong Yan could definitely be regarded as one of the best chess players in the ancient and modern times, and a saint in chess playing.
Most of the Cultivation practitioners who came to the Chess Board Mountain that day were interested in and knowledgeable about chess playing. How could they not show the highest respect to such a figure?
Tong Yan walked toward the top of the mountain.
Countless gazes followed him.
He walked past the sea of bamboos, the pine forest, and the wild flowers, and came to the empty space among the cliffs.
There were three pavilions here, and three people stood in front of each pavilion.
Besides Tong Yan and a certain someone, they were the three most powerful chess players in the world.
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"You've finally come."
Shang Jiulou had put down the book in his hand a while ago. His eyes looking at Tong Yan were full of a rarely seen fervent emotion among the disciples of Yimaozhai.
In the last two Plum Meetings, he had entered the top four once and the top sixteen the other time, but he had been defeated by Tong Yan both times.
He was the one who wanted to defeat Tong Yan the most at the Plum Meeting, except for a certain someone.
Tong Yan halted his steps and asked him, "Are you waiting for me?"
Taking a deep breath, Shang Jiulou said, "Yes, I'll definitely defeat you this time."
Tong Yan said, "Writing and drawing can be the best of the best, so the disciples of your house are good at it. But playing chess requires talent; how can you defeat me?"
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