It was crowded outside the pavilion, and a few wild plums were trampled on, looking desolate.
Many more people were on their way here. It was a bit chaotic on the Chess Board Mountain.
He Zhan had left the stream and came to the front of the pavilion.
Sensei had been following him the whole time. "Aren't you going to play Go?" she asked curiously.
"No," He Zhan said while shaking his head.
Under the circumstances, watching Go was more important than playing Go.
Sensei asked concernedly, "Aren't you afraid of being disqualified?"
"The law doesn't punish the masses."
He Zhan pointed to the two people in the pavilion and said, "Who would be in the mood to play Go after their performance?"
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This was the most anticipated game at the Plum Meeting.
People had thought that this game would happen a few days later, or it wouldn't happen at all.
Who knew that at a moment that no one would have expected, this match would begin like this?
It was like the climax of a story that had just begun. It was truly exciting.
The Cultivation practitioners who came to watch the chess game had surrounded the pavilion in the shortest time possible.
The participants of the chess game couldn't control their emotions any longer.
Shang Jiulou was the first to leave the pavilion, followed by Gu Yuanyuan and Que Niang, and then more and more participants walked out of the pavilion.
Even those matches that had already started stopped.
There was only one Go game on the entire Chess Board Mountain.
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Hearing the report from his subordinate, Duke Of He said helplessly, "That's it then. The games that have started should be sealed. The rest of the matters can be discussed after the game is finished."
The subordinate asked worriedly, "What if this game takes three days and three nights?"
Duke Of He said with a smile, "Given Tong Yan's level, it won't take her so long to defeat Jing Jiu. As long as Jing Jiu doesn't play those dirty tricks to stall for time, it'll be fine. "
"I heard that the important figures of the Zhongzhou School and the Aoyama Sect are all furious," the official said uncertainly. "What if Jing Jiu really tries to stall for time?"
The Duke Of He waved his hand and said, "No, Jing Jiu is the disciple of Zhenren Jingyang."
The official thought that if Jing Jiu behaved like the Immortal Jingyang, why would he participate in the Plum Meeting and compete with others in front of so many people?
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Guessing first in the chess tournament of the Plum Meeting was no different from guessing first in regular chess games.
The only difference was that both sides were cultivators. They could use their spiritual senses to try to see the number of chess pieces in each other's hands.
Of course, the other party could also use their Divine Sense to form a barrier. In the end, it all depended on whose Divine Sense was stronger.
In a sense, this was another form of fairness. At the same time, it meant that the competition would begin before the game.
Countless eyes fell on Tong Yan's hand.
No one dared to let their divine senses land on that hand, because that was an extremely rude action, bordering on provocation.
However, the crowd could sense a white flame in Tong Yan's hand even from a distance of more than one hundred feet.
Those flames represented the pure and abundant Zhen Yuan, which should be the manifestation of the Heavenly Origin Method of the Zhongzhou School, which had been cultivated to a high state.
It was then that Jing Jiu said something unexpected, "Which Stone do you want to use?"
Upon hearing this, Tong Yan raised her eyebrows slowly, and the crowd became restless.
Are you sure you can see through even numbers? Isn't this a bit too arrogant?
Tong Yan didn't get angry, but the expression in his eyes while looking at Jing Jiu grew colder. "I'll use the white Stone," he said.
Choosing the white Stone could be interpreted as his habit of striking later, or as a disdain and disregard for the opponent.
Though the games had their own rules, many people thought it was more important to make the first move.
"Three Stones."
Jing Jiu reported the number of chess pieces in his hands.
There was no need to mention even numbers.
The crowd became restless again, but soon calmed down.
Tong Yan squinted at Jing Jiu without saying anything.
Jing Jiu looked as usual, as if it was a matter of course.
He picked up a black Stone and put it on the board.
Three, three.
A sigh was heard outside the pavilion.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with this move.
This was the most common position for the first black Stone.
It was just that the audience was really looking forward to this game, hoping to see something special, or some earth-shattering choice.
Of course, people were also very clear that unless Jing Jiu directly put the Stone on the Tianyuan or the corner, it was just an opening. How special could it be?
With a light clap, Tong Yan directly picked up a white Stone and put it on the board without thinking.
Jing Jiu's response was also very fast, and the second black Stone was put on the empty space in the upper left corner.
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Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
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It was quiet, and only the sound of the Stone falling on the board could be heard.
The game that countless people were watching began in this ordinary way.
The speed at which the two placed their Stones was neither fast nor slow, and every few seconds, a Stone would be put down.
The number of black and white Stones on the board slowly increased.
No one would be stupid enough to exclaim at this time, and no one would be stupid enough to start questioning at this time.
The situation on the board was very ordinary, and the black and white Stones were placed in very ordinary positions. Who could tell what was good and what was bad?
But people still felt a little strange, because the beginning of this game was too ordinary. There were no surprises or surprises.
The current situation was very simple. There was no killing, and no deep meaning could be seen.
The game of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan was like two people standing opposite each other, each making moves, but they never slashed at each other with their swords or magic weapons.
The most puzzling thing was that they didn't feel that the two were accumulating their sword momentum and Zhen Yuan, ready to make a big move later.
Zhao Layue didn't know much about Go, so she didn't feel anything.
Sensei knew something about Go, so she didn't understand.
This chess game was too ordinary.
It didn't match the reputation of Tong Yan and Jing Jiu at all.
Some people in the distance started to talk in low voices.
"What's going on?"
"This level looks very ordinary."
"Is Young Master Tong Yan holding back because he doesn't want to embarrass the Aoyama Sect?"
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Nan Wang and the disciples of Aoyama had arrived at the Chess Board Mountain, but they didn't approach the pavilion, standing in the forest a little further away.
Hearing those discussions, some disciples changed their expressions slightly, and they subconsciously forgot to look at Nan Wang.
The disciples of Aoyama didn't know much about zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, so they didn't know whether those people's discussions were true or not.
"A bunch of idiots."
Nan Wang said, "If you don't understand Go, go and watch those who can."
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Those who came to the Chess Board Mountain that day were either young disciples who were going to participate in the chess game, or teachers and colleagues who came to watch the game. They were all people who loved Go.
If they didn't know how to play chess, then who was qualified to be called a chess player?
Someone noticed something strange.
Outside the pavilion.
Shang Jiulou and Que Niang looked at the Go board with a serious expression, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They were much more nervous than if they were playing Go by themselves.
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