Boom!
Gu Yuanyuan, who was in a trance, was awakened by the thunder. His body trembled and he almost fell down. He held onto the big tree beside him, panting in fear.
The crowd was also startled by the sudden thunder. They all looked up at the sky and realized that it was drizzling when they felt their cheeks were wet.
Zhao Layue stared at Jing Jiu in the pavilion, the black and white parts of her pupils clearly visible, the worry in her eyes evident.
Jing Jiu started his first long examination.
The white Go piece was seven or eleven, which was a move. How should he deal with it?
The clouds in the sky grew thicker, and the mountain became gloomier. The wind became colder and stronger, and the rain became heavier.
For some reason, the Great Formation of the Chess Board Mountain didn't play its full role.
The crowd dispersed slightly, but it soon returned to its original state.
The crowd was reluctant to leave, and they looked at the pavilion again.
Jing Jiu was lost in thought while looking at the Go board.
Tong Yan stood up again after putting down the white Go piece, and walked to the railing.
The sunlight illuminated his young face, which was full of confidence.
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Time went by, and the sky became gloomier.
Jing Jiu moved.
He picked up a Go piece and stretched it toward the Go board.
Whether it was the angle between the two fingers or the angle of the arm, they were all perfect.
He had learned all these details from the introductory Go book in Haizhou City.
Perfection was inevitably a bit too square and boring, but it could ensure that no problems would arise.
For example, the position of the black chess piece was exactly at the intersection of the two lines, without the slightest deviation.
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The black Go piece was placed on the Go board in Silence.
Three or nine.
A flash of lightning appeared in the distant sky as the clouds rolled.
The thunder couldn't reach the mountain because it was too far away, but the lightning could.
The lightning illuminated the Chess Board Mountain, but it became colder when it was reflected by the quiet black Go piece, like a flash of sword light.
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He Zhan raised his eyebrows, his sleeves trembling slightly.
Que Niang looked at the black Go piece and covered her chest with her hands, feeling very sad, as if she had been stabbed by a sword.
Shang Jiulou grunted, his face pale, and a trickle of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth.
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In the Three Purities Temple, Zen Master gazed at the two pieces that had just landed on the chessboard. After a long period of silence, he raised his head and gazed out the window.
The Chess Board Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds outside the window.
"Too dangerous."
Zen Master shook his head, no longer placing a piece on the chessboard. He gestured for the Daoist to do it.
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On the peak, sensing the change in the Qi of heaven and earth, the Duke Of He's expression changed several times. Then, he turned solemn and said in a low voice, "What did His Majesty say?"
A subordinate official lowered his head and said, "I've just contacted the Imperial Palace. His Majesty has just finished a temporary court meeting and is preparing to come over."
The Duke Of He took a few more glances at the bottom of the peak and said with a frown, "I hope this game won't end so soon."
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Regardless of whether they expected it or not, the highly anticipated first game of Go at this year's Plum Meeting had finally come to the second half, and the two sides had started to fight each other.
Jing Jiu and Tong Yan didn't hesitate any longer. The black Go pieces and the white Go pieces landed on the chessboard steadily, or even forcefully, one after another, making crisp sounds.
The crisp sounds didn't mean they were pleasing to the ears. Sometimes they could make people feel breathless, like a sword hacking on a rock or a magic treasure hitting on an iron gate.
Countless sword wills seemed to be generated on the chessboard, and the lethal intent filled heaven and earth. Those who knew how to play Go would find it hard to breathe when they sensed it.
Among the spectators outside the pavilion, Gu Yuanyuan's Go playing skill was a bit weaker than that of He Zhan and the other two, but it was still at a certain level.
Moreover, he had been fighting alongside the Broadsword King in the snowland in the north over the last few years, so he had seen the truly dangerous and bloody battlefields. As such, his perception of the game was much stronger.
In his eyes, the black Go pieces and the white Go pieces rotated at a high speed, turning into the armored vehicles in the snowland and the soldiers of the Snowy Kingdom all over the mountains and fields.
The hard accumulated ice was crushed, and the violent wind and snow were ignored. The soldiers and horses were neighing, and the wind was whistling. The lethal intent was everywhere, and death was everywhere.
When he saw a hideous-looking monster of the Snowy Kingdom pouncing on him, he couldn't bear it any longer, and passed out after letting out a scream.
Que Niang and Shang Jiulou were also in terrible condition. Their faces were pale, and blood could be seen at the corners of their lips. Their bodies were tottering, and it seemed that they would pass out at any moment.
He Zhan walked to the front of Que Niang and Shang Jiulou, blocking their view.
If he couldn't understand the game of Go like most of the spectators outside the pavilion, it wouldn't be a big deal.
However, Que Niang and the other two had a very high state, so they could understand a lot of the game of Go. Moreover, they had to keep up with the thinking speed of Jing Jiu and Tong Yan, which consumed too much of their energy.
He Zhan himself had given up on the game of Go when Jing Jiu and Tong Yan were resting.
He looked at Jing Jiu and Tong Yan in the pavilion with a grave and worried expression on his face.
If one had to pay such a high price to understand the game of Go, what kind of pressure would the person who played the game of Go have to bear?
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The game of Go went on. Jing Jiu and Tong Yan placed their Go pieces at the same speed as before, but it gave people a feeling that the pace of the game was speeding up.
The wind in the mountain grew colder and fiercer, or it was because the clouds in the sky grew thicker and darker.
It was the precursor of a rainstorm.
The crushed plum blossoms on the ground were blown all over the place.
The clouds were rolling restlessly, as if a black dragon was roaring among them. More thunders and lightning emerged from the depths of the dark clouds, displaying their power to heaven and earth.
The rainwater suddenly became denser, pouring down on the mountain.
The formation of the Chess Board Mountain had finally responded. A shapeless force was released from the depths of the cliff rocks, blocking most of the wind and rain outside.
The rainwater was flowing along the shapeless dome, twisting and blurring the scenery outside. It was a miraculous scene, but nobody paid attention to it.
They were all looking at the pavilion.
The rainwater on the Chess Board Mountain had become lighter. The raindrops falling on the Go board looked like countless crystal and transparent dewdrops among the black and white Go pieces.
The game of Go had entered the last stage — robbery.
The robbery was the mystery of the changes of heaven and earth, and countless dangers were hidden in it.
The clothes of the two were slightly wet, but they didn't seem to notice it. They were still watching the Go board attentively, extremely calm.
The Go pieces fell on the Go board incessantly, making crisp "Pah, pah, pah" sounds, which were followed by the continuous rumbling of thunders. Even the mountains would be shaken by it.
The constant flashes of lightning illuminated their faces very clearly.
The skin on Tong Yan's face was very smooth. It was a little wet by the light rain, making her look even more tender, like a baby. But her eyes were full of the desire for victory and a strong will.
Jing Jiu was still as calm as before. His expression didn't change at all. Not even the slightest tremble appeared on his face. He looked like a perfect white jade statue.
Others didn't think much of it, but Zhao Layue had been with him for so long that she could see his current mental state. His sleeves were trembling slightly.
Back in the Inherited Sword Competition, when he climbed the Shenmo Peak, or when he faced Gu Han and Guo Nanshan at the Sword Trial of Aoyama last year, Jing Jiu was always so calm and casual.
It was different that day. Facing Tong Yan, Jing Jiu displayed an unprecedented seriousness and concentration.
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The sound of the Go pieces hitting the Go board and the rumbling of thunders were so clear.
However, the Chess Board Mountain was extremely quiet, because the drizzle fell silently, and because no one dared to make a sound.
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After a long time, the rainstorm finally stopped. The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and there was no more thunders.
The sunlight illuminated the world again. The mountains that had just been washed by the rain were extremely clean, both the air and the sight.
A rainbow appeared on the horizon.
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It was Tong Yan's turn to play the Go pieces.
He held a White Go piece, looking at the Go board in silence.
Those who didn't understand the Go game also had a very strong feeling.
This White Go piece should be the last move of today's Go game.
The victory depended on this White Go piece.
His slightly wet black hair was blown by the mountain wind.
The Go board was full of water.
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