The sea breeze continued to blow, and the tea in the cup was replaced. Jing Jiu won two more games in a row.
At this time, he finally caught the attention of many people.
It was because his bamboo hat was really eye-catching in the pavilion, and also because he had won several games in a row.
The most surprising thing was his speed. Although the Four-Seas Banquet had a time limit, his chess moves were too fast.
Especially in the recent game, his opponent was a famous chess master in Haizhou. He was not a cultivator, but was invited by the Western Sea Sword School to participate in the Four-Seas Banquet because of his devotion to Taoism. Who would have thought that he would still lose … and in such an inexplicable way.
The caretaker of the West Ocean Sword Sect knew how to play Go, and he was the only one who had watched all of Jing Jiu's games from beginning to end, so he was amazed.
In the beginning, Jing Jiu's Go playing was not very skillful, even worse than a beginner's; but as the games went on, he became more and more proficient, and sometimes his Go playing was even more marvelous. It seemed that his Go playing skill had improved a lot in such a short time. It was unclear how he did it.
"Calculation."
After looking at the records of the first few games, someone finally realized something. He gasped and said, "This guy's arithmetic ability is too strong."
Obviously, he was a newbie. In the beginning, some of his moves were even a little ridiculous, but he always won. Why?
This was because his deduction and calculation abilities were too strong. As long as he didn't make any fatal mistakes in the beginning, he could start fighting from the middle of the game and continuously gain benefits from those small battles. In the end, he could completely reverse the disadvantage he had at the beginning and not give his opponent any chance.
But even if he was a cultivator, who was better than ordinary people in all aspects, there was a limit to one's strength. Who could completely calculate such a complicated situation on the chessboard?
It was unheard of that one could win chess with only calculation ability.
No one believed that Jing Jiu could keep winning. Besides, even if he could win a few games in such a way, what was the point?
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No matter how strict the time limit of the Four-Seas Banquet was, chess was always the slowest.
He only needed to play a piece for the zither, write a few words for the calligraphy, and draw was a little more troublesome, but it was just a game.
Apart from chess, the results of the other three events were soon out.
Shui Yue Nunnery's Mo Xi had the best zither skills.
She was the disciple of the Nunnery Master. Attending the Four-Seas Banquet was already a great honor for the Western Sea Sword School. She played a piece of music in person, which was a great honor.
It would be a problem if she couldn't get first place in the Guqin Skills Competition.
Of course, her music was indeed beautiful. Everyone in the pavilion on Lonely Mountain who had heard that song could testify.
The Zhongzhou School was considered by many Cultivation practitioners to be the number one sect in the world. The disciple participating in the Four-Seas Banquet this time was called Xiang Wanshu.
Xiang Wanshu was a famous talented youth, and it was said that his magic methods were taught by his Big Brother Tong Yan.
Zhongzhou School had given Western Sea Sword School enough face, so Western Sea Sword School naturally knew what to do.
"This is a true master of calligraphy and painting."
The cultivators stood in front of the building, admiring the central hall painting and the meticulous flower and bird painting beside it.
Xiang Wanshu walked out of the building.
People came up to him to express their admiration.
Xiang Wanshu's expression was calm, and he responded with a smile, like the spring breeze.
Only the other side hadn't gotten the result yet.
The sounds of discussion and even quarreling could be heard in the distant pavilion.
It was rare to see such a lively scene in a gathering of the cultivation world.
Xiang Wanshu was curious, and he walked toward the pavilion surrounded by the crowd.
When he arrived in front of the pavilion, someone had already announced his identity. The crowd parted like the tide, letting him walk to the front.
An enlarged chessboard was hung in the pavilion, with many chess pieces on it. The game seemed to be in a stalemate.
Looking at the chessboard, Xiang Wanshu raised his eyebrows slightly, then shook his head, as if he didn't understand.
"Why did Immortal Master Wanshu shake his head?" someone asked.
Xiang Wanshu smiled faintly, but didn't say anything.
The disciples of Zhongzhou School paid particular attention to moderation, and wouldn't talk about others easily.
He thought that Haizhou was after all a small and remote county; though the Four-Seas Banquet was a big event, it didn't have any outstanding figures. For example, he had drawn a flower and bird painting and written a few words, and received so much praise. If these people saw the calligraphy and paintings of the scholars of Yimaozhai at the Plum Meeting a few years ago, what would they think?
Another example would be the last game of the chess tournament. The two players in the building should be the best chess players in the Four-Seas Banquet, but their chess moves were so bad, even crude. If they were in the Plum Meeting, they would have been eliminated in the first round. Not to mention his Big Brother or himself, even his Young Brother would have won.
As he was thinking about all this, a sound came from inside the building. The winner of the last game had been decided.
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Jing Jiu stood up and walked to the back of the screen, preparing to wash his hands.
The caretakers of the Western Sea Sword School and some other people in the building looked at his back, not knowing what to say.
The crowd had a strange feeling. No matter how they looked at it, this person hadn't played chess for a long time, so how could he have won?
Because of this feeling, the atmosphere was a bit weird. No one spoke, and no one congratulated him. It was a bit awkward for a while.
Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd outside the building.
"Immortal Master Wanshu, what do you think of this person's chess skills?"
Xiang Wanshu's gaze shifted slightly, and he found the speaker.
It was a thin and tall old man. For some reason, his face was full of resentment and anger.
Xiang Wanshu said, "My chess skills are very ordinary, so I'm not qualified to comment on this Cultivation brother."
The thin and tall old man was the chess master of Haizhou who had lost to Jing Jiu. He still couldn't believe that he had lost until now.
The thin and tall old man wasn't a Cultivation practitioner, but he knew something about the Zhongzhou School for some reason.
Perhaps he was too angry because he couldn't understand the situation, or perhaps he had some evil intentions, he brought up the question.
He didn't try to hide it. He squeezed through the crowd and came before Xiang Wanshu, saying, "Immortal Master, you don't have to be so modest. I heard that even Young Master Tong Yan only gave you a handicap of three pieces. "
There was an uproar in the crowd upon hearing this.
If one were to name the most famous genius in the Cultivation world, the name Tong Yan would be the first to come to mind.
Even Zhuo Rusui, the personal disciple of the Sect Master of Aoyama Sect, couldn't compare to him in some aspects.
Tong Yan's talent in Cultivation was the best in Zhongzhou, and he was still the idol of many people.
In addition to this, Tong Yan was also famous for his Go playing skill.
A few years ago, he had won the first prize three times in a row at the Plum Meeting. Even those scholars in Yimaozhai were convinced of his achievements.
There was another saying that Tong Yan had been trying to comprehend the heavenly law through chess.
No matter how one looked at it, Tong Yan was undoubtedly the best chess player in the world.
He only gave Xiang Wanshu a handicap of three pieces?
The crowd looked at Xiang Wanshu with more respect and fear in their eyes.
It was a bit too humble for him to say that his chess skills were ordinary.
"If the Immortal Master Wanshu had participated in the chess tournament today, he wouldn't be a master of calligraphy and painting, but a master of chess, calligraphy and painting."
Xiang Wanshu said with a bitter smile, "Compared to my Big Brother, my chess skills are like a candle flame in front of a pearl, and so are my calligraphy and painting skills. I don't deserve such praise."
The thin and tall elder didn't give up, insisting, "But you are definitely qualified to comment on today's chess game. Please tell us … what is going on in this game? What is wrong with this person? How could he win if he played such an ugly game?"
For those who loved chess, the shape of the chess game was very important. Besides winning or losing, they also had to pay attention to the aesthetics of the game.
Jing Jiu's chess playing was completely unsystematic, so it was even less aesthetically pleasing.
Xiang Wanshu felt a bit awkward about this, but he still didn't want to criticize Jing Jiu. "This Cultivation friend has an amazing calculating ability, but … his game is a bit ugly," he said.
"Yeah? I told you it's ugly! It's like cutting grass and picking dung. Who plays chess like that? "
The thin and tall elder suddenly became excited, yelling, "Even if he can win for a while by playing like this, can he keep winning?"
Due to the influence of Tong Yan, the disciples of Zhongzhou School respected the chess playing very much, which was why Xiang Wanshu was willing to do the semi-cursive calligraphy and painting, but not participate in the chess tournament.
In his eyes, the arrangement of the Four-Seas Banquet was a bit disrespectful to the chess game.
Xiang Wanshu thought what the thin and tall elder said was too harsh, but he agreed with him.
"If I played like this, I would be beaten by my Big Brother for sure," he said with a smile.
There was a burst of laughter in the crowd.
A cold voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.
"The Zhongzhou School is just like what the rumors say: polite, hypocritical, and annoying."
Hearing this, the crowd was shocked, wondering who would dare say such a thing in front of the talented disciples of the Zhongzhou School.
In all of Chaotian, Yimaozhai kept a low profile, Guocheng Temple didn't compete, and the Western Sea Sword School wouldn't cause any trouble at their home ground. Could it be someone from the Windy-Broadsword Church or the Aoyama Sect?
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