The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 17: The simplest thing I can think of

　　 Standing on the plank road between the cliffs, Shi Fengchen's eyes became sharp when he looked at the two figures walking towards the pavilions in the distance.

　　The sea breeze shook his somewhat browned beard, but could not touch the wrinkles on his face. Those wrinkles represented the effort he put into the court, as if cast of iron.

　　 subordinates asked for instructions: "My lord, they are about to enter the building, do you want to do it?"

　　 Shi Fengchen slightly squinted and said: "Wait, there are many guests in the banquet from all over the world. At this time, it is easy to make trouble."

　　 Subordinates understand what he really meant. The Xihai Sword Sect agreed to Qingtiansi’s request to send someone to stare at the Four Seas Banquet, which is already a great honor to the court. If later in order to capture the two demon heads, the Sihai Banquet will have a hasty end, and even more trouble will be caused... Who will come? To bear the anger of Xi Wangsun?

　　 Shi Fengchen said: "Who is in the building at this time?"

　　Another subordinate said: "Most of the fairy masters have already gone to Yuntai."

　　 Shi Fengchen was a little unhappy, thinking that he would let the other party escape from the inn the night before. Today, I knew that the other party would come to the Four Seas Banquet, but those monks still didn't take it seriously.

　　"Where is the Green Mountain Sect?"

　　"Go there too."

　　 "Who is there now?"

　　"Takesuke-senpai was in the Qinlou just now."

　　 "Is it him? Very good, send someone a notice, let him stare at the two guys in hats inside."

　　 "The rest are waiting outside."

　　"Notify the Xihai Sword Sect and ask them to help transfer the sword book to the Yuntai. Leave the rest alone."

　　Shi Fengchen's order is clear and unambiguous.

　　 He believes that as long as the opponent leaves Gushan, he will definitely be arrested.

　　 Qingtianji's subordinates are also convinced that the other party will never escape today, and they can't help but be puzzled.

　　Why did they dare to come to the Four Seas Banquet? What is the difference between being so swagger and looking for death?

　　"If the officials were not bad, they were really outcasts of the famous sect, then they must have no hope of practicing, and they were forced to leave the mountain gate and become where they are today. For people like them, the most important thing is The thing is to practice. If you can get the treasure from the king of the west, you may really find hope, so they will definitely come."

　　 Shi Fengchen sneered and said: "People die for money, and birds die for food. The practitioners seem to be aloof, but what is the difference?"

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　　The lonely mountain is not lonely, the mountains are undulating, and they grow along the coast. The cliffs face to the west, during which several clear water and blue bays are naturally formed.

　　 There is the sound of piano from across the water bay, which is very beautiful, but it fails to distract the people here. People stared at the big chessboard hanging from the second floor, discussed intently with their companions, and sent out sighs and praises from time to time. Of course, they would inevitably hear extremely angry criticisms at certain times.

　　 Jing Jiu is not used to this noisy and lively environment, so he insisted on watching it for a while. Yesterday, Zhao Layue bought him a booklet about chess. He read it again and remembered the rules and methods for judging the outcome, but words are dead after all. Only by seeing the game with your own eyes Have a real understanding.

　　 "How much do you understand?" Zhao Layue said.

　　 Jing Jiu said: "It doesn't feel too difficult, you can try it."

　　 Zhao Layue said: "I said at the Sea God Temple that day, this kind of thing is the simplest for you."

　　 Jing Jiu smiled and said, "Then I will go."

　　 Zhao Layue nodded and said, "Go and win."

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　　 The registration procedure is very simple. Jing Jiu was taken to a quiet corner, and his opponent was already seated across the table.

　　 Except for the hat he was wearing, there was no noticeable place on this table, and naturally no one paid attention. Only the clear sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard was heard.

　　 It didn't take long before the game was over. Jing Jiu stood up and nodded.

　　His opponent is a young man, he doesn't know which disciple is from his sect, his face is flushed, and his eyes are full of dissatisfaction and annoyance.

　　 are all cultivators, and you can know the victory or defeat on the chessboard at a glance. Without the need for numbers, this young disciple knew that he had lost three heads.

　　 The difference between winning and losing is very small, or he can win by being careful when he hits the game. What really makes him feel unwilling is that Jingjiu's moves are very jerky, like a beginner, and he doesn't even understand the simplest formulas. At the beginning, he thought he would win a big game with great ease. Victory, because he didn't want to overwhelm the opponent's confidence, he also deliberately took a few steps to slow down. Who would have thought that the final situation would have undergone such a big reversal, and he had lost inexplicably!

　　 Until the end, he still couldn't figure out how he lost.

　　 A deacon from the Xihai Sword Sect came over to make a record and led Jing Jiu to another place.

　　 Same as before, his opponent is already waiting for him across the table, a middle-aged man with an indifferent expression.

　　The middle-aged man looked at him and smiled and said, "You are lucky."

　　 Jing Jiu glanced at him, somewhat surprised.

　　 "The order of the games has been arranged long ago, but unfortunately your luck ends here."

　　 The middle-aged man pointed to a piece of paper pasted in the corridor and said, "I am a very cautious person. I will not make the mistake of the little guy just now."

　　 Being able to obtain the treasure of the Xihai Sword School through the so-called leisurely fun of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is an opportunity not to be missed for many practitioners with ordinary talents but good at this way. The middle-aged person is such a person. He found it very clearly that the genius young man sent from Zhongzhou did not sign up at all. There is no decent opponent in the chess game today. He is full of confidence in getting the treasure, and he is like him. He was also very cautious. His previous game ended early and he carefully observed the game between Jing Jiu and the young man~ IndoMTL.com~ confirmed that Jing Jiu’s chess skills are far from his own, as long as If you don't make a mistake, you have no chance of losing.

　　 Jing Jiu didn't say anything, and directly picked up a black stone and landed it on the chessboard.

　　 This is a very natural behavior for him. Playing chess is not chatting, but for those chess players who have been immersed in this way for many years, it seems a bit impolite.

　　The middle-aged man frowned, a little unhappy.

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　　The sea breeze comes slowly, bringing up the white veil and sending a fresh breath.

　　 The sound of chess pieces falling to a stop.

　　 Jing Jiu put down the tea cup in his hand, and made no sound.

　　 is quiet.

　　The middle-aged man patted the chess piece in his hand on the case again, got up, and walked away.

　　Jing Jiu won, the whole process is very similar to the situation in the first game.

　　His chess is really similar to that of beginners, even worse than beginners. Obviously he doesn’t understand any formulas, and even looks unreasonable, but as the game progresses, he can gain in those subtleties. The little by little benefit gradually became an advantage, until the final victory, even if it only won two or three eyes.

　　Like the young man, the middle-aged man didn't want to understand what he had done wrong until the end.

　　 The deacon of the Xihai Sword Sect came over, finished the record, and finally couldn’t help but glance at Jing Jiu—the middle-aged man who walked away from his sleeves was a very ordinary casual cultivator, but he was somewhat famous in the chess world. The Xihai Sword Sect had long been concerned, but he didn't expect to lose to this guy wearing a hat.

　　 Jing Jiu got up and prepared to leave.

　　 The deacon motioned to him to sit down, and then gave him a new cup of tea.

　　 This time he just needs to sit at the table and wait for his opponent to arrive.

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