Longzang

Chapter 443 A Famous Game
In the final moments of the game, Wei Yuan suddenly made two disastrous moves, and the situation seemed to be about to turn around. However, the monk Qiuyue was displeased and said sternly, "The way of chess lies in sincerity, in a righteous and sincere heart! Your deliberate letting me win is simply outrageous! This game is lost by this humble monk!"

Immediately, the monk Qiuyue resigned and admitted defeat.

Wei Yuan was taken aback and had no choice but to admit his mistake, promising to do his best from now on. Only then did the monk Qiuyue's expression soften slightly, and he silently chanted sutras, beginning to deeply repent for the crisis of Zen mind he had just experienced.

Wei Yuan finally realized that holding back in front of such a master was tantamount to provoking him.

But Wei Yuan also felt a little wronged. He really didn't mean to hold back just now. Those two moves were his true level, roughly enough to fight Xuan Yue Zhenjun to a standstill.

After this round, Mr. Chen Zhou took over.

Mr. Shenzhou's chess style is also different, with a constantly changing style. Sometimes it is profound, sometimes it is ethereal, sometimes it is otherworldly, and sometimes it is full of the warmth of human life. The main feature is that it is unpredictable and can be done at will.

Wei Yuan's chess formation finally looked a little better, and his moves were often unexpected, yet upon closer inspection, they seemed quite reasonable.

As the rain continued, Mr. Chenzhou's expression gradually became serious, and he could already feel the pressure. Although Wei Yuan was just a bunch of unreasonable people, when they were put together, they made him feel somewhat suffocated.

He tried several times to lure Wei Yuan into making a mistake, even deliberately giving Wei Yuan the emergency position, but Wei Yuan remained unmoved, letting him play his own game.

Both sides moved their pieces with lightning speed, and Wei Yuan was drenched in sweat, so much so that a red glow appeared above his head to radiate heat.

The number of mortals in the vast land has exceeded 100,000, and Qingming has begun to urgently arrange for a large number of Xu family youths and sacrificial offerings to sleep. In addition, several main forces have been brought back to their barracks and are ready to be deployed at any time.

The game was extremely close, with both sides locked in a fierce battle. Xuan Yue Zhenjun, watching from the sidelines, was thrilled. He knew that every move was powerful, but he didn't know why. He wished he could take the place of the players and was also eager to offer some pointers.

Seeing the excitement, True Monarch Xuan Yue pulled Seventh Elder aside and said, "Little Seven, come here, let's have a game of hand-to-hand combat."

The Seventh Elder, however, was not afraid of him and coldly said, "Old thief Chunqiu, playing with you will only lower the bar of my chess skills. If you don't understand this game, then don't interfere with my viewing. Go stand aside!"

Xuan Yue Zhenjun was furious, but he couldn't vent his anger. It wasn't that he was afraid of the Bao family, but rather that he was worried about Bao Yun. As the saying goes, "love crows because of their crows," and Zhenjun now felt that Bao Yun was his own granddaughter.

Seeing that the Seventh Elder was about to speak rudely again, True Monarch Xuan Yue waved his hand and summoned Bao Yun. The Seventh Elder swallowed back the words "Old Thief Chunqiu" that were on his lips.

The Seventh Elder continued watching the game, so Xuan Yue had no choice but to challenge Bao Yun to a match. Bao Yun, on the other hand, played with great skill, sometimes letting Xuan Yue narrowly lose, and sometimes letting Xuan Yue win by a hair's breadth. This greatly increased the old scoundrel Chunqiu's interest in chess, making him feel that he should have a good talent in this area, but unfortunately he hadn't put in enough hard work.

On the other side, the game between Mr. Chenzhou and Wei Yuan had reached its final stage. Wei Yuan was flawless, and the half-point gap between the two sides could not be bridged. In the end, Mr. Chenzhou was defeated.

The next round was Qiuyue Monk's turn, while Chenzhou closed his eyes and pondered, reviewing the previous round.

The monk Qiuyue had played one game with Wei Yuan and then watched another, and now he felt confident. His opening moves were quite different, displaying a wide range of variations, and the style of play showed echoes of famous games such as the "Rotten Axe Handle Game," the "Blood-Spitting Manual," and the "Road to Heaven."

This game had reached a level that Monk Qiuyue had never reached before, and he was becoming increasingly pleased with himself. But Wei Yuan suddenly ignored a group of stones that were engaged in a fierce battle, ran to the corner to place a stone, and then returned to continue the battle.

These few moves immediately turned the monk's face pale, shattered his Zen mind, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of rebuke.

Suppressing his anger, the monk Qiuyue relentlessly attacked Wei Yuan's piece, determined to make Wei Yuan understand what a huge mistake it was to dare to play without making a move when facing him.

The monk Qiuyue himself has a very high level of mental cultivation, but he is not easy to remain calm when playing chess, and he still has one last weakness.

The two sides continued their fierce battle, which made Mr. Chenzhou's expression solemn, while the Seventh Elder was sometimes worried and sometimes gritted his teeth. The battle quickly spread from one corner of the area to the entire field, gradually approaching Wei Yuan's move to take the lead.

The monk Qiuyue's hand suddenly froze in mid-air, his whole body stiffened, and after a moment, cold sweat poured down his back!

Only then did he realize that no matter how he played, he couldn't get around Wei Yuan's move that led to his defeat, and that his path forward was blocked!

This guy's strategy is so far-reaching?

The monk Qiuyue couldn't seem to place his piece anywhere, while the Seventh Elder looked puzzled and came up with several countermeasures, thinking it shouldn't be so difficult.

Xuan Yue Zhenjun and Bao Yun were locked in a fierce battle, shouting and yelling as if they were fighting a peerless opponent from beyond the heavens. At this moment, Master Chenzhou suddenly sighed and said, "The outcome is already decided, why be so persistent?"

Suddenly, the monk Qiuyue had a profound realization, his mind became clear, and he immediately resigned his bet and admitted defeat.

The Seventh Elder was stunned, not understanding how he had lost, when Monk Qiuyue clearly had the upper hand.

Mr. Chenzhou said slowly, "This is a famous game in the world!"

What the crowd didn't know was that the move just now wasn't calculated by an ordinary person, but rather by the young girl using the method of Qi Luck to deduce which position had the strongest Qi Luck, and then she placed a piece there.

In the next game, it was Mr. Chen Zhou's turn again, and he played another rare and famous game. Mr. Chen Zhou was suppressed throughout the game and lost in the middle game.

After several rounds, the fundamental method by which ordinary people deduce chess moves in the game of Human World has been changed three times. At the same time, it has been optimized several times to take into account Qiuyue and Chenzhou's playing habits. At this point, Human World is completely different from when it started.

The young girl's Yin-Yang abilities were gradually revealing terrifying potential; her deductive speed was now in no way inferior to that of a True Lord. Under her influence, several immortal plants also began to improve. The spirituality of the entire mortal realm was steadily rising.

The sunken boat retreated, and the autumn moon took its place. The autumn moon was defeated, and the sunken boat took its place.

Before they knew it, they were in the seventh game. Qiuyue and Chenzhou had lost six games in a row, so from this game onwards, the two began to team up.

After joining forces, the situation changed dramatically.

Wei Yuan placed a piece at the 3-3 point, and Mr. Chenzhou immediately placed a piece next to it. The two sides then began to fight fiercely, from the beginning to the end. Then Qiuyue and Chenzhou started arguing about how to play a move, neither side willing to give in. They then took another chessboard, and the two played against Wei Yuan according to their own strategies, and both were defeated.

After three rounds of chaotic fighting, the tenth round began.

In the tenth game, Wei Yuan's style of play changed drastically. He still made moves here and there, often using moves not found in the game record, but he no longer had the aggressive killing intent. His moves were calm and uneventful, and he slowly accumulated a small advantage, which he then maintained until the end of the game.

Mr. Chenzhou and Monk Qiuyue were ashen-faced, having not had the slightest chance of winning throughout the entire game. At this point, the two finally realized that their skill levels were no longer comparable.

There is no need to play any further at this point, and the game ends here.

Mr. Chen Zhou rose, bowed deeply to Wei Yuan, and said, "Today, witnessing the Chess Immortal's descent into the world and his rebirth is truly a momentous event in the chess world, and also my great fortune. Upon returning, I will compile the games into a score for future generations to admire!"

The monk Qiuyue bowed deeply and said, "There is no order of learning; the one who attains enlightenment is the teacher. I have benefited greatly from these ten lessons, and my mind has been soothed. I should call you Master."

Wei Yuan was shocked; he never expected to receive such a comment. Had things gotten a little too far?
After all, his actual chess skill was only slightly better than the founder's; he couldn't beat any chess player with a name or reputation.

The Seventh Elder was also shocked, never expecting these games to have reached such a level, a level of chess that he simply couldn't understand.

In the parlance of the outer world, True Lord Xuan Yue had prepared a whole lot of words for Ququ Chenzhou and Monk Qiuyue, but seeing their expressions, he was too embarrassed to say anything more.

This was a beam of flame continuously shooting from Wei Yuan's head, which was now slowly extinguishing. Two hundred thousand mortals had been mobilized amidst the smoke and fire of the human world; everyone was exhausted, but also experienced a significant improvement.

The ten matches between He Chenzhou and Monk Qiuyue had squeezed out all of Renjian Yanhuo's potential. At this moment, Renjian Yanhuo's spirituality was boiling, and he had already completed a small part of the process of the Dharma Aspect Nourishing Spirit Realm.

These ten games were subsequently compiled into a single game record. The first three games still contained some errors and had a somewhat mundane feel, but the slow and deliberate moves in the last six games almost entirely disappeared, making each game incredibly exciting. It is hailed as a pinnacle of skill achievable by human chess players.

But the tenth game was completely different. Every move was plain and cold, detached from worldly affairs, like an immortal looking down on the human world. It was a game that no normal human could play, a game that transcended the ordinary and reached the realm of sainthood.

With these ten games put together, the world witnessed the entire process of the chess master's transformation from a cocoon to a butterfly, gracefully descending to earth.

Because most of these ten games have rigid and unattractive layouts, they were named the "Doodle Edition," meaning the doodles of a child, full of childlike innocence, and reflecting on the previous evaluation criteria for game layouts. From then on, they were ranked alongside the "Rotten Chessboard Game" and the "Blood-Spitting Chess Game" as famous games in the world.

This is something.

(End of this chapter)