Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 75 Chess Game

"He is considered a disciple of Master Xuancheng."

"Xuancheng? Never heard of him."

Duan Yanqing flicked his wrist, and the large stone on the steel staff flew through the air, heading straight for Xie Buruo's head.

As the shadow fell.

Xie Buruo steadied himself in a horse stance, raised his right hand, and pressed it against the bottom of the boulder.

In addition to its own weight, the stone also contained a hidden force of Yin energy from Duan Yanqing.

Two forces, one yin and one yin, surged forth simultaneously.

Xie Ruo urged himself to accelerate his internal energy and unleash the Great Vajra Pestle Divine Skill, greatly increasing his strength.

Under the immense pressure, his body bent slightly, and the muscles in his legs tensed.

Two crisp sounds were heard, and two footprints were left on the blue brick floor, finally lifting the large stone.

Then, he swung his arm to the side, throwing out a large rock that landed on another large rock with a loud bang.

Seeing that he had such skill at such a young age, Duan Yanqing nodded slightly: "Shaolin martial arts are indeed worthy of their reputation."

He valued his status and, after one move, did not take the initiative to attack, waiting for the opponent to make the first move.

Xie Buruo knew in his heart that although his cultivation had greatly improved recently, he was still no match for the leader of the Four Evils in a real fight.

In the original story, when the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk dealt with Duan Yanqing, he abandoned physical strength and used chess to take advantage of the situation.

I could learn from the other person.

With his divine power of the Great Vajra Pestle, turning stone into a trap was not difficult for him.

His chess skills were mediocre, but at this moment he couldn't care less.

Xie Buruo, thinking of this, said loudly, "The Nineteen Paths of the Paths have captivated countless people. Mr. Duan, would you be interested in playing a game?"

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Duan Yanqing sneered, "Then we'll see how much you're worth."

His lips didn't move, but his laughter echoed around, lingering and unpredictable.

Xie, possessing the divine skill of the Yi Jin Jing, remained steadfast in his Zen mind and did not notice anything amiss.

Zhong Ling and Duan Yu, standing nearby, were immediately unable to resist.

The two were dazed and confused, their eyes glazed over, as if they had lost their minds, and walked to the side.

Seeing this, Xie Buruo reached out with his left paw and pressed it on Zhong Ling's Baihui acupoint, while his right hand, with fingers pointing through the window, struck Duan Yu's Yintang acupoint.

Two streams of authentic Buddhist energy flowed into them, instantly clearing their minds and restoring their clear vision, yet they remained bewildered, unaware of what had just transpired.

Seeing that they had regained their senses, Xie Buruo thought of the jade statue in Langhuan Paradise and said, "Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism magic is ultimately no match for the mind-controlling magic of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Seeing this, Duan Yanqing said in a long voice, "Shaolin Zen Kung Fu, calming the mind and stabilizing the breath, since you have such cultivation, you are indeed worthy to play a game of chess with me."

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As he spoke, he swayed his green robe, sat down beside the blue stone platform, and drew a straight horizontal line on it with his iron staff.

Xie Buruo raised his hand and drew the sword from his waist. A flash of blue light appeared, and a shallow vertical line appeared on the stone surface.

While this vertical line demonstrates skill, it ultimately relies heavily on the sharpness of the sword, making it inferior to Duan Yanqing's.

Duan Yanqing remained silent and continued to swing his cane.

In about the time it takes to eat a meal, a chessboard with nineteen lines in each direction was carved.

However, compared to the horizontal lines, the vertical lines on the chessboard do not penetrate the stone as deeply, the lines are thinner, and some are even somewhat crooked.

Duan Yanqing said, "If your chess skills are not as good as your martial arts skills, then it's best to admit defeat as soon as possible. I am the senior, so I will give you the first move."

After both sides stepped down from their seats, Xie Bu Ruo pointed out with his long sword, determined to make a move on the center point.

Duan Yanqing sneered inwardly, unaware that his chess skills were poor, thinking he was just young and arrogant, overconfident in his superior chess ability.

"No!"

Shouts came from the side.

However, it was Duan Yu who had already been released by Zhong Ling.

He was a master chess player from Dali and was also familiar with Xie Buruo. Knowing that Xie Buruo's chess skills were terrible, he quickly came to the chessboard, took a look, and immediately shouted that he had lost.

Duan Yanqing looked up at Duan Yu: "You're the prize winner, it's none of your business to say anything."

His right hand suddenly grabbed at the air.

Strangely enough, Duan Yu felt a force pulling him forward, and he stumbled forward a few steps until he reached Duan Yanqing's side.

Then, the other party casually pressed him down, and his acupoints were sealed.

Seeing that he had shown this skill, Xie Buruo asked, "Is it the Dragon-Capturing Skill or the Crane-Soaring Hand?"

Duan Yanqing said, "Young man, you have quite a broad knowledge. Although my skill is not as good as capturing dragons and releasing cranes, its effectiveness is not much different."

Have you decided where you're going to place your piece?

Duan Yu's acupoints were sealed, but he could still speak, and he pointed out that Xie was not as good as Xiao Fei.

Xie immediately flicked his wrist and drew a small circle on the chessboard as instructed.

Duan Yanqing snorted coldly: "A true gentleman observes chess in silence, while a real man acts on his own initiative."

Duan Yu retorted, "Since you are an enemy of the Duan family, and now a descendant of the Duan family is playing against you, why do you avoid fighting? I do not know martial arts and cannot draw a chessboard on stone, so I will verbally describe the moves and ask my sworn brother to make the moves for me. What is wrong with that?"

Xie Buruo retorted, "What's with all this talk about being a big man? A fool wouldn't take advantage of a good deal."

Duan Yanqing glanced at Duan Yu: "I've captured you for several days, and today you finally show some of the style of a Duan family member. Fine, I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly."

He glanced at Xie Buruo again and muttered "shameless" twice.

Duan Yanqing was unaware that the most shameless person present had not yet made a move.

Zhong Ling secretly released the Lightning Sable and gave the command: "Bite him."

The Lightning Sable stood at attention, saluted, and left to carry out its orders.

With a whoosh, it pounced straight at Duan Yanqing.

Just as he was about to bite off the other's ankle, he was blasted away by Duan Yanqing's protective true energy, and for a moment he felt dizzy and lightheaded.

Knowing it had encountered a tough opponent, the lightning ferret dared not provoke it any further. With a whoosh, it returned to its master's back, hugging his leg and trembling.

Duan Yanqing looked up at Zhong Ling, who quickly hid behind Xie Buruo to prevent any unforeseen events.

On the chessboard, the pieces moved back and forth, flying across the board.

Xie Buruo neither understood nor paid attention to the changes in the situation, and just kept listening to Duan Yu's narration and drawing circles.

A commotion arose in the distance, and a group of people approached.

Suddenly, two more sounds of wooden fish were heard.

An old voice rang out.

"Nineteen paths crisscross, a maze of killings, eh."

As the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk approached, he found it strange that someone was already playing chess with Duan Yanqing. He turned to look at Emperor Baoding.

It turns out that Emperor Baoding was not idle yesterday either. After returning home, he went to Nianhua Temple and invited the Yellow-Eyebrowed Monk.

Duan Yanqing was a member of his Duan clan, and Emperor Baoding had taken the throne, so it was inconvenient for him to take action himself. He had no choice but to ask this bald monk from Shaolin to fight in his place.

Unexpectedly, the two laborers, Hua Hegen and Xie Buruo, dug the soil so fast that they reached the stone house first.

Ba Tianshi and Fan Hua, both of the three dukes of Dali, saw their good brother Hua Hegen being immobilized and thrown at Duan Yanqing's feet, and immediately jumped out.

Duan Yanqing didn't even look at it, he placed a piece with his left hand and flicked it out with his steel staff in his right hand.

With two hissing sounds, the two were forced back.

Emperor Baoding frowned, recognizing that the other party was indeed using the authentic One-Finger Divine Skill.

His finger strength was profound, his moves were upright and powerful, and his cultivation was even greater than that of his brother Duan Zhengchun.

Ba Tianshi was about to go up again when Emperor Baoding stopped him with a gesture and a look.

It turned out that Duan Yanqing had already placed one foot on Hua Hegen's back and one hand on Duan Yu's shoulder, clearly threatening their lives.

If Emperor Baoding and his men had relied on numbers to win, they could have killed the two men in no time.

Dao Baifeng first breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her son was unharmed, and then her heart pounded when she saw him sitting next to Duan Yanqing.

At this moment, she could only see Duan Yanqing's back and could not make out his appearance.

I wanted to turn to the other side to see what the other person looked like, but my feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, and I couldn't move my feet no matter what I did.

Everyone was hesitant to act rashly, fearing the consequences.

There was one exception.

A large, obese woman strode towards them, her figure resembling a mountain of flesh, and the ground trembled slightly with each step she took.

"Wow!"

"Who dares to bully my husband!"

With a bang.

Dust rose from the ground as Gao Mei landed in the arena.

Gao Shengtai called out from behind, "Mei'er, step back, lest you harm the Crown Prince."

Most of the people present recognized Lord Gao, and upon hearing his words, they realized that this woman was actually the fiancée of Prince Duan.

At this moment, whether they were heroes from Dali, Western Xia, or the Central Plains, they all had the same thought in their minds.

"The Crown Prince of Dali, you are suffering!"

Duan Yu was probably blinded by the sand and dust stirred up when his fiancée fell, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.