The Zhenlong Chess Game is unfathomable, most capable of stimulating people's inner obsessions.
He had intended to use it to force Murong Fu to his death, but Duan Yu interrupted him.
What a pity.
Watching Murong Fu, who had lost control of his emotions and was drawing his sword to commit suicide, the onlookers were shocked and looked at the calm Fahai.
They saw that he showed no signs of panic, as if everything was within his expectations.
So...
What he said was actually true!
Everyone originally thought that Murong Fu and Congbian XianSheng were evenly matched in chess, and the outcome was hard to predict. Unexpectedly, the situation took a sharp turn, and Murong Fu was quickly defeated.
This sudden change was astonishing.
Could Fahai really be proficient in chess?
Could he see flaws that others couldn't detect?
Fahai's expression was calm, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
"Silly boy, not only can I play chess, but I also know the plot's direction."
Lu Xiaofeng cast a surprised look.
He hadn't expected that Fahai might be a hidden Master of the Dao of chess?
"Little Monk Fahai, you hit the nail on the head as soon as you spoke; you are truly amazing."
Fahai still looked indifferent, "Basic operation, don't get excited."
Only Murong Fu's face was ashen, his heart filled with a sense of humiliation.
It was Fahai again!
This hateful Monk!
He wished he could tear Fahai to shreds to vent his hatred!
Now, two people have already lost.
They were all famous individuals, ranked on the innate ranking, and came from prominent families.
Duan Yu and Murong Fu's successive failures cast a shadow over everyone present.
Could it be that the Zhenlong Chess Game still has no one who can break it?
Just then, a voice rang out.
"This poor Monk, Jiumozhi, wishes to seek guidance."
A Monk was seen, dressed in a yellow kasaya, not yet fifty years old, wearing straw sandals, with a radiant expression, as if a faint Buddha's light emanated from him.
At first glance, he had the demeanor of an eminent Monk.
"Jiumozhi? The Great Wheel King of Tubo?
"He's here too?"
Jiumozhi walked to the chessboard and sat down, "This poor Monk knows a little about the Dao of chess; I wonder if I can give it a try."
Su Xinghe slightly raised his hand, "Please do."
Jiumozhi picked up a piece and placed it, his movements decisive and neat.
His Aura was grand and fierce, like a battlefield's slaughter, and the Aura surged forward.
"Tsk—such a fierce and powerful chess style!"
The onlookers exclaimed, then all looked at Fahai.
Everyone unconsciously looked at Fahai, awaiting his evaluation.
Did this Jiumozhi possess the power to break the game?
Fahai merely shook his head gently, "The momentum is fierce but not lasting."
As expected, Jiumozhi also lost.
He eventually threw in the towel, a hint of helplessness on his face.
He had intended to win by strong attack but was seen through by the opponent at a glance.
The defeat in the chess game cast a shadow over Jiumozhi's heart.
His journey to the Central Plains this time carried a heavy responsibility.
This setback caused his beliefs to waver.
Su Xinghe's expression was as usual; having witnessed failures repeatedly for thirty years, he was long past being perturbed.
He looked at the crowd and said in a steady tone, "Is there anyone else who wants to try?"
Next to appear was Duan Yanqing, Prince of Duan, the leader of the Four Evildoers.
Yue Laosan's face was full of smugness, "Watch closely, and see how my Big Brother breaks the chess game!"
"Especially that Little Monk, you better keep a close eye."
Duan Yanqing sat down and began to place his pieces.
For the first ten moves, his chess path was orthodox, seemingly with a vast Qi.
But from the eleventh move, his chess path suddenly became radical, moving further and further into extremes.
Everyone subconsciously looked at Fahai.
He still shook his head in silence.
"Constantly taking risky moves is too adventurous. Lacking a Righteous Path foundation, it will ultimately be difficult to last until the end."
Duan Yanqing's chess style was exactly like his fate.
He was originally the Crown Prince of Dali, but due to a coup, he was crippled in both legs and his face was disfigured.
He even lost the ability to speak, only able to communicate with others through ventriloquism.
Since then, his temperament changed drastically, and he embarked on a dark path, every step dangerous and sinister.
Deep in his heart, only the white-robed Guanyin retained a trace of warmth.
Fahai did not speak, but his head shake was fully seen, clearly indicating that the situation was not good.
Sure enough, before long, Duan Yanqing was defeated.
Then several more people came forward, all of whom were defeated without exception.
Among them, Song Qingshu was the most discomfited, losing the entire game after only seventy-odd moves.
The failures were continuous.
Eventually, no one dared to challenge easily anymore.
Only then did they understand why the Zhenlong Chess Game had remained unbroken for thirty years.
The difficulty far exceeded imagination.
The wind blew silently, and the surroundings were desolate.
Su Xinghe couldn't help but look dejected.
Thirty years had passed, and today still seemed futile.
How much time did he have left to find a suitable successor for his Master?
Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng turned to Fahai: "Little Master Fahai, you should also play a game."
This one sentence reminded everyone that Fahai had once vowed to break this chess game.
His previous comments were all spot on, indicating that he indeed had a foundation in Go.
Coupled with his bold words, it couldn't help but pique everyone's curiosity.
Perhaps Fahai really had a chance?
Fahai nodded slightly.
"Very well."
"Since none of you can break it, then this poor Monk shall unravel this game and end this Jianghu legend."
Upon hearing Fahai's words, someone spoke up to dissuade him:
"Little Master Fahai, there's no need to be so overconfident; this chess game is too difficult, and it's common not to be able to break it."
"You're speaking too boldly; if you really can't break it, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?"
"Yes, just do your best."
Murong Fu sneered, "You? Still want to break the game? Be careful not to bite your tongue by talking too much."
Song Qingshu also scoffed, "You only know how to show off with your mouth; we already know how capable you are."
Fahai was too lazy to respond. Once he broke the game, there would be plenty of opportunities to leave them speechless!
He sat opposite Su Xinghe, picked up a black piece, and without hesitation, placed his first move on the 'Tengen' (center of the board)!
All the onlookers were stunned.
Usually, the opening moves are to seize the 'golden corner' and 'silver side'; who would start by placing a piece in the center?
Isn't this cutting off one's own path?
What exactly was Fahai trying to do?
Murong Fu's sneer came from behind.
"Putting on an act, I thought you really knew something, but it turns out you're just an empty talker."
"Placing the first move on Tengen is purely self-humiliation, driving yourself into a dead end."
Song Qingshu sneered, "And you dare to say you can unravel the Zhenlong Chess Game?"
"He really thinks he's something."
Everyone shook their heads; although they weren't proficient in Go, they could still see some things.
Placing the piece on Tengen at the very beginning was too rash.
Wanwan looked at Fahai with surprise.
This Little Monk didn't seem like someone who liked to exaggerate and seek attention.
Why would he do this?
Xuzhu was also stunned; what exactly was Senior Brother Fahai thinking?
Lu Xiaofeng was equally surprised, whispering, "I don't think Little Master Fahai is someone who speaks carelessly."
"His comments on everyone were well-reasoned, and it seems he's not entirely ignorant of Go."
"What exactly is going on?"
Everyone stared at Fahai, puzzled.
Just as everyone was in doubt, Duan Yu suddenly spoke.
"No, look over there!"
Everyone quickly turned their gaze.
On the chessboard, the situation was quietly changing. Although Fahai started by placing his piece on Tengen, which seemed very passive.
But with subsequent moves, the situation gradually improved.
Although many white pieces were lost, the overall situation became increasingly favorable.
"This is..."
Completely different from Murong Fu's playing style!
Murong Fu cared too much about gains and losses, ultimately leading to his defeat.
Fahai, however, was not constrained by local gains and losses, which instead allowed the situation to continuously improve.
From a disadvantage, he gradually caught up, actually forming a balanced situation with Su Xinghe.
The more Su Xinghe thought, the more startled he became, and at the same time, his excitement grew.
He clearly felt that the Little Monk opposite him had superb chess skills, far superior to his own!
Perhaps, he could truly unravel the Zhenlong Chess Game and fulfill his Master's dying wish!
The Jianghu people watching were dumbfounded; how could this be happening?
Just as everyone was surprised,
Fahai placed his pieces like flying, each white piece accurately falling on a crucial spot, every move just right.
Soon, with his masterful chess skills, Fahai had secured the overall situation.
Even though Su Xinghe's great Dragon had already formed, Fahai severed it with one swift move!
The black pieces were cut in half by the white pieces!
