Qi Ning's chess skills were superficial. Even he himself didn't know who lost and who won at this point. He just followed the mysterious voice. At this time, he saw the man in black sweating on his forehead. Yuan Ning'an lost his voice and was stunned for a moment. He looked at the chess game covered by black and white Gemini, and said in confusion: "It's over?"

He really didn't know if the game of chess was over, but the man in black took two steps back and bowed: "I'm defeated. Your chess skills are superb, and it's hard to predict the gods and ghosts, and I admire you very much!"

Qi Ning was stunned for a moment, and then she felt that this matter was really absurd. (... )

He believed that his chess skills were among all the contestants of the nine academies, and they were not the last one or the second last one. But in the end, it was his weakest chess skills who broke the Pangu game.

"The little marquis is indeed extremely wise." Yuan Ning'an swept the chessboard for a moment, and finally sighed: "This is the Qihuang Bureau of the Ancient Bureau. To this day, no one has cracked it. I set this game here several times, and I just agreed to Mr. Sanliu. Look at the many talented people in the Book Club this time, can anyone crack it."

"Mr. Sanliu?" Zhuo Qingyang turned his head, "What the boss is talking about Liu Mosheng?"

Yuan Ning'an smiled and said, "That's right, Mr. Zhuo, you have had an intersection with Mr. Sanliu, so you should have some understanding of him."

Zhuo Qingyang nodded slightly and said, "No wonder, I think this ancient game is extraordinary. It is not an ordinary endgame. It turns out to be an ancient game treasured by Liu Mosheng."

"These are all disciples of Mr. Sanliu." Yuan Ning'an pointed at the four men in black, "Mr. Sanliu specially sent them to take charge of the chess competition."

Four men in black all came forward to salute, and one man in black explained: "We disciples spent a lot of time on the Qihuang Bureau treasured by the family master, but in the end they still couldn't break the deadlock. The family master knew that this year's Beijing-Hua Festival was held, and on a whim, we asked us to bring the Qihuang Bureau to the capital. Under the arrangement of Mr. Yuan, we can see if it can be cracked by Juncai at the Book Club." Looking at Qi Ning, he exclaimed: "I never expected that the Book Club was really hidden and hiding, and it was really admirable to be broken by this person."

Ximen Wuhen smiled and said, "As far as I know, Mr. Sanliu's chess skills are unpredictable. In the world, only Beitang Huanye, one of the four masters of art, can compete with one of them. The ancient game he took out is extraordinary, and it is really unexpected that it can be cracked by the little marquis." Looking at Qi Ning, he smiled and said, "The little marquis hides it deeply, but we miscalculate it."

Qi Ning smiled and said, "Actually, I am superficial in chess skills. Even I don't know how to get to this point." He was the real truth, but in everyone's ears, he felt that it was just a humble word.

Xiao Yao and Qin Yi were both surprised and happy. They thought they had no hope of breaking this chess game, but they didn't expect Qi Ning to break the chess game in a flash. Not only were they, but the news of Qi Ning breaking the game has spread throughout the audience at this moment, and almost everyone was shocked. They thought that the chess game that even the eight major academies could not crack, how could Qionglin Academy easily crack it?

Many of them didn't know who Qi Ning was at all. They were asking each other at this time. Fortunately, there were only a few of them who knew Qi Ning's identity and passed it down one by one. Not long after, many people on the field knew that this young man who was shocking all over the place was actually the waiter of Jinyi.

Many people are still confused about how Jinyi Hou had something to do with Qionglin Academy. However, Jinyi Hou had always been famous all over the world for his military fame, but he did not expect that this young marquis is also familiar with the art of chess and chess.

Everyone sighed that it was noon at this time, and Longchi Academy was responsible for everyone's meals. However, even Longchi Academy did not have a canteen that accommodates nearly a thousand people, so they sent people to distribute food to everyone present, including two big steamed buns and a bowl of porridge.

Although the lunch was a bit shabby, the purpose of everyone coming here was not to eat and drink. After simply having lunch, the five judges returned to continue the third competition.

In fact, after the two rounds of competition, many people know that Qionglin Academy's current score is definitely the first among the nine major academies.

Qi Ning's song and laughter can be said to be amazing. Even if the score is not the highest in the first round, it is definitely not low. In the second round, the chess skills are more skilled. Among the nine academies, except for Qionglin Academy breaking the deadlock, all the other eight academies failed. According to the rules, only Qionglin Academy got the score in the second round, while the other eight academies did not get a score.

Under such circumstances, Qionglin Academy is not only in a leading position, but also in a much higher score. In this way, it seems suspenseful to see who won the championship of the Jinghua Book Club this year.

Since the emergence of the Jinghua Book Club, only four academies have been able to win the championship, among which Yunshan Academy has won the championship the most times, and Longchi Academy follows closely.

As for Qionglin Academy, it was only late to participate in this event and was invited to the list in recent years. Secondly, it was a women's academy and has always been in a weak position. So over the years, let alone winning the championship at Qionglin Academy, even the top three have never been involved, and have always been regarded as a foil.

But no one expected that this year, Qionglin Academy, which has always been regarded as a foil, was ahead in scores after two rounds, and there was hope of winning the championship. This surprised the other eight academies, and also felt that their faces were vague.

After all, although the eight academies have a competitive relationship with each other, they represent the mainstream of the literary world in Dachu. If a women's academies are suppressed by a girl's academies and won the championship, it will undoubtedly be a huge disaster for the eight academies. At this moment, the deans of the eight academies look at Qi Ning, and most of them look a little unkind.

Xue Danqing walked into the court again and whispered loudly: "Two rounds of competition, next is the third round of competition. Everyone knows that the third round of poetry and essays have been given questions for many years, and one of the eight major academies each responded." He turned around and bowed to the judges: "Sir, please give questions!"

Yuan Ning'an got up, pondered slightly, and said, "Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lantern Festival. Originally, Lantern Festival is indispensable. Every year on Lantern Festival, lanterns are hung on the streets and alleys of the capital, guessing riddles and filling in poems, which is very fun." Speaking of this, he bowed: "However, the late emperor died and the whole country was mourning, and the lantern meeting could not be held. Winter is about to go, spring is coming, and I have two questions today. All the talented people write two poems based on the topics of winter and spring. We will judge each of us together to determine the heights."

At this time, Xue Danqing had already ordered people to set up a table table directly in front of the major academies, and then put on pens and ink, obviously asking everyone to write the poems on the table.

Qi Ning felt relieved.

Jinghua Book Club, competing for piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, if you say that Qi Ning has a clear mind, it is the poetry of this competition.

He was also worried that Yuan Ning'an would put up some strange topics, but when he heard that it was the title of "Spring" and "Winter" seasons, he felt no longer under pressure.

This time he did not hesitate, knowing that no matter how good the women in Qionglin Academy were, they would not be able to write better poems than themselves. After all, although there are not many poems that have impressions in his mind, just for this topic, even if they write twenty or thirty poems, it would be a very easy task.

He even felt that he was a little unfair in competing with poetry.

The poems written in my mind are all wonderful words and phrases that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years. After years of baptism, they have survived for a long time. They are classic works that have been passed down after eliminating countless poems. Any one of them is far better than those who wrote poems on the spot.

Seeing that all the eight major academies had sent people to come forward, Qi Ning was about to write and suddenly realized an important issue.

In this round of poetry competition, the judges did not let everyone recite the poem in public, but asked everyone to write it down with their pens. This is probably a bit difficult. After a flash of mind, I realized that this round might also take this opportunity to see how everyone's calligraphy is.

Although Qi Ning could write a few calligraphy works, she could not take it out at all. She turned around and asked, "Whose words are the best among you?"

Everyone immediately looked at the girl at the end, and Xiao Yao said, "Sir, Hu Qiong's handwriting is the cleanest."

Qi Ning smiled and nodded, and immediately signaled Hu Qiong to go over. Hu Qiong whispered nervously: "Sir, I...I don't know how to write poetry."

"I read you to write." Qi Ning whispered, "You don't have to do your own poetry."

Hu Qiong was relieved.

In this round, Qi Ning and Hu Qiong finally sat on the side of the desk, but were the first to hand over the poem. Qi Ning chose one in his mind according to the themes of "spring" and "winter", and read it softly to Hu Qiong, and wrote it on the paper he sent it down, and then handed it over.

Qi Ning paid attention to the expressions of the judges. Seeing that they passed on their poems, everyone's expressions showed positive signals. He felt relaxed and thought that as long as he got a good score in this round, there should be no big problem with Qionglin Academy winning the championship this time.

After seeing Yuan Ning'an and others reading the poems of Qionglin Academy, several deans nodded slightly. Knowing that something was wrong, several deans looked at each other and exchanged their eyes.

After waiting for half an hour, the contestants of the eight major academies handed over their poems. The five judges looked at them one by one and all scored points. Then they saw several judges whispering. Chen Xichang, who came from Kuaiji, got up and looked around. Then he said loudly: "The results of this round of poetry competition have come out. The talents of all major academies have excellent works, which makes us old people very pleased." After a pause, he raised his hand and picked up a piece of paper with poems. "There are two poems here, which are from the same person. We all think that the artistic conception of these two poems is the most unique and profound, and it is actually a wonderful word that can be chosen from a thousand miles away."

There was a sudden burst of noise around, and he whispered to each other, discussing which academy the poems Chen Xi often said came from.

The old dean of Yunshan Academy had already stood up and bowed, "I wonder what these two poems are used for? If they are really wonderful words and sentences that are chosen from a thousand miles apart, I wonder if I can let me see them together?"

Chen Xichang smiled and said, "Just that's right." He smiled slightly, and then he chanted loudly: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the water in spring and autumn is warm. The reed buds on the ground are covered with wormwood and short, which is when the puffer fish is about to rise!" He said, "It's so wonderful, the writing is light, and the scenery of spring is like entering the painting, right in front of you, the vivid image is real, which is really a rare good poem."

"In just four short sentences, the description makes people see the scenery everywhere, and it is indeed a rare good sentence." Yuan Ning'an also clapped his hands and smiled: "This is a poem with the title of spring. Mr. Chen and another poem, chanted together."

Chen Xichang nodded slightly and then continued: "This next song is based on winter." After pausing, he chanted: "Thousands of birds fly away from the mountains, and thousands of paths are destroyed. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishes alone in the snow in the cold river!"

Almost all literati present, and the quality of the poems can be heard at once. After reading the two poems of Chen Xichang, many people showed a look of surprise on their faces, thinking that there was indeed someone outside the people. The Jinghua Book Club was really hidden and lying in a hunch. I just felt that these two poems must be from one of the eight major academies.

At this time, not only were the deans looking at each other, but even the contestants who participated in the poem also looked at each other, but no one turned their attention to Qionglin Academy.

"Mr. Chen, I don't know who these two poems were written by?" Suddenly, the dean of Qionglu Academy stood up and bowed to ask.

Chen Xichang looked at Yuan Ning'an and saw Yuan Ning'an nodding. Then he smiled and said, "These two poems are all from...Qionglin Academy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qi Ning was naturally calm, but the others all turned their attention to him.

The deans of the eight major academies were all staring at Qi Ning and looked at each other. Suddenly, they saw the dean of Qionglu Academy clapping and laughing: "Good poems, good poems, they are indeed good poems." After a pause, he glanced at the dean of Yunshan Academy, and then smiled: "This previous poem is indeed good, but this next poem...!"

Chen Xi often asked: "Dean Yin, how about the next song?"

President Yin of Yunshan Academy turned to look at Qi Ning and asked loudly: "Little Marquis, are these two poems from your Qionglin Academy?"

"It has been signed, so it is naturally from Qionglin Academy." Seeing that Dean Yin looked strange, Qi Ning felt something was wrong.
Chapter completed!