Xunzi and Wan Zhang were sitting opposite each other, with a chessboard in front of them, on which the black and white chess pieces were arrayed to fight.
The black and white chess pieces resemble the opposition of yin and yang between heaven and earth.
Xunzi's chess is steady and domineering, while Wan Zhangzi's chess is unpredictable and full of changes. The two are evenly matched.
At first, the two of them made moves quite quickly, but as time went on, the two of them had to think longer and longer before each move.
From morning, to when the sun is high in the middle, and then when the sun is setting in the west, the setting sun in the distance looks like blood.
Snowflakes were falling, and the students in Little Sage Village were reading and reading, finishing their homework and going out to play in groups.
Until the sky gradually darkens.
Yan Lu, who came over, lit a lamp for his master and uncle, so that they could fight at night.
Zhang Liang spent a busy day hanging up various sentences he had just copied in the Little Sage Village.
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Tian Yan has been practicing in his "dormitory" since he returned home.
It was also nightfall when she received the transaction application information from the Ten Thousand Realms Trading Platform.
At this time, Tian Yan was dressed in Confucian robes, sitting upright, practicing on the futon in front of the table.
Excellent talent, solid skills, peerless skills, and sufficient resources allowed her skills to grow rapidly.
Although it seems impossible to break through again in a short period of time, she can feel that with the operation of Gui Zi Jue and Xin Zi Jue, her skills are slowly becoming more advanced and her Qi and blood are slowly becoming strong.
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This is a world that belongs to martial arts warriors, but she has a technique for cultivating immortals.
As for the highest Heaven-Character Art and Earth-Character Art, she is still unable to access them with her current skills.
But even so, she can also use her internal power to do many things, such as retrieving objects from the air.
There is a plot in the original work where Yan Lu, Zhang Liang, and Fu Nian play chess. Fu Nian uses his internal strength to throw and lift the chess pieces.
Tian Yan is slowly training in this aspect.
It's one thing to have profound skills, but it's another thing to be able to perfectly control every bit of your power.
If she's not careful, her overbearing internal force will crush the items she lifts into pieces.
"Hello, your new trading partner is sending you a trading application. Do you agree?"
Suddenly, a familiar mechanical sound sounded in my mind.
"Of course I agree." Tian Yan agreed without thinking.
I was too busy to pay my respects to the Little Saint's Manor, and I didn't have time to meet this new "partner".
Now there is a chance.
I just hope that the other party won't be too outrageous.
The familiar interface appeared again, but when he saw the screen, Tian Yan's expression was a little strange.
How to say?
That should be an eye.
According to Tian Yan's judgment, its shape is like an eye.
An eyeball to be precise.
There is no other part, just one eye.
The "pupil" is as lightless as an abyss, and the rest of it is blood red.
Only one eye appeared on the screen.
Tian Yan feels that this Wanjie Trading Platform is a bit outrageous.
"Hello." The familiar electronic sound of the platform sounded.
Tian Yan was surprised and heard the next sentence.
"Wanjie Trading Platform is providing you with translation services."
Tian Yan:(Σ⊙?⊙)
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Inside Wan Zhang's study.
In front of a chess table, two old men sat in the dark night. A bright lamp was lit. With the dim light like soybean grains, the two continued this thrilling war without gunpowder.
Xunzi's chess game was upright and he moved forward in an unstoppable manner, with Wan Zhang repeatedly making wonderful moves. This small game of chess had been played for more than six hours.
Two food boxes are placed next to the chess table, just like Yan Lu standing around.
The food in the two food boxes has long since gone cold.
Neither of these two old men went to dinner.
Yan Lu smiled bitterly.
He wanted to take the food and heat it up.
It's a pity that there is no kitchen in Xiaoshengxian Villa...
He also knew a little bit about Go, but when he saw the complex situations on the chessboard, it was difficult for him to judge who would win and who would lose.
The chessboard is almost completely occupied by black and white chess pieces.
The two are evenly matched.
Now it was Xunzi's turn to make a move. In view of Wan Zhang's many clever moves before, he now had to be cautious every time he made a move.
No one knows how long he will have to think about it.
Therefore, it is difficult to predict when Yan Lulian's game of chess will end.
He felt that the two of them were not just fighting over who should accept Wei Yan as his disciple, but were also fighting over the moral dispute between the two for many years.
Yan Lu looked at the two old men who were concentrating in front of him, then at the darkening sky, and shook his head with a wry smile.
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Outside the Little Sage's Villa, a man wearing Qin armor, holding a golden handle of Yin Qi in his right hand, and a blood-red long sword was slung behind his back. He even wore a mask. He was standing on a high building, looking at the Little Sage with scattered lights in the distance.
village.
He still doesn't know how far "Sir" and "Sir" have carried out the mission.
He wanted to go in and have a look.
But it was daytime and he didn't dare.
Go find the Salamander, he has a mission.
But he didn't dare to break into Little Saint's Villa.
Although he boasts that his swordsmanship is superb and top-notch in the world, he is the only one in the world now. Once discovered by a Confucian master, it will be difficult for him to leave.
The scar from the last time is still aching.
Although the wound has long since healed.
Let him face the rumored unfathomable Confucian leader Wan Zhang and the great sage Xunzi, and he has no chance of escaping.
So he could only wait for the moment when night fell before looking for an opportunity to lurk in.
This is not shameful.
Because he is an assassin, because it is important for people to know themselves.
They are murderous weapons, and swords thrust out from unknown shadows in the dark night are more powerful.
It's not that they chose the night and shadows, but that only the boundless darkness will protect them.
When the assassin loses the protection of the shadow, he is no longer a threat.
Under the bronze mask, I don’t know what expression he is wearing.
Soon, it was late at night.
Wearing a bronze Qin armor, he used his internal energy to fly over the walls and disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.
There is still that vast expanse of white between heaven and earth.
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At the same time, on an unknown path.
Zhao Gao, dressed in black and red official robes, was riding towards the State of Qin.
With the power of the nets in various places, he encountered almost no obstacles.
Because he was in Qi State, which was farthest away from Qin and had the weakest net power, his coffin-like carriage and funeral procession-like formations were not brought out.
Suddenly, he felt something and quickly got off his horse.
Just a few seconds after he jumped off the horse, the entire horse suddenly shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of flesh and blood in the air.
It was a powerful invisible force, as unfathomable as the universe.
Zhao Gao raised his head and stared into the distance with sinister eyes.
Where he looked, a majestic figure dressed in a golden black robe and covered in black curtains stood majestically.