Chapter 77 What does the young master mean? (Online tomorrow)

"Someone played the piano." In the carriage, Mu Yaoyao also pricked up her ears and showed a look of surprise.

The surroundings are so noisy, but they can't suppress the music in the distance. When I first heard it, I could only feel a clear spring flowing in my ears, washing my body and mind. There seemed to be illusory figures in front of me, intertwining and changing.

"It's "Time"," a disciple raised his head and left his immersion:

"The legend was created by Liyang Zhenren in the past, and later the National Master changed another version. However, this song is more light-hearted."

He was actually a person who knew some music theory... Ji Ping'an was a little relieved. After all, he was not all foodie like Mu Yaoyao.

The carriage continued to move until it was congested and could no longer move.

Fortunately, the terrain here is high, and with the extraordinary eyesight of the practitioner, you can also take a look at it.

As the piano sounded in "Time", the noise near Baidi became smaller and smaller. The people of Shendu were immersed in the music, imitating the time was like water.

Ji Ping'an also saw clearly that the young girl sitting cross-legged and playing the piano on the high platform built on the shore.

The long skirt is simple and elegant, quite a bit bookish... He plays the piano with his simple hands, but he has no use of any spiritual sutra, but he has the prototype of "sound and rhyme".

Ji Ping'an nodded, thinking that although he was only three points more complicated than his old friends in the past, it was not easy at this age.

"Where has he gone?"

Only when the god is settled did I realize that it was just a painting.

...

As the scroll was spread out, everyone felt the majestic mountains and rivers coming towards them. Someone retreated in fear and screamed. They only felt that the mountains were about to fall and the water was about to flow out.

Judging from the first two games, the disciples sent by Molin this year have been excellent in the past few years. Will the chess skills be poor?

"But... isn't this contrary to the gentleman's way?" Huang He couldn't accept it.

"Ha, Molin's son, it's ridiculous to try to fight against my Great Zhou Dynasty."

"If you lose two games in a row, isn't it just Go left?" A disciple in the car said worriedly.

"From the market perspective, although both sides still have a chance of winning, the white chess is exhausted. I expect that the black chess should show murderous intent if it takes less than ten steps."

The "chess king" Ke Qiao held white, while the "big power player" Lian Cong Yun held black.

"Can you understand the piano and understand the painting?"

Ji Ping'an smiled, but he was still sitting in the carriage, so lazy that he didn't want to step into the dust.

With his energy decline, Lian Congyun finally inevitably began to make mistakes.

"There are so many people here. If you want to squeeze in, you might as well wait for the result outside." Huang He pinched the horse whip and stretched his neck.

The whole audience was silent.

"It's over, two games of 'painting' and 'piano'. It can also be said that this is Mo Lin's specialty. Well, according to the words invented by the national teacher, it is called 'dimensionality reduction strike'... But this chess is different." Another disciple also looked anxious.

Another female Sichen said:

"The one who represented the court was the great player Lian Cong Yun. I, who didn't know much about chess, knew him. Mo Lin majored in 'painting' and 'sound', and it was not surprising that he was stronger. But the way of chess is different after all."

"Have you just finished the game?" Huang He was surprised.

This game of chess was very slow, and the surrounding audience changed one after another, as the sun was approaching, the situation was still anxious.

It was not until this time that they realized that the car was empty, and Ji Ping'an had no idea when he got off the car and disappeared.

Ji Ping'an's eyes were calm:

"White chess seems to be weak, but it is actually a hidden killer move. It has been layout since the beginning. Even Cong Yun has noticed that it is too late to make up for it. If he is at the peak, his chances of winning are still very high, but he is old and his physical strength is declining. The longer the time is delayed, the slower the mind will be. Now, he is just holding on."

To be precise, it fell on Lian Congyun who was trying hard to support him.

It was not until this time that the people around them came back to their senses from the musical atmosphere, and the noise came back and it was difficult to accept this fact.

Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "It's always a few hours to play chess. What's the matter in a hurry? Just watch it here."

Just like when two armies face off, one team will be defeated, and the entire line will be retreating.

As he said that, he frowned, his eyes shone through the dark crowd and looked at the two figures on the ring in the distance.

Zhong Tongjun stood up and saluted: "Take the promise."

An hour later, the carriage drove through Chang'an Street and arrived at Shendu Chess Academy.

At this time, as the situation became clear, the people who were originally excited were frightened and angry. There were also experts in the crowd, who saw the delay tactics of the "chess king" and denounced him as despicable and shameless.

"The brushwork is vigorous and the artistic conception is a treasure." An old man praised it endlessly.

"Although the national player is older, his chess skills are not as good as those of the past."

In Go, the people of Dazhou... to be precise, the people of Shendu have their own pride.

Ji Ping'an finally couldn't help it, and smiled and touched her head, joking:

A chess talker said with a smile:

"What's more, as we all know, even the national players are best at fighting in the later stages, and the dragon-slaying sword has been completed."

Huang He was shocked and said in surprise: "Young Master, what did you say?"

At this time, the new chess score was delivered, and the chess talker suddenly had a stiff smile and cold sweat appeared on his forehead:

"This...this...even the national player made a mistake!"

Things like competitions are related to the honor and disgrace of the entire Shendu and even the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Everyone cares about it.

Ji Ping'an smiled, resisted the urge to peel her scalp, and closed his eyes: "Let's go next game, I'll lose this game."

This sentence was echoed by the rest of the people.

In this era, playing chess is the "gentleman's art", which emphasizes individual demeanor and has complicated rules.

“It’s pretty good.”

Thinking of this, I became excited again.

Hearing this, his morale was greatly boosted.

While the words were finished, the middle-aged court painter bowed bitterly, shook his head and sighed, and left with a group of people.

There are many people who follow the questions. After all, the threshold for appreciating paintings is higher than listening to music. Most people do not understand it and can only listen to authoritative judgments.

Outside the door of this elegant building, the huge square was already crowded. For the sake of viewing, the people from the chess house set up wooden boards everywhere, and the chess talkers stood beside them.

When playing the piano, her mood was clear and she faintly noticed that a fellow man was peeping at the sight.

"It's so amazing, just Suqin can touch your mind. What if Lingsu is infused?" Mu Yaoyao was at the forefront of the Heavenly List. After amazement, she suddenly realized that this was a strong enemy:

"The court musician is in danger."

The venue is in a courtyard, surrounded by people mainly scholars, and it will last for a long time.

Mu Yaoyao moved her butt angrily, jumped out of the carriage, and joined the other disciples to get in the crowd.

The spirit is commendable. But... objective laws are never transferred by personal will.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard opened again, and a young man dressed in a handsome and standard painter walked out, holding a foot of the scroll in his hand, throwing it to the wall.

"I'm still a god in this game."

The onlookers couldn't understand it, but they were shocked. I heard that they were even more powerful in the national team, so they couldn't help but feel energetic and celebrated in advance.

As for the chess game... Well, it's time to reach the middle game, and everything is hard to say.

A musician next to him walked onto the ring and picked up the guqin:

Within ten steps, the chess game reversed, and the entire square started to riot, and everyone's faces showed an anxious look.

A martial artist cursed and threw all kinds of pickled words at the "chess king" on the ring.

From time to time, a servant ran out with paintings and pasted them on the long courtyard wall for readers to appreciate.

After waiting for a while, everyone saw the closed courtyard door open, and a servant sang "The new work of the chief painter", hanging up a one-foot-long landscape scroll.

"No need to listen, Mo Lin won this battle." Ji Ping'an put down the curtains and made a final decision.

After the song was over, the palace musician stood up sadly, feeling bitter in his heart: "I lost."

Shendu Chess Academy has the top chess players, and Mo Lin will certainly not send out great monks to play martial arts and play mortals. They all think that the court has a great chance of winning.

"Young master, why don't we still..." Huang He looked at the old man on the stage who was struggling to hold on, feeling heartbroken.

Three consecutive victories are enough to shock Molin's voice. As for some doubts, it is not important in front of the winner.

After crossing the bridge, the carriage walked along the embankment for a while, he saw a gathering of literati in front of him.

Inside the carriage, Ji Ping'an listened to the discussion, but sighed softly and said, "Lian Congyun can't hold on."

No one responded.

Huang He was surprised:

"Young Master said, what kind of 'chess king' is deliberately delaying time? It consumes the physical strength of Lian Guoshi?"

At this time, opposite the ring, the chief musician of the palace also stroked the strings. The same song "Time" sounded melodiously, but it was a very different style and more calm and grand.
To be continued...