The infinite heavens descend upon the world

In the Tianlongdiya Valley of Leigu Mountain, heroes gathered, including Shaolin Xuannan, Mu Rong's retainers, the Eight Friends of Hangu, and the Xingxiu Old Monster...

Shaolin Master Xuannan was playing chess with Su Xinghe when they suddenly heard a clapping sound. In their surprise, a white object flew down from the air and hit the chessboard.

Su Xinghe was neither happy nor sad, and said, "Another master has arrived." Just as he was about to respond with his black piece, he heard a light sound suddenly beside his ear, and a small black object flew from behind and landed on the 88th road in the "go" position, which was exactly where Su Xinghe wanted to place his piece.

Just as the black object fell, a piece of white flesh shot out from behind the pine tree on the left and landed on the fifth or sixth path of the "go" position.

Then there was a hissing sound, and a black object circled up into the sky, then fell straight down, landing squarely on the "go" path.

The black dot rose in a spiral shape, and it was difficult to find where it came from. The black dot rose up in a winding way into the air, and it still fell with such accuracy. This skill of using hidden weapons was truly amazing. The onlookers were in awe and cheered in unison.

Before the sound of picking up the pieces stopped, a clear voice was heard from between the pine branches: "Master Murong, you are here to crack the magic, I will do two moves for you, please forgive me for being so rude."

The branches and leaves swayed slightly, the breeze blew, and a monk appeared beside the chessboard. The monk was wearing a gray robe, with a bright aura, a solemn appearance, and a slight smile on his face.

This person is the Vajra King of Tubo, the Dharma Protector, the abbot of the Dalun Temple, and is known as the "Dalun Vajra King" Jiumozhi.

"I saw an invitation from Mr. Congbian to a chess competition on my way. I came here to meet the world's great master." Jiumozhi put his hands together and bowed to Su Xinghe, Ding Chunqiu and Xuannan. Then he smiled and said, "Master Murong, you are here now!"

But then he heard the clear laughter in the forest, and two figures appeared from behind a pine tree. If it were at this moment, Duan Yu would have felt his eyes go dark, his mouth bitter, and his whole body hot.

The visitors were none other than Wang Yuyan, whom Duan Yu had been thinking about day and night, and her cousin Mu Rongfu.

Murong Fu was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a light yellow shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He came gracefully, with a handsome face and a carefree and elegant demeanor.

Wang Yuyan was wearing a lotus-colored gauze shirt, her face turned toward the blossoming trees. She had a slender figure, and her long hair was draped over her vest, gently tied up with a silver ribbon. It felt as if there was a light mist surrounding the fairy sister, as if she was truly not from this mortal world.

Murong Fu's four great ministers, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Bu Tong and Feng Bo'e, rushed forward to greet them. Gongye Qian whispered to Murong Fu about their origins.

Then Murong Fu greeted everyone one by one, spoke humbly, and tried to make friends with them.

Unfortunately, Murong Fu was defeated in less than three seconds. While watching the game, he suddenly shouted: "My Murong family's destiny has come to an end. All my efforts have been in vain. I have tried my best in my life, but in the end, it turned into a spring dream! It is fate, what else can I say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu drew his sword and cut his neck. At this moment, Duan Yu's "Six Meridians Divine Sword" was no longer there to save him.

Deng Baichuan and others rushed to rescue him, but they were already weak and were a step too late. Wang Yuyan, who was standing by, saw that Murong Fu had lost his mind and was about to commit suicide, so she immediately grabbed the sword with her delicate hands.

With a "swish" sound, the long sword pierced Wang Yuyan's slender hand, and blood flowed down the sword and dripped all over the ground.

Deng Baichuan arrived and woke Murong Fu up from the illusion, only to see the sword slip out of his hand and fall to the ground with a thud.

Wang Yuyan held his hand, shook it repeatedly, and shouted, "Cousin! What's the point of playing if you can't solve the chess game? Why do you want to commit suicide?" As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Murong Fu asked blankly: "What's wrong with me?"

Gong Yeqian advised: "My lord, this chess game is fascinating and seems to contain some magic. You don't have to waste your time on it. Fortunately, Miss Wang grabbed your sword, otherwise... otherwise..."

Murong Fu turned to look at Wang Yuyan, his hand was cut by the sword, blood was flowing out. He looked ashamed and said, "Are you okay, cousin? I was confused for a moment, as if I was possessed by a demon, and I accidentally hurt my cousin."

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Murong Fu tore off a corner of his clothes, sprinkled golden medicine on Wang Yuyan's wound to stop the bleeding, and then used the torn belt to help Wang Yuyan bandage the wound.

Bao Bu Tong shouted, "Yes, it must be that old monster Xingxiu who is performing evil magic nearby. Young Master, be careful!"

Murong Fu glanced at Ding Chunqiu, and suddenly heard a voice floating in the distance. A man came up the mountain quickly with extraordinary agility. It was Yun Zhonghe, one of the four evil men, who shouted, "The four evil men in the world are visiting Mr. Congbian to attend the chess meeting."

Su Xinghe said, "You are most welcome." As soon as he said these four words, Yun Zhonghe had already floated in front of everyone. In an instant, Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, and the South Sea Crocodile God arrived side by side.

Duan Yanqing stared at the chessboard intently, thinking deeply. He reached his left iron rod into the chess box and the tip of the rod grabbed a white piece and placed it on the chessboard.

Xuan Nan exclaimed: "The martial arts of the Dali Duan family are unrivaled in the south, and their reputation is truly well-deserved."

The two played chess for a long time. Su Xinghe was familiar with the ever-changing nature of the game and every move, and he responded immediately to every move made by Duan Yanqing.

Suddenly, Xu Zhu reminded Duan Yanqing: "I'm afraid this won't work!"

Murong Fu had just made this move, and he continued to do so, eventually drawing his sword and slashing his throat. Xu Zhu was compassionate and feared that Duan Yanqing would repeat the same mistake, so he could not bear it and warned him.

The South Sea Crocodile God was furious and grabbed him by the vest, shouting, "How dare you, a little monk, say that my boss is capable!"

Duan Yanqing's face was stiff and expressionless. The iron staff in his left hand was suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly, and he couldn't point it down. After a long while, he said, "There is no way forward, and there are pursuers behind. It's neither good nor evil. It's difficult!"

Ding Chunqiu smiled and said, "Yes! It's easy for a person to turn from good to evil, but it's hard to turn from evil to good. Your life is doomed to be ruined, ruined, ruined! Alas, it's a pity. One misstep will lead to eternal regret. You can't look back now!"

His words were full of pity. However, Xuan Nan and other masters all knew that this old monster had ill intentions and was taking advantage of the situation to rob Duan Yanqing and get rid of a powerful enemy.

Duan Yanqing then muttered to himself: "Oh, I might as well commit suicide!" He picked up the iron rod and slowly pointed it at his chest.

Xu Zhu's heart was filled with compassion, so he said, "I'll solve the chess game." He walked quickly forward, took a white piece from the chess box, closed his eyes, and casually placed it on the chessboard.

Duan Yanqing's chess skills were extremely advanced. When he saw Xu Zhu's white piece come back to life, he knew that he had escaped death just now because of Xu Zhu's rescue. He was very grateful and knew that Ding Chunqiu was taking revenge on him.

Duan Yanqing already knew the secret of "Zhenlong", so he taught Xu Zhu the art of ventriloquism.

Duan Yanqing transmitted the message: "Play the seventh and eighth positions!" Xu Zhu followed his instructions. Although he knew very little about chess, he knew this move and was able to solve the game.

Su Xinghe smiled and said, "The little monk is very talented. Congratulations. In the past thirty years, you are the second person to crack this chess game."

Xu Zhu hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "I dare not, I dare not, this is not me..."

Su Xinghe didn't want to say much, so he walked to the three wooden houses and extended his hand to invite Xu Zhu in. "Little monk, please come in!"

Ding Chunqiu couldn't help but shout, "This is our sect's gate. How dare you, a little monk, enter without permission?"

Following two loud bangs, Xu Zhu felt a strong wind blowing up, trying to pull him out, but then two huge forces hit his back and buttocks violently, and he lost control of his body and somersaulted, breaking through a layer of the wall and falling straight in.