Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 60 Encounter
In a small town in the southwest, inside a noodle shop.

A monk was chanting scriptures in front of a plate of pig's head.

The monk had thick eyebrows, big eyes, upturned nostrils, protruding ears, and very thick lips, but he had a solemn demeanor that made it easy for people to ignore his appearance.

He had a bag with him, but no sword or weapon.

"...Namo Amitabha Night...Dotagadu Night..."

When he was chanting, a buzzing sound came out of his mouth, which was obviously a special way of chanting.

After finishing his recitation, the monk said to the shop owner, "Please serve the noodles faster."

After that, he drank big bowls of wine and ate big bowls of meat. When the store’s big bowl of noodles arrived, he began to slurp the noodles.

Duan Yu on the side frowned as he looked at the monk. He had lived with the Duan family since he was a child and had been a Buddhist and Taoist since childhood. He looked down on such monks who broke their precepts from the bottom of his heart.

"This monk..." He shook his head and said nothing.

Murong Xing, who was standing by, paid no attention to the monk eating noodles. Instead, he looked at the azure Erhai Lake in the distance and said, "According to the invitation, the chess game is in Cangshan Mountain."

To the west of Erhai Lake is Cangshan Mountain.

After Xingzilin, he, Duan Yu and Yue Lao Er headed southwest to Dali. Halfway there, they met Duan Yu's father Duan Zhengchun.

So they returned to Dali together.

There was a heated debate in Dali about how to deal with the deposed Crown Prince Duan Yanqing.

The deposed prince is still a prince!

That is the face of the Dali royal family.

However, these have nothing to do with Murong Xing and Duan Yu. Duan Yu took Murong Xing around Dali all day and also went to the Langhuan Blessed Land.

The two are not brothers but are better than brothers.

Murong Xing grew up in Chanhe Village, so he was not as comfortable as this. He just felt that life in the martial arts world was very enjoyable.

Suddenly one day, they received a mysterious invitation, saying that there was a chess game in Cangshan Mountain and they were invited to solve it.

Duan Yu knows and loves chess, so the two of them decided to go and take a look when they had nothing to do.

We stopped in this small town on the way and met this monk who was chanting sutras and eating meat.

However, there are eighteen strange things in Dali, and Murong Xing is not surprised.

"Let's go! Let's go!" Murong Xing urged Duan Yu.

Duan Yu said helplessly: "Don't worry! Xing'er, according to the date on the post, there is still a good day."

Seeing Duan Yu's lazy look, Murong Xing rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, is that person in the distance Mu Wanqing?"

"Mu Wanqing? Let's go!" Duan Yu threw down the silver and hurried out of the noodle shop.

It's no wonder that he overreacted. It was because when he first met and fell in love with Mu Wanqing, he never thought that Mu Wanqing was his half-sister.

He could only let go of his thoughts, but Mu Wanqing was unwilling to do so.

But he's not a pervert...

Few men can accept their own sisters.

Therefore, Duan Yu has been avoiding Mu Wanqing.

After taking two steps out, he saw Murong Xing smiling. He knew that he had been fooled.

"Xing'er!" Duan Yu scolded with a smile: "I will remember this matter first. One day I will take revenge!"

Murong Xing chuckled: "Waiting for you!"

The two of them walked towards Cangshan Mountain, talking and laughing.

The Cangshan Mountain Range is a series of ridges, consisting of 19 peaks from north to south. After walking for a long time, the two came to the halfway point of a mountain, and saw a person walking towards them on the mountain road.

That person was the monk we met just now. "Strange. Could it be that this monk is also going to participate in the chess game?" Murong Xing looked at the monk carrying his bag and couldn't help but ask, "Monks also play chess?"

Duan Yu glanced back and said, "Monks all eat meat, so it's normal for them to play chess!"

"That's true!" Murong Xing nodded.

"Over there, I saw the place mentioned in the invitation!" Duan Yu pointed to the valley in the distance and said, "I didn't expect there would be people in such a remote place!"

Cangshan Mountain is located in Dali, and he has been to Cangshan Mountain several times.

Following the direction Duan Yu pointed, Murong Xing saw a valley.

I saw a valley among the mountains. The valley was full of pine trees, and the sound of the pine trees sounded like waves when the mountain wind blew past.

When they arrived at the pine forest in the valley, they saw three wooden houses deep in the forest and a big tree in front of the houses.

There was a big stone under the tree with a chessboard on it. The black and white pieces were all sparkling. A shriveled old man was staring at the chessboard, studying something.

"Looking at your two ages, I guess you must be Duan Yu, the prince of Dali, and Murong Xing of Gusu?" The skinny old man couldn't help but feel satisfied when he saw that Duan Yu and Murong Xing were both young, talented and handsome.

"Yes! I am Duan Yu."

"I am Murong Xing!"

Duan Yu and Murong Xing informed the shriveled old man of their names.

"I am Su Xinghe, the wise and eloquent master!" The shriveled old man Su Xinghe sighed and said, "My master is unfortunate, so I have to swear to survive. People in the martial arts world also call me the deaf-mute old man."

Murong Xing said: "Do you have any enemies? Tell us and we will avenge you!"

Su Xinghe was even more satisfied when he heard Murong Xing say this. He smiled and said, "How can we use outsiders as an excuse to avenge our master? Now that you two are here, why not take a look at this chess game!"

Murong Xing thought to himself: "This old man obviously has a grudge, but instead of practicing martial arts properly, he studies chess. It's really..."

Duan Yu was a man who understood chess. He saw that this game of chess contained many dangers within dangers, including co-existence and immortality, or counterattack, or gathering energy, and it was extremely complicated.

He couldn't help but make a move with the white pieces, and Su Xinghe's eyes lit up and he made a move with the black pieces.

Duan Yu pondered for a moment, deduced a dozen moves in his mind, and then made another move.

The two of them made more than a dozen moves with a "pa" and "pa" sound.

After a while, Duan Yu frowned and thought for half an hour, then shook his head and said, "The chess game that the old gentleman set up is very profound and ingenious, I can't crack it."

Su Xinghe's face turned pale, as if he had lost the game. He said, "Master Duan's chess moves are very precise. These dozen moves have reached a very high level. It's just that he failed to think deeper. What a pity, what a pity!"

He sighed again: "Alas, what a pity, what a pity!"

He said "what a pity" several times in a row, which shows how regretful he was.

"Sir, why don't you give it a try?" Su Xinghe restored the chessboard to its original state and said to Murong Xing.

Murong Xing did shake his head and said, "I took a look at it just now and knew that this was not a chess move I could play."

For the children of aristocratic families, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are indispensable. However, he had been slacking off since he was a child, learning how to take care of sows after childbirth.

He can only understand chess at a level where he can watch.

"What a shame! What a shame!" Su Xinghe felt regretful when he heard Murong Xing say this.

"Zhenlong Chess Game invites the best talents from all over the world. There is still one day left until the agreed time. Why don't you two gentlemen study it carefully here?" Su Xinghe was selfish. He felt that the two were quite suitable to be his master's successors.

He is handsome and kind-hearted, and is indeed a very suitable candidate.

Just then, a voice came from the pine forest.

"I am Xu Zhu, a poor monk. Nice to meet you, old sir!"

　The story of Tian Long should be read in conjunction with the original novel "The Desperate Journey". The same is true for "The Flying Dagger of Xiao Li". The story should subvert the original intention, rather than killing anyone and beheading women.

　　
　
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