The top of Leigu Mountain.
Li Zhige looked at the old man in front of him who was pretending to be deaf and mute, and then at the chess game in front of him, with no unnecessary expression on his face.
The pale-faced, white-haired, stooped old man in front of me is over eighty years old. He is Su Xinghe, the eldest disciple of the Wuyazi sect, and Mr. Congbian, the head of the deaf-mute sect.
Wu Yazi was plotted by his wife Li Qiushui and his second disciple Ding Chunqiu, and fell off the cliff.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yazi had such profound skills that he survived even though he was severely injured and fell off a cliff. Even though he was completely disabled, he still managed to survive with one breath. His purpose was to find a successor to pass on his skills and find Ding Chunqiu to clean up the family.
Su Xinghe brought Wu Yazi to Leigu Mountain. In order to avoid the pursuit of his junior brother Ding Chunqiu, he pretended to be deaf and mute and founded the Deaf-mute Sect. He became Mr. Congbian and never spoke a word again.
It's just that Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe have been playing the Zhenlong chess game in Leigu Mountain for decades. For decades, no one has been able to crack the Zhenlong chess game and inherit Wu Yazi's mantle.
Wu Yazi did not wait for the successor, but Su Xinghe accepted eight disciples, known as the Eight Friends of Hangu.
Leigu Mountain is not a famous mountain or river.
Wu Yazi was disabled, and Su Xinghe's martial arts was not as good as Ding Chunqiu's. The two of them did not dare to announce the Zhenlong chess game, but slowly waited for the destined person to come and solve the chess game.
Wu Yazi has been clinging to life for decades, but in the past two years he has barely been able to hold on, and there are obvious signs of running out of fuel.
Su Xinghe is planning to ask his disciples to post hero posts widely and invite young talents from all over the world to come to Leigu Mountain to crack the Zhenlong chess game and select qualified successors.
Just as he was about to post a hero post, Li Zhige came to Leigu Mountain.
Even though Li Zhige didn't quite meet the aesthetic standards of the Xiaoyao Sect, Su Xinghe could tell that he was an unfathomable master. Now, he had no extra choice. He just hoped that the young man in front of him could break Zhenlong's chess game.
There are nineteen vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard, and the two black and white pieces are yin and yang.
The chessboard is square and the chess pieces are round, symbolizing the round sky and the round place.
Li Zhige looked closely at the entangled chess pieces on the chessboard. He was proficient in chess skills, but he obviously did not have the ability to crack the Zhenlong chess game.
The game of chess is like fighting on the battlefield.
A single fall can lead to thousands of possibilities. Ordinary people may not be able to thoroughly study this nineteen-way chessboard even if they spend their entire lives.
Li Zhige can play chess, but he is not a master of chess, let alone cracking the Zhenlong chess game.
Li Zhige cupped his hands towards Su Xinghe and said in a deep voice, "My chess skills are shallow and I can't break the Zhenlong chess game."
There was a hint of disappointment in Su Xinghe's eyes, and he waved to Li Zhige, signaling Li Zhige to come down the mountain.
The Xiaoyao sect prefers lack of disciples to excessive ones.
If he couldn't break the chess game, Wu Yazi would rather die with all his energy exhausted.
However, Li Zhige stood motionless.
Looking at Li Zhige standing motionless, Su Xinghe's frown deepened.
Li Zhige said calmly, "What you want is just to kill the traitor Ding Chunqiu and clean up the family. What does it matter if you can break the chess game?"
"Although Li is not good at chess, he is confident that his martial arts skills are good, and he can just clear the door for you."
Su Xinghe suddenly stood up, his whole body tense, his eyes warily looked at Li Zhige, and he took an attack stance.
Li Zhige shook his head, "Mr. Su, Li advises you not to take action rashly. In chess, Li thinks he is no match for you. But in martial arts, although you are more than ten years older than Li, you will never Not Li’s opponent.”
"Who are you?"
After decades of pretending to be deaf and mute, Su Xinghe finally stopped pretending. His voice was hoarse and his eyes were extremely nervous.
The Xiaoyao Sect has no entanglement with Jianghu, and there are very few people in the Jianghu who know the Xiaoyao Sect and Su Xinghe's true identity. Su Xinghe has to suspect that the person in front of him is related to the traitor Ding Chunqiu.
"My Excellency, Li Zhige, has met Mr. Su."
Su Xinghe did not lower his guard and continued to ask, "What is your relationship with the traitor Ding Chunqiu, and how did you learn about his identity?"
Li Zhige calmly explained, "Mr. Su, I have nothing to do with Ding Chunqiu. Some time ago, Li learned the Beiming Divine Skill at Langhuan Paradise at the bottom of Wuliang Valley in Dali, so he came here specifically to find Senior Wuyazi , I want to inherit the Seven Treasures Ring, the token of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect.”
After listening to Li Zhige's explanation, Su Xinghe's eyes relaxed a little, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "How to prove it?"
Li Zhige stretched out his hand and squeezed it into a claw. He grasped and turned his claws forward. Suddenly, there was a terrifying suction force from the center of the claws, causing a violent wind on the calm mountain top.
Su Xinghe's eyes showed a bit of horror, and he hurriedly said, "That's enough."
"I believe you learned the Beiming Divine Kung Fu from Langhuan Paradise. But it's not that you learned the Xiaoyao sect's martial arts, or that you are a disciple of the Xiaoyao sect. If you can't crack the Zhenlong chess game, you'd better go down the mountain."
Li Zhige shook his head, "Mr. Su, Li is bound to get the Seven Treasures Ring during this trip. Li is unwilling to take action if it is not necessary. But if you insist on stopping Li, don't blame Li for taking it."
"You should know that you can't stop Li."
Su Xinghe fell into silence, knowing that what Li Zhige said was the truth.
The young man in front of him has such profound skills that there are probably not many people in the world who can match him. Unless the master is not disabled, unless the master uncle and master uncle come out of the mountain, then there is hope to control this young man.
Li Zhige continued, "If you can't make up your mind, why not go in and report to Senior Wu Yazi in the cave?"
Su Xinghe did not agree immediately.
Now the master is completely disabled, the muscles and veins all over his body are also useless, and he has only one body of true energy hanging on his life. If he rashly allowed the young man in front of him to enter the cave, he was afraid that Li Zhige would be detrimental to his master.
"Xinghe, let him come in."
In the cave, a weak voice came out, with a hint of loneliness.
Although Wu Yazi's body was disabled, he was not deaf. With his deep energy, he could hear the conversation between Li Zhige and Su Xinghe outside the cave.
Su Xinghe was still a little hesitant.
Wu Yazi continued, "Xinghe, don't stick to rigid rules. Your time as a teacher is running out, and this little friend Li is a good choice."
Squeak!
As Wu Yazi's voice came out, the stone door of the cave moved open, making the sound of grinding teeth.
Li Zhige's eyes narrowed.
Wu Yazi's western limb was completely severed and all his veins were disabled. He didn't expect that he could still move the stone door with his strength.
It's unimaginable how strong Wu Yazi's Qi has been accumulated for more than eighty years.
Among the three elders of Xiaoyao Sect, Wu Xingyun is ninety-six years old, Wu Yazi is ninety-three years old, and Li Qiushui is eighty-seven years old. Wu Yazi has lived for more than ninety years, and with the Beiming Divine Skill absorbing people's internal energy, his true energy must be as deep as the ocean.
Even Xu Zhu, not counting the wasted energy in the process of passing on the skills, has inherited Wu Yazi's seventy years of skills.
Li Zhige did the math, and if his own skills were added to Wu Yazi's, he would have at least more than a hundred years of skills.
With more than a hundred years of skill, it is not difficult to condense a three-foot Qi wall.
Seeing that the stone door had been opened, Su Xinghe turned sideways and stopped blocking it.
Li Zhige didn't say anything more to Su Xinghe and walked into the cave one after another.
