Chapter 2684: Still Waters Run Deep

The commentary rights for this Yellow River main competition were jointly obtained by Tianheng Arena and Canglang Arena.

The more Jia Fugui thought about it seriously, the more he felt like doing other things. Being busy was simply his way of thinking. For now, he just casually wrote a letter to Zhao Tiezhu.

Tianheng Arena was his main business after being released from prison. He purchased an arena that wasn't doing well at the time from the Pei family of Zhengtianfu with a large sum of money, renamed it "Tianheng," and merged and expanded it wildly in just one year, extremely quickly... and then targeted the big prize of the Yellow River Assembly.

Zhao Tiezhu replied alertly: "After this commentary is over, I will bring good wine to visit Huang Foye."

Squeezing out Chu country's "Yanfeng" and Wei country's "Zhengwu" was the tacit understanding between "Tianheng" and "Canglang." After this session of the Yellow River Assembly, the most resounding signboards of the world's arenas would only be these two.

Zhao Tiezhu's letter said again: "Brother Fugui, just rest assured. The two of us brothers will collude internally and externally, act despicably, and sooner or later reach the top of this world!"

Inside the arena, the golden clear voice of Young Master Jin Yu of Yingyangfu still echoed: "This next match is really quite fierce. The first player to appear, his name is 'Wen Yong.' This person is not simple. Speaking of the surname 'Wen,' what does everyone think of? Haha, you definitely guessed wrong, it's not related to Qiantang—"

Information related to the name "Wen Yong" flashed through his mind, and Jia Fugui's thoughts soared. He didn't care, but he habitually thought.

Central Dajing, as the foremost power in the world, also had information from regional great powers like Song country.

Sword Heart Wen Long Yin Wen Hua's younger brother, once a national prodigy, originally preparing to represent Song country in the Yellow River Assembly's inner court competition, Yin Wen Yong, chose to abandon his surname and leave the country, obtaining a preliminary match quota with a personal identity to participate in the Yellow River contention...

After losing national support, family resources, and a strong lead team pre-match guide, relying on his own efforts and talent, he forcefully fought his way to the loser's match, likely explaining what "ambition higher than the sky, fate thinner than paper" means.

Thinking about this name ended here.

Having studied the Five Classics, proficient in the Six Arts, and reportedly having already touched the threshold of Cave Truth, Chen Si Wu... came here, who is he watching?

Moreover, he is hiding in the Taixu Illusion Realm to watch, not personally going to the Yellow River arena—

Song country, which strictly adhered to tradition, was unwilling to let the strange skills and lewd crafts of the Mo family invade their lives. They did not hang up spirit mirrors or sky curtains domestically. Besides Yong country, only those great powers had this. After all, the cost was high, and the broadcast fees for Yellow River events were even more expensive.

Of course, rather than saying they were wary of the Mo family or short on funds, it might be better to say that Song country did not believe in the power of commoners, nor did they care enough about the needs of commoners.

This country was the "world of scholar-officials." Although they paid lip service to "water can carry a boat, and also overturn a boat," and repeatedly advised the ruler to "love and relieve the people," it was all from a top-down perspective. They never truly considered common people as equals or put themselves in their shoes.

The ones the ruler relieved were scholars. The people were used like grass, written on paper, and called "the weight of the world." Grass paper, indeed.

In fact, even without buying spirit mirrors and sky curtains, projection arrays that could do similar things were not difficult. No matter how insufficient the national treasury was, the enjoyment of those princes and nobles was not lacking—in June, a very elegant "Qu Shui Liu Shang" was held, paid for by the national treasury, gathering children from prominent families in Shangqiu city, and some so-called famous scholars, to compose poetry on boats on the long river. They specially cordoned off an area of water, set up banquets on the boats, remotely looked at Guanhe Platform, and drank while composing poetry with the impending arrival of the heavenly prodigies.

It was beautified as "Luming Yellow River, early celebrating proud splendor."

Of course, it was only a damn "early celebration." By July, the Yellow River Assembly had already begun preparations, and they were not allowed to spend money to book the venue here.

Jia Fugui, who returned on schedule, not only understood these things about Song country very well but was also very clear about what Wei country was doing during the same period—led by Yan Shaofei, they sent all the players, including Luo Yuan, who were representing the country in the Yellow River Assembly, into the Netherworld for tempering, fighting with ghosts and gods. Using the method of training soldiers to forge prodigies, the cost was calculated in the military budget, and the overall expenditure was about the same as Song country's "Qu Shui Liu Shang."

At that time, he felt that the Song court had fundamentally given up on the Yellow River Assembly and planned to rely on Confucian relief afterward, waiting for the world to unify before collectively retiring to the mountains... After Chen Yan Xun's horizontal appearance, the Song court, which resonated with book sounds and lingered with silk and bamboo music, instead showed a bit of confident leisure.

The various extravagances in the early stage, under the dazzling performance of the national prodigy, instead showed a profound unfathomability, with a sense of déjà vu of having the "big picture in grasp, showing weakness to others."

The duel that just ended was Jiang Anan against Li Guo Duan Qifeng, so is Chen Si Wu here to observe his son's defeated subordinate?

A thousand-gold lady who had not experienced setbacks, indignant at the failure of her first battle, would challenge Chen Yan Xun again after obtaining qualification—this was a very reasonable plot.

Although with the fighting talent Chen Yan Xun showed, he probably didn't need pre-match points, it was also normal for Chen Si Wu, as a father, to have such concerns.

But... he always felt something was not right.

It wasn't that things were not right, but that he seemed to have overlooked something.

This important feeling came from his heavenly secret spiritual awareness!

This core divine ability belonging to Jia Fugui, in the annotation inside "Zhao Cangwu," is "must obtain a thread of heavenly secret."

It allowed Jia Fugui to often grasp the optimal choice under the heavenly secret in battle. But its power was not only embodied in battle.

Jia Fugui understood that he had obtained a heavenly secret, but he needed to think clearly about what the heavenly secret was—about what he had seen and heard today, exactly what was the key implied by the heavens.

Ordinary mortals, their eyes dusty, even if they obtained a heavenly secret, could not grasp it. Although he had a divine ability, he also needed sober self-restraint and to guard his spiritual treasure so as not to be lost in the "red dust turbulent sea."

Perhaps he should think more clearly—in this Yellow River Assembly, besides the ownership of the championship and the confirmation of the status of the Water Tribe, what other important things, enough to stir a heavenly secret implication, could happen amidst the unity of various sides in the present world?

What other things could even be related to himself, who was staying out of it?

In the last glance across the flaming bronze door, Jia Fugui saw that the next match had already begun. Wen Yong was like a thin-winged bird, flying high. Opposite Wen Yong was a person named "Xiong Wen," with an ordinary name and ordinary appearance.

This time, the key implied by the heavenly secret was nine out of ten on Chen Si Wu.

But during the Yellow River Assembly period, a Chen Si Wu who didn't appear and didn't even go to Guanhe Platform could influence what?

He stepped across the flaming light still illuminating the bronze door, leaving the quiet room with its faint sandalwood fragrance behind.

Jia Fugui, who had left the match field, also directly left the Taixu Illusion Realm.

The virtual and real swept past him, brushing shoulders with an ancient, fragrant wooden carved door.

The vertical scroll with the four large characters "Quiet water flows deep," separated only by a door, seemed to become an ancient pool, with a faint sound of moving water.

A long scroll spread out on the desk, with the words—"In the mountains, where are people placed? World affairs have already turned to Spring and Autumn."

The ink had already congealed.

The man who walked out of the quiet room was again that high disciple of the East Heavenly Master, Chen Suan, with hills and valleys in his chest.

The sky was excessively bright, and the wind was also stuffy.

The Daoist robe swallowed and spat out Yuan Qi, and Chen Suan's steps gave rise to clouds.

In the Heavenly Capital City, where every inch of land was worth gold, the East Heavenly Master's mansion was so large that it made people feel lost.

People constantly came to welcome him, and people constantly left. Just in this coming and going, they took away his instructions one by one. Busy, yet orderly, this precise and natural rhythm abruptly stopped when Chen Suan's eyebrows furrowed.

He casually handed back the jade slip he held in his hand: "Redo a copy."

The subordinate, with a capable look, didn't dare to have any doubt and responded, then wanted to retreat.

Speaking of this person, Su Zhenghai, who originated from Zhongshan country, was also his junior brother from Penglai Island. He was also one of the first few people who came to him for refuge and sought opportunities after his "release from prison."

Chen Suan sighed and finally pointed out: "This is the second time I've asked you to redo it, do you know why?"

Su Zhenghai had a very shrewd appearance, his eyes constantly spinning, seeming to have many ideas popping up at any time. But he didn't show off in front of Chen Suan, just lowered his head and said: "Subordinate did not do well, let sir be disappointed. I will certainly find my shortcomings when I go back and do things a little better."

"Your advantage is being clever, your disadvantage is not being clever enough."

Chen Suan looked at him: "What I want is not for you to think she has no problem and find proof that she has no problem."

"It's not that I think she has a problem and you give me clues to make her have a problem."

"What I want is all of Bian Qiong's experiences on the grassland. It's 'all.' You don't need to filter it for me, understand?"

Across Chen Zhenren's hairpin, that world-breaking sword with its sheath looked dirty, yet nestled inside his black hair.

Su Zhenghai buried his head low: "Subordinate will keep it in mind. I will not make this mistake again later."

Chen Suan didn't speak and continued walking forward.

Jing country was very big, with many factions. Even this East Heavenly Master mansion, after all, was surnamed "Song," not "Chen."

Having been imprisoned for five years, the people who once gathered around him inevitably went their separate ways. After coming out, he didn't even have several handy people under his command, and he still had to teach them one by one...

These were not problems. Problems that could be solved with a little more effort were already the relaxed part of life.

Of course, those who didn't even realize this point were already relaxed enough.

After walking several more steps through the long corridor, he walked to a familiar pavilion.

It was right here that year that Jiang Wang sent him into the Taixu prison—at that time, there was no real prison, but a quiet room specially created for him as a cell.

Speaking of which, he was also the "creator of heaven and earth" inside the Taixu Illusion Realm.

Zhao Tiezhu still said that relying on this qualification, he might be able to fight for the next Taixu Cabinet member quota.

Chen Suan walked over calmly, sat down, and continued the unfinished game of chess—this game of chess contained the momentum of hooking a dragon, and the two advancements of destiny. The white pieces seemed to have already entered a dead end, yet there were infinite changes, accumulating momentum waiting to be unleashed.

If Jiang Wang were present, he would remember, of course, he wouldn't necessarily remember—this was the game of chess he reached out and brushed messy when he walked into the Heavenly Master mansion that year.

Now it was still one piece short, stopping here without moving a single step.

Just like the trace of the person named Chen Suan, stagnant in the present world for five years.

After being released from prison, he was active for another year before coming back to play this game of chess—

The East Heavenly Master, Song Huai, just sat opposite him.

No matter how world affairs changed, the master always waited for him.

"Finish world affairs, then place a piece in the game." Time did not leave any traces on Song Huai's face. His wrinkles did not increase or decrease, as if they had solidified into Dao traces. If one studied them carefully, they really had a Dao rhythm.

At this moment, he calmly opened his mouth: "Six years. Have you thought about how to solve it?"

Chen Suan was silent for a long time and said: "Memorized."

From the time he could remember, he just memorized one game of chess, a very, very long game of chess. He didn't finish memorizing it until the day he was locked up by Jiang Wang in the East Heavenly Master mansion.

In the five years inside Taixu prison, besides cultivation, he just spent his time memorizing the chess manual.

He picked up a white chess piece and placed it seriously.

Song Huai didn't speak, just immediately followed with a piece.

Master and disciple, you come and I go, playing faster and faster, more and more urgently. Soon they had laid out more than half of the chessboard—

Song Huai raised his hand and just took away this chessboard, as if removing a layer of illusion.

Underneath the chessboard, there was still a chessboard.

Thus, they continued to place pieces. For a time, urgent rain knocked on the window.

Master and disciple continuously repeated the process of lifting and placing pieces. The pieces in the chess basket seemed endless, and in front of the chessboard, there was always a new one.

Layer upon layer of chess game illusions, to the later stages, they rotated around them like screens.

Only those with a vast enough vision and profound enough cultivation could break the fixed cognition and see the truth of these chess games.

These intersecting black and white chessboards, one by one, were like complex puzzles. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... countless chessboards pieced together, were the most complex game in history—

The legendary boundless chess.

"Infinite calculation, infinite ultimate"... Tian Yan Bureau!

The eternal famous game between the former famous master True Saint Gongsun Xi and the Yin Yang True Saint Zou Hui Ming!

This game was said to be "with heaven and earth as the board, wiping away the barriers of ten thousand realms, killing in the infinite," but it was not entirely "boundless" from the beginning.

But with the nineteen horizontal and vertical paths as the limit, when these nineteen paths entered the official stage, one could open up nineteen new paths in any boundary, connecting the old board, called "connecting Qi." The chess game that had already reached its end just like this started infinite changes again. This process could be continuously extended.

After Jiang Wang, Dou Zhao, and others killed their way out of the Five Virtues Small World, through the organization and promotion of Ji Li of Mu Gu Academy, this game only reappeared in daylight and was widely discussed in the world.

But in fact, the Daoist gate had always kept this chess manual—it was said to be a book, but in fact, it was piled high with ten thousand jade slips. Inside each jade slip, massive information was stored.

Everyone said, "Nineteen horizontal and vertical paths, a game that has never been repeated through the ages."

But Chen Suan and Song Huai had been playing this game, yet they had repeated it for many years.

Chen Suan had never finished memorizing the manual, and this game naturally had never been arranged to the end—

On the day Jiang Wang visited six years ago, Chen Suan was just thinking of a new solution.

Every self-proclaimed genius was unwilling to follow the old path.

But being imprisoned in the Taixu Illusion Realm for five years, he had verified his own mistakes countless times. He had to admit that every step played by Zou Hui Ming and Gongsun Xi in the chess manual was the optimal choice.

Of course, he also knew about Gongsun Xi's true name death in prison.

He once doubted life—how could a person with such supreme wisdom, who could make the optimal choice in every step on the chessboard, a person who could stand on equal footing with Zou Hui Ming and was known as the supreme existence in the chess forest, leave such a failure in his life?

Betraying the various saints and stealing the Tian Yan Supreme Saint was absolutely impossible to succeed.

Of course, he could rashly evaluate Gongsun Xi's stupidity.

But this chess manual had already told him countless times—many times, he was just the one who temporarily still didn't understand the subtlety within.

People would be stupid because of ignorance, and even more stupid because of ignorance when judging others as stupid.

"Master—" Chen Suan held a chess piece that was about to be placed suspended in the air. Sweat streamed down his forehead like earthworms.

For many years, he had used memorizing the manual and learning the manual as a method to cultivate his calculation power.

Unknowingly, he had become the first in chess skill among his generation. By now, having served several years in prison, the limit of "same generation" in front of him seemed to be removable.

But he understood, it only "seemed."

The truly skilled chess players in the world were his master.

Yu Beidou was dead, Ren Qiu Li was also gone. He, Chen Suan, could now perhaps claim to be the first in contemporary True Person calculation power!

But in the absolute peak forest, there were still many mountains he couldn't cross.

"I can only go this far," he said, tightly grasping the chess piece.

The Tian Yan Bureau was an infinite game of exhausting changes, finally stopping with Gongsun Xi's calculation being exhausted.

Today, just memorizing the manual and recreating it, it also exhausted a True Person who was good at calculation power. He was still far from finishing arranging that year's game, let alone continuing to deduce afterward.

Song Huai's face showed no sorrow or joy, and there was no disappointment or other emotions in his eyes. He just said: "Continue next time."

Chen Suan seemed relieved of a heavy burden and wanted to throw the chess piece into the basket, but his five fingers trembled, and he finally didn't let go.

Of course, he still sat up straight.

"Disciple still has one thing unclear—" He slowly recovered his body and opened his mouth with difficulty: "Why did Da Luo Mountain give up this Yellow River Assembly?"

Song Huai's tone was indifferent: "Because there were only three quotas, the Emperor Party wanted one, Penglai Island wanted one, and Jade Capital Mountain also wanted one."

"I understand that Jade Capital Mountain needs this quota to rebuild its influence and restore vitality. I also understand that as one of the three branches, they should support Jade Capital Mountain." Chen Suan listened and understood a little, weighing his words before saying: "But why would it be Da Luo Mountain that conceded?"

"You want to ask what was exchanged." Song Huai slanted his eyes and looked at him: "You've been imprisoned for several years, and now you're very honest with your master, not hiding your little thoughts."

Chen Suan finally put the chess piece back into the chess basket, as if moving ten thousand jun, laughing a little weakly: "Disciple is after all an unemployed youth who hasn't found a job yet. Naturally, I have the Daoist gate in my heart and worry about the world."

Song Huai said: "In fact, Penglai Island didn't give anything, and Da Luo Mountain didn't want anything."

Chen Suan was a little stunned: "Why?"

"Because they already have Li Yi," Song Huai sighed.

"Supreme goodness is like water, water goodness benefits all things and does not contend."

"Only by not contending can no one in the world contend with it."

"If you can't think clearly, just think more."

Chen Suan temporarily couldn't think clearly about the overall situation, but he understood a bit—because of Li Yi's existence, Master Yu of Da Luo Mountain already had further possibilities.

"Master!" Chen Suan suddenly shouted with hot blood: "I will certainly be like Tai Yu, letting you have no more worries and be able to leap leisurely."

As soon as these words came out, his face felt sour. Chen Suan felt as if he had been infected by Zhao Tiezhu's enthusiasm, and even his speech had become embarrassing.

But his master, who raised him, did not show an embarrassed expression.

He just looked at him peacefully, like an ordinary old man in the dusk, and smiled lightly: "I always believe."

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