Ji Jiashu's voice was calm. But hearing this, Ji Qingyuan, who got up in the house and went to pick up Ji San's chess pieces, was stunned.

The twenty-nine chessboards used by the cultivator were specially made large chessboards, and naturally there was no such chessboard in his courtyard where he was not allowed to practice.

The twenty-nine chessboard is so large and space-consuming that ordinary people don't need it. In addition to their father's study, there is only Ji Jiashu's courtyard in the entire National Teacher's Mansion.

Ji Qingyuan sat down slowly.

There is no way to do this, after all, Ji Jiashu is a cultivator of the Divine Dance Realm.

The reason why Nan Chu Chunhua Jun was able to have such prestige was not only because he was young, but also because he was an all-powerful cultivator.

Even if he is not famous for his chess skills, Ji Jiashu is also one of the strongest chess players in Nanchu Danyang City, and his chess strength far exceeds that of his peers. In the wargame battle of the last beginner ceremony, he only lost to the monster of the Northern Wei Dynasty by half an eye in the unfavorable situation of the white line, and won the second place.

In Go, the black pioneer has an advantage, and in this case, Ji Jiashu is only half a goal away from his opponent, who is known for his chess skills, so it can be said that the level is very terrifying.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that Ji Jiashu has invited Ying Baoyue to his courtyard.

The agreement between him and Ying Baoyue was also heard by Ji Qingyuan before.

But borrowing a chessboard is a gesture, and if you don't say it if you know you have it, it's not a gentleman's doing.

Looking at the backs of the young man and girl on the threshold, Ji Qingyuan slowly put down the chess pieces in his hand. Ji Jiashu's yard not only has a big chessboard, but also better chess pieces, and he must not need them.

However, to Ji Qingyuan's surprise, hearing Ji Jiashu's words, Ying Baoyue was stunned when she heard this, and then shook her head with a smile.

"Thank you, but it's okay, I have another way."

After speaking, she drew her sword out of the sheath, stepped out of the threshold and swung a sword at the ground in the courtyard, the sword wind was fierce, and the exclamations of Ji Ange and others suddenly sounded in the room.

Something else?

Ji Qingyuan, who didn't hear the answer he expected, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the sword marks that appeared on the ground in the courtyard and was stunned for a moment.

"Sorry to scare you?" Ying Baoyue stood in the courtyard with a sword, and glanced at Ji Ange and them apologetically.

"I'll be lighter next time," she said, looking at the first sword mark on the ground, and swung her sword again.

This time, her sword wind was indeed a little lighter, and a second sword mark appeared on the ground, this sword mark and the one next to it were completely equal in length, and the two sword marks were parallel to each other, exactly the same at a certain distance.

The girl in the courtyard looked serious, and the sword in her hand did not stop.

The third, fourth, fifth...... Twenty-ninth course. Then she changed the direction vertically and continued to draw her sword, and the sword marks were still the same length and even the spacing was exactly the same.

At this time, everyone in the room finally understood what she was doing.

She was actually using her sword to cut a chessboard into the ground in the courtyard!

"Ah, I'm sorry," at this time, noticing Ji Qingyuan's gaze in the room looking straight at her, Ying Baoyue looked back at him and smiled. "When the chess battle is over, I will shovel this place, and it will definitely be restored to the way it was."

"I didn't ...... It's okay," Ji Qingyuan stood up and walked to the threshold, looking at the chessboard carved on the ground outside the courtyard that had begun to take shape, "Some small things, don't care." ”

The ground in the yard was originally compacted with mud, and then it could be restored to its original state by filling in some soil, if it weren't for Ji Jiashu here, he would have wanted to say to her how you want to carve it.

And at this moment, with a click, Ying Baoyue put the sword into the sheath, and there was already a chessboard engraved on the ground of Qing'an Courtyard.

The warp and weft intersect, sixty-two sword marks, eight hundred and forty-one intersections, and each chess path is as straight as a ruler.

"Guichen, the chessboard is ready, you can also take a look." Ying Baoyue stood in the courtyard and beckoned to Guichen.

"That's what it is...... The chessboard ......" Guichen was stunned, his eyes lit up, and he walked towards the huge chessboard that he had never seen in the courtyard.

"I didn't expect her to think of doing this." Ji Qingyuan walked to Ji Jiashu, who was standing in the threshold and quietly staring at Ji Jiashu.

"She has always had a lot of ideas," Ji Jiashu smiled and said, "Big brother, I'll ask Ji Si to send some chess pieces over later." ”

Ji Jiashu looked at Guichen and Yinghuyue happily around the newly marked chessboard in the courtyard, "The chessboard is there, but she still doesn't have enough chess pieces." ”

Ji Qingyuan nodded, but saw Ji Jiashu staring straight at the chessboard line drawn by Ying Baoyue on the ground, his gaze focused and complicated.

"What's wrong?" He asked lightly, "The first time I was politely rejected?" ”

The joke was like this, but Ji Qingyuan knew very well that Ji Jiashu didn't care about inviting people who were rejected for such trivial things.

"How come," Sure enough, Ji Jiashu said with a smile, and the next moment he looked at the neat sword marks in the courtyard that did not even exceed a single thread, and his expression became serious.

"I'm just thinking that the sword of precision that my father said probably refers to this."

Ji Qingyuan was stunned when he heard this, and the next moment he closed his eyes with slightly constricted pupils, "How could I know." ”

He said lightly, "I'm different from you, my father didn't teach me swordsmanship. ”

Ji Jiashu looked at him with a shock on his shoulder, "Big brother, I'm sorry, I'm not ......"

"I know," Ji Qingyuan naturally knew that Ji Jiashu didn't mean that, he raised a hand to stop the other party's apology, "Don't talk about this, what's wrong with her swordsmanship?" ”

"It's the most accurate cultivator I've ever seen," Ji Jiashu put away his emotions and looked at the chessboard in the courtyard and took a deep breath.

Unbiased, not a fraction of a centimeter.

It wasn't obvious in the battle, but it couldn't be hidden when carved on the ground, and looking at him was only thrilling.

Thrilled by this precision.

On this hand-cut chessboard, the precision of this woman's swordsmanship was extremely terrifying.

Not to mention the swordsmanship of those ordinary cultivators who think they have reached home, even if they are high-level cultivators, who can guarantee that every sword mark drawn will be exactly the same length?

Ji Jiashu said in his heart.

When he was a young man, he suffered a lot in swordsmanship, and the main reason was that the master who enlightened him was his father.

He once thought that if he was stupid and talented, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get into his father's eyes no matter how much he practiced.

Later, I entered the Jixia School Palace, and after fighting against other families, I realized that this was not the case.

No one of his peers could beat him.

At that time, he was young and didn't understand, obviously his movements were exactly the same as on the sword book, and everyone around him praised him for being a little genius, but why his father was not satisfied.

"Left hand, an inch higher!"

"The blade on the right, can't you see it with your eyes if it's three cents off?"

Those harsh reprimands rang in his ears, and as he progressed through the ranks, he was gradually able to see the world through his father's eyes, and he was able to complete all kinds of swordsmanship with precision, and he never heard such a reprimand again.

Today, however, he remembered these things for some reason.

Looking at the square lattice above the ground, Ji Jiashu's eyes deepened slightly.

When he was ranked seventh, he thought he couldn't draw such a board with a sword.

Ji Jiashu didn't know what kind of swordsmanship his father had pursued all his life, maybe there was no such swordsmanship in the world.

But now he found out that it existed.

The sword that the girl in front of her had just swung out was not very fast in the eyes of high-level cultivators, nor was it particularly powerful, but it contained extremely superb skills.

In his eyes.

Ji Jiashu quietly stared at the chessboard on the ground.

Her swordsmanship.

Very, very beautiful.