Zang Qingyun is indeed the gentleman of the White Horse Academy stationed in Jinling City, but he is not the person in charge.

The four major academies have branches in the capital of the Hundred Kingdoms, and the principals of them are at least Jinshi cultivators. In addition to the capital, many large cities have branches of the four major academies stationed, and in a certain way, the four major academies have hundreds of jinshi in other places.

That's an enormous number.

Again, it's a formidable force.

After passing the palace examination, the scholar is recognized by the Wenyun, and after being promoted to Jinshi, he can condense the golden house and practice piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, and sword shooting. The heaven-sent peerless will soon be promoted to Hanlin and step into a higher peak.

And most scholars can only stop at Jinshi in their lives. In addition to being talented, only those who are extremely lucky can break the barrier and be promoted to Hanlin.

Zhang Yi could see clearly that although Zang Qingyun was at the forefront of the team, he was not the real principal. Behind him was an old man who was not good-looking, his eyes were clear, flashing with divine light, and his strength was much stronger than that of Zang Qingyun.

He hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand: "Student Zhang Yi, I have seen you. Mr. Qingyun, long time no see. ”

Zang Qingyun was extremely surprised, and said, "Why did you appear here?"

"The student went to the Eastern Jin Dynasty with Mr. Huang some time ago, and was about to come to Jinling City to borrow the teleportation formation. Walking to Mochou Lake, I heard that there is a chess club of Tianzi, so I was curious to come and have a look. ”

Zhang Yi is now a person descended from heaven, and his status is not below Zang Qingyun, but as a disciple of the White Horse Academy, he should abide by etiquette and answer Zang Qingyun's question seriously.

The old man beside Zang Qingyun looked at Zhang Yi and said with a smile: "You are Zhang Yi who made the hand-me-down water tune song a few days ago?"

"This is Mr. Wu, the director of the academy in Jinling City. "Zang Qingyun introduced the old man to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi bowed his hand and said: "The student has seen Mr. Wu, that heirloom water tune song was indeed composed by chance, it is nothing, I don't know what is the important thing for you to come here?"

If there is such luck, please give it to the old man. Seeing that Zhang Yi was polite, Mr. Wu smiled a few words, turned his head to the people behind him, "Zhang Yi is now a person from heaven, and his status is equivalent to that of a tribute, and the academy should soon promote him to a true disciple, it is you and other senior brothers, you haven't seen it quickly." ”

The scholars hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Zhang Yi returned the salute.

Only then did Zang Qingyun explain: "There was a scholar who played against someone here before, and was humiliated, Mr. Wu is well versed in chess, and he wants to come to meet that person. We were very interested in chess, so we came along. By the way, were you here this morning, and did you see that young man who was one against ten?"

Zhang Yi couldn't help but be surprised, it turned out that among the ten people, there was also a disciple of the White Horse Academy. It should be that the man was not wearing the uniform of the academy, and he did not even recognize it.

He nodded, pointed to the building boat not far away, and said, "That young man's chess skills are indeed very exquisite, just on this building boat, Mr. Wu has to go to find him in person?"

As the head of the White Horse Academy in the Southern Tang Dynasty, Mr. Wu's status is extraordinary, and if he personally went to invite that young man to play a game, it would indeed seem to be a bit of a lowering of his status.

"This person can be called a national player with one enemy and ten, and I am fortunate to be able to play against him, so I should go in person. Mr. Wu smiled slightly, if he was proud of his identity, that young man might not be willing to agree to play against him, and it would be difficult to fight happily at that time.

Zhang Yi smiled when he heard this, he roughly guessed Mr. Wu's thoughts.

Since Mr. Wu had decided, the disciples of the academy could not object, and the group walked towards the building boat.

A disciple of the White Horse Academy boarded the boat to report, and quickly got a reply, and only asked the opponent to take two of them.

Mr. Wu smiled and agreed, ordered Zang Qingyun and Zhang Yi to accompany him, and boarded the boat.

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This building ship belongs to the Li clan of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The boat is exquisitely shaped, about 12 zhang high, and even the exterior is inlaid with many precious stones. To be able to sit on such a luxury ship, either the status is extremely high, or the family is rich.

The young man's family background and status were good, because he chartered an entire floor of the building boat and set up a chess table in the hall. Anyone who can play against them with 100 hands will be able to stay on this floor for free.

I think that the deeds of the young man on the shore of Mochou Lake in the morning spread with one enemy and ten enemies, and many people gathered near the building boat, but few people really went to fight.

Although there is no punishment for losing, it is very humiliating.

When everyone saw that the dean of the branch of the White Horse Academy had come in person, it immediately aroused the interest of many people, and those who had studied chess deeply could no longer hold back and followed.

"I heard that you are the victorious general of the Southern Tang Kingdom, so I will have a discussion with you. The young man was still so arrogant, and his eyes were full of provocation when he looked at Mr. Wu, and ordered the servant to set the chess table and stretch out his hand to invite Mr. Wu to sit down.

Mr. Wu smiled slightly: "I don't dare to be a winning general, I lost too many chess in the past few years, and in recent years, I just stole what I got by losing chess, and then won back the lost chess." I heard that the son came from Daqin, and he traveled through mountains and rivers just to learn chess with others, which made the old man admire. ”

"I love chess, and when I do it for love, it's not hard. The young man didn't say much, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Don't say much, please let the old gentleman go first." ”

Mr. Wu nodded and smiled, although this young man was a little arrogant, he was extremely attentive to chess, so he couldn't help but focus and play against him seriously.

Zhang Yi is a little strange, Mr. Wu must be very famous in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Mr. Qingyun said that he is keen on chess, I am afraid that he has studied chess very deeply, at least at the level of a national player, why should he surrender his identity and take advantage of this pioneer.

Could it be that Mr. Wu deliberately took advantage of this advantage in order to win?

The game between the two had already begun, Zhang Yi no longer thought about it, and watched the chess game quietly.

It can be seen that Mr. Wu is indeed a chess master, and it really made the young man serious, and when he was one against ten in the morning, he still didn't do his best. At this moment, he is very serious, his eyes are extremely serious, and his mind is completely on the chess game.

Zhang Yi can see clearly that the young man's chess path is wonderfully high, like a dragon changing, unpredictable. Many times, the onlookers didn't know why the young man had settled here, and only after a few steps did they realize that the magic was abnormal, and they had set up the game earlier.

Mr. Wu's chess path is dense and rigorous, like an old man galloping, without losing steps. Although the layout of the young man made everyone present sigh and feel ashamed, in the hands of Mr. Wu, it can be skillfully resolved every time.

Later, the expressions on the faces of the two became more and more rigorous, making everyone on the lookers feel the tension of the atmosphere. The scholars, who were originally a little dissatisfied with the youth, couldn't help but admire them at the moment, and there were no complaints.

This game lasted nearly two hours, and Mr. Wu finally won the third son.

"It's really a young talent, and it's fair for you to go first in the next game. Mr. Wu couldn't help but nodded, turning a blind eye to everyone around him.

The young man did not feel frustrated, and after setting the chess table again, he fought with Mr. Wu again. (To be continued.) )