When the Zhenlong Chess Game was mentioned, a hint of worry appeared on Wanwan's face.
"This chess game is famous throughout the world, but it is extremely difficult to solve."
"A Senior from my Yin Kui Sect came to Wuliang Mountain many years ago to investigate, but ultimately returned empty-handed."
"Thirty years have passed, and no one has been able to solve it. I wonder if there will be a turning point this time."
Fahai smiled slightly.
"It hasn't been solved for thirty years because Little Monk wasn't here."
"Now that Little Monk is here, he will naturally solve it."
Xuzhu was speechless, Senior Brother Fahai was actually so confident.
This wasn't a martial arts competition; playing chess wasn't about talking big.
Could he really do it?
Wanwan's eyes, however, sparkled, and she looked at Fahai with admiration.
What he said sounded like a boast, but she didn't doubt it.
Instead, she liked his resolute attitude.
Just then, someone unseasonably interjected, wanting to make their presence known.
Indeed, a sneer came from not far away.
"Hmph, where did this Little Monk come from? Knowing what the Zhenlong Chess Game is, how dare he utter such bold words!"
Hmm?
Fahai was startled, thinking, "Who have I offended now?"
He looked back.
He saw a young man standing there.
He was dressed in scholar's robes, with delicate features and a handsome, heroic air.
Behind him stood several people, all dressed in Daoist robes.
Were they from the Wudang Sect?
Although Fahai didn't recognize these people, he recognized their attire.
Shaolin and Wudang were both major sects in the Central Plains, and they often interacted.
When he was at Shaolin, he had seen visiting Wudang Disciples dressed in this manner.
Daoists look down on monks?
This was simply a personal attack.
Before Fahai could speak, Wanwan already showed a displeased expression.
She looked coldly at the young man in the lead and said, "If you can't do it yourself, do you deny others?"
"It seems Your Excellency's magnanimity is nothing more than this."
However, the young man seemed not to have heard her words at all.
Because he had already been captivated by Wanwan's beauty, completely lost in a daze.
Looking at the charming and beautiful woman in front of him, he stood frozen.
His heart raced, his eyes were hazy, like a person who had lost his soul.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and with an excited feeling, he took a step forward.
"I am Song Qingshu of Wudang. May I ask for your esteemed name, young lady?"
Wudang.
Song Qingshu.
As these five words were uttered,
the Jianghu people around them all changed color, utterly shocked!
He was a Genius in the top ten of the innate ranking!
No, now he was eleventh!
It was said that this Song Qingshu had an extraordinary background, being the son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and possessed exceptional talent.
He was deeply favored by the Immortal Master-like elder on Wudang Mountain.
"This young hero is exceptionally talented, has profound cultivation, and is generous, helping those in need. The Jianghu people have given him the nickname 'Jade-Faced Mengchang'."
"To meet such a distinguished person today is truly a blessing for three lifetimes!"
"So it truly is Young Hero Song. I apologize for not coming out to greet you; I am truly rude."
"He is one of the most outstanding Disciples of Wudang Mountain, and in the future, it is highly possible that he will inherit the position of Sect Leader."
"I never expected to meet the renowned 'Jade-Faced Mengchang' here."
"He comes from the prestigious Wudang family, is a Disciple of the Seven Heroes, and his Grandmaster is none other than Immortal Master Zhang Sanfeng. This time, he must have come to solve the chess game."
"With his talent, perhaps he can truly solve this Zhenlong Chess Game."
A chorus of praise surrounded them, making Song Qingshu feel smug, and he couldn't help but glance at Wanwan.
However, seeing her calm and unperturbed expression, he couldn't help but feel a little deflated.
He then turned his gaze to Fahai, with a hint of challenge.
Unexpectedly, Fahai also remained composed, without a ripple of emotion.
Although Wanwan appeared calm on the surface, she was quite surprised internally.
She never expected this annoying person in front of her to be the legendary Song Qingshu of Wudang?
Seeing his smug look, Wanwan felt even more annoyed.
She had long heard of this name.
His father, Song Yuanqiao, was a leader of the Righteous Path, with unparalleled martial arts, his reputation shaking the eight directions.
And he himself had made considerable achievements, an Innate stage master, ranking high.
He indeed had reason to be proud.
But this did not affect her poor impression of him.
To flirt so eagerly upon their first meeting was nauseating.
His attitude towards Fahai was completely different from how she felt about him.
Simply because he had targeted that Little Monk upon their first meeting.
In Wanwan's heart, Fahai was already the most important person.
Her nature had always been like this.
Once she developed affection for someone, her eyes could no longer tolerate anyone else; she only wanted to protect that one person.
Fahai looked at Song Qingshu, muttering to himself.
This guy was an old familiar face.
Song Qingshu, the most famous simp in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world.
Nominally 'Jade-Faced Mengchang,' but in reality, 'Jade-Faced Simp.'
In terms of family background, he was a dream come true for most people.
His Grandmaster was the Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, whose name shook the world.
His father was the current Sect Leader of Wudang, leading the core of the Righteous Path.
All his Junior Martial Uncles were great heroes famous in the Jianghu.
He himself possessed exceptional talent, a handsome appearance, and a noble status.
Even if he did nothing, just enjoying prosperity, he would surely become a powerful figure in the future.
Unfortunately, this person was a love-struck fool, a complete simp, beyond redemption.
Originally a promising young Genius with limitless prospects, he strayed from the Righteous Path solely for his infatuation with Emei Disciple Zhou Zhiruo, and out of jealousy for Zhang Wuji.
He sneaked into the Emei women's quarters to peep, was caught by his Junior Martial Uncle Mo Shenggu, and then framed by Chen Youliang, mistakenly killing his own relative.
From then on, he abandoned Wudang and embarked on a path of no return.
He was beguiled by Chen Youliang into joining the Beggar Gang, and even plotted to poison Zhang Sanfeng.
Ultimately, he became a lonely man, able to rely only on Zhou Zhiruo.
He was finally killed by Zhang Sanfeng himself with a single palm strike.
Not only was his own reputation ruined, but he also caused his father to lose the position of Sect Leader.
His entire life was ruined by lust, destroying his brilliant future.
Constantly trying to please others will ultimately not earn respect!
Who would have thought that he hadn't even met Zhou Zhiruo yet, but had instead fallen for Wanwan?
You're truly something, it's really you, Song Qingshu.
Wanwan naturally sensed Song Qingshu's intentions, but she never had any good feelings towards Song Qingshu.
That was because he had opposed Fahai from the start.
In Wanwan's eyes, there was only Fahai.
Whoever bothered Fahai, she would bother them.
It was that straightforward.
Fahai also sensed her emotions, smiled slightly, and a warmth spread in his heart.
Seeing this beautiful woman in front of him ignoring him, but always looking at that monk.
Song Qingshu also understood that it was because he had offended her earlier that she was displeased.
He looked at Fahai magnanimously and cupped his hands in apology.
"Little Master, I apologize for my earlier offense. It was Song Qingshu's fault, please don't take it to heart, Little Master."
"May I ask which temple Little Master is from?"
"Little Monk Fahai."
"What?!"
Hearing this name, Song Qingshu's face immediately changed.
Everyone else around them was also shocked!
Fahai?!
That master ranked tenth on the innate ranking?
That Demon Monk Fahai who defeated Murong Fu and destroyed the Qingcheng Sect?!
Song Qingshu stared at Fahai in front of him, his face full of disbelief.
He never expected that this young monk in front of him was actually Fahai, who had recently shaken the Jianghu.
He scrutinized Fahai, his expression gradually becoming solemn, and Battle Intent surged in his heart.
He didn't care about anything else.
Whether Fahai had killed people or not was irrelevant to him.
What he truly cared about was that Fahai had taken his tenth position on the innate ranking!
When he first heard about it, he was filled with indignation.
Now that he saw Fahai, it was a fated encounter.
He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and his expression was icy.
"Fahai, you're the one who stole my ranking!"
"I've long wanted to experience your skills!"
Fahai shrugged, looking helpless.
See, the simp's head has finally heated up.
