Chapter 301 of The Bus Fantasy Magic Beast Taming Game: Beat You Until You Subdue Me

Someone in the crowd sneered, "You want to save face but suffer in vain. This is an unsolvable game, but you insist on holding on, leaving Master waiting on the side."

At this point, they had already seen that according to White's current solution, there was no chance of winning. No, or rather, this was an unsolvable chess game.

Mo Zihao said nothing, but just looked down at the chessboard solemnly.

He had seen Shi Yan's games and understood Shi Yan's chess ability, although it was impossible for him to be as good as his teacher's. However, he believed that Shi Yan had the possibility of solving the game, although the possibility was not high. At this moment, he became more and more dissatisfied with the group of chess generals behind him. If Shi Yan had a chance to solve the endgame, and these chess generals behind him, including Yue Shuangxuan, would never be able to solve it in their lifetime, he began to understand what Shi Yan meant when he said he wanted to replace Yue Shuangxuan. These people were really insulting the way of chess.

When he finished watching Shi Yan's moves, he was slightly surprised. He had played this endgame before, but he could only make seven moves before he could not make any more moves. However, Shi Yan made twelve moves! And there was a trend of forming a whole.

The slovenly old man in yellow was even more stunned, frowning as he looked at the chessboard. He didn't think Shi Yan could solve this chess game. He had been sitting here for fifty years, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to solve the chess game. According to Shi Yan's method, this game was unsolvable, but he didn't expect that Shi Yan would still insist on playing. Didn't he see that this was a waste of time? In his opinion, even if you can see that this is a chess game, it is extremely rude to waste time by burying your head and not listening to advice.

"Old man, can you please hurry up? I'm in a hurry!" Shi Yan said impatiently when he saw the sloppy old man in yellow clothes not making a move for a long time.

Although the sloppy old man in yellow was called a sloppy madman, he was actually the master of the previous generation of the Mo family chess house, and also the master of Mo Zihao, a five-star chess general. Even the head of the Mo family had to be respectful when he saw him. How could he be as rude as this young boy? For him, he could ignore external rudeness, but he could not ignore rudeness in the way of chess. Since he felt that the other party was rude, he was naturally a little angry. With a slightly cold face, he patted off a fallen leaf of the ancient tree and picked up a black chess piece from the jar and placed it on the chessboard.

The chess masters in the Mo Family Chess House had never expected that Shi Yan would be so ignorant and waste everyone's time. They couldn't help but shake their heads repeatedly and said angrily, "Do you really think you can win?"

Shi Yan seemed not to hear and didn't even look at him.

The man's face turned pale and he was extremely angry.

The sloppy old man in yellow made a black move, and Shi Yan didn't even have time to think before making another move. This made Mo Zihao, who believed in Shi Yan, start to think that Shi Yan was just joking around and stalling for time. Who would make a move without even thinking?

However, when he saw the position where the white chess piece fell, he felt a little stern for no reason. He suddenly found that the movement of the white chess piece was like a calm sea, which suddenly caused a ripple.

The sloppy old man placed another piece, taking out a large white piece, and suddenly there was an empty space on the chessboard.

But Shi Yan seemed to understand nothing, and then he placed a chess piece from his right in the center of the board, as if a strong wind was blowing in the sky, creating huge waves in the sky.

The slovenly old man in yellow frowned slightly. Shi Yan's moves were completely different from what he had studied so hard. The scattered sharp arrows formed by the white pieces on the chessboard seemed scattered and invisible, but they were hidden and dangerous. Especially the one in the middle, it was like a king calling on his generals to fall to the ground, and it echoed with the scattered white pieces around it.

This white chess piece caught him off guard, so he was silent for a while before placing the black piece.

Just as his old fingers had just left the surface of the black chess piece, Shi Yan dropped another white chess piece onto the board, as if there was no pause in between.

But the sloppy old man in yellow clothes was not as angry as before. His heart inexplicably calmed down and he looked at the chessboard with a frown.

Mo Zihao frowned more and more often, and his frown became deeper and deeper - a gust of wind blew, and suddenly he had the illusion that a storm was coming.

Behind him, the noise of the chess players in the chess house became quieter and quieter, and their faces became more and more solemn.

Especially Yue Shuangxuan, others could not feel it, but he could already feel a killing momentum spreading over the chessboard. His face looked a little ugly, could this really be a dead end?

He remembered that Mo Zihao had asked him to come here to play chess with this sloppy old lunatic. He took one look at it and thought he was playing a joke on him, so he walked away. But now someone actually made this chess game come alive. Compared to him back then, this was like a heavy slap in the face.

The expression of the sloppy old man in yellow clothes became more solemn than ever before, and a few beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.

The hand that took the chess piece began to tremble slightly. It was not because of nervousness, but because of excitement.

For fifty years, a full fifty years, he had never been so close to victory, as if a vast gate had opened before him.

The white pieces fell one by one on the chessboard like a storm. The king reorganized his troops, finally formed an army, and began a fierce counterattack.

The black pieces were unable to resist and were quickly defeated in the face of the violent attack. What was even more frightening was that they did not even have a chance to make amends!

The fishy and salty sea breeze blew by, the huge old trees made a rustling sound, and a few dead leaves fell. The clouds dispersed, and a few rays of sunlight fell down, landing on the chessboard, falling between black and white.

"Pah! Pah!" A few drops of clear liquid suddenly fell on the chessboard, dazzling in the sunlight.

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw the slovenly old man in yellow clothes crying. Tears as big as beans rolled down one by one, flowing down the wrinkles on his dry face and falling on the chessboard.

"This..." Shi Yan was puzzled.

Mo Zihao patted his shoulder and sighed, "You did a good job. Let him be alone for a while."

Shi Yan followed Mo Zihao away. The old man's crying sound could be heard behind him. From the initial sobs to the subsequent loud howling, it was as if he wanted to shed all the tears he hadn't shed for decades at once.

This seemingly crazy old man must have a deep story hidden in his heart.

Amid the old man's howling, Shi Yan stepped into the main hall of the Mo family chess house, which was second only to the main hall of the Mo family.

Looking at the burly black hall, Shi Yanzhong breathed a sigh of relief. They had finally arrived here.

Through the window of the hall, a hall that was half visible and half invisible came into view among the mountains hidden in the clouds.

"That is the main hall of my Mohist school. The ancestors of the Mohist school did not give this hall a name, so we all call it the Nameless Hall." Mo Zihao explained.

"Nameless Palace?"

"That's right, nameless." Mo Zihao sighed, "It also means that we should abandon fame and fortune, but unfortunately people have different ideas. Some people think of being nameless, which is an extreme, while some people yearn for the other extreme."

"Is it against our ancestors' teachings? Isn't there anyone who objects?"

"How can we tell right from wrong? We, as retainers, don't need to think about these things. As long as the family needs us, we should step up without hesitation." Mo Zihao looked at Shi Yan and suddenly smiled, "Of course, you can be an exception."

Shi Yan was a little surprised, "Why?"

"Because you are my Mo family's guest official." Mo Zihao said with a smile: "Besides, today you have fulfilled my master's fifty-year-long wish. Naturally, no one dares to force you to do anything."

Shi Yan was shocked. That old man turned out to be Mo Zihao's master?

Seeing Shi Yan's surprised look, Mo Zihao smiled and said, "Not many people know about this matter, but it doesn't need too many people to know. As long as the top people know, it's fine. Back then, my master was the chief chess player of the Mo family. He had stopped many powerful forces that wanted to annex the Mo family. At the same time, he was also the younger brother of the previous generation of the family master, and his status in the Mo family was extraordinary. You helped him fulfill a wish today, so you naturally won his favor. To be honest, I envy you a little bit."

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Mo Zihao patted Shi Yan's shoulder and asked Shi Yan to sit to his right.

That position originally belonged to Yue Shuangxuan.

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the hall.

Mo Zihao raised his hands. Everyone looked at him quietly and respectfully called him "Master".

Mo Zihao was very excited. He didn't care about the formalities. He waved his hand casually and said, "Everyone please sit down. I have something to tell you."

Everyone found their seats and sat down, only Yue Shuangxuan stood there awkwardly, because he was sitting right under Shi Yan's butt.

As if he hadn't seen this scene, Mo Zihao pointed at Shi Yan and introduced him, "This is Xu Yan. He will be a guest official of my Mo family in the future."

As a guest official, one can enjoy all the rights that all important figures can enjoy, and can also refuse all unwilling requests. His status can be said to be transcendent.

Originally, they thought that the new chess general was at most the same as them, a disciple of the Mohist School, and the most powerful one could only compete with Yue Shuangxuan for the position of the eldest senior brother. Who would have thought that once he entered the Mohist School, his status was almost the same as that of his own master.

Compared with others, it's not even on the same level.

Many people who were not kind to the current remarks suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

The most embarrassed person was Yue Shuangxuan. When he heard that Xu Yan had defeated Mo Luoli, he just laughed it off. But when he heard that he had defeated Mo Luoli in just ten minutes, he began to feel a sense of crisis, so he instinctively felt a little disgusted with him. As the eldest brother of the Mo family chess house, he naturally had more connections than the newcomer. Even if the other party really replaced him, he was confident that he could take it back and then step on his face.

Who would have thought that the other party was so superior to him that he couldn't even reach him.

Could it be that I am really not as good as Xu Yan?

Yue Shuangxuan had never seen it with his own eyes, and he was quite dissatisfied.

He jumped out, looked at Mo Zihao, and said, "I don't agree. I'm afraid he is too young to take on such a heavy responsibility."

Mo Zihao already knew that his eldest disciple would come out to cause trouble, so he frowned and asked, "Are you dissatisfied?"

"Disciple is indeed not convinced!" Yue Shuangxuan was proud and arrogant, and did not show much respect to Mo Zihao.

"Not convinced? If you're not convinced, I can beat you until you admit it!" Shi Yan said.