Chapter 724 New Identity

"Alas, it's been 666 times, but I still haven't found any clue... Huh..."

After kneeling for more than two hours, the teenager's legs were paralyzed, shaking his stiff neck lazily, and lying on the cool white jade altar on his back.

On the three sides of the altar, the plaques of the ancestors of the Jiang family are worshipped, many of which are famous figures, which are also the foundation of Jiang Wangqi's fame at home and abroad.

"Dear ancestors, why did you give me such an extraordinary talent for Go, but give me a body with a disordered meridians and me? However, the ten most important ' psychic caves' for the chess practitioner are all closed. Is it only suitable for me to live in the mortal world in my life?"

Wang Wujian pressed the heavy ancient book on his face until he was out of breath and pushed it away.

It is an ancient classic book called the Minor Collection, which records everything about the profession of chess master, including some strange physique.

Since Wang Wujian was determined that Ren Du's second vein was disordered and the ten " psychic caves" were all closed, he picked up the book and tried to find a special situation that matched him. However, in the past three years, he has broken the book, but he has never found any useful information.

In fact, Ren Du's disorder is not terrible. Physiologically speaking, it is a congenital yin and yang disorder, which can be perfectly reversed and repaired through the appropriate way.

But the ten psychic points are the foundation of the entry and progress of the chess master. When a person's spiritual power is enough, he can condense an aura mass, which can be attached to the acupuncture point, which is called the attachment. To become a chess master, the first acupuncture point to attach the element is ten psychic points.

Therefore, the ten acupuncture points are blocked, which means that he can't absorb Fuyuan, and he can't become a real chess master.

If the human body is like a game of chess, then the parents are the players who give birth to this game. Even the same player can't get out of the same game. Therefore, people's physique meridians are different. If you want to activate a person's dead hole, it is like cracking a game of dead chess. There are only two situations: or death. Chess solving work, or completely become a bad game.

This is also the reason why the Jiang family is so powerful that they can't activate Wang Wujian's dead hole. Instead of letting him risk his life ten times, it's better to let him live an ordinary life.

What's more, his talent for Go is absolutely rare in the world. Although he is only thirteen years old, his understanding of the Jiang family's famous "Longfu Liuhe Variant" is enough to compare with his parents.

"Damn, I don't believe that there is no master on 'Tiansheng Mountain' who can help me activate the psychic hole?" Wang Wujian suddenly made it, twisted two slender lying silkworm eyebrows, and stared at a pair of bright eyes. "I heard that Tiansheng Mountain came to Tianmang City to select disciples today. Why don't I have a try?"

Suddenly, he clapped his hands, got up, and happily knocked three times at the staggered hundreds of ancestral cards. Then he stood up and hurriedly exited the ancestral hall, running along the edededled road to the fighting field in the city.

The Tiansheng Mountain in his mouth is a place that specializes in teaching chess practice in China. In the eyes of ordinary people, being able to go up the mountain to practice is more honorable than being an official.

Becoming a chess master can not only be more powerful than ordinary people, but also prolong life, and even fly to a wonderful world.

Tiansheng Mountain will select disciples for cultivation in various places every three years. For thousands of years, countless legendary figures have been cultivated on the mountain.

However, the first iron rule for them to select disciples is that they are over 15 years old!

But Wang Wujian is only thirteen years old!

Due to today's special day, Tianmang City has long been overcrowded, especially on the main road leading to the chess field, which is full of traffic. Fortunately, Wang Wujian is small in size and squeezed through a gap.

The chess field is the main venue for holding various Go competitions. It is not strange to Wang Wujian. Now, at the age of 13, he has won the title of three youth chess contests here.

Although he can't become a chess master, being able to become a smart chess player can also be regarded as a compensation for his innate shortcomings. Otherwise, he, the only descendant of Jiangwang Chess House, would be ridiculous!

As in the past, a tall plaque stands in front of the main road leading to the field, on which the requirements for recruiting disciples are written: first, boys and girls who are over 15 years old can take care of themselves; second, after competition, those with high chess power go up the mountain, and those who have cultivated the aura group are preferred.

The former rule aims to warn those playboys who are lazy and can't endure hardships. The latter rule is due to the unwritten experience circulating in the chess world for thousands of years - the higher the person who is good at chess skills, the higher the talent for the art of practicing chess, so recruit a pair of Go. A child with half-knowledge is tantamount to stretching out his palm and patting his face.

Because there is only one enrollment in three years, all children of all ages in Shili Baxiang will come to have a try. Even if they can't enter Tiansheng Mountain for practice, it is not the dream of ordinary rural children to come to Tianmang City to experience the prosperity of the metropolis.

In the square outside the chess field, only a few long dragons are thrown out in an orderly manner, each of which is above a thousand people. The scorching sun makes people lose patience. But there is only one day to sign up. If you miss it, you have to wait for another three years. No matter which rich family you are, you also need to queue up in person.

"Damn, if you line up honestly, won't it be my turn when it's dark?"

Looking at several registration channels, Wang Wujian frowned, habitually touched the back of his head, patted it gently, and an idea flashed through his mind and swaggered towards the main road of the chess field.

Wherever he passed, he caused confusion among the people around him. What does this short man want to do? Cutting the queue in front of so many people?

Proudly straightened his chest, Wang Wujian maintained a calm smile and walked forward, ignoring countless strange, angry and jealous eyes.

"Next!" An impatient shout sounded on the ten-foot-high chess field.

It was a minor official responsible for registering his name, age and place of origin. After such a long time, he was a little dry.

At the front was a rustic country child. Hearing the shouting on the stage, the impatient black face immediately wrinkled in surprise.

Just as he was about to step up the steps, a figure grabbed him like a vigorous ape and quickly stepped on the bluestone steps.

He turned his head and showed a very domineering smile. Wang Wujian said, "Please wait a moment. I'll come first!"

The surprise on the dark child's face was immediately replaced by dark red anger, but he quickly restrained the fire pressure in his heart, because the clothes Wang Wujian wore represented his status.

It is a dark yellow tight suit, covered with slender gold wire interwoven checkerboard grids, with beautiful pictures as decoration, and the gold wire belt is inlaid with black and white crystals, which is not only expensive, but also more imposing.

More importantly, this suit is a chess suit specially worn by royal or noble chess players. People with no power are not qualified to wear it at all.

Seeing that the black teenager dared to be angry and dared not say anything, Wang Wujian smiled proudly and happily stepped on the chess field.

Low complaints and abuses sounded from the crowd behind, but those people were obviously not from Tianmang City, because Wang Wujian's hegemony and righteousness were as famous.

What is immoral and immoral? Go to hell at this time!

"Cough, what's your name..." The man asked lazily, inadvertently glanced at the applicant who was just half a head taller than a one-meter table. When he saw Wang Wujian, he suddenly shook his body and immediately became energetic.

Everyone knows that Wang Wujian is in Tianmang City, and the Jiang family has a deep relationship with the state government. As a minor official of the government office, doesn't he know Wang Wujian, the famous "Lai Pi"?

"I, Wang Wujian, today... er... this year, ten... fifteen years old!" Wang Wujian didn't wait for him to ask questions and said with a smile. His waist was straight, as if he were a decent little adult.

The little official who wrote wiped a sweat. Although there was a tent to block the scorching sun for him, the tent could not stop the little evil spirit in front of him. In addition to playing chess, bad things were also a strength. When he saw him, he felt that his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. His throat was like a layer of paper, and he coughed a few times before passing through.

"Master Wu Jian!" The little official pulled up the corners of his mouth and said with a dry smile.

The so-called Wu Jianye is Wang Wujian's nickname for himself, and it is also childish nonsense. Friends call it like this. Those who intend to tame or make friends with the Jiang family all call it to satisfy his vanity. How can this little official not know it?

Wang Wujian squeezed his dry red lips, raised his right eyebrows, and raised a signature smile.

"Master Wu Jian, you, you don't seem to be fifteen years old this year, do you?" The little official kept a smiling face and said helplessly, peeking at the young chess master sitting behind the left.

The man is wearing a light and thin long coat made of fine silk, which is very ventilated, but the price is very expensive. The light gray long coat is burly and powerful when he wears on his hardcover physique. He is just eighteen or nineteen years old, but like an ashes senior, he lies lazily on the chair of the master, with an arrogant face. It seemed that he was the only chess master in the world, squinting his eyes slightly, and sneering at Wang Wujian.

That man is naturally worshipped by all the boys and girls present. At least his profession is what everyone dreams of, and Wang Wujian is no exception, but his defiant appearance really makes Wang Wujian displeased.

"I said it, it's here, you register it, where does so much nonsense come from?" Wang Wujian glanced at him angrily and scolded him slightly threateningly.

The little official was stunned for a moment and squeezed out an embarrassed smile. The pen pinched a cold sweat in his hand, but he didn't know what to do.

Although he is only a writer, his responsibility is not small. After registering here, the other side needs to check the official letter of the local government for the birth. After this step of confirmation, he can enter the chess test, and then pass the handsome election, admit a certain number of disciples, and finally sign a document with his parents. I can officially go up the mountain.