Chapter 12: Master Jiumen Lost! The Minister's Pawn!

"At that time in Yangcheng, there was a Chess Sage, invited by a certain military officer from Old Changsha to come to Changsha for a chess match."

"In those years, in Old Changsha, there were two people who played Chinese chess well."

As Zhang Lin said this, a look of reminiscence appeared on Old Madam Huo's face.

Wu Tianzhen in the other private box said directly: "Among these two people, there must be my Second Uncle."

Fatty heard this and said with a look of surprise: "Your Second Uncle is also in this story?"

Wu Tianzhen rolled his eyes and said irritably: "I mean, among the two people Mr. Zhang mentioned, one of them must be my Second Uncle."

"As for whether my Second Uncle actually took part, I wouldn't know."

Sure enough, Wu Tianzhen had just finished speaking.

When he heard Zhang Lin say: "Among these two, one was a junior of the Wu family of Pingsan Sect — that will be discussed later."

"The other was Chess-Omniscient Master Jiumen."

"It's just that Master Jiumen's chess style was exactly the opposite of that Wu family junior's."

"The Wu family excelled at breaking the game, while Master Jiumen excelled at setting the game!"

"These two styles — it's hard to say which is more formidable; each has its own merits."

"At the time, Master Jiumen accepted this chess match, but he didn't like to show himself in person, directing things only from behind the scenes."

Hearing this, Fatty nudged Tianzhen with his elbow.

He said excitedly: "Hey, it really is someone from your Wu family!"

Wu Tianzhen said directly: "Don't interrupt, keep listening!"

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At this moment, everyone below the stage was listening with great interest.

Although what Zhang Lin was telling was also an old tale from the Republic of China Era, similar in style to ordinary legendary stories.

The stories of Laojiu Sect, however, had a different air about them!

After all, these were the mysterious tomb-raiding houses; there wasn't an ordinary person in this world who wasn't interested in them!

Sanqing Garden had a rule — no video recording or filming allowed.

But still, some people couldn't resist taking out their devices to record the footage of Zhang Lin's storytelling.

The waiters at Sanqing Garden were also listening with such enthusiasm that they had no time to bother with these people anymore.

"This Yangcheng Chess Sage had a signature skill — one man against eight games!"

"That is, one person could play against eight people simultaneously."

"Master Jiumen accepted one of those eight games."

"According to that Changsha military officer's intention, winning even one game would count as saving face."

"Because after this Chess Sage arrived, he had already played against many chess players, and none of them were his match."

"Everyone placed their final hope on Master Jiumen!"

Hearing this, the people below could no longer contain themselves and began to discuss.

"Huh? Mr. Zhang built up so much, saying how formidable Master Jiumen was at chess, and he only accepted one out of eight games?"

"I also feel it doesn't live up to the reputation — I thought we'd get to see the ultimate showdown!"

"Sigh, actually there's nothing much to listen to in a chess match story — what flowers could possibly bloom from it?"

"Let's keep listening. Mr. Zhang's storytelling is different from others; maybe he really can make one chess game sound thrilling?"

Zhang Lin glanced at the reaction of the people below, and a faint smile crossed his heart.