Chapter 78: Qimen Chess Game
No one expected that Song Qingwan would create such an exciting scene without even saying hello. The atmosphere on the scene became joyful with the sound of cheerful music, causing the audience to applaud and cheer.

Xie Qingcheng's face turned dark. He took the initiative without saying a word. Did you know that this was a foul?
He followed closely, infusing his bony and slender fingers with internal strength, and then jumped nimbly on the strings. The next moment, the melodious and captivating sound of the piano surged into people's hearts.

If the sound of suona is cheerful, then the sound of piano is particularly comfortable and enjoyable, yet also a bit sharp, which soon drowns out Song Qingwan's suona sound.

Xie Qingcheng raised the corners of his mouth with pride. Song Qingwan did indeed amaze him, but she was still a little lacking in comparison to his skills.

Everyone at the scene also felt it, but seeing that Song Qingwan looked calm, they were looking forward to her continuing to catch up. People actually believed that she could do it.

But who would have thought that Song Qingwan's passionate drumbeats stopped, and even the sound of the suona turned into a soft tone, and gradually became sad.

Only then did people realize that the sound of suona could be as delicate as spring rain, silently moistening everyone's hearts, like the gurgling of daily water, full of the fireworks of human life.

The sad and low sound of the suona continues amid the melodious piano sounds, just like the sad separations and many helplessness encountered in life.

For a moment, people recalled the hardships in their lives and couldn't help but have tears in their eyes. Some women even started crying, like the older sister before, who even cried out loudly.

This time, Song Qingwan won. Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth and had to lower the pitch of his piano, otherwise his piano sound would seem even more out of place and he would lose even faster.

But when the piano music slowed down, Song Qingwan's suona sound suddenly became passionate and joyful, and the drum sound gradually rose, just like a harvest and success after hard work, filling people's hearts with joy and satisfaction.

Suddenly everyone felt that it was worthwhile to come to the world. This was probably the meaning of their existence. Thinking of their own achievements, many people showed proud expressions on their faces.

Xie Qingcheng was tricked by Song Qingwan again for a while. He felt like he was fighting with a ball of cotton, feeling weak and helpless.

He was really amused by this. It was the first time that his specialty, which he was so proud of, became someone else's entertainment, and he was being played around with like a joke.

He should have thought earlier that the girl that guy liked could not be a simple character.
Xie Qingcheng stopped struggling and simply joined in Song Qingwan's music, adding to her melody and making it into a chorus, which added a lot of brilliance.

For a moment, the scene was immersed in the wonderful music, intoxicating everyone present.

Seeing this, Song Qingwan knew that Xie Qingcheng had admitted defeat, and she immediately smiled with curved eyebrows, obviously very happy. However, she did not stop, but played out all seven emotions of human joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, fear, and shock.

Only then did they stop the music with a sense of unfulfilled desire, while most of the people around were made to cry and laugh like crazy, immersed in the music for a long time and unable to recover.

Xie Qingcheng followed her with great pleasure. He had to admit that Song Qingwan's music was full of connotation and profound meaning, and it was all-encompassing. He was finally convinced, so he admitted defeat very happily, "You win."

"Thank you." Song Qingwan bowed and put the suona and drums back to their original places.

It was not until this moment that the audience came to their senses, and thunderous applause broke out.

"Won! Ah!! My sister won! Did you see that? My sister won." The eldest sister was more excited than Song Qingwan herself.

Even someone as calm as Song Xiaoliu had a look of pride in his eyes, because that was his sister!

On the stage, Song Qingwan has reached the second level of chess.

The one who set up the formation was a one-eyed old man in his fifties named Situ Boliang.

At this time, Situ Boliang was resting with his eyes closed, seemingly unaffected by the noisy environment around him, and a chessboard had already been set up on the table in front of him. Song Qingwan took a glance and could tell that this was a dead end set up using Qimen Dunjia, and her task was to revive the dead end so that both sides could proceed to the next step of the fight.

What a coincidence, when fighting zombies in the apocalypse, in addition to strength and equipment, the most important thing is to practice Qimen Dunjia, which is also a specialty of humans that distinguishes them from zombies.

Qi Men Dun Jia is based on the I Ching Bagua, combining astrology and calendar, astronomy and geography, the Eight Gates and Nine Stars, Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, the Three Wonders and Six Instruments and other elements.

He is the master of predictive science, which has been known as imperial science since ancient times.

Politicians and military strategists of all dynasties have used Qi Men Dun for analysis, coordination, and decision-making. It is the secret recipe for winning by seizing opportunities, seeking benefits and avoiding harm.

Modern entrepreneurs also often use it in business development, operation, and management to achieve extraordinary careers.

Song Qingwan had used the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams to trick many groups of zombies.

Seeing this familiar knowledge again now makes her feel very familiar, but the Qimen Dunjia of the end times is somewhat different from that of ancient times.

She always likes to be straightforward, and she would just do it right away with murderous intent; but the ancients were obviously much more reserved, and they all used gentle means to kill people without shedding blood, but there was also a trap at every step, and people could fall into it if they were not careful.

Song Qingwan observed and calculated for a while before moving one black and one white chess piece, which instantly made the originally lifeless chess game come alive.

"Sir please."

Situ Boliang suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the chessboard was full of vitality. Could it be that the man told her the method?

He remained calm at first and moved the black piece first, which suddenly caused the originally promising chess game to erupt into a crisis, like the oppressive feeling that arises when a storm is about to come.

It can be seen that Situ Boliang showed no mercy and designed a trap from the beginning to lure the little white rabbit into it.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Qingwan didn't follow his ideas at all, but came directly from another direction to fight.

Situ Boliang's heart skipped a beat. How could such a young girl be so murderous? And she was too impatient.

So he slowly returned to defend, but Song Qingwan simply gave up holding her position and started killing indiscriminately in other places.

Situ Boliang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Do you know how to do it?" It made people feel anxious for her. She had no moves or techniques. The formation was not a formation, and the hexagrams were not hexagrams. Even a three-year-old child was better than her.

Song Qingwan expressed her innocence, "I didn't break the rules, and I didn't lose." First they killed, then gathered them together and shot them in the head. Soon there would be a bloody scene of dead and wounded, and the old man seemed to have not noticed anything.

Situ Boliang choked, frowned and looked at it. He really didn't lose. He looked at the whole chess game again suspiciously, but still didn't see any battle situation coming.

Maybe she really wouldn't do that, which was so boring, so he killed Song Qingwan casually.

At this moment, Song Qingwan's eyes lit up, and she quickly moved her white piece, which decided the outcome. "You lose, thank you!"

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