Although Tianzhao Temple is a temple literally, it is actually the most famous chess academy in the Tang Ling Empire and even the entire Dongzhou Continent. In this era when chess players were dominating the world, as the National Chess Academic Academy that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Tang Ling Empire, Tianzhao Temple is not only famous, but also has authority and strength that outsiders can imagine.

As we all know, a chess player who specializes in spiritual power can use his magic chess soldiers to fight against a whole army with fully equipped equipment; a chess player who specializes in coordinating power is a powerful general who is willing to be a marquis and generals in the world. And in the small Tianzhao Temple, there are thirty-nine chess players above the seventh level. Their existence not only shines the entire Tianzhao Temple, but also makes the Tang Ling Empire a well-deserved first power in the entire eastern continent.

But today, Liu Hanfeng, a seventh-level Jingwei chessman, one of the three acting ministers of Tianzhao Temple, looked at the white paper in his hand with a serious expression. After a long time, Liu Hanfeng put down the white paper and looked at the young man standing in front of him, asking, "Rongye, have you really decided?"

At this time, the one standing in front of Liu Hanfeng was Nalan Rongye, a third-level fighting chess player who was defeated by Xingluo the day before yesterday. After listening to Liu Hanfeng's question, Nalan Rongye nodded cautiously but said nothing. This made Liu Hanfeng sigh: "Just for the game that lost to Xingluo the day before yesterday? Rongye, you are already a third-level chess player, you must know that as a chess player, you should trust, advance, think, concentration, and wisdom. For the sake of a victory or defeat, you have to give up your hard work for more than ten years. Rongye, your concentration is not enough!"

"Master, Rongye knows that not only does he have insufficient concentration, but other things such as mental power and wisdom power are just unsatisfactory." After a pause, he looked up at Liu Hanfeng in front of the hall. Nalan Rongye knelt on the ground with a quiet expression and gave a big gift: "Rongye is just a piece of rotten wood. He knows that he can't bear the master's painstaking teaching. Today, he voluntarily resigns from the title of third-level fighting chess player. For six years, thanks to Master for his careful care. Rongye is deeply moved and dares to forget it!"

But it turns out that this seventh-level Jingwei Chessman Liu Hanfeng is not only one of the acting ministers of Tianzhao Temple, but also Nalan Rongye's master.

Six years ago, when Liu Hanfeng returned to Qiulian City, a small town in southern Sichuan to visit relatives, he happened to see Nalan Rongye playing chess with a first-level Dingchen chess player. At that time, Nalan Rongye was only twelve years old but was already a chess player. After some battle, this young boy who had not yet entered the section actually killed that first-level chess player without leaving any armor. Nalan Rongye's appearance made Liu Hanfeng's eyes lit up. Later, Liu Hanfeng took the initiative to come to Nalan Rongye's home and begged Nalan Rongye's parents to allow him to teach the child's chess skills. The Nalan family was not well-off. At that time, when he heard that someone was willing to teach his son to play chess for free, Nalan Rongye's father was also very happy. After all, in the entire empire, being able to become a chess player would be equivalent to getting rid of his poor family and becoming a superior person.

After that, Liu Hanfeng extended the holiday that was originally scheduled to be only three months to one year. This is not to say that Nalan Rongye was stupid and unable to understand his professor. On the contrary, as the teaching deepened, Liu Hanfeng was increasingly shocked by the talent shown by Nalan Rongye. As he learned from each other, Liu Hanfeng discovered that he had broken through the bottleneck that had plagued him for two years.

A year later, because he wanted to participate in the "Eighth-level Hongyu" promotion battle held in Huayan City, the capital, Liu Hanfeng had to leave the town. In other words, less than three months after he left, Nalan Rongye was admitted to become a first-level Dingchen chess player at the age of thirteen. After being promoted to a third-level fighting chess player before the New Year, Nalan Rongye came to Tianzhao Temple under Liu Hanfeng's ardent expectations.

"Rongye, your qualifications are indeed unprecedented for your master. Isn't this a proof of being able to enter Tianzhao Temple after only four years?"

"But in the year I entered Tianzhao Temple, I have made no progress at all. Even when I touched the chess pieces privately these days, I felt a little overwhelmed." Seeing Liu Hanfeng standing up while speaking, Nalan Rongye followed the former to the courtyard outside. After the master and apprentice were silent for a moment, Liu Hanfeng tried to persuade again: "It's because of Xingluo, right? Rongye, can't you think he doesn't exist?"

"..., no! Master, even if I don't pay attention to him, even if I hide from him all day long, whenever I see a chessboard and pick up the chess piece, he will appear in my heart. His voice surrounds me, and his eyes are staring at me. I'm afraid that if I stay in Tianzhao Temple again, I'll probably go crazy!" With the sad words, a strong sorrow flashed on Nalan Rongye's handsome cheek. As he spoke, he saw the young third-level chess player kneeling on the ground and crying: "Master, I'm sorry..."

"Ah! I must be sorry for you..." Liu Hanfeng reached out to help his favorite student, and he was both loving and regretful and blaming himself: "If I hadn't brought you into the chess path back then, maybe you would have only regarded chess as a pastime; if you didn't come to Tianzhao Temple, although life was difficult, there would definitely be no such distress as you are now; if there was no his existence... Alas! Rongye, where do you want to go after leaving Tianzhao Temple?"

"I...I don't know!" As he spoke, Nalan Rongye lowered his head guiltily again. He knew more than anyone's eager expectations of his parents' betting on him, so if he really had to leave Tianzhao Temple, he could not return to Qiulian City rashly. Obviously, Liu Hanfeng also guessed Nalan Rongye's thoughts. After seeing the seventh-level chess player sigh again, he patted Nalan Rongye's shoulder and said lightly: "I have a close friend who opened a chess store in Huayan City that specializes in selling chess pieces, chess boards and other utensils. If you want, I will introduce you to his place to help first? He will always give you some wages without any good food and clothing."

"Thank you, Master!" Nalan Rongye said, and had fallen to the ground again.

"Oh! Get up... go pack up, come to me later to handle the procedures for leaving the chess academy and... and the proof of giving up the identity of the chess player..." After saying this, seeing Nalan Rongye stand up and give up the big gift to him, he turned around and left silently. Liu Hanfeng looked at the thin and thin body tightly, and couldn't help but feel disappointed and angry for a moment.

After standing alone in the courtyard for a long time, Liu Hanfeng lifted up his robe with a muffled groan and rushed out of the yard, heading straight to the Lunar Palace where the Tianzhao Temple Minister was.

Along the way, the same voice kept echoing under Liu Hanfeng's blue face: Whether it was for Rongye or the entire Tianzhao Temple, it was time to make a break!
Chapter completed!