Confucian and Taoist scholar

Fan Qianfeng looked at Du Ning and said: "Although it is not possible to prove whether these theories of yours are true, they are indeed worth learning from for the theory of heaven and earth. If what you say is correct, it will be the greatest theory of the current era.

Discover, you will have great achievements in the literary world, and you will have passed this level."

"Thank you Fan Sheng." Du Ning bowed to express his thanks.

"Next is the ninth level."

Fan Qianfeng waved his hand, and a stone table appeared in front of the two of them. There was a chessboard on the table and two boxes of black and white chess pieces in the middle.

Du Ning wondered in his mind, could the ninth test be to play Go with Fan Qianfeng?

No way? The person opposite is a semi-saint!

"Please."

Fan Qianfeng motioned for Du Ning to sit opposite.

"Students are rude."

Du Ning felt uneasy, but he did not dare to disobey the semi-saint's order. After bowing, he sat down opposite Fan Qianfeng.

"You go first with black." Fan Qianfeng said with a smile.

"Then you're welcome, student." Du Ning looked at the chessboard.

In ancient times, Go was a block chess game. At the beginning of the game, chess pieces were placed on the four star positions of east, south, west, and north, and the black and white chess pieces crossed each other.

When he was on Blue Star, Du Ning had read many ancient records and knew the layout of chess very well, and he usually saw the most flying ones.

The more drastic change of the formula is "Shuangfeiyan". No matter whether it is the first move or the second move, if you are not careful, you may get into trouble, so Duning will not use too radical a formula.

What's more, the opponent is still a semi-saint.

Du Ning took a deep breath, and in his first move, the black piece flew into the corner. While attacking the corner, he also had the back-up move of "making two and breaking three".

Fan Qianfeng calmly blocked the black chess piece with Ying Xiaojian. When the black chess piece was set, he made up the chess piece in his other flying position to expand the real space.

Go pays attention to the first move. As long as you win this "first move", you can bring the battle to your own rhythm.

If you are led by the other party, you will easily be at a loss and lose the overall situation in the end.

There is a saying in the game of Go called "Golden Corner, Silver Edge, Grass Belly", which means that at the beginning, you first fight for the corners to occupy the ground, and then occupy the side roads to expand the territory. The middle area has no edges during the layout, and the corners are of great value.

Both sides were very stable during the layout period. It seemed calm, but in fact there was a hidden undercurrent and the undercurrent was still there.

Playing chess with a semi-saint, even if the opponent is just the incarnation of a holy thought, it will put a huge pressure on Du Ning's psychology.

This is the reverence for the semi-saint that comes from the heart.

Du Ning's hand that raised the chess piece couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Wen Dan moved slightly, generating a strange force that helped Du Ning eliminate this negative emotion.

The chess pieces fall on the chessboard and make a clear sound.

Fan Qianfeng suddenly smiled and launched a fierce attack on Du Ning's open space.

Du Ning calmly parried, but soon fell into the trap designed by Fan Qianfeng, appearing very passive.

As time passed, hot sweat broke out on Du Ning's forehead and his breathing became rapid.

Fan Qianfeng's chess skills are really great. Every move he makes is sonorous and powerful, pressing Du Ning step by step.

Even though Du Ning took prudent measures, Fan Qianfeng was still brought into the rhythm of his chess game.

"I can't beat the Half-Saint. The Half-Saint's mental arithmetic ability is far better than that of ordinary people. Even if the national Go player from Blue Star traveled through time, it would be impossible to beat him."

Du Ning can completely predict the result of his failure. With his Confucianism and Taoism, coupled with the many chess records he has read in the literary palace, he can be regarded as a master among his peers.

But how can the vision of a semi-saint be comparable to that of others?

In Go, you not only need to have the first move, but you also need to have foresight, plan every step, and know yourself and the enemy.

"I will definitely lose when I play chess like this. It's not shameful to lose to a Half Saint, but I will always feel a little unwilling and frustrated in my heart because my chess is suppressed to death, and it looks particularly uncomfortable. Is this just what people often do?

You mean 'the authorities are fans'?"

Even if Du Ning has strong literary courage, once he is trapped in a situation, it will be difficult to extricate himself.

"Thump thump..."

Du Ning could hear his heart beating rapidly.

"Not good!"

Du Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he felt that his literary courage instantly became fragile, like a piece of thin paper that could be pierced with just a light poke.

"This..."

Du Ning was hesitant and his eyes were filled with confusion.

Looking at the game in front of me, I am very confused.

At this moment, Du Ning felt more confused than ever, not knowing where to make this move.

"What should I do...how should I respond?"

"I'm destined to lose...I can't win over Half-Saint."

"But I'm not willing to stop here... and I'm very dissatisfied..."

"It's an unfair match to bully me and others with the dignity of a semi-saint!"

Du Ning roared filial piety in his heart, stared at the chess game, gritted his teeth, and gradually lost himself.

Fan Qianfeng glanced at Du Ning and sighed.

"What a pity..."

Fan Qianfeng waited quietly for Du Ning to surrender.

The next moment, a majestic voice exploded in my mind.

"If you stick to the green mountains and don't let go, your roots will remain in the broken rocks!"

Du Ning suddenly opened his eyes. This voice seemed to be his own, but it sounded full of determination and momentum. It was the loudest voice in the world.

The "Bamboo and Stone" in the Wen Palace bloomed, suddenly pulling Du Ning's mind back from the chess game.

"Still strong after countless hardships, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south!"

After the voice recited "Bamboo and Stone", Du Ning's eyes gradually became clearer and his mood stabilized.

"Huh...huh..."

Du Ning took a few deep breaths, looked at the chessboard again, and recalled every step of the game from beginning to end.

At this moment, Du Ning put himself into Fan Qianfeng's chess moves and suddenly realized.

"That's it! I can't win the Half-Saint's chess game, but I can take this opportunity to learn from the Half-Saint, understand the vision of being a Half-Saint, and integrate it into my own Confucianism."

"This is the true meaning of the ninth level!"

At this moment, Du Ning finally understood the chess game a little, and his eyes were no longer confused. He made a forceful move with a "bang" sound. In an instant, Wen Dan became impregnable again, forming a force to confront the semi-saint.

"Huh?"

Fan Qianfeng's expression changed slightly, "Trying to use it?"

"Good move."

Fan Qianfeng showed approval. This was because he was faced with multiple proactive choices, but no matter which choice he made, he would be targeted by the opponent.

If you make a move first, you can respond calmly later.

It seems to be idle, but in fact it is retreating to advance, and "last" to "first".

Fan Qianfeng took the initiative to attack Du Ning's position, and Du Ning responded with backhand. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he still did not lose his sense of proportion.

"His condition has become different from before."

Fan Qianfeng observed Du Ning's expression and found that Du Ning was no longer confused. Every step he took was very determined. Even in adversity, Du Ning was calm and unhurried.

"Take off your boots? Good move!"

Du Ning suddenly exclaimed and found that Fan Qianfeng's "big dragon" was surrounded by a "big dragon". If he were to beat and eat the grapes, due to the breakpoint formed behind the grapes, Fan Qianfeng would use it to beat him and be eaten.

The opponent's capture of the piece results in "taking off the boot".

"Wonderful! There is actually this chess move..."

Not only was Du Ning not frustrated, but he was happy because he saw Fan Qianfeng's chess moves.

This is learning!

Du Ning continued to play chess, knowing that the situation was over, but he still entered the final stage.

At the end of the game, Fan Qianfeng defeated Du Ning by more than fifty pieces and won.

"Student Xie Fansheng for his advice."

Du Ning stood up and bowed to Fan Qianfeng, feeling sincerely convinced.

"You are clearly at a disadvantage and know you will lose to me, so why do you persist until the end?" Fan Qianfeng asked.

"Students know that they are not Fan Sheng's opponent, but it is rare to play against a half-sage, and it is also a great opportunity to learn from a saint. Although they will feel unwilling to lose, if they can learn something from you, students will not feel uncomfortable even if they lose.

Regret."

Du Ning answered like this. If he didn't have the purpose of learning, he might really be tempted to surrender.

If you lose but get nothing, then isn’t the game in vain?

Learning is the ladder of progress for scholars, but temporary victory or defeat may not necessarily lead to growth.

Fan Qianfeng nodded with satisfaction: "Winning or losing is a common thing for military strategists, but even so, once a scholar is in the game, he will lose his way and easily shake his literary courage. You can wake up to the chess game in the middle, strengthen your literary courage, and not be discouraged by defeat, and learn from it,

It is really rare for you to gain greater rewards, you have passed the level."

"Thank you Fan Sheng."

Du Ning has a lingering heart. If his "Bamboo Stone" hadn't awakened him, I'm afraid his literary courage would have cracked and he would never have passed the ninth level.

Thinking of this, Du Ning felt a chill running down his back.

This level is not a test of Go, but a test of character.

Scholars should cultivate their moral character. Once they are deeply involved in the situation, they must jump out in time and look at the overall situation from the perspective of a bystander, so that they can discover things that insiders cannot discover.

Scholars who lose themselves will only lose more miserably once they are affected by the mentality of winning. In the end, not only will they gain nothing, but they will also have problems with their literary courage.

When Du Ning thought about it carefully, he felt that he was a very lucky person.

Playing chess with a saint is really thrilling.

"If you can pass the last level, I will give you the treasure to sharpen your sword."

After Fan Qianfeng finished speaking, his body collapsed and his energy dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding environment changed.

A canyon appeared in front of me.

"The tenth level, crossing the canyon!"

Du Ning looked forward and stepped into it.

The canyon is winding and winding, and I don’t know where it leads.

Clouds and mist emerged in front, and a large group of figures could be seen.

After the clouds and mist subsided, monsters with strong bodies and heads of various animals, armed with sharp weapons, surged toward Duning from all directions.

"Kill him!"

"Go!"

Hundreds of monsters rushed down, and the sound of killing was loud.

"It seems that this last level is a test of the literary battle."

Du Ning was fearless and mobilized his talent and strength to form swords, spears, swords and halberds to kill the monsters on the opposite side.

"Boom!"

In an instant, light burst out and made a fierce explosion.

Many monsters were killed by the power of talent, with blood flowing out and a disgusting smell coming from them.

"There can't be monsters in the semi-sacred literary world, but this thing is so realistic, it's like a one-to-one simulation of a battle with monsters."

Du Ning used his talent to block the odor and continued to walk forward.

More and more monsters were being killed. Du Ning kept attacking with his talent and power, but still couldn't kill them all.

"I have to speed up and pass quickly. My mission is to pass through the canyon, not to kill all the monsters here."

Thinking of this, Du Ning mobilized his courage to protect himself and ran forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As he rushed, Du Ning knocked the monsters away and fought his way into the group of monsters.

The talent in his body was quickly depleted, but Du Ning couldn't take care of that much and had to pass through the canyon as soon as possible.

Duning moved forward, fighting against monsters.

Half an hour later, the end point was still not in sight.

"When will it be the end?"

Du Ning looked ahead, but still didn't see the beginning of the canyon.

"Am I lost?"

Du Ning couldn't help but become suspicious, but there was only one road in the canyon, so it was impossible to get lost.

"Is this the Half-Saint training me and wanting to know my limits?"

Du Ning gritted his teeth and was determined.

"I will never fall before I reach the exit!"

Another two hours passed like this.

A white light appeared in front of him, making Du Ning's eyes light up.

"Exit...Exit..."

Du Ning couldn't help but beam with joy.

However, there were even more monsters around, with four to five hundred monsters charging towards Duning.

"Success or failure depends on this, just fight!"

Du Ning released all his talent and boldness, forced his way out of the crowd of monsters, and jumped into the white light.

With a "plop", Du Ning lay on the ground, motionless.

We have reached our limit.

"Congratulations, you passed the last level."

Fan Qianfeng came back to Du Ning, looked down at Du Ning, and smiled.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a ray of pure talent was injected into Du Ning's literary palace.

Du Ning regained a lot of strength in an instant, got up with difficulty and bowed: "Thank you, student, Fan Sheng."

"Three thousand students, only if you pass all the way, I have a Kunlun millstone here, which comes from the Kunlun Holy Mountain. I will give it to you as a reward!"

A palm-sized stone appeared in Fan Qianfeng's left hand, exuding bursts of majestic spiritual energy.

Du Ning had a look of surprise on his face. The grinding stone is a treasure used by scholars to sharpen Wen Gong's ancient sword. It can enhance the power of Wen Gong's ancient sword.

The Kunlun Grinding Stone is a famous sword-grinding stone in the Holy Forest Continent. Even the Holy Family does not have many of them.

Fan Qianfeng was willing to give such an important treasure to Du Ning as a reward. Du Ning was surprised and flattered at the same time.

This shows that Fan Qianfeng admires Du Ning very much. In his eyes, Du Ning is even worse than the scholars from the semi-saint family.

Fan Qianfeng put the Kunlun grinding stone into another small box, and then used his talent as ink to write the word "sealing" on it with his right hand, sealing the aura of the Kunlun grinding stone, and finally handed it to Du Ning.

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"Thank you Fan Sheng for the reward."

Du Ning took the box respectfully and put it into his pocket.

Once you become a Jinshi and condense the ancient sword, you can use the Kunlun whetstone to sharpen the blade.

The sharper the Wen Gong ancient sword is, the stronger its combat effectiveness will naturally be.

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