Nightfall

> There is a beautiful legend.

This legend has nothing to do with stone. According to legend, thousands of years ago, in the early years of the Xiling Temple, the first year of Dazhi, Washan was not called Washan. When it was called Mantou Mountain, there was a woodman named Wang Zhi who strayed into the mountains because of cutting wood. I saw several old monks playing chess, curiously stepped forward to watch, and found that the fighting on the chessboard was extremely fierce.

An old monk looked at his drunken appearance and handed him a bun. It was strange to say that after Wang Zhi had eaten the bun, he no longer felt hungry. He sat on the chessboard and saw the twilight from morning to morning.

Twilight gradually drifted deep into the mountains, but the chess game under the tree was not finished yet. The old monk who had previously given him food raised his head, looked at Wang Zhi and said, "If you don't go, you can't leave."

Wang Zhi stood up reluctantly, ready to leave, but when he picked up his axe for cutting wood, he was shocked to find that the wooden handle of the axe had rotted into dust, and when he walked out of the mountains, he returned When I was home, I discovered that my peers were all dead.

Then he realized that he had been watching chess for one day under the tree, and it had been a century.

This legend spread very widely, and later Mantou Mountain became Wa Mountain, and the ancient temple in the mountain was also known as the Lanke Temple because of this legend. It gradually became the official temple name.

Because of this legend, the chess style near Washan is extremely strong. Both the gentry and the farmer have learned chess since childhood, and the lack of the black and white flags seen in the small town in front of the mountain is closely related to this style.

The Lanke Temple got its name because of this. The monks in the temple are naturally proficient in this way. The endgame on the stone table under the big green trees today is the way Lanke Temple used to select people with fate. Extremely difficult.

So Ning Que didn't think about it, Sang Sang was able to solve the incomplete game. It was just that he didn't expect that the first **** that Sang Sang seemed to have made was wrong. The Nanjin chess player screamed in exasperation.

The call of the Nanjin chess master was very loud. The attitude is very bad. The practitioners who are watching chess naturally glared at each other, thinking that this person would dare to be so disrespectful to the daughter of light, and should really be sent to the Youge for a hundred years.

The eyes of practitioners. He couldn't affect the Nanjin chess player at all, he forcibly broke free from his companion's arm. I rushed to the stone table and shouted with endless pity and anger: "Although this game is broken, but I also thought about it for half an hour before I found the idea. Your female doll is indiscriminately thinking about it. . It ’s a mess, will you play chess? If you do n’t play, what are you doing? "

Mo Shanshan by the stone table raised his head and looked at this person, because her eyes were not very good, so the feelings seemed a little sad. Said: "I'm really not good at chess, what's wrong?"

The Nanjin chess master was awake now. Turned around and looked at the black carriage, left hand pointed at the newly dropped white **** on the stone table chessboard, annoyed and said: "You Tang people are straightforward people, where do you understand the art of twists and turns between square inches! I do n’t understand the game, what are you doing! You will die if you do n’t play! "

Seeing this person shouting at the black carriage, the practitioners who were watching chess under the green trees were too lazy to be angry, and confirmed that this person is an idiot who is not afraid of death-since it is a son of light, So even if it is wrong, it must be profoundly meaningful. Where can ordinary people like you understand?

The chess master of Nanjin was obsessed with chess in his life, and he entered the palace when he left the chess room. Even if he played with his majesty the emperor of Nanjin, he didn't know what it means to make chess. The status of the girl in the spiritual world, as the ignorant is fearless, still teaches the other angrily.

Ning Que shook his head to signal that Jiangge disciples should not be nervous. Anyway, he did not think that Sang Sang could really solve the remnant of the game, but only warned the Nanjin chess player: "Slower voice, don't swear."

The chess teacher of Nanjin was startled, and recognized that he was the young man whom he had seen in Lanke Temple early in the morning. His voice was unnaturally lower, and he was annoyed and said, "Playing chess is elegant, how can I say bad language."

Not to mention the disturbance on the chessboard side.

The old monk in yellow sat opposite the chessboard, his expression calm and indifferent.

He has studied chess in this life, especially the endgame under the tree, but he does n’t know how many years he has thought about it, and he ca n’t replay the game more than a thousand times. At this time, he looks at the new white **** on the chessboard. Similarly, confirm that Baiqi has fallen into an irreversible dead end because of this move.

This endgame is called Ranke, and it means the chaotic pile. When there is no external force, the chaotic pile looks stable, but in fact it is always on the verge of collapse. If you want to break this endgame, just wait for it. Under the condition of not falling down, the order of dry wood in the pile is recombined, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Previously, Sang Sang whispered directions in the car window. The book addict dropped his word. The white **** took the hollow below in the complicated chess game, just like reaching out unreasonably and drawing the thickest one at the bottom of the pile. The root of dry wood, which seems tough, actually completely destroyed the barely stable balance of the wood pile.

The woodpile has collapsed on the ground.

The old monk in yellow said, "This game is over."

The practitioners who watched chess under the big green tree, since they want to meet Master Qishan today, they are naturally quite confident in the chess game, or they have companions who are skilled in this game. However, he was shocked to find that the Nanjin chess master was right, and Bai Qi could no longer regain his vitality.

Thinking of the first shot of the daughter of light, it ended in such a hasty way, people's eyes on the black carriage became a little more complicated, but they still dared not show any doubt or disrespect.

The mountain stream was quiet, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

However, at this moment, San Sang's voice was heard again in the black carriage.

"This chess ... really interesting."

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The curtain flicked, and Sang Sang whispered two numbers.

Just like every time Ning Que did archery, she said two numbers, it seemed she didn't need to think about it.

Mo Shanshan, sitting in front of the chessboard, slightly startled, took a white piece from the chess urn and placed it somewhere on the chessboard.

The old monk in yellow frowned slightly, but did not expect that in the situation where Baiqi was already losing, the bright daughter in the black carriage seemed to want to persist, which seemed to him to be unconvincing.

The Nanjin chess player didn't know what he found. Leaning on the board, staring at the seemingly unusual white **** at a very close distance. It seems to see something very strange.

He said slightly, "Hey. It seems a little interesting."

The old monk in yellow also found the strange position of the white pawn, and couldn't help thinking of the past many years ago. The indifferent expression gradually warmed up and smiled and said, "Some meaning."

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Sang Sang is a very smart little girl. In the words of Ning Que. She is just too lazy to think about things and used to rely on Ning Que. That's why it seems a bit stupid, but it is always stupid when cutting wood, since it is too lazy to think. Then when did she find it interesting to play chess?

This has to start from two years ago. At that time Ning Que was far away in the wasteland. Under his orders, Chen Pipi often went to Lai Bi Zhai, Lin 47 Lane to take care of Sang Sang. Chen Pippi once heard that Ning Que said that Sang Sang is a real genius, which made him willing to be convinced, so he began several competitions that no one knew about.

At the beginning, Chen Pipi and Sang Sangbi had memory and fiasco. Then he played against Sang Sang, but he stopped suddenly because the old man Wei Guangming returned to Lao Bi Zhai. Master Yan Se arrives again.

Then there was the sad story.

But the first time Sang Sang officially played chess was that time, the rules on the chessboard, which also began to learn from that day. After she learned it, Chen Pipi never won her.

There is a bet on Sang Sang and Chen Pipi playing chess.

Every time a game of chess is won, Sang Sang will get some benefits.

So she began to think that playing chess was really interesting.

This is why she would carefully ask the old monk in yellow clothes what the head of the game is.

The so-called habit becomes natural.

Later, during the time when Sang Sang was lacking in cooking at the back of the academy, Shan Ting was cooking for the Confucius and the group of brothers and sisters. Dozens of chess games.

On this trip to Lanke Temple, when she was sick, she would also spend time with the chess scores given by these two brothers.

The five brothers of the Academy once said that Sang Sang's talent on the chess road is far superior to Ning Que, and to what extent that talent has reached her, what is her true chess power now, she herself does not know.

But she felt more and more interesting about playing chess.

Even if there is no bet it may seem a little regret, but it is still very interesting.

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Under the big green tree.

The Nanjin chess player shook his head with regret, saying: "Although it has some meaning, this way is still not working."

The endgame is called Lan Ke.

The second son that Sang Sang dropped, corresponding to the previous first son, was no longer the thickest hardwood drawn from the chaotic pile, but the hardwood that was pressed against it more strongly. All firewood was scattered.

This is not a bottom draw, it is better than a bottom draw.

It completely disrupts the chess situation, and then finds another way. These methods of reconstruction after total destruction, concealing the principle of profit and loss of the Tao, and the courage to survive in the dead, seem to be really a feasible method.

However, in this game of chess, the black chess has a great momentum and is so strong that it can be crushed directly. The white chess is chaotic at this time. How can it withstand the opponent's attack? More importantly, even if White can support it hard under Black's attack, how can it rebuild its own momentum?

The old monk in yellow didn't say anything. Although he also felt that this white chess had some meaning, but the first time he saw it, he confirmed that Baiqi still couldn't get out of the dead path.

White chess is scattered all over the board, just like chaotic firewood scattered on the ground, absolutely chaotic. If you want to reassemble into an orderly appearance, it requires extremely large calculations. That kind of calculation is not something that humans can accomplish at all. Even the Xingling Temple's oracle priest known for its arithmetic can't do it.

This has nothing to do with intelligence, it has nothing to do with the talent of chess, but the rules of the world itself.

The rule is that manpower is sometimes poor.

No matter how smart a genius, the content in his mind is still limited.

Decades ago, the old monk in yellow tried this method. He kept sleeping day and night, thinking hard for three months, but still unable to complete the calculation. Even the dawn of success did not see a trace.

It was then that he understood this solution, which seemed reasonable, but in fact it made no sense at all.

Because this is not a solution that humans can accomplish.

Unless the person who plays chess can ignore the rules of this world.

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Under the big green tree is very quiet, only to hear the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling gently on the stone table chess board.

In the black carriage, Sang Sang whispered, and a white **** fell.

Seven or eight white pieces have been added to the chessboard.

The old monk in yellow and the memories of that year confirmed to some surprise that the solution of the little girl in the carriage was very similar to the solution of the first few steps calculated after a few months of hard work.

Although the position of the two pieces is a bit wrong, it is indeed walking on the right path, but unfortunately, this seemingly correct path still has no way ahead.

I thought that the little girl had a very short time for thinking, and that was the case. The old monk in yellow couldn't help but nodded slowly, and the expression on his face became more gentle. I thought that she was the bright daughter of the Xiling Temple, and she was extremely intelligent.

Lanke Temple selects the candidates who are qualified to meet Master Qishan, and does not need the other party to break the three games in a row, because the three games in the mountain are indeed very difficult, even the world's first-class figures, it has not been possible , Not to mention those who are not good at chess.

The third round of the mountain road is a test of the wisdom and courage that the practitioners can show in the broken game and the game, as well as other precious qualities, as long as they are excellent, they can still pass.

The old monk in yellow knew that White Chess was still on the road to death, but the courage shown by the little girl in the carriage when she resolved the game, especially the wisdom represented by the extraordinary mental calculation ability, was already good enough, even genius.

Since Sang Sang is a distinguished figure in the Xiling Temple, the old monk will naturally not let her continue to walk on the wrong road to the hopelessness of darkness, and let the daughter of light lose too badly.

The old monk in yellow stood up and looked at the black carriage with a gentle expression: "It really deserves to be the daughter of light and clever. Although the solution is still unfeasible, you can pass this round of the three rounds of the mountain road."

Then he looked at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, you just made a mistake. In fact, the rules of my rotten temple are not necessarily dead, and some rules I think should be respected by people."

Although Ning Que does not necessarily agree with the old monk ’s statement, but since the other party has agreed to his own life and praised Sang Sang, he is more satisfied and nodded slightly to the old monk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ has been on the board The chess player Nan Jin, who was watching the game, praised: "The master's words are reasonable. Although the little girl's solution has never really understood the mystery of the chess game, the strength of the calculation really makes me a bit ashamed."

Seeing this result, the practitioners were very satisfied. They nodded and praised, and wondered whether they really saw the wisdom of the daughter of light from the situation on the chessboard.

Someone is satisfied, naturally someone is not satisfied.

Aunt Qu Nimadi was very dissatisfied and snorted in disappointment.

There was another person who was not satisfied.

Sang Sang's puzzled voice came from the black carriage.

"I want to win, why don't I stop?"

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