Nightfall Chapter 67: Tiankuan
The practitioners who watched chess couldn't help but feel an uproar.
At this moment, they have also seen that according to White's current solution, there is no possibility of winning at all. The yellow-robed old monk decided to stop the chess game and let the black carriage ride up the mountain. It was an extremely well-meaning move. Why did Sangsang seem to have no intention of accepting it? Could it be that this bright girl really thought she could solve this piece of chess?
The yellow-clothed old monk was even more stunned. He frowned as he watched the black carriage. He admired Sangsang for her courage and wisdom. It did not mean that she could crack this piece of chess. However, he did not expect that Sangsang did not want to Accepting his kindness, in his opinion, even if you are the noble daughter of light in Xiling Temple, it is extremely rude.
The old monk is the reclusive elder of Lanke Temple. Since he feels that the other party is rude, he is naturally a little angry. His face is slightly cold and sits on the chessboard of the stone table. He draws a black chess piece from the urn and falls on the chessboard.
Nan Jin chess master did not expect that Sangsang would not accept Lanke Temple’s proposal to stop breaking the game. He couldn't help but shook his head again and again, sighed and said, "Does this little girl really think you can win?"
Sangsang lifted a corner of the green curtain of the carriage and looked at the newly fallen black chess piece on the chessboard. He found that the black chess piece looked very beautiful in the sky light leaking from the green trees, and smiled and said its position.
Mo Shanshan picked up a white chess piece according to words, and gently landed it on the chessboard, and then pasted it next to the black chess piece. The brighter the autumn light of the white chess piece, it seemed to melt the black piece. .
The old monk in yellow clothes is slightly annoyed at this time.
However, when he saw the position where the white chess was dropped, he felt a little drunk for no reason. He suddenly discovered that the movement of the white chess was completely different from the one he had worked so hard to study. The scattered front arrow composed of several white chess pieces seemed to be going to another world.
This white chess was unexpected to him, so he was silent for a while before making his own response.
As soon as his old fingers left the black chess surface, Sangsang's slight voice sounded again. There seems to be no pause in the middle, and another white **** landed on the board.
The yellow-clothed old monk's long silver eyebrows slowly floated in the autumn wind.
He looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, entangled and conflicted, and looked very mottled, and suddenly a very strong sense of alert was born.
The Nan Jin chess master gave a startled sound again, standing on the side of the chessboard, bowed his head and looked very carefully.
Sangsang's voice kept coming out of the black carriage.
The white chess pieces were continuously taken out by Mo Shanshan from the chess urn, but they landed peacefully on the stone chessboard.
The frequency of the floating eyebrows of the yellow-robed old monk is getting denser, and the look of careful thought and surprise on his old face constantly changes. It seems that some kind of impossible possibility is emerging.
The frequency of Nanjin chess masters' surprises is becoming more and more dense. The body leaned lower and lower from the table, and his eyes widened, as if he saw the white chess pieces. Survived incredible.
Sangsang's voice continued to ring under the green trees.
Four or five more pawns fell on the stone board.
The expression of the old monk in yellow clothes has become more solemn than ever before. The slightly trembling monk clothes reveals how tense his true emotions are at this time, and a few beads of sweat like soybeans appear on his forehead.
"Lanke actually has piles of images. This...how is it possible? Can someone really figure it out?"
The old monk in yellow clothes looked at the endgame in front of him, and said to himself in a very dry voice, his body seemed to become stiff, he reached into the chess urn and touched it for a long time before he found a black chess. .
"How can anyone figure it out? This white chess moves every step on the single-plank bridge. A slightly wrong step is the tragic ending of the Fallen Abyss, and every time it falls, it waits for an extra step on the bridge. The danger increases by one point, and the difficulty of calculation increases by one point. I have killed countless numbers on the chessboard in my life. Only then did I understand that the principle of chess is that people are not as good as heaven. No matter how amazing the computing power of this little girl is, can it really be against the sky? Nothing?"
The Nanjin chess master stared at the chessboard with round eyes and waved his right hand hoarsely. I don't know if he is helping the Huangyi old monk to stabilize his mind, or he wants to release his shock and anxiety.
He drew out a few smooth chess pieces in the chess urn and placed them in his slightly trembling right hand and kept playing with them, trying to calm himself down. The voice trembled slightly and said: "Impossible, this is impossible."
The Luanke endgame is unpredictable, and the practitioners who watched the chess didn't realize that the chess game seemed to have changed a lot, and those who still couldn't understand it. Looking at the beads of sweat on the forehead of the yellow-robed old monk and the obsessive appearance of the Southern Jin chess master, I also vaguely guessed that the situation of the white chess has changed greatly.
Sangsang's voice continued to ring. At this time, she looked a little tired, but she was still naive and accurate. What was more shocking was that there was no pause in the middle, as if she didn't need to think at all.
The yellow-robed old monk Yingzi's speed is getting slower and slower. He has to think carefully for a long time before he carefully drops the black chess. The yellow monk's clothes on his body have been drenched with sweat at some point.
There are more and more chess pieces on the chessboard of the stone table, and the two colors of black and white are silently fighting and devouring in the mountains and autumn light, just like the blending and separation of night and day in the morning and dusk.
The room is quiet. Only the crisp and soft sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard can be heard, the rustle of the autumn wind blowing on the green trees, and the soft sound of autumn water flowing in the depths of the mountain stream.
Time has passed, the morning light has left Washan, autumn is approaching mid-heaven, and this remnant chess game has come to an end.
The yellow-clothed old monk's right hand trembled slightly in the autumn wind, and a black chess piece was held between his fingers. He looked at the stone table with chess pieces in front of him, but he couldn't fall any way because he didn't know where to land. Place.
The Southern Jin chess master’s eyes stared for a long time, extremely dry and bloodshot. The chess piece he held in his right hand was abruptly ground into sharp gravels by him at some point, and it pierced his palm with blood. It dripped down his right hand, clenched into a fist, and landed on a green leaf on the ground, but he didn't know it.
He suddenly woke up and looked up at the black carriage that no longer made the sound of playing chess. His face was full of awe and horror, and he quaked, "This is the calculation? This is the sky. Forget it!"
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The yellow-clothed old monk stood up slowly with great difficulty, then turned to face the black carriage and saluted.
At this moment, the people who watched the chess finally confirmed that Sangsang had won, and could not help but exclaimed. The practitioners who really understand chess looked at the densely packed chess pieces on the chessboard, they were shocked and speechless, giving birth to infinite praise.
People looked at the black carriage with awe in their eyes.
When I bowed to the black carriage earlier. The expressions of the people also seemed very in awe, but at that time they were in awe of the identity of the daughter of Sangsang Guangming and the powerful authority of the Xiling Temple commanding the world, but at this time they were in awe of the woman of the light showing in this break. The purest wisdom.
Since practicing Taoism, everyone certainly understands what this pure wisdom represents.
In the past two years, the spiritual world has vaguely known that the successor of the former Light God Seat is in Chang'an, but because of the intentional or unintentional cover-up of the Xiling Temple, they have no idea what kind of person the Light Lady is.
Later it became known that the lady of light was the daughter of Minister Tang and the maid of Mr. Thirteen of the Academy. The spiritual world cannot help but wonder what kind of potential or ability she has. Being able to be so valued by the Xiling Temple, being able to be selected as the successor by the predecessor Guangming Grand Priest, until today they finally understand that everything makes sense.
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Sangsang really broke this endgame. Even Ning Que. It was hard to believe for a while, of course he was very happy, especially when he recalled the silence of Washan before. Only the scene when Sang Sang Qingzhi's voice echoed by the stone table, the happiness and sentiment of the daughter of my family appeared in his heart.
Just as the old monk in yellow robes conceded his defeat, he suddenly noticed that the figure of the high monk of the Hanging Temple under the bridge Buddha Nian Weiburi leaned forward slightly, seeming to be very concerned about Sangsang, and he couldn't help but regenerate his warning.
He took his gaze away from the Buddha and asked: "Shall we go up the mountain?"
The sea monk has been by the side, witnessing the whole process of Sangsang breaking the chaotic endgame, and sincerely praised and praised: "It really is the legendary girl of light. The man is better than the sky, please." /
Looking at the beautiful scenery of Sangsang, the big dark horse thought proudly that although the mistress was ordinary, but the methods were not bad, he couldn't help but snorted happily. The horses who are grazing by the stream, listen. To the sound of it. But subconsciously, he became terrified and fled to the top of the grass **** in a chaotic manner.
The black carriage drove slowly up the stone bridge and passed the tiger leaping stream.
Looking at the black carriage gradually disappearing into the depths of Washan Mountain, the practitioners looked in awe.
The Southern Jin chess master did not know what he thought of, and rushed to the stone bridge. He chased in the direction of the black carriage.
Unbreakable, but crossed the stone bridge. The old monk in yellow should have stopped this somewhat silly Southern Jin chess master, but he seemed to have forgotten about it, and he was silent while watching the chess game on the stone table.
He has watched this game called Luanke for several decades and is confident that he has understood all the changes in the game. However, at this time, he suddenly discovered that this game is a bit unintelligible.
If it was not him who presided over the endgame today, but someone else, the black chess must have been defeated long before Sangsang’s awesome calculations. However, it is precisely because he understands this endgame better than anyone in the world. Sang Tiansuan had been struggling for a longer period of time before, and his mind was seriously damaged.
Autumn breeze works.
The yellow-clothed old monk's body shook suddenly, and a blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
"The most important thing in Luanke's game is not to make an opportunity, the winding path is quiet, but the former sage who laid this endgame, how would he think that someone can turn the quiet winding path into a Yangguan Chase by calculation alone? "
He wiped the blood away with his monk sleeves and looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard. He said in a faint voice: "There is a man in the world, so this remnant chess game has no meaning. Let it stay here. "
At the point where the voice fell, the yellow-robed old monk flicked his monk's sleeve across the chessboard, and fell a leaf.
Cheng Ziqing frowned and asked: "Master, if I keep this piece of chess, what should I do next?"
"If the endgame is not disabled, what else can I talk about to pass? Those who want to pass, please feel free."
The yellow-robed old monk said, and then drifted away.
I heard that this level can be passed without breaking the Luanke endgame. The practitioners under the big green tree were overjoyed and walked up to the stone bridge. The famous chess-loving Taoist Song Guo fell behind and walked to the stone table. Looking at the chess game, I subconsciously reached out to pick up a white chess piece on it, but found that it hadn't picked it up, so I was shocked.
It turns out that the old monk in yellow clothes just before he left, I don’t know what methods he used to embed all the black and white chess pieces into the stone chessboard. Since today, the Luanke endgame has been left forever. Under the green trees beside the Tiger Leaping Stream of Washan Mountain, there will be no more chaos after wind, frost, rain and snow. In the legendary Washan three rounds, one round will never be missed.
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(This is the first chapter. I really wrote it to death. This chapter has been done for a long time... If you still have a monthly pass in your hand, please vote it out. I really can’t stand it anymore. The next chapter time... …Life and death are uncertain, but there will certainly be.)
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