The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 70: One hand is a good abacus

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This question is very difficult to answer.

Others can't even understand it.

Tong Yan knows, Jing Jiu must understand.

Knowing that Jing Jiu was going to challenge himself at the Meihui, he went to see the game of Sihaiyan.

This kind of emphasis will not be given to other challengers, even those famous players.

His attention is that Jing Jiu is a disciple of the Qingshan School.

Qingshan disciples have always disliked piano and chess paintings, which are quite different from the Zhongzhou School, but occasionally people who dabble in this way will show amazing talents, such as the current master of Qingrong Peak Nanwang.

The more important reason is that Jing Jiu is a disciple of Jingyang Zhenren.

After reading the chess book on the Four Seas Banquet, Tong Yan didn't pay much attention to Jing Jiusheng, but instead gave birth to a lot of displeasure.

Just like Xiang Wan felt at the beginning.

They have never seen such an ugly person playing chess.

If there are schools of chess, there have been two schools since ancient times.

Those who play chess like Jing Jiu are all classified as bitter struggles, blindly calculating various gains and losses.

Tong Yan is totally unable to accept this kind of unesthetized and brute force method of chess.

How could this be the disciple of Jingyang real person?

Tong Yan asked Jing Jiu if he could understand his own chess, just to tell him that chess is not played like this.

Can you count every one of my responses? Can you count my next step every time?

Jing Jiu didn't answer Tong Yan's question.

This seems to prove Tong Yan's idea.

"I just said that these people are not worthy to play chess here, but you are the same."

Tong Yan stood up, looked at him and said, "Because you are not playing chess, you are planning to play."

While speaking, he looked at Jing Jiu condescendingly, his eyebrows looked lighter, and the appearance of his eyes above the top was even more unbearable.

What's more, this sentence itself is extremely mean.

The crowd was a little disturbed.

On the chess road, Tong Yan is qualified to comment on anyone.

A moment ago, he easily defeated the No. 1 national player, Guo Dazhi.

But his evaluation of Jing Jiu is really too sharp. You must know that the opponent is a disciple of Qingshan.

"Some time ago you broke Nanshan's sword, using calculations, just like your chess style."

Tong Yan said: "I just want to tell you today, calculations, after all, it's hard to make a big way."

Zhao Layue was listening on the other side of the street, only to realize why this person spoke so unceremoniously.

It turned out to be the same reason that Luo Huainan spoke in the plum garden.

I have been traveling in Nanshan all year round. I don't know how many heroes I have made. Even the geniuses of Zhongzhou faction want to fight for him.

Know that the relationship between Zhongzhou Sect and Qingshan Sect is not close.

This has nothing to do with his identity as the first disciple of the Green Mountain Sect, but naturally because of his demeanor and behavior.

"Planning a game is countless times more complicated than playing chess."

Jing Jiu stood up, looked at Tong Yan and said, "I think there is no difference between chess and mahjong. They are both games, but they require some calculations."

In an uproar, many people listened very angry, wondering how these two things can be compared? Even the stall owners who were squeezed far away were not convinced, and wondered how they could get involved with mahjong-like gambling stuff. Although these people also use endgames to make money, they are doing elegant deeds and even cheating. It can't be counted!

Tong Yan sneered and said: "With your own computing power, you can make all the changes? Don't you even understand the endless roads?"

Jing Jiu said: "The universe is infinite, so naturally it cannot be counted, but the chessboard is only thirty-eight lines and three hundred and sixty-one points. Why can't it be counted?"

Tong Yan said: "You can't even figure out how I will take my next step, so I have to talk about everything."

Jing Jiu said: "No one can count every move of the opponent, because the opponent may not know it."

Tong Yan naturally would not agree with this statement.

Like this game of chess, no matter where the scholar Guo fell, he has already prepared several wonderful responses.

Why don’t you know how to move your next move?

Jing Jiu tapped the chessboard with his fingertips, then picked up a black stone and placed it somewhere on the chessboard.

"You have your way, I have mine, and each goes his own way. If you have to prove me wrong, I will say if May wins at the meeting."

After saying this, he put away the bamboo chair, turned and walked across the street, and left with Zhao Layue.

Tong Yan stared at the chessboard.

The eyes of many onlookers fell at the same time.

Then there were discussions and chuckles in the room.

The place where the black stone fell was actually blocking a large piece of his own chess.

"Isn't this a nonsense?"

After all, it was the first place in the Four Seas Banquet. No one thought Jing Jiu could not play chess.

Then there are only two possible explanations for Jing Jiu to do this.

He killed a lot of his own chess, and Tong Yan's response was naturally different from what he had thought in advance, which can prove what he just said.

No one can count the opponent's response, including himself.

Just what's the point of such a proof?

In this way, admit defeat and leave without losing face?

People think this kind of response is quite witty, so they send kind laughs.

Tong Yan didn't smile, looking at the chessboard in silence.

Guo Bachelor didn't laugh either, looking at the chessboard thoughtfully.

He played this game in front of him, and he naturally understood it very thoroughly.

What they looked at was not the black chess piece, but another part of the chessboard.

Before Jing Jiu left, he knocked on the chessboard with his fingers, and he knocked here.

I don’t know how long it has passed, the academician Guo said with emotion: "It's amazing."

Tong Yan said without expression: "It's pretty good."

Zhao Layue can't play chess, but she also knows that Jing Jiu's move is suicide.

It is a real suicide, not jumping off a cliff, there will be no miracles, and it is impossible for the situation to change suddenly. Because of the new space, black chess turned defeat into victory.

Most of that kind of odd game is recorded in the story, and basically does not happen in the real world, not to mention his opponent is the strongest chess player in the world.

Then what is the meaning of Jing Jiu's doing this?

Jing Jiu said: "He certainly didn't think I would go like this~IndoMTL.com~ Then he certainly couldn't think of where he would go next."

Zhao Layue thought this was a child's anger, and sighed: "Is this interesting?"

Jing Jiu said: "I just want to tell him that he can never fully judge the opponent's thoughts based on imagination and intuition. After all, he still needs to calculate all the possibilities."

Zhao Layue thought of Tong Yan’s previous words and asked: "Can you really count all the changes on the chessboard?"

Jing Jiu said: "Not all calculations need to have results. Sometimes we only need some numbers to help choose the direction of chess, but if we can calculate everything clearly, of course it is the best thing. You bought it for me. Chess talks about momentum, beauty, shape, and emptiness. Many people also believe this, but it's just because they don't know it."

Zhao Layue thought for a while and said: "It may be true, but it sounds a little uncomfortable and a little cold."

Jing Jiu looked at the night sky and said: "Because we are human beings who are good at comforting ourselves with beautiful words and definitions, and the world is like this."

(Those beautiful words and definitions are not listed one by one.)