Chapter 79 Zhenlong Chess Game

Zhu Danchen said, "You died under Jiuquan, and you are also a shameless predecessor to see the Duan family. If you know that you are ashamed, you might as well kill yourself, which is also an act of a hero, alas, alas! It's better to suicide than suicide!" The voice was soft and beautiful, and the people with shallow skills were already confused and drowsy.

Duan Yanqing said to himself, "Alas, it's better to suicide!" Lift the iron stick and slowly point it to your chest. But after all, he had a deep cultivation and vaguely knew that something was wrong. There seemed to be a voice in his heart saying, "No, no, no, it will be bad if it goes on!" But the iron staff of his left hand still nodded to his chest inch by inch. In addition to his exile and serious injury, he also had the idea of suicide. Only because of a special opportunity, he had to revive himself. At this moment, his self-control weakened, and the idea of suicide hidden in the bottom of his heart came up again.

Among the great masters around, Xuannan is compassionate and has the intention to wake up, but this "head blow" must have the same skills as Duan Yanqing, which will have a deafening effect. Otherwise, it is not only useless, but also a disaster, and his heart is secretly anxious, but there is helpless. Su Xinghege can't save the rules set by his master in those years. Murong Fu knew that Duan Yanqing was not a good person. He died like a fire, and it was best to remove the harm in the world.

Zhu Danchen said, "It's too late. It's too late. Duan Yanqing, I advise you to commit suicide or commit suicide!"

Duan Yanqing sighed, "Yes, what's the point of living in the world? Just give yourself!" While talking, the head of the stick was two inches closer to the chest and shirt.

Without compassion, I knew that to solve Duan Yanqing's magic barrier, I had to start with the chess game, but my chess skills were shallow. I really didn't dare to think of solving this complicated chess problem. Seeing Duan Yanqing staring at the chess game in a daze, the crisis was born in an instant.

Suddenly, he had an idea: "I can't solve the chess game, but it's easy to make a mess. It only takes him to be saved. If there is no chess game, how can we win or lose? Then he said, "I'll solve this chess game." Step forward quickly and take a white from the chess box

Zi, closed his eyes and put it on the chess game.

Before he opened his eyes, he only heard Su Xinghe scold angrily, "Nonsense, nonsense, you fill yourself and kill a piece of white chess by yourself. How can there be such a way to play chess?" Wuxiang opened his eyes and couldn't help blushing.

It turned out that he closed his eyes and put it in a white chess that had been surrounded by black chess. This big piece of white chess is still full of energy. Although black chess can be eaten at any time, as long as the other party has no time to eat it for a while, there will always be a glimmer of vitality and struggle, all depends on this. Now he has eaten his own white chess, and there has never been such a suicide in the chess. As soon as Bai Qi died, Bai Fang saw that the whole army had been destroyed.

Han Feng, Murong Fu, Duan Yu and others couldn't help laughing when they saw it. Xuannan shook his head. Although Fan Bailing was exhausted, he couldn't help saying, "Isn't that a joke?"

Su Xinghe said: "The teacher's will, no matter who is in this game, they can enter the game. Although the little master is whimsic, he is always in the game. He took a piece of white chess that Wuxiang squeezed himself to death from the chessboard and then played a black piece.

Duan Yanqing shouted, woke up from the fantasy, looked at Zhu Danchen, and said to himself, "Duan Zhengchun's dog, you take advantage of people's danger and secretly poison your hands. We can't give up."

Duan Yanqing looked at the changes in the chess game and knew that he had just escaped from death. It was out of a phaseless rescue, and he was very grateful.

Su Xinghe said to Wuxiang, "Little master, you killed yourself with a piece of chess, and the black chess took another step. How do you respond?"

With no compensation, he laughed and said, "The little monk's chess skills are poor, playing randomly, and aspire to save people. The little monk can't play this chess game. Please forgive me.

Su Xinghe's face darkened and said harshly, "The first teacher has set up this game and respectfully ask the world's masters to crack it. If it can't be cracked, it doesn't matter. If there is a future, it's also your own fault. But if someone comes to disrupt the chess game, blaspheming the lifelong painstaking efforts of the former teacher. Even if there are many people, hey, although I am deaf and dumb, I will swear to do it to the end. He is called a "deaf and mute old man". In fact, he is neither deaf nor mute. At this moment, he has already listened and opened his mouth to speak, but he still calls himself "deaf and mute", but when he speaks, his beard is extremely fierce, and no one dares to laugh at him.

He saluted deeply and said, "Senior..."

Su Xinghe shouted, "If you play chess, you will play chess. What's the use of talking more?" Did my master give you a random pastime? With that, he waved his right hand and slapped him with a loud bang. The dust flew in front of him, and a big pit appeared in front of him.

In this situation, you can only harden your scalp, reach into the box, take a white piece, and put it on the chessboard. The place below is the empty space that appeared after removing Bai Zi. This move makes a lot of sense. In the past 30 years, Su Xinghe has made thousands of changes in this game of chess

has been dismantled and familiar. No matter how the other party is, it can't exceed the range he has dismantled.

But Wuxiang closed his eyes and messed up, so that he killed a large piece of white, which greatly violated the fundamental principle. Anyone who knew a little about the game would never do this. Then he killed himself with a sword and committed suicide with a horizontal knife. Unexpectedly, after he closed his eyes and killed a large piece of white chess, the situation suddenly became cheerful. Although black chess had a great advantage, white chess had room for manoeuvre, no longer tied his hands and feet as before. Su Xinghe never dreamed of this new situation. He was stunned and thought about it for a long time before playing black chess.

It turned out that it was not appropriate to see Su Xinghe's high-five threats, and Uncle Shizu did not say anything to relieve himself. When he was at a loss, a thin voice suddenly penetrated into his ear: "The lower 'flat' Sanjiu Road!"

I don't care who taught this, let alone whether it is right or wrong. I picked up Baizi and went down to the "ping" 39th road according to his words.

After Su Xinghe answered the black chess, the voice got into Wuxiang's ear again: "'Ping' position 28." Wuxiang played another piece of white chess on the 28th road of the "flat" position. As soon as he fell, he only heard Murong Fu, Duan Yu and others shout out.

Wuxiang looked up and saw that many people's faces were full of admiration and surprise. Obviously, they were very exquisite, and Su Xinghe's face was full of joy and admiration, restlessness and anxiety, and his two long eyebrows couldn't help lifting up and down.

He was suspicious: "Why is he suddenly happy? Am I wrong this time?" But then he changed his mind: "No matter what is right or wrong, as long as I deal with him more than ten times, it seems that I also have a certain proportions in chess. He won't be surprised if I don't mess up the situation and insult his master."

After Su Xinghe answered Heizi, he followed the instructions of the person who secretly helped him, and then Baizi. While playing chess, he watched whether Uncle Shi was secretly giving instructions, but it was not like Xuan Nan's anxious expression, not to mention that he never opened his mouth.

The voice that penetrated into his ear was obviously the superior internal power of "transmission into the dense". The speaker sent the speech into his ear with deep internal force. Others leaned by his side and could not hear it, but no matter how soft the voice was, the words always had to be said. Take a look at the population! The lips, no one is moving, but the "go to the five or six roads, eat three pieces of black chess!" But the voice came into his ears clearly.

Without relying on each other, he thought: "There is no second person who taught me except my uncle. The rest of the people are not close to me. How can they teach me? Among these masters, only Uncle Shizu has never played chess, and the rest have tried and failed. Uncle's magical skills are so extraordinary that he can't move! The lips are transmitted to the secret, and I don't know when I will be able to get this.

He didn't know how to teach him to play chess, but the farewell feeling standing behind him... Tian Beiqing is familiar with the method of playing this precious chess game. Die first and then live! It was Bai Qi who squeezed a large piece of himself to death first, and then the wonderful energy source came into being. There is an inherent method of "counterattack" and "offshoes" in chess. You deliberately send yourself to death, let the other party count the pieces, and then win, but the dead are only eight or nine pieces at most. There is no reason to send dozens of pieces in one breath. This method of "squeezing yourself to death" is really a strange change in Go. No wonder how wonderful you are. Masters will never think of going this way. Anyone always thinks about how to survive, and no one deliberately thinks about it on the way to death. If Wuxiang hadn't closed his eyes and played this stupid chess casually, I'm afraid that in another thousand years, no one can solve this "zhen long". Of course, unless God is allowed to fall in love, it may be broken...