Qi Ping's heart sank, and the ability to deduce the calculation has always been proud of him.

But Mr. Da said that his computing power may not be over.

Mr. Da glanced at him, his tone eased a little:

"However, the computing power is just one aspect. When the real game is true, the game of chess is ever -changing, and the computing power cannot completely determine the victory ... For example, if you replace the salary of Cheng, there is a biggest benefit that the other party does not know you.

"

Qi Ping's heart moved: "Speak in detail."

Mr. Da nodded and pointed at the chessboard:

"If I don't read it right, Fan Tianxing, this person, should study the style and habit of the Great State of Liang Kingdom ... so for different chess players, adopt different strategies and accumulation habits.

And my Liang Guo chess player, but I do n’t know the number of this person, but now, it ’s replaced by him who does n’t know you.”

Qi Ping is thinking, the Tao:

"So, you mean, I can use this, and use some routines he has never seen?"

No, in fact, I didn't mean that ... Mr. Da opened his mouth, he said this, but gave Qi Ping a little confidence.

But the other party seemed to think of other places.

Qi Pingmo's chin, he said, he said:

"The so -called routine, in the Go, is a variety of fixed formulas. Skilled players must be familiar with various fixed formulas, different players, and they are good at each other.

If you can come up with some of the fixed formulas that opponents have never seen, he lacks experience in response, which may lead to failure, right? "

"Uh, it's right," Mr. Da hesitated and said:

"But the fixed formula in this world is public."

In the meaning of words, you can come up with a new formula, and you can indeed be caught off guard, but the problem is that you can't take it out.

However, Qi Ping only felt dry at this moment.

Because he thought of a problem, there were only those Go styles in this world, everyone knew, so it was not a secret.

But ... what if it is a fixed formula from another world?

He suddenly knew what to do.

"The student understands, thank you Mr. for your guidance!" Qi Ping arched his hands and turned excitedly to run under the mountain.

He has to do one thing, and there is no time to leave him.

Must strike against time.

In the lecture hall, Mr. Da looked at the young man who ran away in the sunset blankly, and his expression was weird:

"I ... what did you point him?"

Nympho

Nympho

After the night fell, the lantern at the door of the Kyoto Chess Academy was lit.

The removed plaque was hung up again, but it was not tranquil in the chess courtyard, only anxiety and panic.

At this moment, in the courtyard.

A group of players gathered together, with a heavy expression, full of anxiety in the air.

The news that Cheng Ji was seriously ill, and the news that he could not be able to fight had been confirmed. The players only felt that it was like the sky collapsed.

"Tomorrow chess will open, what should I do?" A chess player was like earthy, his expression was sad.

It seems that no one will fight tomorrow, the misery of the imperial face sweeping the floor.

If in the past, even if the salary was not there, they would fight on stage, but after that day ...

"If no one will fight tomorrow, the old man will once again." Song Jiuling, who was all white, suddenly said, and immediately smiled:

"It's a big deal, what is the fear?"

Everyone moved and knew that if the eyes were defeated, Song Taishi was famous for a lifetime, and there was a stain.

"Master, not ..." The dean said.

When Song Jiuling patted the table, he angrily said: "Is it really necessary to let the people in the world watch, do I have no one in the Liang Guo dare to meet?"

A player persuaded: "Think again, who else can try it."

Everyone shook their heads. In the past few days, all the great players in Beijing have studied the chess on the day. As a result, those who really saw the "flaw" of that hand were only Cheng Ji.

Song Jiuling heard that one person flashed in his mind and hesitated: "Maybe ... there is a person."

Who is it?

Everyone watched.

The next second, the horseshoe sounded outside the courtyard, and then someone broke into the chess courtyard.

"Who is noisy?" The dean of the chess courtyard got up.

But when I saw a group of people rushing in with a fire handle, led by, it was a brocade boy.

"It's you!" The dean stunned.

Qi Ping swept through the audience, his eyes were clear and shy, and laughed:
Chapter completed!