I'm afraid no one can understand such a few words in the field except for the scholars, and White Snake is no exception. There is an idiom for this poem called "Unming Jueli". I have to say that there are many.
The man was frightened by Jian Chuan.
But Jian Chuan saw from the corner of his eyes that Lu Xian seemed to wink at someone obscurely, and then he heard someone say sarcastically: "Young Master, how did you know there are 359 chess pieces on the plate
Yes, why did you decide that Brother Ji won in the first round? Could it be that you were invited by Brother Ji, and you came specifically to admit defeat."
It turns out that the scholar's surname is Ji. Jian Chuan knew it, and then looked in the voice, as if he was watching an idiot. He wanted to say that based on your IQ, you wouldn't understand it even if you told you. It was completely about playing the piano with a cow.
, but this cannot be said, so he said arrogant words in a humble tone: "If this brother doesn't believe it or has any questions, he can play a game."
The so-called ignorant person is fearless, and the person responds without thinking, and is quite rude to ask the scholar to give up his seat.
Seeing this, Jian Chuan frowned, but did not say much, and his voice was still unchanged: "Brother, why don't you decide the limit?"
The person showed joy on his face, so he would not refuse: "The upper limit is 19, I will first."
After saying that, he grabbed a handful of things. Jian Chuan seriously suspected that he had counted clearly.
Jian Chuan looked at him so anxious and secretly made him laugh. He didn't know if the other party had counted clearly, but he counted clearly, so he won.
Speaking of this Bashbet theory, those who know it are not difficult, and those who know it are not difficult to get started, but it is difficult to master it, because it involves the factor of quick calculation. Quick calculation does not mean that you can achieve success by studying hard and practicing hard.
That requires talent.
Obviously, Jian Chuan has enough talent, and the scholar also has talent, but he has no choice but to not only does his opponent not have such talent, but he doesn't even know the basic principles of Bashbet. At this time, he might still think that this game is purely a must-have.
It's luck.
So, the result was destined from the beginning, and Jian Chuan was very surprised to win without any suspense.
But he was dissatisfied and asked for another game, but Jian Chuan didn't want to waste time on such a fool. In order not to be entangled by him, he directly found the main owner and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, I'm going to Jian Chuan,
I saw Brother Lu know this well before, how about you and I play the last game?"
When Jian Chuan signed up, everyone was surprised and talked about it. Although Jian Chuan had never officially been involved in the circle of literati since his rebirth, the song "Peach Blossom Temple" that day was too impressive, so although it took more than half a month to go
The popularity faded, but the name Jian Chuan was remembered by the public.
Jian Chuan ignored the discussions around him. After saying that, he stared at Lu Xian. He had already thought that as long as Lu Xian dared to fight, he would definitely have some fun. Yexue was depressed that day.
Unfortunately, Lu Xian did not give Jian Chuan this opportunity. Although the limelight was snatched by Jian Chuan, he was still as elegant as the clear water, so he heard him say neither humble nor arrogantly: "Brother Jian wants to play, but it is Lu's.
Fortunately, the Lanyu Poetry Festival is about to begin. It is better not to waste time for this little game path. Why not, if Lu will visit him another day, and talk to Brother Jian about how many games? How good is it?"
Hearing this, Jian Chuan had to admire Lu Xian's art of speaking. Okay, you put the overall situation first, the game you initiated has become a path, what does it mean? Jian Chuan really wants to ask, what are you so shameless
It's so reasonable.
There is also a supporter for the peek: "Yes, the Lanyu Poetry Festival is about to begin, so everyone should go quickly. It's not good to miss the time. It's a game. When can't be played, the Lanyu Poetry Festival is the most important thing."
OK, your concert really blocked my mouth. Jian Chuan was so angry that he could only get up helplessly and follow the crowd.
Snake Bai still wanted to follow Jian Chuan, but when he met a powerful guy like Lu Xian, he was tied up with words and couldn't take off his body.
Jian Chuan was free, so he approached the scholar again and asked with interest: "I am here in Jian Chuan, I don't know your honorable name."
Jian Chuan only knew that the scholar's surname was Ji. After asking, he found out that his full name was Ji Fangyuan.
After getting to know each other, Ji Fangyuan took the lead in asking questions nervously: "I have a question below, and I have been bothering me for several months. I wonder if Brother Jian is interested in listening."
Jian Chuan was naturally interested. It was really rare to see a talent with such high-level numerology in this era of the Four Books and Five Classics, so he smiled and said, "Let me tell me."
The scholar Dai first thanked him, and then asked a question: "Now there is a town that has no big or small. Each of them opens the middle gate. There is a wood forty steps to go out of the north gate, and there is a wood for 810 steps to go out of the west gate. I asked: What is the town?"
After hearing the question, Jian Chuan was amazed. This scholar was amazing. He had already begun to explore the Pythagorean problem. In modern times, a junior high school student had some knowledge of it. It can be put to the present, but it is very profound.
A difficult question, and since a scholar has this question, he will surely make achievements when he thinks.
It is obvious that his expression was encountered, and Jian Chuan was naturally happy to help solve the problem: "This method has two solutions. Today I will tell you the first solution. As for the second solution, Jian still hopes that you can study it yourself."
"Brother Jian, tell me." The smoke of the scholar's gun was widened a lot in an instant.
Jian Chuan did not sell the lawsuit, and immediately said, "Multiple the steps to go out of the north gate to the number of steps to go west, and the steps to go out of the south gate is the following method. If you open the right direction, you will be the local direction. Can you understand?
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Without getting an answer, Jian Chuan looked at him in confusion, and saw that the guy's little eyes were buzzing again. He didn't look at Jian Chuan, but just muttered to himself: "By the number of steps out of the north gate multiplying the number of steps westward, twice
It is real, and the steps to go out of the south gate are as follows, and the prescription is to be eliminated. Yes, it’s wonderful, it’s not possible. I have to go back quickly and verify it. Yes, go home, go home..."
Then, this guy walked back without even calling him a greeting under Jian Chuan's nose. On the way, Shang also ran into two people and was scolded. He was unaware of it.
Seeing this, Jian Chuan was stunned and then laughed. He wanted to chase after him and ask where his family lived, but he couldn't bear to disturb his thoughts. After thinking about it, he gave up. He firmly believed that the two would see each other again in the future.
Then he continued to follow the crowd. The main venue of the poetry club was in the waterfront in the courtyard. Although Ouyang Mansion was very good, he could not defeat the imperial city, so it arrived soon.
But the four corners of the water pavilion were flying in color, and even Jian Chuan's eyes had to be praised. The only thing that was the beauty was that the space inside the water pavilion was not large, at best, it was just a banquet of thirty or fifty people, but the talented man gathered here
There are more than 200 beautiful women, what can I do?
Obviously, not everyone can enter, you have to submit a letter of vote. Of course, the name of vote of vote was criticized by Jian Chuan himself, and it is called Gan Ye's poem.
[Author’s off-topic]: Guest, it’s good to reward some silver notes.