22 Weird Game I know that according to the working habits of the five experts at the end of the tunnel, they will have to try at least three times on the stone wall before giving up, so during this time, I can talk to Su Lun first.
She is now at the entrance of Elder Sahan's tent, standing next to the embroidered carpet, and her position is in front of Elder Sahan. The movements of Sahan and Youlian remain unchanged, one is still sitting cross-legged and facing west, the other is
He lowered his head and held a pottery bowl.
"Why did such a ceremony arouse Su Lun's interest so much?" As I walked forward, I unconsciously glanced at Tang Xin's tent. The curtain over there was hanging low and silent. These three people were quite happy.
Quiet, always hiding in the tent, paying no attention to the big or small things outside.
Imagining the concentration of Tiger and Song Jiu playing chess, I am afraid that the speed of the chess moves is slower than that of a tortoise, and a game of chess would take three to five days.
Go is a very broad and profound game. In Japan, the second country of Go in Asia, in previous Honinbo competitions, a game of chess would often last for ten or a hundred days.
In my memory, the ancients have long said: Diligence leads to excellence but playfulness leads to waste.
I have always thought that wasting a lot of life on "games" like playing chess day after day is simply an invisible murder of human existence. Perhaps the ancient Chinese invented something like Go because they had nothing to do all day long.
So he became even more idle, and was attacked by the powerful ships and guns of the European and American powers...
Forget it, I don’t want to mention those dark histories again. This time, I must bring glory to the Chinese people and clear my name.
When she was about ten steps away from Su Lun, she suddenly waved her palm hanging behind her back, signaling me not to come near.
I was stunned for a moment, not knowing her intention, but I still obeyed and pretended to yawn, quietly changed my direction, and turned towards Tang Xin's tent.
"If outsiders are not allowed to visit Elder Sahan's ceremony, then why can Su Lun stand next to the carpet without being expelled?" I flicked my nails slightly uneasily, and my brows wrinkled unconsciously.
I didn't want to go into Tang Xin's tent to meet these three people. The pyramid hadn't been opened yet, and the "Millennium Corpse Worm" couldn't be found. There was no common topic for everyone to discuss.
"Mr. Feng, please stay." Tang Xin's voice came from behind the tent, and immediately, she appeared lightly, with her hands folded in the fox fur sleeves and her shoulders hunched.
Although the fresh wind in the desert is cold, is it not so cold in this season?
Facing my suspicious gaze, Tang Xin smiled shyly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, in recent years, I have been practicing the 'Hundred Deaths Art', so the body's resistance has dropped to the extreme, and I have become
So afraid of the cold."
I smiled bitterly and scratched the back of my head, almost beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with my hearing: "What? You practice the 'Hundred Deaths Kung Fu'? At such a young age, you are already qualified to practice that kind of Kung Fu. You are in Shuzhong?"
Tang Sect... isn't it always said that only the disciples with the highest seniority and the highest talent can... be able to..."
After entering the era of individual firearms in the 20th century, the various martial arts, witchcraft, secret techniques, and martial arts handed down in Chinese history did not disappear overnight, but moved into a more secretive and bizarre underground.
In the subversive era when a bullet can defeat a martial artist's thirty years of hard work, the remaining masters who still practice hard will often become either unknown or a blockbuster - the masters who can achieve a blockbuster have long since surpassed
It falls into the category of "drawing a gun to duel and killing in a one-on-one fight". The target they want to assassinate often loses the ability to breathe freely before even seeing the shadow of the killer.
Here, I can only briefly talk about my superficial understanding of the "Hundred Deaths Art" of the Tang Sect in Sichuan.
The so-called "hundred deaths" can be understood literally. In order to master this kind of martial arts, each practitioner must go through a hundred training procedures that are close to death. As far as I know, among these "one hundred procedures",
The three basic methods are "cutting with a knife, stabbing with a spear, and taking poison".
He suffered dozens of stab wounds, all his muscles and muscles were severed, and was then abandoned in the wild. He survived relying solely on his personal survival ability.
After being penetrated by a spear more than fifty times, he was not allowed to take any medicine and relied entirely on his own physiological functions to heal.
Drink the poisonous wine mixed with seven highly toxic drugs, and use your internal strength to fight against the poisonous wine within three days and three nights, until the toxins are finally suppressed in the stomach and vomited out...
I am not a member of the Tang sect, so I can only describe it based on the rumors in the world. From this, I can better understand the extreme confidentiality of this kind of kung fu.
When it comes to seniority and talent, I don't think Tang Xin can meet these two conditions.
In other words, the most advanced martial arts in Jianghu sects can only be practiced by the master or the predetermined quasi-master. Could it be that Tang Xin will be the new generation of master of Tang Sect in the future?
She only said a few words, but I took two big steps back and thought about it at least dozens of times in my mind. I was obviously at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
Tang Xin smiled, and a hint of the flawless charm of a beautiful girl suddenly bloomed in his indifference.
"Pah——" A huge sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard suddenly came from the tent, and then the tiger let out a sharp roar: "Song Jiu, hello——"
This movement shocked me again. It was just an ordinary Go game. Why would the tiger yell so loudly? This was not in line with his former tenacious, calm and witty character. "Oh, is it really...really?"
Is it the power of the 'Emperor Gu'?" Facing Tang Xin, who was as beautiful as the bright moon and white jade, I really didn't want to admit this established "fact."
"Mr. Feng, do you want to go in and talk?" She shook off her hands and took a few breaths on her lips.
I looked at her ten shining nails with some dejection. Those are all sharp weapons for killing people - "Please, Mr. Feng, although our Tang Sect in Sichuan is notorious, we are by no means indifferent between friends and foes."
A gangster. At the very least, I have no ill intentions towards Mr. Feng himself." Tang Xin stretched out her hand to lift the door curtain, a bit like "asking you to enter the urn".
Walking into the tent, I found that the two people playing chess were already in a tense posture. Song Jiu's soft sword was smoothly wrapped around the tiger's neck, but the tiger's right fist missed Song Jiu's Adam's apple by two inches.
I know that the cyan ring worn on the tiger's middle finger is actually a murder weapon. Once it comes into physical contact with the enemy, a one-third-inch-long spike will pop out of the ring. This is no ordinary embroidery.
It is something like a needle, but a deadly weapon that can automatically find a hole and enter the enemy's blood vessel, and then flow upward with the blood to the heart of the body.
If the heart of any animal in the world had such a sharp thorn, it would definitely not survive twenty-four hours.
Jianghu rangers like Tiger simply disdain the use of firearms. They have always been dismissive of popular conventional weapons.
The fine rosewood chessboard has been completely smashed by the last chess piece played by the tiger and turned into more than a dozen pieces. However, it can still be seen that the position of the piece is on the line on the side of "Tian Yuan". Look at this situation
, it should be that Song Jiu's chess skills are slightly better, forcing the tiger to make a move to save himself, and then use punches and violence.
There are thousands of chess fans who want to play chess, but if two players who are both chess fans and masters of the game take action, the consequences will be disastrous.
It seemed that Tang Xin was used to this kind of situation. She cleared her throat and smiled softly: "Tiger, you lost chess again and cheated, didn't you? I have said before that your violent personality is not suitable for playing chess. Otherwise,
As long as you are a chess player, in today's Asian Go world, how can Nie Ma, Cao Li, or even Japan's 19th chess champion survive?"
Song Jiu rolled his lifeless eyes, and actually agreed deeply with this: "Yes, for the first fifty moves, I had no ability to counterattack. Your chess skills are obvious to all, let alone Nie Ma, Cao Li, even
The top ten masters of Japanese Go in its heyday may not be able to beat you."
His sword flickered suddenly and returned to his belt.
Regarding the strange relationship between these three people, I have guessed no less than thirty kinds of results: Song Jiu is the bodyguard, Tang Xin is the master, Tiger is the admiring follower, and has been poisoned by the Tang Sect's 'Emperor Gu'.
However, I feel that the more logical a result is on the surface, the more absurd and biased it is.
Just think about it, what is the use of Tang Xin bewitching a tiger? Using him as a bodyguard? There is no need at all. There are so many masters in the Tang sect in Sichuan, and having a wanderer like Tiger, although it cannot be said to be a burden, is almost enough.
Tiger also retracted his fist, picked up the scattered chess pieces, and put them into the black and white chess box next to him.
I was like a silly spectator who bought a ticket to watch a play, watching this scene inexplicably. When Tiger picked up the first sunspot embedded in the "Tian Yuan" position, I found that the intersection had been imprinted by the chess piece.
A hollow half a centimeter deep was left.
Chessboard, Tianyuan, a chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, a cracked earth pyramid structure... numerous nouns and various artistic conceptions intertwined and overlapped all over my mind.
Suddenly, he heard Song Jiu murmur again: "Tiger, you are not a bearded man who came back from overseas to compete for the world. Why do you play 'Tian Yuan' as the first move every time you play chess? If it weren't for this inexplicable waste of chess,
, how can I be your opponent?"
My heart moved again. The allusion of "Qiu bearded guest" mentioned by Song Jiu comes from the legendary story of "Three Heroes of Feng Chen" in the Tang Dynasty.
After establishing a huge power overseas, the Jianghu hero Qiu Ke prepared to attack the Central Plains and compete for the Tang Dynasty. As a result, when he went to Chang'an alone to inquire about the news, he met Li Shimin, who was named the 'King of Qin' at the time. The two of them fought against each other.
After ten games, Li Shimin's first stone in each game was "Tian Yuan", and every game was "one stone determines the Central Plains". His momentum was magnificent and unparalleled, and he finally psychologically defeated the bearded guest who wanted to compete in the Central Plains.
"What does Tiger's strange game mean? Is he trying to imitate Qiu Bearke or Li Shimin and compete for power in a certain country?"
This is Egypt, and it is not that simple to seize control of the Egyptian President. The "Rainbow Warriors", a special forces unit affiliated with the Egyptian Desert Legion, are definitely among the top ten in the global SWAT rankings for their combat effectiveness.
If Tiger wanted to bring his own martial arts forces to confront the Rainbow Warriors, he would undoubtedly be seeking death.
(The second part "The Terror Underground" is over, please watch the third part "The Strange Purgatory")