The practitioners watching the chess game couldn't help but be in an uproar and were puzzled.
At this time, even they had already seen that according to the current solution of white chess, there was no possibility of winning. The old monk in yellow decided to stop the chess game and let the black carriage cross the stream and go up the mountain. This was a very kind move. Why did Sangsang not do it?
She seems to have no intention of accepting it. Could it be that this daughter of light really thinks she can solve this game?
The old monk in yellow was even more astonished. He frowned as he looked at the black carriage. He admired Sang Sang's courage and wisdom, but that didn't mean he thought she could crack the game. However, he didn't expect that Sang Sang didn't seem to want to accept his offer.
Good intentions, in his opinion, even if you are the noble daughter of light in Xiling Temple, it is extremely rude.
The old monk was a reclusive elder of Lanke Temple. Since he felt that the other party was rude, he was naturally a little angry. He sat down beside the chessboard on the stone table with a cold expression, took out a black chess piece from the urn and dropped it on the chessboard.
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty did not expect that Sangsang would not accept Lanke Temple's proposal to stop breaking the game. He couldn't help shaking his head repeatedly and sighed: "Do you, a little girl, really think you can win?"
Sangsang lifted up the corner of the green curtain of the carriage and looked at the newly fallen black chess piece on the chessboard. She found that the black chess piece looked very beautiful in the light of the sky leaking from the green trees. She smiled and gave the direction.
Mo Shanshan followed the instructions and picked up a white chess piece, gently landed it on the chessboard, and placed it next to the black chess piece. The autumn light reflecting off the white chess piece became brighter, as if it was going to melt the black piece.
The old monk in yellow was feeling a little annoyed at this time.
However, when he saw the position where the white chess piece fell, he felt slightly shuddering for no reason. He suddenly discovered that the trend of the white chess piece was completely different from the trend he had studied so hard in the past.
The scattered arrows composed of white chess pieces seemed to be going to another world.
This white chess piece caught him unexpectedly, so he was silent for a while before making his own response.
And just when his old fingers left the surface of the black chess piece, Sangsang's slight voice sounded again. There seemed to be no pause in the middle, and another white chess piece fell on the chessboard.
The silver-white long eyebrows of the old monk in yellow slowly floated in the autumn wind.
He looked at the mottled black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, which were entangled and conflicting with each other, and suddenly he felt a very strong sense of vigilance.
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty let out a cry of surprise again and stood beside the chessboard, looking down at it very carefully.
Sangsang's voice kept coming from the black carriage.
The white chess pieces were constantly taken out of the chess urn by Mo Shanshan, but fell calmly on the stone chessboard.
The eyebrows of the old monk in yellow are rising more and more frequently, and the expressions of caution and surprise on his old face are constantly changing. It seems that some impossible possibility is emerging.
The Southern Jin chess master's screams became more and more frequent. He leaned lower and lower from the table, and his eyes widened, as if seeing the white chess piece came to life in an incredible way.
Sangsang's voice continued to ring under the green trees.
Four or five more chess pieces fell on the stone chessboard.
The expression of the old monk in yellow became more solemn than ever before. The slightly trembling monk's clothes revealed how nervous he really was at this moment. There were even a few beads of sweat like soybeans appearing on his forehead.
"There are actually piles of statues in Luan Ke. How is this... possible? Is there really anyone in the world who can figure it out?"
The old monk in yellow looked at the endgame in front of him and muttered to himself in a very dry voice. His body seemed to have become stiff. He reached into the chess urn and touched for a long time before he found a black chess piece.
"How could anyone calculate this? Every move of the white chess piece is on a single-plank bridge. If you miscalculate one step, it will lead to the tragic ending of falling into the abyss. And every time you make a move, if you take one more step on the bridge, the danger will increase.
With each point, the difficulty of calculation increases. I have killed countless people on the chessboard in my life. Only then did I realize that the most important rule of chess is that people’s calculations are not as good as God’s calculations. No matter how amazing this little girl’s calculation power is, can she really defy God’s calculations?”
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty stared at the chessboard with wide eyes, waved his right hand and said hoarsely, not knowing whether he was helping the old monk in yellow to stabilize his mind, or whether he wanted to release the shock and anxiety in his heart.
He took out a few smooth chess pieces in the chess urn, put them in his slightly trembling right hand and kept playing with them, trying to calm himself down. His voice trembled slightly and he said: "Impossible, this is impossible."
The end game of Luan Ke was unpredictable. The practitioners who watched the chess game didn't realize that the chess game seemed to have changed a lot until now. Those who still couldn't understand looked at the beads of sweat on the forehead of the old monk in yellow and the
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty looked crazy, and he also vaguely guessed that the situation of white chess had greatly improved.
Sang Sang's voice continued to sound. At this time, she seemed a little tired, but she was still childish and accurate. What was even more shocking was that there was no pause in the middle, as if she didn't need to think at all.
The speed of the old monk in yellow became slower and slower. Every time he had to think carefully for a long time before carefully placing the black chess piece. The yellow monk's clothes on his body were soaked with sweat at some point.
There are more and more chess pieces on the stone table chessboard. The black and white colors are fighting silently in the autumn light of the mountains, just like the blending and separation of night and day in the early morning and dusk.
The court was quiet. Only the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard could be heard, the soft rustling of the green trees in the autumn wind, and the soft whisper of the autumn water flowing deep in the mountain stream.
Time has passed, the morning light has left Washan, autumn is approaching, and this game of chess has come to an end.
The old monk in yellow's right hand trembled slightly in the autumn wind, holding a black chess piece between his fingers. He looked at the stone table in front of him that was densely covered with chess pieces, but he couldn't drop it because he didn't know where to drop it.
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty stared for a long time, his eyes were extremely dry and covered with bloodshot eyes. The chess piece in his right hand was grinded into sharp gravel without knowing when, and the palm of his hand was cut, and blood flowed down his face.
Water dripped from his clenched fist and landed on a green leaf on the ground, but he didn't even know it.
He suddenly woke up and looked up at the black carriage that no longer heard the sound of chess playing. His face was full of awe and horror, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "This is God's calculation? This is God's calculation!"
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The old monk in yellow stood up slowly with great difficulty, then turned around and saluted the black carriage.
At this moment, the people watching the chess game finally confirmed that Sangsang had won, and couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamations. Practitioners who really understood chess, looking at the densely packed chess pieces on the chess board, were even more shocked and speechless, and gave rise to endless praise.
People looked at the black carriage with a look of awe in their eyes.
When they knelt down before the black carriage, people looked in awe. But at that time, people were in awe of the identity of Sangsang’s daughter of light and the powerful authority of the Xiling Temple to command the world. But now they were in awe of the presence of the daughter of light.
The purest wisdom displayed in this breakdown.
Since they practice Taoism, of course everyone understands what this pure wisdom represents.
In the past two years, the cultivating community has vaguely known that the successor to the previous throne of light is in Chang'an, but because of the cover-up intentionally or unintentionally by the Xiling Temple, they don't know who the daughter of light is.
Later, we learned that the daughter of the Guangming Minister was the daughter of the Tang Dynasty minister and the maid of the Thirteenth Master of the Academy. The spiritual community could not help but wonder what kind of potential or ability she had. To be so valued by the Xiling Temple and to be selected as the successor by the former Great Priest of Guangming
Or, until today they finally understand that everything makes sense.
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Sangsang really solved this mess. Even Ning Que couldn't believe it for a while. Of course, he was very happy, especially when he recalled that Washan was silent before. Only Sangsang's childish voice echoed by the stone table.
With the picture, the happiness and sadness of having a daughter in my family suddenly appeared in his heart.
And just when the old monk in yellow was bowing and admitting defeat, he suddenly noticed that the figure of the eminent monk from Xuankong Temple under the bridge was leaning forward slightly, as if he was paying great attention to Sangsang, and he couldn't help but feel vigilant again in his heart.
He looked away from the Buddhist chariot and asked, "Can we go up the mountain?"
Monk Guanhai had been standing by and witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of Sang Sang overcoming the chaos. He sincerely praised her: "She is indeed the legendary daughter of light. Man's calculation is better than God's calculation. Senior brother please."
Seeing the scenery of Sangsang, the big black horse proudly thought that although the mistress was ordinary, her skills were not bad, so he couldn't help but snorted happily. The horses that were grazing beside the stream heard her voice.
He heard the sound, but subconsciously he became frightened and fled up the grassy slope with chaotic steps.
The black carriage slowly drove up the stone bridge and passed the Huyue Stream.
Seeing the black carriage gradually disappearing into the depths of Washan Mountain, the practitioners looked in awe.
The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty thought of something and ran up the stone bridge. He chased in the direction of the black carriage.
The old monk in yellow should have stopped this somewhat crazy chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, but he seemed to have forgotten about it and just looked at the chess game on the stone table in silence.
He had been watching this chess game called Luan Ke for decades and was confident that he understood all the changes in the game. However, at this time, he suddenly found that the game was somewhat incomprehensible.
If it were not him but someone else who was in charge of the final game today, the black chess would have been defeated long ago before Sangsang's awe-inspiring calculation. However, it was precisely because he understood the final game better than anyone else in the world.
I had struggled for a longer time before, and my mind was extremely damaged.
The autumn breeze blows slightly.
The body of the old monk in yellow suddenly shook, and a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
"The key to a chaotic game is to use clever tricks and winding paths to lead to secluded places. However, whoever set up this endgame, how could they have thought that this person could turn the secluded and winding paths into a great passage through Yangguan Pass just by relying on calculations?"
He wiped away the blood with his monk's sleeve, looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, and said in a slightly astringent voice: "There are people in the world who are unpredictable, so this game has no meaning, so let it stay here."
As he finished speaking, the old monk in yellow waved his sleeves across the chessboard, blowing off a leaf.
Cheng Ziqing frowned and asked: "Master, if you keep this game, what will you do next?"
"If the endgame is not broken, how can we talk about getting through it? Those who want to get through it should do so on their own."
The old monk in yellow clothes said, and then he drifted away.
Hearing that they could pass this level without breaking the end game of Luan Ke, the practitioners under the big green tree were overjoyed and walked towards the stone bridge one after another. A famous Taoist from the Song Dynasty who was fond of chess fell behind. He walked to the stone table and watched
During the chess game, I subconsciously reached out to pick up a white chess piece on it, but was shocked when I found that it was not picked up.
It turns out that with the flick of the old monk in yellow before he left, I don’t know what kind of means he used to press all the black and white chess pieces into the stone chessboard. From today on, the messy game will stay with Washanhu forever.
Under the green trees beside the Yue Stream, despite the wind, frost, rain and snow, there will be no more chaos. And the legendary three games of Washan will always be missing one game.
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