Chapter two hundred and eighty seventh chess magic
Buzz…
As Su Ping'an's literary energy moved, the chess board in front of him immediately shook slightly, "It really works!"
Su Ping'an was overjoyed, and then quickly increased his literary input.
Uh-huh...
As Su Ping'an poured in all his strength, the chess board in front of him suddenly shone brightly, and then the entire chess board gradually submerged into the ground.
"this……"
Just when Su Ping'an was at a loss, he discovered that the arena beneath his feet had changed.
I saw ink-colored chess paths spreading out quickly on the arena, as if someone was holding a brush and drawing a chessboard invisibly. The chess paths spread to the opposite side, and then in an instant, the entire arena turned into a chessboard.
A huge chessboard.
The chess path even passed through Meng Erhu's chess net, and even the opponent became a piece on the chessboard.
Su Ping'an looked even happier, but as he looked at it, he felt something was wrong. Although there was a chessboard,... where were the chess pieces?!
"No, there seems to be something missing on the chessboard..."
Su Ping'an paid attention to the chessboard in the arena painting and took a closer look. He found that the chessboard was not complete because there were still two important signs missing in the center of the chessboard.
"Is it because the chessboard is incomplete that the chess pieces did not appear?!"
Thinking of this, Su Ping'an waved the brush in his hand, immediately made ink with literary style, and then filled in the two missing marks in the void with a swipe of the brush.
That's exactly...
Chuhe!
Han Jie!
boom!
As soon as these two words were written, they disappeared into the void instantly. Following a roar from the ring, a huge black shadow appeared in the sky. The black shadow ignored Meng Erhu's chess net.
The barrier, carrying a heavy pressure, went straight towards Meng Erhu to suppress it.
"WTF?!"
Meng Erhu was about to increase the power of the catastrophe against Su Ping'an, but suddenly he heard a strange sound above his head. He didn't even have time to see what it was before he felt a strong crisis.
He was startled, then quickly rolled to the side like a lazy donkey.
boom!
As soon as he got out of the way, he saw a huge stone monument hit the place where he was sitting cross-legged just now. A dent was made in the fine iron arena, which showed how terrifying the force of this blow must be.
Then Meng Erhu looked at the stone tablet again and saw two large ink characters written on it, Han Jie!
"That's okay?!"
This time it was Meng Erhu's turn to be confused.
But before he could calm down, there was another strange rumble in the air. This time, before Meng Erhu could make a move, he saw a flood suddenly falling from the sky and pouring directly on Meng Erhu's head.
There was a crash...
Meng Erhu was swept away by the flood on the spot. Fortunately, the flood did not last long and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Looking at Meng Erhu again, although he was not injured, he was turned into a drowned rat.
He was extremely embarrassed.
Meng Erhu fell down on the ring in a daze, and murmured in surprise, "This is...Chuhe?!"
"Fuck!"
"Is chess so powerful?!"
"What kind of magical powers are these?"
Seeing that Su Ping'an only wrote four words, Meng Erhu became what he is now, and everyone under the ring opened their mouths and were dumbfounded.
The offensive techniques of Go were already very weird before, but I didn’t expect that the methods of Xiangqi now are no longer willing to give in. Each one is more evil than the other!
It was a stab in the ass—an eye-opener!
"This guy's chess can actually borrow the power of heaven and earth. How is this possible?"
The students in the Wen Palace couldn't believe it all.
Then someone said: "There is nothing impossible. Since chess was created and promoted, and it can also cultivate literary spirit, it means that it has already been recognized by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Since it has been recognized by the Dao of Heaven and Earth
recognition, then why can’t we borrow the power of heaven and earth?”
"But... chess has only been around for so long, and it can have such power. Isn't this too unfair to Go?"
A student from the chess academy said angrily.
In their view, Go is the orthodox chess game. After all, it has been circulated for thousands of years. It is not easy to practice and study, and it is even more difficult to accumulate literary spirit. Therefore, even chess has been recognized by the world, but at least it should have strong and weak points.
divided.
This is like raising a son in a family. Playing Go is a biological son, and a person who has mastered chess is an adopted son. Although they are both sons, an adopted son cannot be treated the same as a biological son.
As soon as these metaphorical words were spoken, many scholars from the Wen Palace immediately echoed and nodded their heads.
But Bai Hao, who was in the crowd, had a different opinion after hearing this, and said: "Have you ever thought about what if this chess piece is not an 'adopted son' but a 'biological son'? Parents generally love their elders more.
Xiao, if we analyze it according to this idea, if Go can be treated the same as Xiangqi, does that mean that Go still takes advantage?"
"..."
These words made all the students shut up immediately.
The thinking is so clear, isn’t it?!
The elder Qing next to him had not made any move, but when he heard this explanation, he frowned slightly, and then murmured to himself in a voice that no one else could hear, "This chess has been popularized so quickly not long after it came out.
Moreover, it’s easy to get started, and it’s faster to accumulate knowledge than others. Compared with Go, doesn’t this mean that the ‘parents’ are partial?!”
Then he moved from chess to people, and when he looked at 'Su Pingan' on the ring, he immediately didn't like anything about it.
It is so difficult for others to practice one path, but both paths are so difficult, but he is still such a monster when he practices four paths, so who is "favored" by this guy?!
…
In the ring, Su Ping'an had no time to care about the thoughts of those under the ring.
After he had added the 'Chu River' and 'Han Realm' with his own hands, rows of people and objects quickly appeared on the big chessboard transformed from the arena under his feet... No, more accurately, they should be chess pieces.
Looking carefully, one can see that among the nine grids of the chessboard, a general in a red cloak is sitting in the middle palace. He is guarded by two soldiers in golden armor, followed by two powerful elephants standing on both sides, raising their noses and waving their ears.
It's very extraordinary; there are also chariots, horses, cannons, and small soldiers... Each chess piece has turned into a corresponding person and object and stood on the chess position. They have no appearance, but they all have battle armor, and each of them has a unique personality.
A strong killing spirit.
"This is my war chess?!"
Su Pingan looked at the people and objects that appeared in front of him and opened his mouth in surprise. Then he felt keenly that more than half of the literary energy in his body was consumed in an instant.
Obviously, to realize these things, we also need to rely on literary spirit.
But looking at the sudden appearance of so many soldiers in front of him, Su Ping'an became so proud that he had the illusion of becoming a general. Then he raised his head and looked at Meng Erhu on the other side of the chess net.
There was a trace of expectation: "Okay, the chariots and horses are ready, now let's see my chess skills!"