Lin Chongyang can play chess, but he can't say how proficient it is. He doesn't often play chess with others, let alone study the chess records.
However, even so, his apprentice, who is proficient in chess, has not been able to defeat him in even one game for so many years.
The reason is very simple, it simply can’t be calculated, that’s all.
For Zonghengzi, chess is a profound art that requires him to study it throughout his life.
He will not be obsessed with winning or losing. For him, every time he loses, he is closer to victory, and he can improve himself through failure.
If you lose this time, it will be even more difficult to lose next time. If you lose again next time, it means that this time the opponent is stronger than before.
No matter he wins or loses, he enjoys the process of playing chess. Playing chess with someone like his master who relies purely on calculation power is nothing more than a kind of training for him.
Lin Chongyang didn't care about chess skills or knowledge, as long as he knew the rules and played within the rules to beat his opponent.
However, most people play chess just for fun. People who are not extremely talented and dedicated to studying chess will find it difficult to understand the subtle differences.
"If I am unable to do anything, I will ask my senior brother for help." Zong Hengzi is not averse to asking for help: "If it doesn't work, I will have to trouble my master."
Today's Zonghengzi cannot do such things as the earth is a board and the people are a chess piece, but he is still very happy to do reverse calculations against some conspirators.
"Ha, good."
A chuckle, accompanied by a compliment, the last piece fell, and the winner was determined.
He was relieved that his mind was not rigid. Although a game of chess requires no regrets, a person's life is far more than just the word "chess".
As long as Zong Hengzi quits gambling, no matter whether he chooses to continue playing chess or joins Confucianism, the impact will not be big.
However, if you can take the right path, it is naturally the best to take the right path.
Generally speaking, he is the one who reassures him the most among his three apprentices.
A game of chess brought a perfect end to this meeting.
"Master, are you going to go back directly?"
At the same time as he spoke, Zonghengzi reviewed the chess game just now in his mind.
Although playing chess with Master is not fun at all, if you learn from Master's chess skills and then play chess with others, the fun will suddenly increase.
In these few days, although he was the one who was tempered, he also gained a lot.
"I'm going to pay my respects to my old friend on the way. If there's nothing else, I'll go back after a while."
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Lin Chongyang was not planning to stay in Wenfeng Valley for a long time. In addition to fulfilling his promise to Sui Wutuan, he came out this time to relax.
There are some things that he can look away from just because he wants to.
As he said before, the ignorant are fearless. The more you know, the greater the pressure you will feel.
At his level, even an occasional intuition means that something big may happen, let alone a dream.
This was something that shouldn't have happened, but it actually happened, and after waking up from the dream, he only remembered what he had dreamed about.
The specific content has been completely forgotten, and there is no clue to follow, just like the memory he is missing.
The conflict between divinity and humanity, combined with the things that happened to him, inevitably made him a little confused, and it was this little confusion that made his heart confused.
That's why he took people to make swords and walked around to meet his old friends.
After staying for a few more days to urge Zonghengzi to leave his martial arts behind, Lin Chongyang left from Wenfeng Valley.
"Oh, we don't have much time."
After sending the person away, Zong Hengzi counted the time and couldn't help but sigh.
Based on Master's resolute character, now that the decision has been made, it is estimated that the succession of Junior Brother will only take a few hundred years.
When the two of them communicated some time ago, things in Zhanyun Realm were just getting on track. To assimilate their thoughts, at least three generations of inheritance would be needed.
Combining the two, it is conservatively estimated that he will only have three hundred years to relax.
For innate people, only three hundred years...
Just enough for one retreat.
After comprehensive consideration, Zong Hengzi, as the leader, decided to get up and enjoy this last leisurely moment after arranging the affairs properly.
Target--
West Wulin!
I just happened to drop by to visit my senior brother, and then see what he was busy with. Anyway, he has been living quite leisurely these years, and if he continues like this, he will be ruined.
On the other side, Lin Chongyang, who had left Wenfeng Valley, did not choose to travel in a rainbow due to personal reasons.
As long as the destination is clear, there is actually no difference between leaving early or late, as you will arrive anyway.
In the process, he wanted to see more of this vast mortal world and all living beings.
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Dang, Dang, Dang!
"Hey, Xue Hua Luo, it's delicious and not expensive. Give it a try when you pass by!"
The tapping sound of the ice cup sounded from time to time, very clear, accompanied by a unique shout, which was also unique in this market:
“What’s given is a lot, what’s served is a lot, it’s cold, sweet and delicious!”
Because of the large flow of people, most melon stalls choose to cut the melons into pieces and sell them separately. The seller shakes the cattail leaf fan, shoos away flies, and shouts:
"A big watermelon, with crispy flesh, a big watermelon with chunks as big as a boat..."
The hawking sound is long and sweet, the image is vivid, and very pleasant to the ear. Many people are willing to spend a few pennies to have a taste.
In the market, traders from all over the world spread out their goods, either holding big umbrellas at their stalls, or pushing small carts, and kept selling, and there was an endless stream of people.
Since the Battle of the Five Summits in the past, Nan Wulin has not experienced much turmoil. Even the disaster of Mo Fo Bo Xun a few decades ago has not affected this place.
Sitting at a tea stall, Lin Chongyang saw only a prosperous scene in front of him.
Because the handling was relatively clean back then, there was no chance for the second generation of evil kings to be born. Naturally, the Southern Wulin did not need to experience the disaster of war and sword plague again. The turmoil caused by the Yi clan at that time was resolved in just a few decades. recover.
I wonder how long this kind of prosperity can last?
He asked himself, but could not answer himself, because there would be another March catastrophe in the future, which would directly involve the various sects in the Southern Wulin and cause turmoil.
The establishment of the Jianghu sect is responsible for local public security. A plan to create heaven will bring a lot of bloodshed.
People who are in a state of self-doubt leave the tea stall after paying.
Then, he found a tavern and bought a jar of wine with three copper coins.
"Sir, the wine you requested."
"Thank you."
The person carrying the wine jar even heard the shopkeeper say after going out:
"I thought he was a fat sheep, but he turned out to be a poor man, and his clothes were all in vain."
Lin Chongyang laughed it off and didn't care. After all, his best friend didn't like complicated things, so it would be nice if they were simpler.
