unimaginable!
can not breath……
When the old man held up the chess record in his hand again, he felt an invisible pressure.
This pressure almost destroyed all the pride in the old man's heart.
He claimed to be a chess player, but suddenly he realized that he was just a chess fanatic.
Obsessed with his own chess skills, he never thought about the world he has never seen!
What makes the old man even more unacceptable is the experience of playing against Bai Song.
Bai Song's chess ability is far worse than that of a certain player on the chess record.
But Bai Song, who was far from a real chess player in the chess game, only used some superficial similarities to kill him to a rout.
In a game of less than fifty moves, this was the most disastrous defeat the old man had ever experienced since he became a chess player.
Then who is the player in the game on the chess record? What about real strength?
I'm afraid I've surpassed that chess master far away in Japan too many times...
And it was such a chess player who surpassed the contemporary chess masters countless times, but he was unable to fight back in front of another chess player.
Three rounds of chess, three consecutive defeats...
And which chess player seems to represent the truth of Go!
"This is really a fairy bureau!"
For a while, Mr. Mu Zhi burst into tears.
"This is the real fairy bureau."
Bai Song smiled, he was not surprised at all by the outcome of the chess game.
It is not difficult for an amateur second-dan master who has mastered modern chess to deal with an ancient chess master who has never seen modern chess.
Modern chess players have far surpassed the ancients in their research on fixed formulas. The Bai and Song dynasties just relied on the research results of their predecessors to know the correct answers.
These ancient chess players had no chance of winning just by relying on early formulas and layouts.
"Don't cry. I'll give you the chess record. Study it carefully. Once you study it thoroughly, the Japanese chess master will have to be replaced."
If it was before a cup of tea, Bai Song's words would definitely arouse everyone's ridicule.
But after watching the previous game of chess, no one would show disdain.
At this moment, these Japanese people finally understood that whether it was making swords or playing chess, the masters of the Tang Dynasty were among the people.
In other words, the Japanese people also understood that the Tang Dynasty was not as simple as they imagined. What they saw was only the most insignificant corner of the Tang Dynasty.
The old chess player burst into tears with gratitude for Bai Song's gift. He knelt on the ground and said three times to Bai Song: "I beg you, sir, to accept the student as your disciple. If you give me a gift, the student will not be able to repay you. I would like to stay with you and serve you in the future."
"What?!"
Bai Song was furious.
An old man in his sixties or seventies wants to worship him as his teacher? Still a Japanese devil!
How does this work?
Bai Song was about to interrupt and stop him, but the other party suddenly became emotional, pulled out a short knife and said, "If you don't agree, sir, the student will commit seppuku and commit suicide immediately!"
"ah?"
Bai Song couldn't accept it, and thought to himself, what kind of plot is this?
Japanese people commit seppuku, which is an ancestral craft. Not only in the Bai Song Dynasty, but also in the Tang Dynasty, there were only two or three cases. This ancestral craft has become quite famous.
Everyone in the Tang Dynasty knew that these Japanese people would commit suicide by committing seppuku if they disagreed with each other, and they were not just talking about it.
If Bai Song didn't agree, he might actually be cut off. What would happen?
"You...get up first, don't get too excited!"
An old man in his sixties or seventies, he was very angry. Bai Song stabbed him in the stomach without giving a clear statement.
"Ah!" Qing'er screamed in fear and covered her eyes.
Bai Song also changed his face in fear: "Stop, stop, stop! I promise, it's not enough for me to promise!"
The old man stopped immediately and made three more "dong-dong-dong" sounds: "Sir, I'm here. I'll accept three bows from the students."
I don't know if it was considered as a apprenticeship ceremony, but the old man stood up and stood next to Bai Song, as if he would save your person from now on.
The Japanese people around the key didn't find it strange at all, as if it was a normal thing.
What's this?
Bai Song was depressed. If he had known that he would stop pretending, it was just to show off. But now, he was forced to accept an old devil as his apprentice!
This old guy looks like he won't live long, and he's still serving you like shit!
He was asked to serve him for two days. If his old arms or legs got sick one day, he would have to rely on himself.
Bai Song had no thoughts about today's dinner party, and he didn't remember anything after that.
Bai Song had always been depressed. Even when Zhang Yuhan came to toast and talk to him at the banquet, Bai Song dealt with it casually. As long as he looked at this old devil behind him, he felt unhappy.
After the dinner, it was almost midnight, and the old devil returned to his residence.
Seeing the old devil leaving, Bai Song sighed: "Hey, this is really annoying!"
"Ms. sir, although this Japanese man is a little weird, I can see that he is very persistent and sincere in his desire to become a teacher! Although he is a bit old, it is not a big deal. Don't we say that a master is a teacher, so why should we care about age?"
"I inherently dislike these Japanese people."
"My husband is different from Miss Jiumei."
"Remember, Japanese women and Japanese people are completely different creatures!"
"..." Qing'er didn't understand. It was the first time she heard it, so she couldn't understand it.
Bai Song didn't want to talk anymore, sighed leisurely, and took Qing'er home.
Seeing that her husband was so depressed, Qing'er kindly comforted her: "Sir, don't we want to get closer to the Japanese people? Seeing that the chess player can get the attention of the Japanese prince, he must have a very high status among the Japanese people. He It’s a sincere apprenticeship, and we may have to rely on his relationship in the future.”
What Qing'er said was true. Bai Song thought that things were irreversible, so he just thought he had taken advantage of him.
…
The next day, the old devil's apprentice actually found the palace, and then everyone in the palace knew that his master had a Japanese apprentice who was sixty or seventy years old.
Bai Song wanted to strangle him to death. No matter what others thought, he felt that it was really embarrassing to have such a disciple.
Bai Song originally planned to go out, but when he was disturbed by this old devil, Bai Song instantly felt that he had no face to go out.
It was good that Bai Song didn't go out. The old devil pestered Bai Song to play chess and told him about the incomprehensibility in the Immortal Game.
In terms of chess ability, the old devil is definitely better than Bai Song. Bai Song can win mainly based on the experience summarized by his predecessors. If the chess game is really delayed to the middle game, Bai Song will definitely lose.
What Bai Song could tell him was the formulas from a thousand years later and some more current ideas of Go.
For example, the choice between on-the-ground and external forces.
After Bai Song's guidance, the apprentice felt suddenly enlightened, as if he had opened the door to a new world. He was so excited that he kowtowed to Bai Song, saying something like thank you for his kindness.
Seeing this apprentice, Bai Song thought of the old man of the Zheng family, who had exactly the same character.
All chess enthusiasts are alike, somewhat like old naughty boys.
Although such a person is annoying, at least he doesn't have any bad intentions. Bai Song feels that his prejudice against Japanese people should not be blamed on him.
Think about it, that's it, I accept it seriously.
