After passing the level of piano sound, it was followed by three levels: chess, calligraphy, and painting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This chess, also known as the sand table, is like the two countries at war, using small flags to represent the strength of troops, and playing a game on the square sand table.

The Wen family has been in power for thousands of years, and it is no longer an attitude of staying out of the way, on the contrary, in the military, the literati and Confucian scholars also have a great right to speak.

It is rumored that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty loved to play chess, in his opinion, chess is the same as the battlefield, there are wins and defeats, there are wins and losses, and more importantly, playing chess is really like fighting in the field, it is necessary to arrange troops, need to analyze calmly, and need to be able to command troops.

Therefore, this chess skill has always been listed as the most integrated point of the culture of the Wen family and the soldiers.

There are three thousand art of war, and morality ranks first, this is the contemporary, the Tang Dynasty's requirements for warriors and commanders.

Li Bai came to this level, looked at the unfinished sand table on the table, and smiled slightly.

Since he was a child, Li Bai has loved to recite the art of war, and it can be said that Li Bai has already had a belly of the art of war in his stomach at this moment, and the next sand table deduction is not a problem.

These sand tables are all endgames, and the situation is biased to one side, and these students must choose the inferior side to turn the game around, of course, these sand tables The inferior side has a chance to turn defeat into victory, but whether to win or not depends entirely on the individual.

Li Bai came to a table and gave a salute.

"Student Li Bai, please give the teacher advice."

"Childe, please."

The chess master smiled and nodded.

Li Bai sat down and looked at the sand table in front of him.

The latter is in charge of the red side, and the red side represents the southern tribes, while the blue side, that is, the chess master controls the side, is the Tang Dynasty.

Looking at the sand table, Li Bai fell into deep thought, this sand table deduction seems to be a battle between the southern tribes and the Tang Dynasty a hundred years ago, the latter is familiar with the literature and history of the Tang Dynasty, and he still remembers this battle vividly.

At that time, this battle determined whether the Southern Tang Dynasty could be stable, but it was a sensation at the time, and the focus of the entire Great 6 turned to this battle, that is, after this battle, it was only after this battle that the Tang Dynasty shocked the southern tribes for more than a hundred years, in exchange for this hundred years of stability.

Although the battle was won by the Tang Dynasty, it was a fluke at that time, and the southern tribes who could have won the victory in this battle in one fell swoop made a very small mistake, which was this small mistake that allowed the military god at that time to seize the opportunity to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop and achieve victory. Afterwards, the god-like existence of Tiance Mansion secretly sighed, and he was afraid.

Putting away his thoughts, Li Bai took a deep breath and began to arrange the troops, hundreds of thousands of troops were alive in Li Bai's hands, like the fingers of the arm, one by one arrays were like dragons and tigers under Li Bai's hands, so that the chess masters on the side couldn't help but look sideways for a while.

The chess field is the battlefield at the moment, the soldiers meet each other, the battle is a mess, any mistake is fatal, besides, Li Bai knows the battle a hundred years ago, and he is even more cautious.

Li Bai knew that this battle was due to the hesitation of the southern tribes, who did not dare to declare war on them head-on, and wanted to exchange the least losses for victory.

But they didn't know that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were well-trained, so that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had a buffer time, and made a good delay for reinforcements and backhands.

Li Bai looked at the strength of the opponent with five times the strength in his hand, and in his eyes, countless small flags in his hand changed the formation, beat the drum and sounded, looked at the chess master, and gave the signal for the decisive battle!

Suddenly, the whole chessboard was murderous, although it was just a small flag, but in the eyes of the two, there were millions of troops, the killing was monstrous, and the blood flowed like a river...

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After a long time, the two put down the small flag, and couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw that the blue base camp was being enriched with red at the moment.

In this battle, Li Bai wins!

Li Bai got up and saluted slightly: "Thank you, teacher." ”

The chess master shook his head, looked at Li Bai, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't dare to take this thank you, the old man has always done things clearly, and there is no favoritism and fraud. ”

The chess player stood up and took the hammer bone: "Ring the golden bell and move on to the next level." ”

Li Bai gave another salute, rang the golden bell, and entered the next level.

This is a test of calligraphy.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that words are like people.

And this literati is more about looking at people with words, and considering a person's conduct.

This level is simple.

Just write one word and you're done.

This level is difficult.

Even if you are outstanding, you may fall off this level.

This level is as simple as walking on the ground.

This level is difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky.

The most important thing is that there is only one proctor in this level, but this one has an extraordinary background.

This is an old man with gray hair and cloudy eyes, at a glance, the old man is like a beggar on the side of the road, sloppy and sloppy, without a trace of being a literati without thinking, with a decadence all over his body, and the whole person has no vitality.

The only thing that stands out is that the old man has a chin-length eyebrow.

Seeing this old man, Li Bai was shocked, this one is very scary.

The old man in front of him is the only Mr. An Da in the entire Tang Dynasty!

That's right, it's Mr. Big!

Since ancient times, all the literati and Confucian scholars who have achieved fame in the Tang Dynasty will be awarded the titles of Mr. and Doctor, but this name of Mr. has been the only one since ancient times!

The old man's name is An Feng, and he has never tested his fame from beginning to end, but his deeds have spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, even if he is the son of heaven, His Majesty the Tang Emperor, also admires Mr. An Da very much, so the title of Mr. Da is also canonized by the Tang Emperor himself.

Mr. An Da is very indifferent to fame and fortune, has no fame, and is not involved in government politics, but this old man has a keen eye to see through everything!

"The handwriting is square, the heart is broad, you have the bearing to accommodate a thousand mountains, you are modest, you are kind, yes, you have passed this level."

The old man opened his somewhat cloudy eyes, looked at a student's words, and gave an evaluation.

Hearing this, the disciple hurriedly bowed down and bowed deeply, his eyes showing joy.

Li Bai naturally also saw that the prince, there were no less than 1,000 students in the private school academy, from the royal blood to the common people, even if it was Li Bai, he didn't recognize all of them.

"The handwriting is beautiful, but it lacks flexibility, it seems to be ethereal, but in fact it is old-fashioned, although it is serious, but the mind is not bright, you are not suitable for the court to be an official, I will write a letter in a while, you have your own place, step down."

After the old man read the words of a prince again, he quickly gave this evaluation.

The student sighed, sullen at the old man's denial, but he didn't say a word of denial, the old man's seemingly simple words, but really summed up his true heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Big."

The prince arched his hand and gave a salute.