Staff Officer Zang took the bowl of sunspots handed by the cloth bag monk, and sure enough, his tentacles were warm, and he nodded and smiled: "I have seen it." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" picked up a touch chessboard, and the dinging sound was endless. Hurriedly picked it up, heard a soft chirp again, and said with a smile: "This sound is strange." The cloth bag monk grinned and said, "This chessboard is made of iron-hearted wood, and when you touch the jade, even if you move it, it will rub and make a sound." In this way, there is no need to worry about someone taking advantage of the dark. Staff Officer Zang shook his head and smiled: "It's really the heart of a villain." In this way, the direction of the fallen son must be memorized by heart? The cloth bag monk nodded and blew out the candle.

It turned out that the Budai monk chose to play blind chess against Li Moqian back then, and now he chose to play blind chess, but it was really upset when he saw the light, and he could only meditate in the dark. At this moment, Xing Shisan and the others who remained in the big tent and Sha Shamentian looked at each other in the bright candlelight, and sparks burst out in their eyes. Shamentian sneered: "What kind of weapon do you use?" Would you like to have someone bring you a sabre? Xing Shisan shook his head, casually pulled up the arm-thick candlestick on the ground, and waved it twice: "It's best to use a stick to beat a dog!" ”

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You have also heard of Miyamoto Musashi and know about the battle of Yanliu Island?" Xing 13 grinned: "I don't understand what kind of fart you are playing." Shamentian sneered and said nothing. It turns out that the swordsmen of the Wa Kingdom have always admired the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi the most. And Miyamoto Musashi's battle of fame was the battle of Yanliujima against the Warring States swordsman Kojiro Sasaki. At that time, Kojiro Sasaki had been famous for a long time, and Miyamoto Musashi was just a little-known young man. No one thought that there would be a miracle to help Musashi defeat Kojiro. However, Miyamoto Musashi rode down the river in a boat, sharpened the oars into a huge wooden sword more than two meters in size, jumped down the boat with the wooden sword, and became famous for defeating Kojiro in three rounds with clumsy and heavy overcome.

Xing 13 pulled out the iron candlestick against the samurai sword of Shamentian, which was the style of Miyamoto Musashi Yanliu Island back then. He really didn't know about this most brilliant scene in the history of the sword duel of the Wa Kingdom, but he instinctively made a coping move, and Sha Mengtian felt that he might have underestimated this Huaxia kid who seemed to be a Chinese meal.

Lao Xing didn't know, he attacked first, raised his stick like Sun Dasheng in myths and legends, and was as cold as a star, and went away quickly. Today's Sha Mentian has already realized the method of the heart and eye, that is, he does not use his eyes to observe the opponent's moves, only listens to the wind with his ears, and uses his feelings to judge the direction of the air flow of the opponent's whole body, so that he can naturally not be confused by the opponent's false moves.

He was as confident as a mountain, listening to Xing Shisan's energetic wind sound from thin to thick, from far to near, his steps were light, and he avoided several cold rays unhurriedly.

The bag monk in the dark room is nervous, he and Staff Officer Zang's game has begun, since ancient times, there is a saying that Go is not as good as the state, and the state is not as good as the heart. Since ancient times, playing Go not only pays attention to the level of chess skills, but also depends on whether the player's posture is calm and whether the mentality is not involved. But the Budai monk has his own unique opinion.

He believes that encirclement is annihilation, and annihilation is annihilation. The way of Go is the way of annihilation. The art of the game is not only to divide the victory and defeat, but also to decide life and death. Huawei culture all admires Su Dongpo, a master of Song poetry, and Su Dongpo is Po Xian, who is extremely free and easy, and the sentence of "victory is happy and defeated" is often praised by people in the chess road. But it is this Po Xian, who does not care about victory or defeat, has always hovered in the second or third rate in his chess skills all his life, and he is really happy to see it every day. On the contrary, the Budai monk, who held the idea that victory is life or defeat, and death was galloping in the Go world of the Japanese Kingdom, invincible, and strengthened his belief.

Since ancient times, Go has been divided into six realms. The first realm is called the entry, the art is happy, and there are occasional wonderful works. The second realm is called Dengtang, and he is familiar with the fall, brave and unscrupulous. The third realm is called entering the room, cautious, delicate and smart. The fourth realm is a master, who can be heavy and light, and abandon the son to seize the power. The fifth realm is called the national hand, which is both rigid and soft, strategizing, and is the wind of everyone. The Budai monk has long been the master of the country, but he just can't reach the highest sixth level realm, the holy hand realm. The ancients said: The saint of the hand is lucky, with clumsiness to win skill, in the weak place to see the power of a thousand jun, people do not do, pedestrians do not do, the so-called great ingenuity does not work, to win. It is really unbelievable that the staff officer made such a sharp move, and after a while, it was a self-determined game, and there was no precedent in the chess game.

Although there are tricks in Go such as "taking off the boots upside down" to win by defeat and resurrection by putting them to death, or "submarine hooks", which can hurt the enemy by 1,000 and damage 800 yourself, there are traces of it after all. Staff Officer Zang entered like this, just like a naughty boy who has not yet entered the child, one piece in the east and one in the west, which is neither the traditional method of "gold-wrapped silver-edged grass belly", nor the new layout style of "big avalanche inward", at best it is "antelope hanging horns", and there is no trace to be found. At worst, it is to indiscriminately enter and die by yourself. But you have to say that this person's chess skills are too poor and don't know how to pretend to understand, in the dark room, he fell into the chess pieces but also slowly windy, a son did not fall outside the chess table, obviously is not unfamiliar with the most difficult blind chess in Go, and the ability to remember mental arithmetic is even more amazing.

Could it be that this is the so-called eclectic flow of clouds and rivers in the realm of the Holy Hand, which is not done by people and not by pedestrians? But there is really such a big connoisseur in Huaxia, why have you never heard of it? Go is different from other games, it focuses on talent, and the so-called 20-year-old player who does not become a national player has no hope for life. However, the well-informed Budai monk knew that only the Northern Song Dynasty in Huaxia had a special case of an unknown chess saint's middle-aged epiphany. At that time, there was a middle-aged Confucian student in Kaifeng City in the Northern Song Dynasty, and he went to the tea house one day to meet someone to play a game. Because he didn't understand Go, he casually said a wrong thing and was laughed at, and he stared at the chess table angrily for three days and three nights without sleep or food, suddenly nodded, and said thoughtfully, isn't this Heluo Shu? then swept the chess world, and no one could match him again.

Could it be that he was really so unlucky that he met an unknown chess saint of the new era in China? When the Budai monk was puzzled, the battle between Xing Shisan and Shamentian had reached a dangerous situation where he didn't have time to think.

Xing Shisan is completely instinctive to avoid the sword that will be destroyed by the sky of the Shamen, and the hand of the world is extremely accurate, and the shot is a combo, and the moves are cut in the same place of the candlestick, and in a few strokes, the candlestick will be cut off like a cucumber. After a while, Xing Shisan only had an iron rod long in his hand, and he didn't know that it was good, so he threw the iron rod at the sky of Shamentian, not caring about a decent lazy donkey rolling. With a snort, Sha Mentian split the iron rod, and a sword grazed his back, and the cold sword wind stirred goosebumps behind Xing Shisan's back.

And the barracks in the midst of the battle have long been scarred and have become open-air camps, and the stars of the heavens shine on everything, and they can see clearly, but they can't seem to see the prospect clearly.

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In the passage where there is no way out, Ma Wanli's voice seems to be talking about a dream that will never wake up: "In the early years, your Uncle Ma's legitimate livelihood in Mulin City was to collect corpses. This is the most important thing in the lower five gates. I am the lowest among the living, I am the highest among the dead, and I am indispensable everywhere. ”

"The dead in large families have coffins, and they have their own pre-selected graves. When the funeral was held, four people carried it and eight people carried it, so I didn't need to send it on the road. But when the poor people who couldn't afford to eat or buy coffins died, they had to prepare two taels of white dry meat and half a catty of pig's head meat, come to me to drag the corpse, and pull the grave outside the city to bury it. ”

"A straw mat is rolled up, a hemp rope is bundled, a hole is dug into the desolate grave, and a loess grave is raised, and the life of the poor is over. But having no money to buy a coffin has the advantage of not having money, at least no one is fighting the idea of a poor grave. The rich are different, the rich have died, don't drag the corpse, but you have to go through my hands, that's called holding the corpse. ”

"What do you mean by holding a corpse? When a rich person dies, he can't get out of the coffin immediately, so he has to clean up the dead and lie there for two days, one to tell the family to say goodbye, and the other to show the neighbors left and right. But this man died for two days and came as soon as he let things go, and it must have tasted. Even if you can't see and smell it from a distance, you can still kill people when you get closer. ”

"And the smell of corpses is secondary, and when the dead are finished in those days and should be in the coffin, you can't carry them. Why? Because a vertebra is standing at the back of the human stomach, the vertebrae will be plated after a long death, and they will no longer be active. If three or four people lift their hands and feet, and one of them is uneven, it can't be seen from the outside, and the spine may be broken inside. Damaging the body is disrespectful to the dead. Therefore, if a serious person can take out a few in his pocket, when sending the body of his family into the coffin, he will find a single person who can withstand the smell of the corpse and put the corpse in the coffin with steady hands and feet. ”

"This is not a job that can be done by Bai Gan'er pig's head meat. At that time, your Uncle Ma was in the city to hold the corpse for no two prices, four dishes and one soup, enough to eat, and another 200 yuan. Don't look at your Uncle Ma as an unlucky person, he is inferior to the third class in front of people, and no one takes care of him in the grass hut on the mass grave, and his life is very nourishing! ”

"But your Uncle Ma is a little greedy, Mulin was not a big city at that time, and the rich people in the city who held the corpse money could be counted on their fingers. Besides, people can live every day, but they can't die every day. I was greedy for this money too slowly, and every time I carried the corpse into the coffin, I saw so many good things in the coffin. Do you say that when a person dies, he still leaves good things for him? Isn't that wasteful? Anyway, I dragged the dead to the mass graves outside the city for the poor to dig pits and bury them, digging and digging, thinking about the good things in the coffins of the rich people, and digging deep and crooked without paying attention, and going underground to dig the pit into the coffin of the rich family......"