Yan Ziyuan fell into thought, but the audience couldn't sit still.

As the head of the Confucianism generation, Yan Ziyuan, who carried forward Confucianism, not only said that he was worshiped as a god in the hearts of the people of Lu Province, not only in the hearts of the people of Lu State. Qufu City is the hometown of Confucianism in the world, and even beggars begging for food on the street can casually break a few Confucian classics.

And such a Confucian leader, who is also the first national hand of Dalu, is even more mythical in the hearts of the people. The young man sitting opposite Yan Ziyuan, who was only in his early twenties and was not well-known, how could he be Yan Ziyuan's opponent who had been famous for fifty years?

Before the game begins, that's what everyone in the room thinks. But as time went on, as the game wore on, they slowly realized that something was wrong. Yan Ziyuan was playing chess more and more slowly, while on the contrary, the young man sitting opposite him was playing faster and faster. Such a development began to slowly shake the belief in their hearts, could it be that this young man could really win Yan Ziyuan?

It wasn't until Hei 169's hand settled and Yan Ziyuan fell into a long test that the people gradually realized something.

Whether you can see it or not, Yan Ziyuan's reaction has already shown one thing, that is, the white son he holds on the field is now at a disadvantage.

There are few people who come to watch chess and many people who come to watch the excitement, but fortunately, there are several chess players who make a living by commenting chess games outside the court.

One of the commentators surnamed Li said: "Ladies and gentlemen, please see, the black 137 hand divides the white into two sections, which can be called a wonderful hand, and although the white 138 hand under Mr. dealt with properly, it can only stop the loss in time, but it is to give away the advantage." And the balance of power on the field also began to change from this move, all the way down to the black 169 hands, in fact, the situation on the field has been basically finalized, and the variables have been very small. But we can see that Mr. Yan has fallen into a long test for Bai 170 hands, and he has not fallen for a long time. ”

Some viewers asked, "What is a long exam?" ”

Several people who usually watch chess glanced at this person with disdain and said: "It's just thinking for a long time, I don't understand this, what kind of chess are you watching?" ”

Li Xie continued: "Actually, in my opinion, Mr. Yan should have fallen into the long test as early as Bai 138, and now he is thinking about recovering the disadvantage on the field, which is really a little late." I wonder what the officials think? ”

Someone asked, "Is Mr. Yan going to lose?" ”

Li Xie glanced at the person who asked the question, and replied with some hesitation: "Don't dare to say anything." ”

......

Luo Zhongzheng looked at Yan Ziyuan, who was caught in the long exam on the high platform, and his brows were twisted.

Ren Shou looked at the demeanor of the friend beside him, and his palms were also sweating. Although the two of them joked in their mouths, saying that they wanted to see Mr. Yan lose a game, but it was a joke after all, and the two of them actually didn't think that Yan Ziyuan, who was serious about playing chess, would lose.

"Zhongzheng, if it were you, white 170 hands, what would you do?"

Sweat drops were already oozing from Luo Zhongzheng's head, which showed that except for Yan Ziyuan on the high platform, he was not idle: "As early as 138 hands, you should have thought of a way, forget it, there is no point in saying these things now." If it's me....... Will I choose this white 170 hands to be here? No way...... This? Still doesn't work......"

Although Ren Shoushou knew that the situation was very tense at this time, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw Luo Zhongzheng's self-talking.

Luo Zhongzheng, who had some magic obstacles, shook his head vigorously and said: "I can't think of it, they all say that the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear, but now I, a bystander, don't know what to do." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Yan Ziyuan had been thinking about it for an hour.

......

In fact, not only Yan Ziyuan on the high platform fell into contemplation, but also the audience outside the arena sweated for him, even Chen Ziyou, who was sitting opposite him, began to think about the next move of white chess.

Guessing the opponent's moves, repeatedly deducing the simulation, and finally determining the response plan are what every chess player has to do. Although many times, your guess will not be implemented and your opponent's move will surprise you, but you still have to guess.

Yan Ziyuan took the test for nearly an hour, and Chen Ziyou also thought about it for an hour, and his mind had already deduced more than a dozen possible response plans for white chess, and among these dozen plans, black chess could win four and a half times.

And at this moment, Yan Ziyuan finally picked up a white child.

White 170 hands, volley into the black formation!

As if there was thunder on the flat ground, a strong murderous aura rushed towards Chen Ziyou, pressing him almost out of breath, this murderous move not only made Chen Ziyou's whole body shrink, but many chess players outside the court couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines.

Luo Zhongzheng and Song Qunshan were inexplicably shocked, their eyes widened, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Su Zhe, who has always been praised for his demeanor as a celebrity in the Central Plains, the right minister of Lu who has been up and down in officialdom for more than ten years, couldn't help but stand up.

With the reaction of these national players, gradually, more and more chess players reacted.

Almost at the same time, the three national players spoke in unison.

Until ten minutes later, Chen Ziyou still couldn't make a way to deal with it, and Li Jie, who was poor in chess, finally reacted.

After playing from Bai's 170 hands, the commentator suddenly stopped talking, and Li Commentary, who couldn't understand this move for a while, just felt a chill in his neck inexplicably, as if there was a knife on his neck.

When many viewers saw him like this, they all asked curiously: "Lao Li, why don't you explain?" What is the name of this move? ”

The commentator, known as Lao Li, slowly moved his gaze away from the big chessboard behind him, looked at the audience outside the arena, and then slowly spit out four words from his mouth.

"One hand of God!"

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Luo Zhongzheng, who couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, glanced at Ren Kezhi, Yan Ziyuan's move is still repeated in his mind, although Chen Ziyou's black 171 hand has made the best response in the future.

Because Yan Ziyuan made an earth-shattering divine hand, in order to respond, Chen Ziyou also thought about it for half an hour, and finally settled on the black 171 hand, in his opinion, this is already the best response.

After all, the game has reached the end of the middle game, and there are not many places where you can land.

For the first time, Chen Ziyou took a serious look at the old man in front of him, who was only ninety years old, with a pale face and gray hair, he had a fairy demeanor, but the faint smile on his face made him seem approachable.

The old man, who had been stable for a whole game, made a hand of gods that was enough to pass on to future generations at a time when everyone thought that the long exam was meaningless.

It seemed that the white dragon, who had retreated for a whole game, finally showed its hideous minions and pounced on the black dragon who was gradually panicking.

Chen Ziyou couldn't help but warn himself in his heart: You must be calm! The situation on the field is still uncertain, if you want to eat me, I will also pull a layer of skin from you!

And from this moment on, the next twenty or so chess moves, both of them are playing faster and faster.

On the one hand, Chen Ziyou, who did not admit defeat, and on the other hand, Yan Ziyuan, whose demeanor became more and more relaxed after making a move.

The black and white sons of the two fell to each other, and the crisp sound of the chess pieces falling made the Lu Guoda figures closest to the high platform hear it clearly.

Under the influence of White's 170 moves, although Black has been fighting stubbornly, down to 196 moves, Black's right six sons are raised, and the situation on the court finally turns in White's favor.

And at this point, the mid-game can finally be said to be completely over.

The next step is to enter the final stage.

Luo Zhongzheng and Ren Keshou breathed a long sigh of relief, completely relieved, and Song Qunshan and the deans of the academies were also relieved.

Su Zhe shook his head with pity on his face, in his opinion, this young man from Weiguo Academy had done the best he could, even if he was in that position, he would never be able to compare to him, but he still lost after all.

Lu Guogong, who couldn't see why, couldn't sit still, and asked, "Why did Su Xiangguo shake his head?" Could it be that the winner has already been decided? ”

Su Zhe said with a smile: "The victory and defeat have been divided, and Mr. Yan has won." ”

A doctor couldn't help but speak: "Did Su Xiangguo say this too early?" Although the middle game has ended, it is true that white has a winning momentum, but after 192 moves, there are still many complicated officials on the scene. ”

Su Zhe glanced at the doctor who spoke out to disagree, and a sneer unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The doctor's face turned red, but he didn't feel that what he said was wrong, even if the young Xiangguo in front of him was also a national player, but after all, he had played chess for decades, and he was still confident in his judgment of the chess game.

And the fact is indeed as he said, after Bai 192's hand was settled, there were still many complicated officials left on the scene, so Chen Ziyou still insisted on resisting and repeatedly thinking about different ending methods.

When Lu Guogong also cast an inquiring glance at Su Zhe, Su Zhe put away a sneer on his face, replaced it with a very respectful smile, and said: "Feng Zizi, who created the style of chess, was born twenty years ago, and swept the national players of ten countries in three years after his debut, Wu and Yue, Lin Qiren and Wang Bugui were in charge of the two countries, but they vomited blood and died after the game with Feng Zizai. The last battle of such a talented chess player came to Qufu in my Dalu, and the opponent was none other than Mr. Yan. The story of this has been spread in the streets, and the minister will not repeat it here. However, the national players of all countries are convinced of Feng Zizi's evaluation of Mr. Yan after losing the chess. ”

Su Zhe stood up, first gave a deep salute to Lu Guogong, and then turned to the direction of Yan Ziyuan on the high platform, performing a etiquette between chess players.

Su Zhe, who was full of conviction, said: "If you are undefeated in the middle game, Mr. Yan will end up invincible!" ”