After abandoning the sunspot in the upper left corner, Fang Wenlong, who entered the middle game, was already far behind Chen Ziyou in terms of layout.

The people outside the field also saw this, and they couldn't help but marvel in their hearts, in their opinion, the game in this game should be evenly matched, but no one thought that not long after it started, Fang Wenlong's sunspot fell behind.

Fang Wenlong is more anxious than anyone else at the moment, he came to participate in this last round of competition with a glimmer of hope of winning, although he knows that Chen Ziyou's strength is stronger than his own, but the chessboard is like life, with big ups and downs, ups and downs, there will always be a glimmer of life.

Seizing this line of vitality in order to recover the disadvantage is called a clever hand.

Unlike many hard-working scholars, Fang Wenlong was only introduced to Go when he was three years old, and his father Fang Xiaoru was a national player of the Qin State, and Fang Wenlong's chess style was also quite influenced by him. Fang Xiaoru studied under Yan Ziyuan, and his chess style was naturally deeply influenced by Yan Ziyuan, smart and elegant, but not losing his calmness, strong in the layout and mid-game, and slightly weaker in the end.

At this moment, Fang Wenlong looked at the situation that had just entered the middle game, and a few drops of cold sweat unconsciously oozed from his head, he didn't think that he could hold on to the closing stage.

Trick?

Where is it?

Fang Wenlong's eyes stared at the criss-crossing chessboard.

On the contrary, Chen Ziyou, who was sitting opposite, saw Fang Wenlong's expression and unconsciously sighed in his heart.

"He's in a hurry."

At the same time, in Qufu Academy, Luo Zhongzheng said.

Song Qunshan sighed and said: "He was too anxious to recover his current disadvantage, and he rushed to the doctor." ”

At this time, the two national players who have been famous in the Dalu chess world for many years finally understood that the reason why Yan Ziyuan was able to conclude that the chess game could end in the middle game was that Fang Wenlong would be in a hurry.

Yan Ziyuan smiled and looked at the nineteen criss-crossing chessboards. In fact, a few decades ago, the Go chessboard was not what it is now, when the chessboard was 17 vertical and horizontal, 289 in total, and 150 black and white chess pieces. After Yan Ziyuan took over the burden of Confucianism, he also became the national hand, and began to reform, and the nineteen chessboards were first prevalent in the Lu country, and then the princes and countries all complied with the reform, and finally evolved into the current situation.

Nineteen vertical and horizontal, three hundred and sixty-one intersections, more than a star and a half more than the previous seventeen chess games.

......

The game between Fang Wenlong and Chen Ziyou quickly divided the winner and loser, and as Yan Ziyuan expected, the chess game reached the middle of the game, and Heizi had lost room to resist.

Chen Ziyou raised his head politely and looked at Fang Wenlong first.

Fang Wenlong also raised his head and took his eyes off the chessboard, he understood what Chen Ziyou meant, stood up, bowed slightly and said, "Classmate Xu's chess skills are exquisite, and Wenlong is willing to bow down." ”

Chen Ziyou also stood up and returned the salute.

From beginning to end, Chen Ziyou's behavior was very etiquette, which inevitably made Fang Wenlong wonder, after getting along in the past few days, Fang Wenlong always felt that Chen Ziyou was not very attentive to etiquette. But it seems that in the game of chess, Chen Ziyou is particularly concerned about etiquette.

"Fang Wenlong abandoned his son and admitted defeat, and the winner was Xu Xiaoli from Liucheng Academy!"

The crowd applauded, although there was nothing thrilling about the game.

In Qufu Academy, Luo Zhongzheng finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Yan, how are you sure that Fang Wenlong will lose so early?" ”

Yan Ziyuan smiled slightly and said, "Depose the hundred schools and respect Confucianism." Being able to write such a radical article shows his temperament, and a person's chess style is deeply influenced by his temperament. ”

The first time they heard Yan Ziyuan take the initiative to evaluate Fang Wenlong, they were stunned, they had never been able to figure out Yan Ziyuan's opinion on the article written by Fang Wenlong, it turned out that in Yan Ziyuan's opinion, was it too radical to depose Confucianism from the hundred schools?

Yan Ziyuan looked at the deans sitting there, and after a long time, he said: "It is true that Confucianism is declining, but have you ever thought that Confucianism arose in the era of a hundred schools of thought, and it is the product of the collision of various ideas. It's hard to erase other genres, but it's achievable. But what if it did? Resting on our laurels for a long time, we don't need to be squeezed by external forces, and our own problems are enough to destroy us. The original intention of Meng Fuzi to establish Confucianism was to hope that Confucianism would flourish, rather than be a monopoly. I have already felt the urgent desire of you to find a way out for Confucianism, and it is true that deposing Confucianism will be a way out, but there will be an end to this road. In Yan Ziyuan's life, he dominated the world for the first 30 years, and devoted himself to Confucianism for the last 60 years, but he regretted wasting the first 30 years. ”

Luo Zhongzheng and Ren Shou glanced at each other, Yan Ziyuan's background in the first thirty years was actually extremely mysterious in the eyes of many deans, and it seemed that only the deans of the older generation knew something, but they were all secretive. Today is also the first time I have heard Yan Ziyuan mention his life in the first 30 years.

Yan Ziyuan smiled self-deprecatingly: "This is not a secret worth keeping, before the age of thirty, I had another name, called Pang Longjia." ”

As soon as the words fell, a dean exclaimed: "Pang Longjia who wrote "Wubei Zhi"? ”

Song Qunshan and several senior deans looked as usual, as if they had known about this for a long time, but it was the deans of the younger generation, some of them were full of confusion, and some were shocked.

Ren Keshou said slowly: "Pang Longjia, sixty years ago, was once considered to be the first person in the young generation of soldiers, the book "Wubei Zhi", which has been passed down to this day, every general of the vassal states has read it no less than ten times, and it is known as a strange book of three hundred years of military formation. Pang Longjia was still in the middle of the day at that time with a double decade of Hua out of the Great Wei, the north attacked the Xiongnu, and the border was peaceful for 20 years, and the Qin State was defeated in the west, and the Qin State did not dare to cross the Hangu Pass for 20 years, attacked the Great Chu in the south, and captured Zhuyi in the east. In the ten years before Bai Lang was born, the title of the first general of the Great Zhou has always fallen on him. But what is strange is that Pang Longjia suddenly disappeared from the world one day, and no one could find his whereabouts. ....... so"

Ren Keshou stopped talking, and looked at Yan Ziyuan with a complicated expression.

Yan Ziyuan's eyes looked out of the window a little hazy, as if he was being dragged by the past: "Yes, the Pang Longjia in Dean Ren's mouth is me." It was true that I was a member of the military family for a time, and it was not until I met Meng Fuzi, my teacher, that I completely abandoned the life that seemed to me to be faultless at that time. Learning from Meng Fuzi is a decision I will not regret in my life. ”

Yan Ziyuan doesn't seem to want to mention too much of the past, and he has also mentioned a few strokes at the moment.

Yan Ziyuan, who was dressed in plain clothes, leaned against the window, looked at the slim locust tree in the courtyard, and said softly: "I haven't seen the master, I thought that the world was in my hands. ”

He looked back and looked at the crowd with a smile, but he was already in tears.