For the literati, Go is an elegant art, but for Ye Changsheng, it is just a tool to exercise his computing power.

From an early age, he could play Go, starting with only the last ten moves, then twenty moves, and then hundreds of moves at the end.

At the age of eight, his father was no longer his opponent, and in his spare time, he could only play chess games and imagine playing against ancient national players.

He didn't expect that the "gong" of literature, art, martial arts, and martial arts in the fourth level would actually be playing Go.

Of course, the opponent is not an ordinary opponent, and Go is not an ordinary Go.

The white-eyed old monk on the opposite side had a very high attainment in Go, and after seeing Ye Changsheng fall, he almost didn't think twice, put his fingers into a bowl of water, picked up a large drop of water, and landed on the chessboard with great roundness.

This is a very elegant split, which corresponds to several white discs on the left, faintly becoming empty, and at the same time restricting the development of black.

Ye Changsheng looked at the chessboard, and more than thirty changes immediately appeared in his mind, each of which had deduced hundreds of steps forward.

Finding the best response, Ye Changsheng dipped a large bit of ink and fell lightly.

Lu Lingjun and the young men who rushed over, holding their breath, quietly watched the game between Ye Changsheng and the old man, and their faces began to show horror.

How difficult is it to lift the water droplets evenly in size, not to break, not to break, but also to let the water droplets accurately fall on the chessboard to form a chess piece of the same size?

This not only requires strong and precise control, but also extremely strict requirements for the state of mind, but the slightest psychological fluctuation will lead to the deformation of the movement.

And that's not all, the content of chess also needs to be paid attention to.

Within the time of one stick of incense, the opponent must be able to resist the attack of the white-eyed old monk, and at least 50 hands must survive to pass the level.

The reward of this Buddhist assessment will also be born in the fourth level, and only the teenager with the most children can get the reward of the Buddha's golden relics.

And this invisibly, and bring huge pressure to the teenagers, in the face of the reward of the Buddha's treasure, who can be like water?

The faces of the teenagers began to turn pale, and looking at Ye Changsheng, who was focused, they faintly felt admiration.

Ye Changsheng has already fallen more than a hundred pieces, each chess piece is extremely round, the size is average, and there is no deviation in the position.

Looking at the content of the chess again, he has already obtained the four corners of the field, and the mid-belly area run by the white-eyed old monk, forming a confrontation trend.

At least in the eyes of the teenagers, Ye Changsheng did not show the slightest defeat.

While they were quietly observing, Ye Changsheng dropped the one hundred and eighty chess pieces, then straightened up and said respectfully, "Master, is it okay?"

The incense in the censer is about to burn out.

The white-eyed old monk also straightened up, and his unsmiling face showed a smile of approval: "But!"

Ye Changsheng smiled easily, got up and saluted the old monk, and sat cross-legged on the side.

The white-eyed old monk waved his sleeves, and the black and white water droplets on the chessboard were swept away, leaving only a clean chessboard.

His wise eyes looked at the teenagers, and he said solemnly, "Next, which of you will come first?"

Chen Xinfang hesitated for a moment, but finally took a big step forward, bowed his head and said, "Disciple to teach the master!"

As a child of the aristocracy, Go is a skill that must be mastered, Chen Xinfang has been guided by a famous teacher since childhood, and his chess skills are profound, and he is well-known in Rainforest City.

He lost face in the third level, so he naturally had to get his face back in this level.

And he has full confidence that he can steadily overpower Ye Changsheng!

Sitting down cross-legged, Chen Xinfang took the lead in black, picked up a drop of ink in a dashing manner, and landed on the star position in the upper right corner.

The white-eyed old monk immediately picked up the white droplets and hung the horn directly.

The two sides played very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves had been taken, the layout was closed for a corner, and the chess game entered the middle game.

In order to reduce consumption, Chen Xinfang constantly avoided the battle and kept simplifying the situation, although the situation was a little backward, but it was not so embarrassing.

After a hundred sons, Chen Xinfang's forehead began to sweat, and his face was a little pale.

He had to slow down, take a precious long exam, and when his energy had recovered some, he fell again.

The white-eyed old monk couldn't help frowning slightly, and immediately dropped the chess pieces indifferently.

Chen Xinfang's several moves are very repetitive, not like he is playing chess, but like he is deliberately filling in.

However, this is also in the rules, although the old monk is unhappy, he can only let Chen Xinfang "play Laipi".

One hundred and eighty sons!

Chen Xinfang was sweating like pulp, trembling all over, and shaking.

Still, he gritted his teeth, picked up a drop of ink with trembling fingers, and with great difficulty, landed the ink on the chessboard.

One hundred and eighty-one sons!

Seeing that the ink had turned into a round chess piece, Chen Xinfang's face was excited and ecstatic.

He finally did it, and played one more chess piece than Ye Changsheng!

Chen Xinfang's tight strings loosened, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell backwards to the ground on his back.

Lu Lingjun and another companion couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Chen Xinfang up.

Chen Xinfang waved his hand reservedly, and after standing firm, he couldn't help but look proudly at Ye Changsheng, who was meditating on his knees.

The assessment continued, and of the remaining seven juvenile representatives, only four passed, and the one with the most children was only one hundred and thirty-two.

Chen Xinfang's face flushed with excitement, and he looked at the white-eyed old monk, and he couldn't wait to hear the news of his victory.

Lu Lingjun and another little friend were equally excited, they were in the same group as Chen Xinfang, and if Chen Xinfang won, it means that they won, and they can also get the reward of the golden relics.

The white-eyed old monk finally stood up, looked around at everyone, and said solemnly: "The best person in this assessment, Ye Wuxin!"

What the?!

The smile on Chen Xinfang's face froze, and he looked at the white-eyed old monk with an incredulous expression.

He shouted violently, "That's not right, master, you must be mistaken, I obviously played one more piece than him!"

The other teenagers also nodded their heads and looked at the white-eyed old monk in confusion.

They also saw with their own eyes that Ye Wuxin's game of chess played one hundred and eighty black chess, but Chen Xinfang played one hundred and eighty-one, which was indeed one more than Ye Wuxin.

According to the rules, Chen Xinfang should win.

The majestic gaze of the white-eyed old monk looked around everyone, and then fell on Chen Xinfang's face.

He said lightly: "Come on, review." ”

The two little monks who were waiting behind him immediately took out two boxes of chess pieces, sat in front of the stone platform, and began to restore the chess game on the chessboard.

Everyone didn't know why at first, but when they saw half of it, they understood that the chess game that the two little monks reviewed was the chess game when Ye Wuxin and the white-eyed old monk were playing.

On the chessboard, the long dragon of black chess and the long dragon of white chess were tragically strangled together, and the teenagers were thrilled and horrified in their hearts.

When they came before, this battle was already over, and they thought that the chess game was not prosperous, who would have thought that there would be such a thrilling fight.

Suddenly, Lu Lingjun's eyes widened and exclaimed, "Serial robbery!"