The two continued to play chess, Lin Chen had to think for a while for every move, and the length of thinking was about the same, Zhang Wanling also slowly adapted to Lin Chen's rhythm, but the more Zhang Wanling played, the more surprised Zhang Wanling became, Lin Chen's seemingly inadvertent every step seemed to have been carefully laid out in the end, and when one of his chess pieces fell into the trap, Zhang Wanling found that the fate of this chess piece was already doomed as early as a dozen steps ago.

Zhang Wanling's sweat began to come down, and the time to think became longer, and Lin Chen still only paused for so much time for the first step, Zhang Wanling realized that he had underestimated the enemy, and the chess skills of the young man in front of him were really at the peak, worthy of the title of "The Third Chess Saint of the Ming Dynasty".

"Thirty-six steps have passed. Lin Chen said.

"I know I lost, but we're done with this game. ”

Zhang Wanling couldn't stop, and continued to play with Lin Chen after thirty-six steps, but he felt that his chess path was always a few steps slower than Lin Chen, so that he was passive everywhere, and the situation became more and more sinister, and finally it collapsed.

"It looks like I'm really old. Zhang Wanling threw himself in the towel, and his face was decadent.

"Concession and concession. ”

Looking at Zhang Wanling's appearance, Lin Chen couldn't help it, of course he didn't rely on his strength to defeat Zhang Wanling, but found the "stupid big and rough" IT sling man, opened an advanced chess game, and directly started the devil mode.

Zhang Wanling took a step, stupidly took a step towards the computer, and then Lin Chen followed the robot's response move and Zhang Wanling.

Many people who are confused about the ancients may not believe it, but the ancients are indeed inferior to the modern people in chess, which is not to say that the wisdom of the ancients is inferior to the modern people, but the times are progressing, and knowledge is also accumulating and evolving.

Ancient messages were clogged up, there was no perfect opening and setting library, and there was no software to help analyze the situation and dismantle chess.

Compared with modern chess theories, the ancient scores have also fallen behind in an all-round way, as if it is very common in the ancient scores of the Chinese artillery river patrol car, but the modern high-level chess players are almost equivalent to idiots when they play like this, and the modern rootless side horse, which was unheard of in the last century, but it is a very effective chess way in modern times.

In short, as Newton said, the reason why modern people play chess is higher than the ancients is because modern people stand on the shoulders of the ancients.

What's more, Lin Chen still relies on computers, which are countless times more powerful than humans in terms of calculation speed and calculation "length", coupled with the optimization of programming algorithms, such as machine learning, it is even more terrifying.

Modern machines have been able to exhaust the end of thinking, that is to say, it can calculate the optimal strategy of a dozen or even dozens of moves according to the thousands of chess games in memory, plus algorithm optimization and learning adaptation, which also makes the ancients who had "small hard disk storage" how to play?

There are not so many goods in the stomach, and the computing power is far from keeping up, how much wisdom does it take to make up for these two giant pits?

Obviously, Zhang Wanling's level has not yet reached this level, so he lost.

"Now I can go, right?" Lin Chen said to Zhang Wanling.

"Can't go yet. ”

At this time, a female zombie next to him stood up and said to Lin Chen: "You won Zhang Wanling in chess, then you have to go, he can't stop him, but I didn't agree, if you want me not to make a move, you have to win me first." ”

This is another spirit stiff equivalent to the ninth layer of qi refining.

Lin Chen was unhappy, isn't this a scoundrel, but he can't be angry with a group of zombies, and said to the female zombies: "Then what do you want to compare?"

The female zombie snorted: "I am Tian Qingyun, known as a poet in the Jiangnan area, because I admire Yi'an Jushi, everyone calls me Xiao Qingzhao, we will take the scene in front of us as the title, compose a poem, you listen:

One year old and one yellow,

One person, one piano walks in the vastness.

The most sad place at the end of the year,

Close to the end of the world. ”

"Good poetry. All the zombies applauded loudly, and they all looked at Lin Chen defiantly, and some zombies were even ready to make a move on Lin Chen.

Lin Chen smiled slightly, his eyes locked on the only grass on the mountain wall next to him, and he said:

"Insist that Qingshan does not relax,

The roots are in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,

Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds. ”

Tian Qingyun, who was still full of contempt in her eyes, was suddenly stunned, and several zombies who didn't understand poetry asked Zhang Wanling in a whisper: "Which poem is good?"

"Whether it's rhyme, artistic conception, or meaning, Qingyun loses. ”

"How is it possible, how can you make such a good poem in such a short time?" Tian Qingyun looked at Lin Chen in disbelief.

"What's so hard about that?"

Lin Chen said disdainfully: "The so-called:

Li Du's poems are passed down from mouth to mouth,

It's not new yet.

Generations of talented people come out,

Each has led the way for hundreds of years.

Unless it is your famous poet of the Great Song Dynasty, such as your idol Li Qingzhao, you can't compare with me, the "Little Poet Immortal of the Ming Dynasty".

If I don't believe me, I can make another one in the format of your poem:

A boat,

One zhang silk and one inch hook.

A song and a wine,

One person fishes alone and one river autumn. ”

In the blink of an eye, there were two seven-character quatrains that were wonderful to the peak, and she looked at Lin Chen blankly, her admiration overflowing. It seems that her idol is about to change from Li Qingzhao to Lin Chen, a little poet in the Ming Dynasty.

"I lost, can you teach me to compose poetry?" Qingyun grabbed Lin Chen's hand and said excitedly.

[It's so shameless, and it's so special to plagiarize the poetry of the ancients]

[Lao Tzu has seen plagiarized poetry, but I have never seen plagiarized poetry to deceive zombies, anchor, how can you bear it?]

[People and gods are angry, and the zombie sister is about to be deceived by the anchor to make a promise. 】

[Anchor, my tractor tire is broken, can I borrow your cheeks?]

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't stand it anymore, and they all accused Lin Chen of immoral behavior, but Lin Chen was not ashamed but proud, looked at the last ninth-layer female zombie of Qi refining and said, "Do you want to compare it too?"

This female zombie was born extremely beautiful, and she was absolutely glamorous before her death, seeing that Zhang Wanling and Tian Qingyun were both defeated, this beautiful female zombie was a little empty.

"I ...... I...... My name is Hua Xiangrong, singing...... Singing. The female zombie said tremblingly, she didn't dare to say her nickname, for fear of ending up like Zhang Wanling and Tian Qingyun.

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon...... Hua Xiangrong, how did Lin Chen feel that he had heard this name before? It seems that it is also from the Song Dynasty.

Lin Chen couldn't think of it for a while, but a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he had an impression of the name, that skill was definitely not comparable to Thirty-six Lang and Xiao Qingzhao, and he might not be able to beat her by cheating, right?

But now there is no other way to go, Lin Chen can only give it a go.