Chess was born to fight.

The birth of the circle is not perfect.

What some people look at is inside the circle, and what some people look at outside the circle.

For Yang Zheng, he doesn't care if he looks inside the circle or outside the circle.

The moment the round cannon under his hand fell, he only felt the blood boiling all over his body.

He had to admit the old man's words at this time.

That is the first cannon, which is the proud bone of China for 5,000 years.

In the past 5,000 years, Huaxia has always believed in modesty and humility in his bones. But what did Huaxia get in exchange for modesty and humility in the past 5,000 years?

In exchange for countless dynastic changes, the gunshots of invaders as strong as tigers, and the cries of children who lost their parents, relatives, and limbs in the war.

Is this the ending that Huaxia exchanged for modesty and modesty?

Probably not!

Otherwise, how could there be so many iron-clad sons and daughters of China in a hundred years and five thousand years who stood up desperately for the word Huaxia?

Being the head cannon is more like an attitude.

An attitude that faces any injustice, injustice, and disobedience!

A hundred years can be said to be the life of an ordinary person.

A hundred years is still a childhood in a country of babbling.

In this innocent childhood, the country should have been like a child who has not been in the world, caressing and embracing this ever-developing world.

He looked at the old man opposite, and he seemed to finally understand why this old man, who was shocked by the way of chess, was reluctant to appear in front of the world!

All this is just because he wants to remember, to protect, to take with him his chess skills and love for chess.

Buried deep in his old body.

Why is his chess so ruthless, and why are his words so harsh.

Nothing more than that, he wanted to use it that way.

End this era that belongs to his memory.

In this case, the timidity in Yang Zheng's heart, as well as the cringe in his eyes, turned into respect for the old man at the moment he fell.

A handful of chess is a killing.

His chess path is like this, and he would rather bend than bend.

His life should be like this, living with iron bones.

Between his single-handed killings, the old man seemed to see the shadows of many people.

Behind this hand of chess, there are the shadows of men, women and children.

Behind this hand of chess, there is also the shadow of an ugly beauty.

Behind this hand of chess, there are even more shadows of the wicked, the crazy, the living, and the dead.

Of course, behind this man, there is the shadow of Lao Huang.

"General!" Yang Zheng roared, his eyes were red, and the green tendons on his arms burst out.

It was the game he wanted to win the most.

It is also a game of chess that he exchanged for all his insights during this time.

This game of chess is the chess that countless little people around him are eager to live a wonderful life!

……

The old man looked at the chess game of the general, and there were five ways to crack it in his mind.

There are even three ways to counter-kill.

But he didn't have the strength to hold the pieces.

"What do you think chess is?" The old man let go of the orange cat on his lap, looked at Yang Zheng, who was sweating in winter, and asked vigorously.

"It's probably a life of never compromise."

Yang Zheng lowered his head, still thinking about how to win the whole game.

He said casually.

"It's probably the life that every ordinary person wants to have the most and wants to rebel against."

……

Some people are born with an ugly face, but they are kinder in their hearts than anyone else.

Some people are born with one less thing than others, but they have one more thing than others in later life.

No matter how evil a person is, maybe he has a good side.

No matter how strong a person is, he may have his own weaknesses.

In order to practice the Tao, the Taoist priest had to abandon the mortal world and hide in the mountains.

In order to find the truth, even if his shoes are worn out, even if his feet are bloody, he is still willing to believe that the road is under his feet.

For the sake of the promise, the lark crossed the city alone to find the big tree.

In order to find the truth, Shura swung his sword and slashed at the Buddha.

And this old man who wants to find a successor, but doesn't dare to find a successor, look at this game of chess.

Finally let go.

……

Today is not a special day, but it is the luckiest day for Yang Zheng.

At least it was the luckiest day since he actually learned chess.

Because he played six games today, and finally won one game.

That is, after winning that game of chess, he has an extra book, a story, and a respect.

The yellowed "Plum Blossom Spectrum" in his hand was written by Wang Zaiyue.

This is also the most controversial first "Plum Blossom Spectrum" in the world.

Some people say that the original "Plum Blossom Spectrum" was too selfish and one-sided.

Some people also said that Wang Zaiyue's statement that the screen was set to break the head cannon was too hasty.

There are even people who have published a book of "Anti-Plum Blossom Spectrum" to prove that "Plum Blossom Spectrum" is wrong.

But no matter what they say or what they say, "Plum Blossom Spectrum" and its author Wang Zaiyue have become well-known by more and more chess lovers with the passage of time.

Yang Zheng stepped on the bus home, and he opened the yellowed plum blossom book.

What catches the eye is the two pieces written by Wang Zaiyue.

"On the equal situation, each of them consults with each other. In an instant, hundreds of measures were turned into thousands of ways, and the ambition was to be impacted, and to take precautions and prevent them.

Looking at the world, the competition is like a busy chess, and the whole army is lined up with geese, and the luck is thorough. In an instant, I saw that Chu was weak and Qin was strong, the nine palace strategists were left and right, and the five battalions were in the border wilderness. Sigh for the hero's diligence and career in the cup field. ”

……

The old man returned to his room, and he bent down to pick up the thank-you notes scattered all over the floor.

He struggled to put the thank-you note back in place, and a photo inadvertently fell down.

In the photo, there are two middle-aged people in high spirits.

One looked white and clean, and his face was heroic.

And the other one is full of worldliness and thief eyes.

He picked up the photo and laughed at the middle-aged man with a thief's eyebrows.

"It seems that Lao Huang, you are still the one who abides by the agreement the most."

"Otherwise, how could you arrange for a young man who is exactly like you, who would rather bend than bend, come and play chess with me?"

"But, Lao Huang, your love of recklessness has to be changed. Because I've been waiting too long for you to retire. ”

The fat orange also entered the house, she looked at the old man who was originally like a rotten wood and cried and laughed, and she also saw the old man like a rotten tree, growing green shoots.

He seemed to be alive again.

Under the surprised gaze of the fat big orange, the old man who came back to life took out a thick chess book from the drawer.

The thick chess book seemed to have a dream word written on it.

I only heard the old man who had regained his life, and laughed again.

"Next time, I'm not going to lose!"

(End of Volume 6)