What Sun Dasheng was most afraid of was probably not the five hundred years of loneliness under the Five Elements Mountain, nor the group of gods and Buddhas who made him feel hopeless for survival.

He was probably only afraid of the hoop spell on his head, because the moment the hoop spell sounded, his eyes were full of monkeys on Huaguo Mountain that had parted with him in life and death.

On this small chessboard, Pengfei's changes are like being constrained by the Tightening Spell, and only the first change is that the falling son puts down.

Obviously, he has thousands of changes, and it is also clear that his chess has gone through the efforts of several generations of his family to transform into the most perfect version of "Plum Blossom Spring", but even so, he still can't escape this circle.

This circle is even more terrifying than the Tightening Spell.

Because the mantra will only make Sun Dasheng have a headache, fear, and miss.

But this circle of the Taoist priest made Pengfei, the new great sage, look full of despair.

After the three hands, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Great Sage has been defeated.

He is like the great sage who lost the bet with the Buddha, although he has a heart, but he is powerless.

In Pengfei's eyes, he had no way out.

Although he knew that he was not a true great sage, the Taoist priest on the other side was not a true sage. But he has never met such a masterful chess game like a Taoist priest in the past nineteen years.

The Taoist priest's chess is a tight spell and a constraint in the eyes of others. But only Peng Fei, who plays chess, knows that the chess of the Taoist priest is neither a binding spell nor a constraint.

He is a circle, a world, a universe.

In this circle of his, it seems as if everything is as it should be, and as if everything is in order.

Horses graze, defend the country, bombard the city, chariots charge, and die silently.

This orderly "rule" made Peng Fei feel that even if he could really escape from the shackles and make thousands of changes, the final outcome still could not be changed.

Because of this kind of "rules" in the circle, the Taoist priest was impeccable, and Peng Fei finally gave up struggling, and said happily and convincingly, I lost.

……

The Taoist priest looked at Peng Fei's crisp and neat admission of defeat, and he had some approval.

Because this young man is decisive and smart, although his chess strength is not as good as his own, but far better than most professional chess players, if time passes, the Chinese chess world is destined to have another star named "Great Sage".

"It is difficult to become an adult who has never been poor, and it is innocent without being attacked. Since ancient times, heroes have come out of purgatory, and they have never been rich and noble. Drunk and dreaming of death, who is angry, Tuoma spear will determine the future. Waving thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is in the establishment of fame and prestige to descendants. ”

The Taoist priest recited another poem, and then he looked at the entire famous platform, and he frowned and asked:

"What about the last master...?"

"The last master?" Peng Fei listened to the words of the Taoist priest, and he struggled out of the Taoist priest's poems just now.

"The last famous artist is there!" Peng Fei spotted Yang Zheng in the crowd, and he inadvertently stretched out his finger and pointed at Yang Zheng in response to the Taoist priest's words.

The Taoist priest looked at Peng Fei, and he saw Yang Zheng.

"He... He is actually the last master? ”

"Originally, it wasn't him, it was a chess nerd, but then the chess nerd had something, and he came." Zhang Lao didn't know when he appeared next to the Taoist priest and explained respectfully to the Taoist priest, but he said one more sentence: "However, he is not a famous player, because he is not even a professional chess player." ”

The Taoist priest listened to Zhang Lao's words, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"He's not a professional chess player? But he already has a round prototype! ”

"The rudiments of a circle?" Zhang Lao and Peng Fei were shocked, as professional chess players, and even for chess, how important the circle is.

But the Taoist priest's next words made them feel incredible.

"He doesn't seem to be the prototype of a circle, he seems to be a square?"

"Fang!" Zhang Lao exclaimed.

"That's right, it's Fang, the Fang of Buddhism."

……

Yang Zheng listened to the words of the Taoist priest, he was a little confused, he didn't know what a circle was and what was a square.

He just looked at the pieces on the chessboard and felt sorry for the game.

What he regretted was not the fiasco of Peng Fei that he admired, but the fact that he regretted that Peng Fei had admitted defeat in advance before he shouted the word general in the chess game.

He didn't understand why Peng Fei would admit defeat, obviously he could still walk eight or nine hands, but he didn't even want to go more.

Is it because "the big picture has been decided"?

Or is it because the Taoist priest "settled"?

If he makes a move, he will never admit defeat halfway, and he will never have a change like Peng Fei.

He will at least have one more "grip" change than Peng Fei.

But it seems that it is too late to say anything, because victory and defeat are victory and defeat.

There will never be a third scenario.

Xiao Daotong listened to the square and circle in the mouth of the Great Dao Shi, and his round face turned into an ugly oval because of surprise.

But soon his face changed to a cute little round face, because he felt that if he followed the words of the Great Dao Priest like this, he would not lose at all.

After all, their Taoist chess is the circle, a kind of circle that complements nature, heaven and the universe.

This circle can be the world or the dew on a flower.

This circle can be a kind of Tao, a kind of Tao of how to win the heavens and half of the son!

But the way of the Daoist also made the little Daoist learn from the Daoist and frowned.

After all, Fang is the chess of Buddhism.

Regarding the Buddhist family's unbelievable rules and precepts, Xiao Daotong has never had a good feeling.

In his eyes, Buddhism is too regular, and the rules are so regular that they are a straight line that will never bend.

In the end, thousands of gods and Buddhas were trapped in square temples and caves.

He doesn't like the life where you can see the end at a glance with a straight line, and he doesn't like the "compassion" of Buddhism.

When he is young, he prefers the Taoist free circle.

He recalled the process of playing against Yang Zheng, and he was a little confused.

Because, like the Great Daoshi, he couldn't think of the uncle next to him, whether the chess was round or square.

He couldn't figure out how this ordinary-looking man could understand square and round at such a young age.

And like the Great Daoshi, who is known as a rare "chess talent" for thousands of years, he only realized the circle at the age of thirty-three, drew the circle at the age of thirty-five, and dared to go down the mountain to hone his circle at the age of thirty-eight.

Could it be that this uncle is more powerful than the Great Daoshi?

Xiao Daotong looked at Yang Zheng again and was puzzled.

But fortunately, what Xiao Daotong didn't know was that Yang Zheng had only been learning chess for less than a year, and if he knew, he would have doubted his eleven years of life!

"Hello, may I ask you, why don't you become a professional chess player?" The Taoist priest walked to Yang Zheng's side, he looked at Yang Zheng, who was in an ordinary body, and seriously expressed his doubts.

"Me?" Yang Zheng looked at the Taoist priest, he thought for a moment, and then asked, "Are the professional chess players you call really that important?" ”