Yang Zheng's question stumped the Taoist priest. He raised his head and lowered his head, he nodded, and finally shook his head again and said, "It's not that important. ”

"Since you also know that professional chess players are not so important, then why bother with the words professional chess players?" Yang Zheng said with a smile.

"It's me who is abrupt." The Taoist priest is not a stubborn person, on the contrary, many years of cultivation have allowed him to develop a "pick up and put down" mentality.

"Then let me ask abruptly, who is your master? Whether you are a Buddhist chess or a Taoist chess player. "Inadvertently, the Taoist priest's address to Yang Zheng changed from you to you.

His eyes and the unconventional actions just now also became natural with his word "you".

"My master is Lao Zhou, and I don't know if it's Buddhism or Taoism."

"Old Zhou?" The Taoist priest and Zhang Lao on the side and Peng Fei recalled the famous figures in the chess world today, but after thinking about it for a long time, the three of them couldn't imagine that there would be a master surnamed Zhou in the chess world today.

In fact, they don't blame them, Lao Zhou is in his nineties this year, and he has retired from the chess world for 30 years, and it is natural for these young people not to know Lao Zhou. What's more, Lao Zhou is not surnamed Zhou.

His real name is Wang Zhishu, and Lao Zhou was changed after he retired to commemorate his adoptive mother. In addition to extremely close people, Lao Zhou's popularity is far less than that of Pengfei, who is now in the limelight.

But his previous name resounded throughout the country.

"Chess Hero", and "World Chess Saint"!

……

"That's weird." The Taoist priest couldn't think of who Lao Zhou was after thinking about it, he could only look at Yang Zheng's white hands and say tentatively: "Have a plate?" ”

Yang Zheng did not refuse.

Because, he was originally a person who would not reject any opponent on the chessboard, especially today, he looked at the circle of the Taoist priest.

He felt he should have a chance of winning.

After all, although the Taoist priest had an amazing chess power and won two chess masters in a row, he was far behind Lao Zhou.

This gap is not only chess strength, but also experience, and Lao Zhou's circle is engraved with blood and tears.

The circle of the Taoist priest is outlined by the heart and the law.

He was so confident that he gave up the red side to Yang Zheng, and when Yang Zheng used the first cannon, he naturally used the "horse jump".

The Taoist priest's chess is very natural, so natural that Yang Zheng feels that he is not playing chess with people, but gambling with a high mountain.

The Taoist priest should be a high mountain, because every step he takes is so solid that Yang Zheng seems to have no way out.

He is a steep mountain, even more steep than Mount Hua.

Because if you want to climb the peak, you have to follow his path.

His path was long and narrow.

His path is only a winding and narrow path for tourists to climb.

Yang Zheng walked cautiously on the road, he was close to the mountain, and his eyes seemed to only see an emptiness behind the distortion of the stone road.

He walked carefully, but he walked with ease.

Because although this mountain is steep, it is a "dignified" peak.

Countless pioneers have long cleared the unreasonableness of the mountain road for the passers-by.

Countless pioneers have also stepped out of a path without traps for those who come after them.

Although there are risks, there is no end.

For some reason, these six words inexplicably appeared in Yang Zheng's mind.

He looked up at the lone pine at the top of the mountain, and he slowly left the mountain.

……

The game between the Taoist priest and Yang Zheng made the audience who knew chess around them silent.

Ghost hand Zhang Lao looked at the interlacing of hand after hand on the chessboard, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Not only him, Peng Fei looked at the confrontation on the chessboard, he felt a trace of admiration in addition to feeling incredible.

It was as if he had seen a lonely, emaciated climber, fearlessly challenging the peak in front of him.

In his eyes, the Taoist priest is undoubtedly the peak, and Yang Zheng is the fearless climber.

This fearless climber is not only not full of fear of the impossible unknown like he was at the beginning, but he is full of desire and competitiveness for the impossible to win.

This desire and competitive spirit are rare in this day and age.

This desire and competitiveness seem to transcend the times, the age, and the world that always advises people to spend their lives in mediocrity.

This desire and competitive spirit make this a one-sided chess game, and the outcome is unpredictable.

After all, before he knew it, the climber had climbed to the mountainside, and when he looked up, he saw not only the lone pine, but also the grass, the flowers, and a rock.

The Taoist priest didn't seem to expect that someone would hang on the mountainside on his body, he was a little surprised, but he didn't think that this person would climb to the top of the mountain and step on his head.

He also seemed to be just shaking his body freely, but his freehand made stones of different sizes fall inadvertently.

The stones of different sizes seemed to slowly turn into menacing rolling stones in the process of falling.

It was as if they were trying to drive away the climber who dared to provoke them. But the rolling stones didn't seem to smash the young climber.

Although the rocks smashed on the young climber, all the pain was transmitted. But his eyes remained steadfast.

He groped for the mountain, his feet moving forward step by step.

Takayama looked at the provocateur who was still unwilling to retreat even so, and he was even more surprised, and he no longer shook his body.

He stared at the challenger, who was not sure how thick he was, and he smiled pleasantly.

He took the initiative to cut off the path ahead of the climber, looked at him with great interest, and seemed to ask him again how he should go.

The climber did not speak, he still held his head high, looking at the lone pine, and he also seemed to have made an extremely difficult choice.

It was a very difficult choice that made the surrounding spectators exclaim.

The extremely difficult choice is that the climber abandons the path of his predecessors and takes the initiative to climb against the rolling stones.

"It's good that I came down early, he's going to be unlucky." Seeing the rolling stones, the traveler who retreated in time looked at the climber who was climbing upwards and smiled gloatingly.

"Come down, are you crazy?" The mountaineers, who had not yet had time to retreat to the base of the mountain, questioned the climbers loudly.

"Give up, danger!" The "good-natured" dissuasion of the climbers who were about to retreat on the mountainside.

"Don't be reckless, no one has ever been able to climb to the top of the mountain." The unjust spirit of the forerunner appeared at the side of the climber at an inopportune time, shouting a warning.

"You... Is it worth it for you? Dashan looked at this warrior who dared to challenge himself, and he finally faced this climber.

The climber looked at the increasingly clear scenery from the summit, and he couldn't help laughing: "People... What's worth it in life or not? ”