The Taoist priest lost, he should say that he lost from the beginning.

He originally thought that Yang Zheng's chess was Taoist chess like him. After all, he saw the moment when Yang Zheng broke out of the chrysalis and turned into a butterfly.

Later, he felt that Yang Zheng's chess was the chess of the Buddhist family, because when his junior brother played against him, he found that his chess was square and not too smooth.

But it was only in the moment of the game that he understood.

It turns out that Yang Zheng's chess is neither Buddhism nor Taoism, but a human chess that Buddhism and Taoism don't care about.

What is human chess?

It's nothing more than flaws everywhere, full of pyrotechnics.

This kind of chess is also regarded as the bottom of the chess, and it can only exist in the streets and alleys.

Top professional chess players like Peng Fei, Taoist priests, and Zhang Lao will probably never be able to touch this kind of chess in their lifetime.

It is precisely because they can't get in touch that they feel incredible for Yang Zheng's victory.

"Again... One more plate! As soon as the Taoist priest said these five words, he suddenly shook his head again.

Because, although he lost. But if he tries again, even if he wins, his heart will lose.

Whether it's Taoism, Buddhism, or those high-sounding chess schools, they always cultivate the mind.

Each school of thought has its own thoughts, and those ideas are constantly honed and finally turned into the "heart" of their school.

This word for the heart sounds mysterious.

But in reality, it's just a constraint.

Taoists are not as freewheeling as they seem, and they also pay attention to not fighting or grabbing.

Buddhists are not inflexible, and they will also choose who is more important in front of the lives of different species.

Freely, casually, casually.

These three are probably the hardest things in the world to do.

The Taoist priest retracted his competitive desire to continue to challenge Yang Zheng.

He looked at Yang Zheng, and suddenly said, "If you want to be a professional chess player, I can recommend you." ”

Yang Zheng looked back at the Taoist priest, he thought for a while, and asked, "If I were a professional chess player, wouldn't I be able to play chess as much as I want now?" ”

"No... Professional chess players can also play as much as they want, just like ordinary chess enthusiasts. Peng Fei said hurriedly.

He admired Yang Zheng's chess strength just now, naively he only felt that this was Yang Zheng's opportunity, and he also felt that if Yang Zheng became a professional chess player like him, then maybe there would be another dazzling master in the Chinese chess world.

But Zhang Lao had a gloomy face, as if he was very dissatisfied with the Taoist priest's arrangement.

Because he looked down on Yang Zheng, who was a monk halfway, but when he thought of the Taoist master, he could only throw his sleeves and give up.

Yang Zheng looked at the three people in different forms, and he couldn't help laughing.

"I know that professional chess players can play as they please, but what I'm talking about is whether professional chess players can play as they please."

"Playing chess casually?"

"It's just a game of chess that doesn't look at winning or losing, and doesn't look at winning or losing."

Yang Zheng inexplicably remembered the second game of chess he played when he and the chess nerd met for the first time.

That game of chess is a draw.

It is also the most serious game he has played since he came into contact with chess.

He knew that the first game of chess, the chess nerd was released because she wanted him to see the difference between ordinary chess enthusiasts and professional chess players.

It is precisely because of that game of chess that Yang Zheng will do his best to win or lose every game of chess in the future.

Later, he met Lao Zhou, who was stricter with him, and also met Wang Wu, who had the heart to change the chess world, and finally was unable to return to heaven due to physical reasons.

He seemed to see the appearance of the chess in his hand for the first time in the last sentence of Yang Xiaozi's chess in Wang Buregret's last sentence.

He raised his head, looked at the prosperous zenith, and said:

"Throughout the ages, who has been winning in life?"

"Throughout the ages, how many Tianjiao have been too obsessed with winning and losing, and finally ended up with a king and a defeat?"

"It's easy to say that every game of chess is played. But how many people can do it? ”

"Countless romantic characters have experienced ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and in the end, they are not just turned into a cup of loess? So why did they choose the extraordinary? Is it because they were born extraordinary, or because they want to be extraordinary? ”

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. This half of the poem is also my tribute to you. ”

The Taoist priest pondered half of Yang Zheng's poem and what he said, he seemed to understand what casualness was, and he couldn't help laughing:

"It turns out that the right path in the world is the vicissitudes of life!"