In the most authoritative Chinese character dictionary, the number of strokes is sixteen.

But in Xiangqi, a novel full of infinite variables, the word general may be ten strokes or thirty strokes.

The old chess student who was called out the word "general" in Shihua, looking at his record of two consecutive defeats, he looked around without a god, hopelessness, an indefinite period, and no waiting.

His mind was full of thoughts, how good it would be if there were really two words in the world, rebirth, and time-traveling. Because only in this way can he pin his hopes, unwillingness, regrets, and remorse on the ethereal words of rebirth and crossing.

He would also fantasize about being reborn, getting ahead, and living a wonderful life, until his gaze fell on the screen in the center of the screen where the older player, who looked about his age, played against the young player across from him.

Only then did he understand that some people's lives do not need to be reborn and crossed.

Because, these people are reborn every day, and every day they are desperately looking for hope.

Ahead? Live wonderfully?

Doesn't it also depend on everyone's attitude towards today and tomorrow?

……

Li Sansi seems to have given up the field of computing power duel that he is best at, and used the method of exchanging sons for sons to force the opposite young man to stage a knife duel with him.

Sun Pojun had never felt so uncomfortable as he did now, and when his proud computing power faced the desperate attack of the "outlaw" on the opposite side, it was like a fist hitting cotton and there was nothing he could do.

He unconsciously became passive, and he obviously had the advantage of taking the lead, just like the Monkey King, who could make all the monsters frightened on that "road of learning scriptures". But the "six-eared macaque" he thought was on the other side used the same technique, so that he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

He really wanted to appear at this time the Jizo Bodhisattva who could distinguish between right and wrong, but this was not a journey to the west, where did the gods and Buddhas come from.

It's better to ask for others than for yourself, after Sun Pojun hurriedly made up for a flying step, the ticking clock next to him made him feel enlightened.

For the first time, he looked at the public time limit around him that was constantly counting down, and he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and a cold sweet spring welled up in his heart, making him think calmly about the rights and wrongs of this game of chess again.

Li Sansi looked at Sun Pojun, who had finally calmed down, and he couldn't help but smile dumbly.

He inexplicably saw his own shadow in Sun Pojun.

Although he and Sun Pojun grew up in a different environment, they suffered different circumstances.

But he saw that he and himself had one thing in common.

That is, the little chess in front of them binds their due future.

Although Li Sansi rarely poured out an emotion called "cherishing talents", the speed of his hands was not affected by many emotions in his heart. Each hand was unhurried and landed appropriately on the flaws that appeared on Sun Pojun's chessboard.

Was he helping him out?

Yang Zheng looked at Li Sansi, who was calm and motionless like a mountain, he couldn't help but think back to his first game with him, and he seemed to have tasted Li Sansi's mood.

"The two small words of chess, but how many people can't break free from the cage in their lifetime!"

……

Peng Fei appeared in the whole venue at some point.

As a leader of the younger generation, he naturally stood at the top of the venue.

He stared at the wonderful game between Sun Pojun and Li Sansi on the big screen, and his eyes were full of boredom.

Whether it is Li Sansi or Sun Pojun, a foreign relative who can be called a cousin.

Their chess strength, in the eyes of this man who has ascended to the throne of chess masters with his strength, is a little immature.

Not only that, but he also saw the most fatal flaw of these two people, that is, they were not pure enough.

Li Sansi won't say much, he is a monk halfway, and his heart is still Shenlu chess.

And Sun Pojun, who was born in shogi, obviously has an advantage in computing power over many chess students who have learned Chinese chess since childhood. But it's not a good thing to calculate too much.

After all, in the Chinese chess game, where "the number of moves rarely exceeds 50 moves", if you count too much, the end will be "smart but clever mistaken".

At the beginning, Li Sansi lost to Yang Zheng because he calculated too long and did not take the last and most critical step.

Although Li Sansi improved the accuracy of his computing power and predicted the psychological activities of his opponent in the following years to make up for the shortcomings of too long-term computing power.

But that exposed another problem.

That is, his mind has changed from the beginning, just a simple interest in object chess to a dedication to winning and losing.

This kind of transformation, coupled with his actual age, is easy to make mistakes in decision-making in the duel with the master, which leads to the opponent's anti-guest in the back game, staging a lore drama.

As one of the few people in the know, Peng Fei actually dislikes the Chess Association from the bottom of his heart, and will use this indiscriminate way to find an elderly amateur chess player like Li Sansi to defeat overseas young chess players who they see as a threat.

But he also understands the approach of the Chess Association, because, in the eyes of those of them on the mountain, the vast majority of chess students in this assessment, although they have a lot of level, do not have the top chess students with absolute suppressive power like the previous ones.

Whether it is the ace in the major chess clubs, or the mysterious master who is boasted that he can fight with the last champion "Little Alien", he lacks the courage to fight back in adversity.

Thinking of this, Peng Fei couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

After all, the old generation is gradually withering, and the new generation like him can only be forced to carry the big chess of Chinese chess. But the younger generation after them is not in the limelight.

It's true that it's the best of times, but it's also the worst of times.

Because there are so many choices, it is doomed to sacrifice some of the old ones.

The Chess Association probably understood this truth, so it took a risk and found what he thought was an outcast.

Will your generation be able to stick to the future of chess?

Will anyone look forward to the future of chess?

When he looked at the anxious battle between Sun Pojun and Li Sansi on the screen boringly, he suddenly let out a sigh.

Because, he saw a familiar figure appear on the big screen.

That person is regarded by him as his own kind, and he is also regarded by him as a person who can be equal to him in the future chess world, and this person is one of the few people who can arouse his interest.

How did this man end up in this game? What exactly does he want to do?

Peng Fei looked at him with interest, walked to Li Sansi, who he didn't look down on at all, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Li Sansi hesitated for a long time, and finally felt relieved, and chose to surrender by throwing aside the big advantage on the chessboard.

Peng Fei burst out laughing.

"It seems that there are still people who want to believe in the future of chess!"