Fan Xizhe has his own pride, in the White Horse Branch, he knows that Zhang Yi's talent is far better than himself, so he wants to play a game with him, if he can defeat the other party, it would be great.

Even if he loses, it's nothing, after all, the other party is a great Confucian. Even his grandfather Fan Xiping is just a Confucian now, and he may not be able to reach such a position in his life.

Zhang Yi was stunned when he heard this, looked at Fan Xizhe curiously, and said, "How does Brother Fan want to play?"

He has never played against anyone, let alone against a chess genius like Fan Xizhe, who is close to a national player. But all the teachers and disciples present were the teachers and disciples of the White Horse Academy, whether they admitted defeat or refused, they all lost the face of the White Horse Academy.

Therefore, Zhang Yi asked questions and never evaded, even if he lost, he had to dare to admit defeat.

Because of this, when Fan Xizhe said this, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in his heart. His eyes were a little evasive, and he immediately looked at Zhang Yi squarely, and said stiffly: "Mr. Wu saw that my cultivation was low, and he didn't play against me. Brother Zhang and I are not far apart from each other, so it's better to play against each other. ”

The game of culture and tone is the operation of the tone when the two sides play against each other, and the spirit is highly unified and concentrates on the battle. This kind of game is the official chess game of the reader.

Zhang Yi's eyes were slightly drunk, he already understood why Fan Xizhe wanted to play against him, the smile on his face flashed, and he was a little disappointed in Fan Xizhe in his heart.

Fan Xizhe is in the White Horse Branch, and it is normal for him to want to win back the face he lost in the hands of Mr. Wu in the afternoon.

But he was worried that Zhang Yi's cultivation would be better than his own in chess, so he relied on his own Gongshi cultivation and wanted to suppress Zhang Yi from this aspect and win the battle. From this point of view, even if he puts himself in an invincible position, it makes Zhang Yi despise him a little.

If you want to defeat the other party, you should be upright, never fly and dog, and lose your integrity as a scholar.

But the game had to continue, Zhang Yi said lightly: "Okay, then let's play a game." ”

Mr. Wu looked at Zhang Yi with some concern, Fan Xizhe's chess ability he knew best, and he could be called a national player; Zhang Yi was the leader in poetry, proud of the younger generation, but he had never heard of any achievements in chess.

And at this moment, Fan Xizhe actually asked for a game of literary temperament and crushed people with tributes, which was already extremely unfair.

The branch gentlemen present naturally understood this truth, but what they didn't expect was that Zhang Yi agreed lightly.

Everyone knows that Zhang Yi is not a brainless person, and he promised to play a game with Wenqi, either because he thought that his chess strength was better than Fan Xizhe, or for the sake of White Horse Academy.

After a little thought, everyone understood why Zhang Yi agreed to Fan Xizhe, and couldn't help but think highly of him.

Several disciples of the White Horse Branch were a little angry, wanting to accuse Fan Xizhe of being so shameless. Mr. Wu hurriedly stopped with his eyes, and both sides had already decided that if others interfered, the face of the White Horse Academy would be truly lost.

The game was set up quickly.

"Wenyun is apocalypse, Wenqi is playing, Fan Xizhe asked to talk to Zhang Yishou about a game. ”

"Wenyun is apocalypse, Wenqi is playing, Zhang Yi asked to talk to Zhang Yishou about a game. ”

The two spoke in unison, and a wave of Wenyun descended on the White Horse Branch, which was not favored by Wenyun, but Wenyun as an arbiter to ensure justice.

Hand talk refers to the need for both sides of the game to be silent, relying only on the middle finger and index finger of one hand, to strategize the chess pieces on the chessboard to fight wits and courage. The change in the rhythm of the moves and the force with which the pieces are placed can reflect the mental state of the authorities, as if they were talking in sign language in a chess game.

Fan Xizhe not only wants to play a game of culture, but also applies for cultural supervision and talks about a game. is to prevent others from guiding, even if Mr. Wu and others want to guide Zhang Yi, there is nothing they can do.

If Mr. Wu forcibly speaks, he will be punished by Wenyun.

"Let's go. Seeing that Zhang Yi agreed to apply for a hand interview, Mr. Wu naturally had no objection.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, there was no worry on his face, although he had never played against others, but he had observed how Senior Brother Huang Qiu, who had cultivated to the pinnacle of chess, played against others.

Today, I watched the five battles between Mr. Wu and Fan Xizhe, his current divine sense is fused with the soul of the red dragon, and his memory is amazing, and he can use Mr. Wu's tricks to fight against Fan Xizhe.

Even if you do lose, it's not that simple.

There is no need to worry about the game of literary spirit, he has undergone many baptisms of literary luck, and his own divine sense and temperament are no worse than those of newcomers. A few days ago, he practiced the body of a real dragon and fused the soul of a red dragon, even if he fought with Gongshi Wen, he was not afraid, not to mention the game of mere culture.

The battle soon began.

Fan Xizhe is worthy of being the descendant of Fan Xiping, and his style is the same as in the past, chasing and fighting, unpredictable, and strange tricks, so that all the teachers and students present can't help but admire.

Although this person is a little scheming, his practice in chess is indeed very good.

And Zhang Yi's performance seems a little ordinary, from the beginning of the game before a cup of tea, to now he has been defending, the chess has fallen behind a lot, and the faces of all the teachers and students have changed a little.

They seemed to have seen Zhang Yi's imminent defeat.

Fan Xizhe's murderous spirit fluctuated, the black chess in his hand was like an evil dragon, as if he wanted to devour Zhang Yi at all times, a smile appeared on his face, even if he didn't suppress Zhang Yi today, he could win.

To the surprise of the teachers and students, after a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yi was still on the defensive, without making any counterattacks, and he fell behind more on the chess board, but he still did not lose.

Mr. Wu and Zang Qingyun were slightly drunk-eyed and interesting.

Fan Xizhe was slightly surprised, as a person playing against Zhang Yi, he could naturally see that Zhang Yi was using Mr. Wu's means to defend, but it was more thorough and more tightly defended.

"No matter how stubborn the defense is, it can't stop the stormy attack. Fan Xizhe smiled slightly in his heart, and the offensive in his hand was even more.

Two quarters of an hour passed, Zhang Yi was still lagging behind, and the chess board was even more behind. The defensive walls he built were becoming more and more solid, and even if Fan Xizhe's chess board was like an evil dragon, ready to devour him, he could not easily eat himself.

The teachers and students looked at the chess surface curiously, they were really a little curious about why Zhang Yi was not defeated.

Half an hour has passed, even if you don't need Mr. Wu and Zang Qingyun to explain, all the teachers and students already understand that Zhang Yi's chess ability is really good. Even if Mr. Wu played against Fan Xizhe this afternoon, there would only be two games for more than half an hour.

That's not to say that the longer the game lasts, the better the two sides become. Rather, Zhang Yi was in the hands of Fan Xizhe, who can be called a national player, and he persevered tenaciously for half an hour, but he seemed to be able to hold on for a long time, which made people marvel.

Zhang Yi had a faint smile on his face, just like half an hour ago, with this half an hour of hand talk, his understanding of chess became more profound.

Imitate Mr. Wu's defensive method, which is stronger and simply unbreakable. This is not to say that Zhang Yi can beat Mr. Wu, but he can focus on defense and never attack, so he can hold on to this for longer.

(To be continued.) )