Back in Wangyu Town, it's been a long time since noon.

The road back was quite smooth, and the three of them went back to tidy up a little before they gathered together and came to the Wangyu Chess Courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, a middle-aged lecturer roared with a little anger, "Where have you gone to play, why are you only here now?" ”

"We overslept and lost track of time. The little fat man Rosie lowered his head and said pitifully.

Everyone who knows knows that he is pretending, and among these people who know is this middle-aged lecturer, just kidding, after getting along for so long, what kind of fart does this little fat man Rosie have, and the middle-aged lecturer knows what the little fat man Rosie ate at noon.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, and try again and again, think I'm stupid. The middle-aged lecturer felt helpless, but he didn't pursue it too much. "Find your place and start playing. ”

"For the rest of your life, you can play against Rossi. Hua Xiaoxi, you go to play against Zeng Shushu. ”

"Yes. The three of them answered, walked under the yellow saucer tree, and chose a stone table to sit on.

Under the tall yellow saucer tree, there are more than a dozen stone tables carved with chessboards. The yellow leaves of the tree fall like butterflies, making people feel like they are in a dream.

Actual combat is the best way to break through yourself, which is recognized by everyone and is a terrible loophole in the chess way. It is precisely because of this that people like chess demons have been achieved, and there is also an organization that makes everyone on the mainland feel fearful and frightened - boundless darkness.

Wei Qisheng and Rossi sat opposite each other, and the two guessed the stones, but unfortunately Wei Qisheng guessed the black pieces, so he was Black, and Rosie the Fat Man was Red.

After the two of them set up the chess pieces, they sat there quietly, closed their eyes, and after a while, their soul and spiritual power entered the chess pieces.

Time is quiet, the leaves are falling, maybe only at this moment, before the life of the feeling of no trouble, maybe only at this moment, the life of the bearing**, enough to burn everything**. Perhaps only in this chessboard can he truly feel his own power, this is a real world, a world where he can realize his dreams.

The black general's eyes shot out, shining directly into the sky, his hand pressed the long sword on his waist, and the dragon and tiger walked around, patrolling his army. Those arrays are in front, majestic creeps. The cannon in the middle of the ground is terrifying. The generals of the carriages and horses on the left and right flanks, the rumbling of the carriages, the hooves of the horses, and a look of expectation. And the elephant priest who stood by him, guarding himself, without two hearts.

"I'm getting stronger again. The black will clench his fists and test the strength of his arms.

This was the first time in his life that he had fought like this, and when he first became a first-level chess player, he had impatiently entered the chess pieces, and he was shocked by that feeling at that time, completely shocked.

Generals, elephant soldiers, chariots and horses, cannons, countless creeps. The waves are magnificent, as if you are in the depths of stormy waves. That kind of momentum is convincing and full of love, deep infatuation, infatuation to madness.

Since then, a magnificent world has slowly unfolded in front of his life, and the world has become vast, more beautiful, and more exciting. It's like a frog in a well jumping out, squatting on the edge of the well, looking at the clear blue sky, the clouds are rolling. It's like a fish in a lake jumping over the dragon gate and coming out into the sea to look at those beautiful corals.

If you don't jump out of that well, the frog will never know the boundlessness of the sky, and it won't know that there is such a thing as an eagle. If the fish does not cross the dragon gate, then he will never know the vastness of the sea, and he will never know that there is such a behemoth as a whale.

And if he doesn't get started and doesn't become a little chess player, then he will live in a small village forever and never understand the vastness and wonder of the world.

If a person does not have a big heart, then his world will not be big. It's like people who don't want to climb a high mountain, they won't be able to see far.

In the year after Weiyun's death, Weiqi was in a daze every day. It's like I'm crazy.,Always like to hide in the dark.,Alone.。

One day, He Feng came to him, pulled him out of the dark room, pulled him up a high mountain, was a little awake by the cold wind on the high mountain, opened his half-squinted eyes, and looked into the distance. But when he looked at it for a while, he found a stone, sat down against it, and hugged himself tightly with both hands.

"Do you know how big this world is?" He Feng asked suddenly, and then replied to himself in a muttering voice, "This world is hundreds of millions of miles, there are countless mountains and rivers, rivers, lakes and seas, thousands of miles of plains, thousands of miles of yellow sand, and vast alpine forests. And what is this relative to the universe as a whole? You know that our planet is just one of countless planets in the infinite universe. Are you willing to be a speck of obscurity? Are you willing to be just an insignificant wave in this great world? Are you willing to live only in this small corner of the village, instead of looking at the vast, lively and interesting world outside, maybe in the future, you can have the opportunity to explore the depths of the universe, those mysterious planets, those eternal beauty. ”

"It's annoying, old man. Wei Qisheng glanced at He Feng, who was standing on the edge of the cliff and talking boastfully, stood up and left silently.

He Feng looked at the back of his departing life, and the cold wind blew his white beard high.

At night, Wei Qisheng sat on the roof, looking at the night sky, the thirty particularly bright stars in the night sky, that is, the so-called thirty chess stars, there were originally thirty-two, but since that night, there were suddenly two less, and these two were still the black generals and red handsome people who wanted to be in high school. Their shattering caused the remaining thirty chess hearts in the sky to fight even worse, which was simply a chaotic world, disrupting the order of time and space.

Some people say that they are thirty-two hearts, the hearts of thirty-two supreme beings who invented chess. Even after they die, they still have to fight.

The chess heart is a heart that can be crazy for chess to destroy the gods, a heart that can give up everything for chess, and a heart that will never be extinguished.

"What can I do, not a chess player is a piece of waste. No matter how vast and beautiful the world is, it has nothing to do with me. He laughed at himself. He was a little desperate, a little angry. For some reason, Qidao closed his door. He was very envious of how gradually he could fight for himself without hesitation, but he was helpless even if his grandfather was forced to die, he only knew that he was hiding here and couldn't do anything.

"**yes, God, fuck your ancestors. Before he was born, he rushed to the sky, couldn't help but curse and curse, and he knelt on the roof, his face full of snot and tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

The cold wind of the night gave him a headache, and since the day his grandfather died, his brain had been drenched in heavy rain all night.

A glimmer of light streaked across the sky, another meteor.

The next day, he discovered that he could inject his soul and spiritual power into the chess pieces. That day, he couldn't sleep happily, like a child who got countless candies, like a scholar who was admitted to the top prize, like a farmer with a good harvest.

Looking at the battlefield that belongs to itself, the river boundary is vast. The soldiers in green armor stood proudly, their faces resolute, and they were full of strength. Look at the cannons, look at the majestic and steep horses, look at the galloping and free cars, and look at the loyal elephants and soldiers. Looking at himself full of strength, looking at the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

In his life, he felt that a magical road suddenly spread out under his feet, and this was a path that he had always dreamed of. A magnificent painting, an earth-shattering era.

That day, he went to He Feng, drank three bowls of wine, and then went to worship his grandfather Weiyun.

Today, it was the first time he had fought in this way, although the opponent was Rosie the Little Fatty.

Wei Qisheng pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng beside his waist, it was a sword, extremely sharp. Swinging forward, the army roared, resounding through the heavens and the earth, straight into the sky, magnificent.

"I'm not going to let you, before you die. The little fat man Rosie shouted, "Ma two into three." "The red majestic horse carried the little fat man Rosie, and rushed towards him in a raging fire. The greatest power of cavalry is that it is faster than infantry, but it is more agile than chariots. The shaft connection is very large.

"Cannon two flat three. "Of course, he will not be humble, let alone have no fighting spirit, he will take every game very seriously, because he believes that every game is a battle, you can only win and not lose, and if you lose, you will lose everything. In his heart, he remembered the battle between his grandfather Weiyun and the chess demon Basso.

The wind and clouds are changing, earth-shattering, terrifying, crazy and bloody Basso's demon soldiers, and the bright, brave and righteous black light warriors.

Sadly, Grandpa lost in the end.

There is a boundary that cannot be crossed, and there is a reverse scale that cannot be touched, and that is losing.

Ever since that day when he was able to put his soul and spiritual power into the chess pieces, he swore to his grandfather's stone tablet.

The cannon roared, and the black cannonballs bombarded the place where the red war horse passed, and the momentum shook the sky, stopping the attack of the little fat man Rossi.

"Seven soldiers into one. ”

"Like seven into five. ”

"The car is one in one. ”

The wheels are rolling, the horses' hooves are dashing, the cannons are rumbling, the flags are fluttering, and the soldiers are attacking forward with their swords.

The autumn roll call on the battlefield, the horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

The soldiers in black armor took the lead, drove straight in, slashed the red elephant with a knife, and the red cart rolled by, crushing the black soldier.

The cannon roared, shattering a large area of red horses, gunpowder smoke billowed out, corpses were everywhere, and black smoke billowed out of the sun.

The black and red pawns were almost the same in strength, colliding with each other and creating brilliant fire.

"Cannon two into five, will. "The black cannon moved quickly, and it was set up next to the soldier, and the soldier was beaten.

The red marshal was unwilling to struggle, but in vain he was killed by the black cannon.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the soldiers returned in ten years.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither.

"I lost. Rosie, the little fat man, withdrew from the chess piece, lowered his head, and looked at the chessboard with a depressed face.

Wei Qisheng remembered the scene of playing chess with his grandfather Weiyun before, sometimes his grandfather Weiyun asked him to have a car, a horse and a cannon, and finally killed him without leaving a piece of armor. Sometimes Grandpa Weiyun only has one horse to rush in, but it is like entering a no-man's land, killing seven in and seven out, so that there is no way to survive.

The difference in chess strength is really terrible, and the battle between him and Rossi the little fat man does not reflect this, because his chess strength is not much stronger than that of the little fat Rossi.

Wei Qisheng knew that if he used his current chess strength to fight against the chess demon Basso, then one of the chess demon Basso's magic horses could beat all his chariots and horses and artillery down, and there was no power to fight back. The combat power of the chess demon Basso magic horse is unimaginable in the future. When a magic horse comes to it, it can crush half of the rivers and mountains that have not yet been born, and destroy everything.

This is the difference in chess power.

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