The practitioners who watched the chess couldn't help but be in an uproar and were puzzled.

At this point, they had already seen that according to White's current solution, there was no possibility of winning at all. The old monk in yellow decided to abort the chess game and let the black carriage cross the stream and go up the mountain, which was already a very kind move, why did Sang Sang not seem to have the intention of accepting it, could it be that this girl of light really thought that she could solve this game of chess?

The yellow-clothed old monk was even more stunned, looking at the black carriage and frowning, he admired Sang Sang's courage and wisdom, it didn't mean that he thought she could crack this game, but he didn't expect that Sang Sang didn't seem to want to accept his kindness, in his opinion, even if you are the noble daughter of light in the Xiling Temple, it is an extremely rude move.

The old monk is a reclusive elder of the Rotten Ke Temple, since he feels that the other party is rude, he is naturally inevitably a little annoyed by the third volume of the eventful autumn Chapter 67 Tiansuan, his face is slightly cold, he sat down on the side of the stone table chessboard, and took out a black chess piece from the urn and landed on the chessboard.

The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master didn't expect that Sang Sang would not accept the mention of the Rotten Ke Temple to stop breaking the game, so he couldn't help but shake his head again and again, sighed and said, "Could it be that you, this little girl, really think that you can win?"

Sang Sang lifted the corner of the blue curtain of the carriage, looked at the newly dropped black chess piece on the chessboard, and found that the black chess piece looked very beautiful in the sky light leaked by the green tree, and said the direction with a smile.

Mo Shanshan picked up a white chess piece, lightly landed on the chessboard, and pasted it next to the black chess piece.

The old man in yellow was a little annoyed at this time.

However, when he saw the position of the white chess, he felt a slight expression for no reason, and he suddenly found that the trend of the white chess was completely different from the trend of his painstaking study back then, and the scattered arrows composed of several white chess pieces on the chessboard seemed to be going to another world.

The white disc caught him off guard, so he was silent for a while before he did his part.

And just as his old fingers had just left the surface of the black vain, Sang Sang's slight voice sounded again, and there seemed to be no pause in the middle, and another white chess piece landed on the chessboard.

The silver-white eyebrows of the yellow-clothed old monk slowly floated in the autumn wind.

He looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, which were entangled and conflicted with each other, and looked very mottled, and suddenly he had an extremely strong sense of vigilance.

The Southern Jin chess master was shocked again, stood on the edge of the chessboard and looked down, looking very carefully.

Sangsang's voice kept coming out of the black carriage.

The white chess pieces were constantly taken out of the chess urn by Mo Shanshan, but calmly landed on the stone chessboard.

The eyebrows of the yellow-clothed old monk fluttered more and more frequently, and the cautious contemplation and surprise on the old man's face kept changing, as if he saw that some impossible possibility was emerging.

The frequency of the Southern Jin chess player's surprise became more and more intensive, his body leaned lower and lower from the table, and his eyes became bigger and bigger, as if he saw the white chess pieces, and he came to life incredibly.

Sangsang's voice continued to sound under the green trees.

Four or five more pieces fell on the stone table chessboard.

The expression of the old monk in yellow became more solemn than ever, and the slightly trembling monk's robe revealed how nervous he was at this time, and a few beads of sweat like soybeans appeared on his forehead.

"There are really piles of images of Chaoke, too ...... How is that possible? Is there really anyone in the world who can figure it out?"

The old monk in yellow looked at the endgame in front of him, and muttered to himself in an extremely dry voice, his body seemed to have become stiff, and he reached into the chess urn and touched it for a long time before he found a black chess.

"How can anyone calculate? This white chess piece walks on the single-plank bridge every move, and the slightest miscalculation is the tragic end of falling into the abyss, and every time he falls, he waits for one more step on the bridge, the danger increases by one point, and the difficulty of the calculation increases by one point. I have killed countless battles on the chessboard in my life, and I realized that the truth of chess is that people are not as good as heaven. No matter how amazing this little girl's computing power is, can she really go against the sky?"

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty stared at the chessboard with round eyes, waved his right hand and said hoarsely, I don't know if he was helping the old monk in yellow to stabilize his mind or if he wanted to release the shock and anxiety in his heart.

He took out a few smooth chess pieces in the chess urn, put them in his slightly trembling right hand and kept playing with them, trying to calm himself down, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Impossible, this impossible." ”

The chaotic endgame is unfathomable, and the cultivation of watching chess~~-Update the starter~~ The walkers did not see that the chess game seemed to have changed a lot until this time, and those who still couldn't understand it, looking at the beads of sweat on the forehead of the old monk in yellow and the crazy appearance of the Southern Jin Dynasty chess master, also vaguely guessed that the situation of white chess had changed greatly.

Sangsang's voice was still ringing, a little tired at this time, but still childish and accurate, and what was even more shocking was that there was no pause in between, as if she didn't need to think at all.

The speed of the yellow-clothed old monk Yingzi is getting slower and slower, and he has to think carefully for a long time every time before he carefully drops the black chess, and the yellow monk's robe on his body has been soaked with sweat for some time.

There are more and more chess pieces on the stone table chessboard, and the black and white colors are silently fighting and devouring in the autumn light of the mountains, just like the blending and separation of night and day in the early morning and dusk.

There was silence. You can only hear the crisp and soft sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard, the soft sound of the autumn wind stirring the green trees, and the soft sound of the autumn water flowing through the depths of the mountain stream.

Time passed, the morning light had left Washan, autumn was approaching, and the game of chess had come to an end.

The old monk's right hand trembled slightly in the autumn wind, and he held a black chess piece between his fingers, and he looked at the stone table in front of him with dense chess pieces, but he couldn't fall down, because he didn't know where to land.

The eyes of the Southern Jin chess master stared for a long time, extremely dry, covered with bloodshots, and the chess pieces held in his right hand were sharpened into sharp gravel by him at some point, cutting through the palm, and the blood dripped down his right hand that was clenched into a fist, and fell on a cyan leaf on the ground, but he didn't know it.

He suddenly came to his senses, looked up at the black carriage that no longer sounded the sound of chess, his face was full of awe and horror, and he shouted in a trembling voice, "This is the heavenly calculation?

The old monk in yellow slowly stood up with great difficulty, then turned to the black carriage and saluted.

At this moment, the people watching chess finally confirmed that Sangsang had won, and couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamations, and the practitioners who really knew chess looked at the dense chess pieces on the chessboard, and were even more shocked and speechless, and gave birth to infinite praise.

People looked at the black carriage with a look of awe in their eyes.

When they bowed to the black carriage before, the people's expressions were also very awe-inspiring, but at that time, people were in awe of the identity of the Daughter of Light of Sangsang and the powerful authority of the Xiling Temple in the world, but at this time, they were in awe of the purest wisdom that the Daughter of Light showed in this breakthrough.

Since they are cultivating, of course everyone understands what this pure wisdom represents.

In the past two years, the cultivation world has vaguely known that the successor of the previous Divine Seat of Light is in Chang'an, but because of the cover-up of the Xiling Divine Temple, they don't know what kind of person the Daughter of Light is.

Later, when they learned that the Daughter of Light was the daughter of the Minister of the Tang Kingdom and the maid of the Thirteenth Master of the Academy, the cultivation world couldn't help but have some doubts about what kind of potential or ability she had, to be so valued by the Xiling Temple, and to be selected as the successor by the former Great Priest of Light, until today they finally understood that everything made sense.

Sangsang really cracked the endgame. Even Ning Que couldn't believe it for a while, of course he was very happy, especially when he thought back to the scene when Washan was silent before, and only Sangsang's childish voice echoed on the stone table, and his heart actually appeared in his heart The happiness and sentimentality of the daughter of my family who grew up.

And just when the old monk in yellow saluted and admitted defeat, he suddenly noticed that the figure of the hanging temple monk in the Buddha chariot under the bridge leaned forward slightly, and seemed to be extremely concerned about Sangsang, and he couldn't help but be vigilant in 1s.

He withdrew his gaze from the Buddha chariot and asked, "Can we go up the mountain?"

Guanhai monk has been beside him, witnessing the whole process of Sangsang's chaotic Ke endgame, and sincerely praised: "Sure enough, she is the legendary daughter of light, and people are better than heaven, senior brother, please." ”

Looking at Sangsang so beautiful, the big black horse proudly thought that although this hostess was born ordinary, the means were not bad, and he couldn't help but snort happily, and the horses beside the stream who were grazing with their heads bowed, heard its voice, but subconsciously became frightened, and fled to the top of the grass slope in a big way.

The black carriage slowly drove up the stone bridge and crossed the tiger leaping stream.

Looking at the black carriage that gradually disappeared into the depths of the Washan Mountain, the cultivators looked in awe.

The Southern Jin chess master didn't know what to think, and ran up the stone bridge with steps, chasing in the direction of the black carriage.

The old monk in yellow should have stopped the somewhat crazy Southern Jin chess master, but he seemed to have forgotten about it, and just looked at the chess game on the stone table and was silent.

He had watched this game of chess called Ranke for decades, and he was confident that he was familiar with all the changes in the game, but at this time, he suddenly found that this game was a little incomprehensible.

If it was not him who presided over the endgame today, but someone else, the black chess must have been defeated long ago before Sangsang's awesome heavenly calculation, but it was precisely because he knew this game of reckless chess better than anyone else in the world that he had struggled to support it for a longer time before Sangsang Tiansuan, and his mind was extremely severely damaged.

The autumn breeze is slight.

The yellow-clothed old monk's body shook suddenly, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"The first game of Chaoke is not to express the lyric, and the winding path leads to the secluded, but the former sage who laid this endgame, where would he have thought that this person could turn the secluded winding path into a Yangguan chase by calculation alone?"

He wiped away the blood with the monk's sleeve, looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, and said in a slightly astringent voice: "There are people in the world who compete for heaven, then this game of chess has no meaning, let it stay here." ”

When the words fell, the yellow-clothed old monk waved his sleeves and brushed off the chessboard, brushing off a leaf.

Cheng Ziqing frowned and asked, "Master, if you keep this game of chess, what will you do next?"

"The endgame is not broken, what else is there to talk about? Those who want to cross the stream should feel free to do so. ”

The old monk in poison said, and then floated away.

Hearing that he could pass this level without breaking the chaos Ke endgame, the cultivators under the big green tree were overjoyed, and walked towards the stone bridge one after another, and the famous Song Guodao who was fond of chess fell behind, he walked to the stone table and looked at the chess game, and subconsciously reached out to pick up a white chess piece on it, but found that he didn't pick it up, and couldn't help but be surprised.

It turned out that the old monk in yellow was disturbed before leaving, I don't know what means he used, and he actually pressed and embedded all those black and white chess pieces into the stone chessboard. And the legendary Washan three games are always one game less.

(This is the first chapter, and it's really written to death, and this chapter took half a day...... If you still have a monthly pass in your hand, hurry up and vote for it, I really can't stand it, and the next chapter is ...... It's hard to decide whether it's alive or dead, but there will definitely be. ）！！！