There is a beautiful legend.

This legend has nothing to do with the stone, according to legend, thousands of years ago, the Xiling Temple was called the early years of Dazhi, the tile mountain was not called the tile mountain, it was called the Mantou Mountain, there was a woodcutter named Wang Zhen because of chopping wood into the deep mountain, saw a few old monks playing chess, curiously stepped forward to watch, found that the fight on the chessboard was extremely tragic, and it was actually into the gods and forgot to leave.

An old monk saw that he was intoxicated, handed him a steamed bun, strange to say, after the king ate the steamed bun, he no longer felt hungry, and sat by the chessboard from the morning to the twilight.

As the twilight faded into the mountains, the game of chess under the tree had not yet been played, and the old monk who had given him food raised his head, looked at Wang Zhen and said, "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave." ”

Wang Zhen reluctantly stood on the chessboard of Chapter 66 of the Eventful Autumn of Volume 3 and got up interestingly, ready to leave, but when he picked up the axe he used to chop wood, he was shocked to find that the wooden handle of the axe had rotted into dust, and when he walked out of the mountains and returned to his hometown, he found that his peers had all died.

Only then did he realize that he had been watching chess under the tree for a day, and it had been a hundred years in the world.

This legend spread widely, and later Mantou Mountain became Washan Mountain, and the ancient temple in the mountain, because of this legend was called the Rotten Ke Temple, and gradually became the official temple name.

Because of this legend, the chess style near Washan is extremely popular, whether it is a gentry or a farmer, they have been practicing chess since childhood, and the black and white flags that Ning Que saw in the town in front of the mountain are closely related to this atmosphere.

And the Rotten Ke Temple got its name from this. The monks in the temple are naturally proficient in this way. Today, the endgame on the stone table chessboard under the big green tree is the means used by the Rotten Ke Temple to select people who are destined, and you don't need to think about it to know that it is extremely difficult.

So Ning Que didn't think that Sang Sang would be able to solve this game of chess, but he didn't expect that the first chess piece that Sang Sang seemed to fall on would make a big mistake, which caused the Southern Jin chess master to shout in annoyance.

The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master shouted loudly, and his attitude was very bad, and the cultivators who were watching the chess on the chessboard in the sixty-sixth chapter of the third volume of the eventful autumn naturally looked at each other angrily, thinking that this person would dare to be so disrespectful to the daughter of light. It really should be sent to the secluded pavilion and locked up for a hundred years.

The cultivator's gaze could not affect this Southern Jin chess master at all, and he forcibly broke free from his companion's arm and rushed to the stone table. With endless regret and anger, he shouted loudly: "Although this game of chess can be broken, but I also thought for half an hour to find the idea, you female doll didn't even want to think about it, it's really a fool's errand, can you play chess? If you can't play, what are you doing?"

Mo Shanshan beside the stone table raised his head and looked at this person, because her eyes were not very good, so her feelings were a little confused, and said, "I am really not good at chess. What's wrong?"

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty came to his senses at this time, turned to look at the black carriage, pointed to the newly dropped white chess piece on the stone table chessboard with his left hand, and said angrily: "You Tang people are all straightforward people, where do you know the art of tossing and turning between square inches! You girl doesn't even understand chess skills, what do you put indiscriminately! If you don't put this one around, you will die!"

Seeing this person shouting at the black carriage, the cultivators who gathered around the green tree to watch the chess were not even bothered to be angry, confirming that this person was an idiot who was not afraid of death-since it was a chess game played by the Children of Light, even if it was wrong, it must be wrong and had a deep meaning. Where can you, as an ordinary person, comprehend?

The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master was obsessed with chess all his life, and entered the court when he got out of the chess room, even if he played against His Majesty the Emperor of the Southern Jin Dynasty, he didn't know what it meant to make chess, and he really loved chess. How do you know the status of the little girl in the black carriage in the cultivation world, the so-called ignorant are fearless. Still angrily lecturing each other.

Ning Que shook his head and signaled the Sword Pavilion disciple not to be nervous, anyway, he didn't think that Sang Sang could really solve this game of chess, but just warned the Southern Jin chess master and said, "Be quiet, don't swear." ”

The chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty was stunned, and recognized that he was the young man he had seen in the Rotten Ke Temple early yesterday morning, his voice was unnaturally quieter, and he said angrily: "Chess is an elegant thing, how can I swear." ”

Not to mention the distractions on this side of the chessboard.

The yellow-clothed old monk sat across the chessboard, his expression calm and indifferent.

He has studied chess in his life, especially the endgame under the tree, and he doesn't know how many years he has thought about it, and he has not been able to review the game more than a thousand times, and at this time, looking at the white chess piece that has just fallen on the chessboard, like the chess master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, he confirmed that the white chess piece has fallen into an irreparable dead end because of this move.

This endgame is called Chaoke, which means chaotic firewood - when there is no external force, the chaotic firewood pile seems to be stable, but in fact it is always on the verge of collapse, and if you want to break this endgame, you have to reassemble the order of dry firewood in the firewood pile under the condition of ensuring that it does not fall, and the difficulty can be imagined.

Previously, Sang Sang whispered the direction in the car window, and the bookworm fell according to his words, and the white chess piece took the hollow bottom in the complicated chess game, just like unreasonably reaching out and pulling out the thickest dry firewood at the bottom of the pyre, which seemed to be tough, but in fact completely destroyed the balance of the pyre.

The pyre has collapsed on the ground.

The old monk in yellow said: "This game is over. ”

The practitioners who watched the chess of Daqingshu, since they wanted to see Master Qishan today, were naturally quite confident in the way of chess, or with companions who were proficient in this way, at this time, when they heard this, they carefully examined the situation on the chessboard, and couldn't help but be stunned to find that what the Southern Jin chess master said was right, and the white chess was no longer able to regain its vitality.

Thinking that the Daughter of Light's first attack ended so hastily, people's eyes looking at the black carriage became a little complicated, but they still did not dare to show the slightest doubt or disrespect.

There was silence on the side of the mountain stream, and the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward.

However, at this moment, Sangsang's voice came from the black carriage again.

"This chess...... It's really interesting...... The curtains flickered slightly, and Sang Sang whispered two numbers.

Just like every time Ning Que shoots an arrow, she says two numbers, as if she doesn't need to think about it.

Mo Shanshan, who was sitting in front of the chessboard, was slightly stunned and took out a white piece from the chess urn. Put it somewhere on the board.

The old monk in yellow frowned slightly. Unexpectedly, in the situation where white chess was already bound to lose, the girl of light in the black carriage seemed to want to insist, which in his opinion was really not in line with the elegance of chess.

The Southern Jin chess master didn't know what he had found, so he leaned over to the chessboard and stared at the seemingly ordinary white chess piece very closely, as if he saw something very strange.

He said with a slightly different expression: "Oh, it seems to be interesting." ”

The old monk in yellow also noticed the strangeness of the position of the white chess piece, and couldn't help but think of the past many years ago, and his indifferent expression gradually became warm. smiled and said, "Interesting...... Sangsang is a very smart little girl. In Ning Que's words, she is just too lazy to think about things and is used to relying on Ning Que, so she will seem a little wooden. Even when chopping wood, she is always stupid, since she was born with a temperament that is too lazy to think, when did she start to find it interesting to play chess?

It all started two years ago. At that time, Ning Que was far away in the wasteland, and Chen Pipi was instructed by him to often go to the old pen in Lane 47 to take care of Sangsang. Chen Pipi once heard Ning Que say that Sangsang was a real genius, which made him convinced, so he began several competitions that no one knew about.

At the beginning, Chen Pipi and Sang Sang compared their memory, failed miserably, and then played against Sang Sang. But it came to an abrupt end because the old man Wei Guangming returned to the old pen, and Master Yan Se came again.

Then came the embarrassing and emotional story.

But the first time Sang Sang officially played chess was that time, the rules on the chessboard, and she learned it from that day, and when she learned it, Chen Pipi never beat her again.

There are bets on Sangsang and Chen Pipi to play chess.

Every time he wins a game of chess, Sangsang will gain something.

So she started to think that playing chess was really interesting.

This is also why she would cautiously ask the old monk in yellow what the game of chess was.

The so-called habit becomes nature.

Later, when Sang Sang cooked for Ning Que in the mountain behind the academy and cooked for the master and the group of senior brothers and sisters, she occasionally met the fifth senior brother and the eighth senior brother who were obsessed with chess, and was dragged to play dozens of games of chess.

This time on the trip to the Rotten Ke Temple. When she was sick, she would also spend time with the chess games given by these two brothers.

The fifth senior brother of the academy once said that Sangsang's talent in chess is far better than Ning Que's, and what kind of talent has that talent reached, and what is her real chess strength now. She didn't know it herself.

But she found it more and more interesting to play chess.

Even if it would be a little regrettable not to have a bet, it is still very interesting...... Under the big green tree.

The Southern Jin chess master shook his head with some regret. said: "Although it is interesting, this road is still impassable. ”

The endgame is called Rotten Ke.

The second son of Sangsang fell, faintly corresponding to the previous first son, no longer pulled out the thickest hard wood from the messy firewood, but used the hard wood to scatter all the firewood pressed on it more horizontally.

It's not a bottom-of-the-pot salary, it's better than a bottom-of-the-pot salary.

Completely disrupting the chess position and then finding another way, such a means of rebuilding after total destruction, concealing the profit and loss of the Daomen, and with the courage to survive in death, seems to be really a feasible method.

However, in this game, black has a great advantage, strong enough to be crushed directly, and white is chaotic at this time, how can it resist the opponent's attack? More importantly, even if white can support under the attack of black, how can he rebuild his own chess position?

The old monk in yellow didn't say anything, although he also thought that this white chess piece was interesting, but the first time he saw it, he confirmed that the white chess still had no way to get out of the dead end.

The white pieces are scattered all over the board, like a mess of firewood scattered on the ground, absolutely chaotic, and it takes a lot of calculations to reassemble them into an orderly shape. That kind of calculation is not something that humans can accomplish at all, even the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle who is famous for his arithmetic in the Xiling Temple cannot do it.

It's not about intelligence, it's not about talent in chess, it's about the rules of the world itself.

The rule is that manpower is sometimes poor.

No matter how smart and talented a person is, there is still a limit to what can be accommodated in his mind.

Decades ago, the old monk in yellow tried this method, and he worked day and night for three whole months of hard thinking, but he still could not complete the calculation, and he did not even see a trace of success.

It was then that he realized that this solution seemed to make sense, but in fact it didn't make sense at all.

Because this is not a solution that humans can accomplish. (Fastest update)

Unless the person who plays chess can ignore the rules of this world...... It was so quiet under the big green tree that you could only hear the crisp sound of the chess pieces gently falling on the stone table chessboard.

In the black carriage, Sang Sang whispered, and a white chess piece fell.

There were already seven or eight more whites on the chessboard.

The old monk in yellow was a little surprised to find that the solution of the little girl in the carriage was very similar to the first few steps of the solution he had calculated after months of hard thinking.

Although the position of the two pieces is a little different, it is true that they are walking on the right path, but unfortunately, this seemingly correct path is still not the way forward.

Thinking that this little girl had a very short time to think, she could do this, the old monk in yellow couldn't help but nod slowly, the expression on his face became more and more gentle, and he thought that she was worthy of being the daughter of light in Xiling Temple, and she was really smart to the extreme.

The selection of candidates who are qualified to meet Master Qishan does not need the other party to break three chess games in a row, because the three games of the mountain road are indeed extremely difficult, even if they are first-class players in the world, they may not be able to do it, let alone those practitioners who are not proficient in chess.

The three games of the mountain path are a test of what kind of wisdom and courage the practitioner can show in breaking the endgame and playing games, as well as other precious qualities, as long as they are excellent, they can still pass guò.

The old monk in yellow knew that white chess was still on the road to death, but the courage shown by the little girl in the carriage when solving the game, especially the wisdom represented by the extraordinary mental arithmetic ability, was good enough, and could even be said to be a genius.

Since Sang Sang is a big man with a noble status in the Xiling Temple, the old monk naturally will not let her continue to go on the wrong path to the dark and hopeless, let the Daughter of Light lose too badly, and it is inevitable that she will be too disrespectful to the Daomen.

The old monk in yellow stood up, looked at the black carriage and said with a gentle expression: "Sure enough, she is worthy of being the daughter of light, and her intelligence is unparalleled, although this solution still does not work, but you can pass this game in the three games of the mountain road." ”

Then he looked at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, you were a little wrong just now, in fact, the rules of my Rotten Ke Temple are not necessarily dead, and there are some rules that I think should be respected by people." ”

Although Ning Que didn't necessarily agree with the old monk's statement, since the other party had agreed to cross the stream by himself, and he also praised Sangsang, he was more satisfied and nodded slightly to the old monk.

The Southern Jin Dynasty chess master, who had been watching the game by the chessboard, praised him: "What the master said is reasonable, although this little girl's solution has not really understood the subtlety of chess, but the strength of the calculation really makes me a little embarrassed." ”

Seeing this result, the cultivators were all satisfied, and they nodded their heads in admiration, wondering if they had really seen the wisdom of the Lady of Light from the situation on the chessboard.

Some people are satisfied, and naturally some people are not satisfied.

Aunt Qu Nimadi was very dissatisfied, and snorted coldly in some disappointment.

There was another person in the room who was not satisfied.

Sang Sang's somewhat puzzled voice came from the black carriage.

"I'm going to win, why don't I go down...... Chapter 3 4,000 Words Delivered!I'm going to sleep!Please vote!) (To be continued)rq!!