"White is almost upside down,"

"18 wins in a row."

"Lao Yu, the fifth old business, was beaten to the fourth son, and he can't do it at the beginning of his career."

"It's not good to say, Lao Yu's calculation power in the middle of the game has decreased significantly, and I can't see clearly whether I am alive or dead, if I am replaced, I will definitely be able to win if I am the fourth son."

In the chess hall, a group of people gathered around a chess table, looking at the teenagers and old people who were playing chess, whispering in a low voice.

The voice was very small, as if it was afraid of disturbing the people playing chess.

"I lost."

The old man counted the meshes on the chessboard again, took out two chess pieces from his chess jar and put them on the chessboard, signaling that he had admitted defeat.

Looking at the old man's movements, Ying Jie also bowed back: "Agreed." ”

The old man shook his head when he heard this: "No, the heart of the loser is convinced, and the gap between the four sons will catch up with one hundred hands, and the gap is too big."

Don't talk about this, Mr. Xiao Ying, let's take a look at it, let's study what's wrong? ”

"Actually, there is no big problem with the overall situation, if there is a problem, let's just say this.

The typical "Yellow Warbler Fluttering Butterfly" chess pattern is essentially just a local life-and-death problem, although it is a little more complicated, but you should not make this mistake at your level. ”

Looking at the problem that was pointed out, the old man touched his bald head embarrassedly: "People are old, and they can't figure it out." ”

"Teacher Ying, don't give him face, to put it bluntly, the game will collapse at the beginning. There are more than 100 hands to catch up, if it weren't for the local Xiao Ying teacher in the upper left corner, a hundred hands would be about the same. ”

"Lao Wang, are you embarrassed to say me? Forget what you were like when you were killed yesterday.

Forget about the honest ending, I have to rob Teacher Xiao Ying, and in the end I lost thirty or forty meshes. ”

"I have a learning mentality, what's the difference between losing ten and thirty? The important thing is to learn! It's not like you, you can't find a place to fight, and you won't have any nutrition if you win.

You look at your part, as long as you are willing to break up, you may not be able to kill you against white chess, no matter how bad it is, you can live double, and you will be cowardly. ”

"Fart, this part has no value at all, do you know what it means to be an abandoned son!"

"Abandon the dragons, huh?"

"Hahaha!"

A few old people around me looked like they were pointing at the chessboard with their hands, indicating that they should play this and this, while making fun of each other's stinky plays, and the store was filled with all kinds of cheerful atmospheres.

Ying Jie closed his eyes listening to the noisy sounds around him, and he didn't care about the discussion around him, and this game of chess had no value for him.

The only value is......

"Win this game and get 5 mastery points."

"One more game should be enough, and you can make up the three sons in the next game with the mastery in the evening, and then review it."

Looking at the points in his system, Ying Jie nodded silently, and then looked up and asked the people around him: "Let's go to the next game, who will advise?" ”

"I'll do it."

Ying Jie looked up at the old man who was talking, he was a little raw, he shouldn't have met him in a month of playing chess.

"Qi Lao?"

"Aren't you in the imperial capital? When will you run back? ”

"Lao Qi, you haven't cashed in on the Yunzi you lost in the last bet."

The old man ignored the greetings of the old friends around him, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Ying Jie: "My name is Qi Zhenxi, and I am the owner of this store." ”

"Hello."

Ying Jie nodded when he heard this, it turned out to be the owner of the store, no wonder everyone around him knew him.

"I heard from the front desk, you play chess here and win more than a dozen games in a row?"

"Count the game just now, 18 sets."

Before Ying Jie could speak, the old man next to him began to introduce you and me sentence by sentence.

"Teacher Xiao Ying came over more than a month ago, first divided with us, and until now he has let the fourth son, and he has never lost."

Let the four sons?

Qi Zhenxi frowned when he heard this, several old friends here know each other, and several of them are considered strong players in the amateur fifth stage.

Even if you are old now, your computing power has declined, and you may not be able to move the four sons at the beginning of your ordinary career.

It should be a teenager in the rushing section, and it's not ordinary.

Thinking of this, Qi Zhenxi couldn't help but shake his head a little disappointed, he originally heard the people from his chess hall call and said that there was a genius boy who came to listen to the accent, and he wanted to have the opportunity to train local Go players.

It should have been cut off by now, and it is estimated that it has taken a lot of time to cultivate.

After all, from the perspective of a normal person, the amateur fifth dan may still be self-taught by time.

But the path to the profession of the amateur fifth stage can only be walked in the dojos of big cities such as the imperial capital of Hangzhou.

If someone can become a career through self-education, they are no longer geniuses, they are only people in novels and TV dramas.

"Which dojo are you from?"

"Nie ...... Ah, I haven't been to the dojo here yet. ”

"Haven't been to the dojo?"

Qi Zhenxi didn't believe it when he heard this, there was no high-level chess player above the fifth level to teach, feed the moves, and play repeated games with the same level, and it was difficult to make progress.

"There are teachers to teach."

Yes, Master Artist.

"How long have you been studying?"

"It should be six years when you add it up."

Ying Jie estimated the time he spent learning chess in his previous life, and he had about this time.

"Yes, guess first."

Although Qi Zhenxi was a little confused about Jie's words, he still wanted to further understand the other party through Go.

Go, also known as "hand talk", is a game in which the two sides communicate in the language of the move, and each move conveys a message.

Due to the different reasons of personality, each person's chess style is also different, even in the later Ai era, every chess player's chess style is constantly moving closer to AI, but it will still retain its own unique style, except for a complete change.

Qi Zhenxi grabbed a chess piece from the jar and held it in his hand, and Ying Jie also took a chess piece from his jar and placed it on the chessboard.

Go is divided into black and white, black first and white second, and the normal game is to guess first.

That is, the player with the upper rank or rank takes a handful of white pieces from a pile of white pieces and puts it on the chessboard, and then the opponent guesses.

The other side takes one or two pieces from black, which means that you guess whether the opponent's pieces are odd or even.

If Black guesses correctly, then he plays black and makes the first move.

If you guess wrong, you play white.

Because black has an advantage in the first move, white has a purposeful compensation under the current rules of Go.

The sticker is that the first side wants to give up to the later side, a certain advantage, the Chinese rule is that the black chess is pasted with seven and a half eyes, and the rules of Japan and South Korea are pasted with six and a half eyes.

And the meaning of let zi is clearer, that is, the side with high chess skills lets the low side put a few pieces on the Go board first.

Let one son in advance can be simply understood as ten meshes, and two subs are equivalent to making yourself almost twenty meshes, which is generally a way to get started and started, and the gap between the levels is offset by letting the sub.

Qi Zhenxi put the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard, a simple number, a singular number.

Ying Jie guessed correctly, and the black went first.