Old Man Yu fell gently, and calmly responded to the various robberies and killings made by Zhou Ping in the chess game, and resolved them one by one.

Today, I played many games with people, only with Mr. Yu this game Zhou Ping failed to get an advantage in the middle game, after all, it is a juvenile character, Zhou Ping's aggressiveness is getting stronger and stronger, and the fall is more and more to the top, break, and other ways to press step by step, on the other hand, the old man Yu's chess style is steady, and the fall is not in a hurry, if you talk about the art of killing in chess, Old Man Yu is not defeated by chess ghosts, but if it is about solving chess, breaking the robbery, Old Man Yu's technique is not as good as even the chess ghost.

Zhou Ping's fall is getting faster and faster, and when it comes to the official, he almost drops without hesitation.

It's a pity that Zhou Ping is still younger after all, in the face of the almost perfect ending of the old man Yu, the young man who was eager to advance at the beginning was countered by the old man Yu step by step in the official stage, until the old man Yu who did not leak a drop of water retracted the last breath of Zhou Ping's black chess dragon, and Zhou Ping had no choice but to admit defeat.

Old Man Yu saw Zhou Ping, who was a little lost, smiled slightly, and asked, "Young man, you actually rarely talk to people, right?"

Zhou Ping smiled bitterly and nodded, "Before today, I haven't talked to anyone. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, only Old Man Yu stroked his beard in a fairy manner, this old grandmaster's chess strength was so profound, and he could see at a glance where Zhou Ping's lesion was.

The robbery and killing at the beginning of the game are almost perfect, and I am afraid that even the chess ghost can't do better than this young man. But when the chess reaches the middle game, the chess path begins to deviate, and several falls in the official stage directly cut off the vitality of the whole game. From all this, Old Man Yu concluded that this young man was indeed a talented demon, but he lacked the experience of competing with others after the middle game, and the ending was even more of a mess.

Old Man Yu told Zhou Ping what he thought and felt one by one, not only the chess players around him, but Zhou Ping was also open.

Parting, Zhou Ping respectfully gave a salute to Old Man Yu, and with a gesture of grace, Zhou Ping naturally treated him as a teacher.

Facing the young man's distant back, Old Man Yu smiled and said in a voice that no one could hear, "In this world, only that gentleman who is unparalleled in the country can teach such an extraordinary disciple." ”

Zhou Ping, who returned to Chen Bi'an's residence, saw Chen Bi'an smiling from ear to ear at the chess game in front of him as soon as he entered the house.

Zhou Ping didn't bother him, but tiptoed to the side, and as he expected, what Chen Bi'an reviewed was the game of chess he played against Old Man Yu.

Chen Bi'an beckoned Zhou Ping to sit down, raised his head and asked with a smile in his eyes, "How do you feel about winning seven games in a row today?"

Zhou Ping thought that Chen Bi'an was making fun of himself, his face turned red, and he replied, "Those seven games are not a game at all, in the eyes of the disciple, the seven games won before are far less useful than the one lost to Mr. Yu." ”

"Before I established an advantage in the middle game, my heart was in turmoil, not to mention the official stage, I couldn't figure out how I could make that kind of stupid move. ”

In the face of Zhou Ping's self-examination, Chen Bi'an laughed and said, "Talking with people, victory and defeat are common things, how can there be a real invincible chess player in the world?"

"You lost to the teacher of the entire Kyoto chess world, and even your master and I were instructed by Mr. Yu when I was young, so it's not a shame. ”

Zhou Ping smiled when he heard this, and Chen Bi'an began to take Zhou Ping to review when he saw this.

"You did a good job at the beginning, and this son must have become a thorn in Mr. Yu's side at that time. ”

"In the middle of the game, you have to start thinking about the repeated robbery and killing that are very likely to come in the follow-up official stage, but you are still thinking about the gains and losses of one and a half goals, which is really not right. ”

Under Chen Bi'an's patient and meticulous review and explanation, Zhou Ping also began to gradually understand, and the whole game of chess became more and more transparent in his eyes, and even every chess piece in the chess Zhou Ping remembered in his heart.

The next day, Zhou Ping once again started the Wuji boxing method that he had not practiced for a long time on the top of the mountain behind the academy.

"Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, chess is divided into black and white, and boxing naturally has a combination of rigidity and softness. ”

Zhou Ping muttered as he struck the originally gentle and slow Wuji Fist out of the most rigid momentum.

One yin and one yang, one soft and one rigid, Zhou Ping stepped lightly, broke the wind with one punch, and the moves of Wujiquan were gradually dismantled and divided in his eyes, pushing hands, wrapping steps, and punching hard.

A set of rigid and soft boxing techniques was gradually born under Zhou Ping's enlightenment.

An old man with a white beard came to the top of the mountain, and just sat on the grass to take a nap, but faintly heard the sound of breaking wind not far away.

The white-bearded old man was none other than Han Sandao, the dean of the Sage Academy, and he saw from a distance that Zhou Ping was playing a set of extremely strange boxing techniques, where the boxing techniques were feminine, as if they were weak and boneless, and where they were masculine, their fists broke the wind.

"Is this the little apprentice that Chen Bi'an has newly adopted?" Han Sandao shook his head with a smile and sighed lightly, "This kind of understanding is amazing!"

Zhou Ping was immersed in boxing, not affected by the outside world at all, and when he finished a set of Wuji Fist, he suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

What if I were in chess?

Zhou Ping closed his eyes lightly, it was dark in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, got rid of distracting thoughts, and saw the flowers and trees on the top of the mountain as nothing, for a long time, Zhou Ping's breathing gradually slowed down, as if he was integrated with the mountain breeze.

His eyes suddenly opened, and Zhou Ping saw nothing in the world in front of him, and he himself was no longer on the top of the mountain, but standing in the darkness, under his feet, stepping on a chessboard of heaven and earth.

Zhou Ping, who was in the center of the chessboard, took a light step forward, and the entire chessboard was instantly lit up.

On that day, Zhou Ping entered the game.

In the clouds above the nine heavens, a man in green clothes smiled, waved his hand and turned the colorful clouds into a chessboard, the man sitting alone in front of the chessboard fell lightly, and the whole cloud seemed to be still for a moment, leaving the man in green clothes alone to remove the remnant clouds and smile at the world.

And all this is even more bizarre in Han Sandao's eyes, although it is only Zhou Ping's image on the chessboard of the world and the chessboard, but in Han Sandao's eyes, it is a teenager, stepping on the two qi of yin and yang, dancing in the wonders of the nine heavens!

I don't know when the thick clouds piled up in the air, and Zhou Ping once again felt the mysterious artistic conception of the many stardust on him the night before the academy's big test.

Finally, the yin and yang qi under Zhou Ping's feet gradually dissipated, his feet fell to the ground again, and the originally thick rain clouds also dissipated at this moment.

Zhou Ping didn't know how much impact he had caused, he just felt that he had realized something today, whether it was boxing, footwork, or chess, he had made great progress.

And all this can only be seen by Han Sandao, who is standing in the distance, although it is only a few breaths, but he dares to conclude that Zhou Ping must have entered the realm of the unity of heaven and man, otherwise how could the dome cumulus cloud dissipate in an instant? This is clearly a vision of heaven and earth!

"The art of yin and yang, the unity of heaven and man......" Han Sandao, who had lived for decades, also trembled a little.

"Chen Bi'an, what kind of demon are you training!"