"Zhenlong" is a Go term, also known as "Linglong". It refers to the ingenious creation of the whole picture, which is characterized by the ingenuity of the idea. In order to deliberately show off the traces of surprise, some people probably use techniques such as panzheng, death and life, tesushi, and murderous spirit, which affect the overall situation and are fascinating.

Ordinary "Zhenlong" has less than ten pieces, and most of them are only forty or fifty pieces, but there are more than 200 pieces in the "Zhenlong chess game" set by Wuyazi, and a game of chess has been played close to the end. Although Zhao Xuan's strength is not small, after the carving, he is still tired and sweats on his forehead and gasps slightly.

He had been playing this chess game for more than three months, and he had been studying it in the valley. Speaking of which, I have to say that Zhao Xuan was also a "strange person" in his previous life. He did not go to university, but he preferred Buddhism, Taoist classics, poetry and songs, and did not learn the skills of making a living, but preferred piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, hops and tea. On weekdays, he is half begging and half performing for a living. Even though his family situation is okay and he has a younger brother, he doesn't need to worry about his parents having nothing to rely on after crossing.

Since getting the "Zhenlong Chess Game", Zhao Xuan has worked hard to study. Because he has long known the truth of "putting death and then being born", and since he was reborn, in addition to cultivating, in addition to pretending to be crazy and stupid, he can only play games with himself in his head, or make a few crooked poems to relieve his worries and boredom. In the long run, not only did the chess game not fall behind, but it improved a lot more than before. It is two ways of calligraphy and painting, because I have not held the pen for a long time, it is quite rusty. At this time, he cultivated into a primordial god, and his spiritual wisdom increased, and after three months, he finally let him crack this chess game.

It can also be seen from this that he has learned a lot of things, and none of them can be called everyone, and the so-called "strange people" are just self-styled by him.

"Senior Duan, I don't know this 'Zhenlong Chess Game', what do the seniors think?" Zhao Xuan waited for himself to breathe for a while, and then spoke.

Duan Yanqing over there didn't answer immediately.

As soon as Zhao Xuan "fell", Duan Yanqing's eyes had already fallen on the "chessboard". The nineteen vertical and horizontal stripes carved by him and the Huangmei monk are straight and deep, which is evidence of the purity of internal strength. However, Zhao Xuan relied on the power of the blade, replacing the white son with the circle and the black son with the dot, and the circle and the dot were very shallow, so Duan Yanqing didn't care about it at first.

However, as Zhao Xuan's layout became more and more perfect, Duan Yanqing finally deeply realized the sad fact that "bad martial arts does not mean that chess is bad, and bad chess does not mean that he can't remember good chess".

I saw that this game of chess started with forty or fifty pieces, and each one was filled in, and it was a profound one, and when all the more than two hundred pieces were finished, I only felt that there was a catastrophe in it, and there was both co-living and immortality, or counterattacking, or retracting gas, and it was extremely complicated.

Duan Yanqing waited for Zhao Xuan to finish his move, looked at it for a while, and only calculated the life and death of a small white chess piece in the lower right corner, and felt dizzy for a while. At this time, I heard Zhao Xuan say again: "Duan senior, black first white later, Zhao Mou admits that he is a junior, so he will take the sunspot first." As he spoke, he swung his sword and headed for a spot near him.

Clang!

Gold and iron attacked, Duan Yanqing used a staff to refer to him, and with a "yang finger", Zhao Xuan's long sword was opened.

Zhao Xuan only felt a huge force coming, and he almost couldn't hold it. I only heard Duan Yanqing say steadily: "The young man is a guest from afar, and the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, so naturally it should be the old man who holds the first." ”

It turned out that Duan Yanqing had seen that it was very difficult to break this game, and the black and white chess had their own life and death, and they barely maintained a "draw" situation. Some white pieces are dead, but there is a way to live, and some black pieces are dead, but they do not necessarily have the power to fight back. In line with the principle of "I'd rather lose a few sons than lose a first", he couldn't let Zhao Xuan hold the sunspots.

Zhao Xuan's brows furrowed slightly, and the yellow-eyed monk and his two disciples were worried for a while. Finally, in Duan Yanqing's forced eyes, he said for the difficulty: "Since this is the case, let the seniors go first." ”

Duan Yanqing stopped talking, stared at the chess game intently, pondered intently, and after a while, the iron battle in his left hand suddenly came out, only to hear a pop, and there was a deep pit on a certain point crisscrossed by the "chessboard".

Zhao Xuan's heart jumped, and he secretly said Is this the power of a master? He can break the bluestone an inch deep from a distance of two zhang, but his reaction is not slow. This chess game is ever-changing, but he has every move in mind, and immediately uses Ling Bo to stab out diagonally, the tip of the sword flashes, and draws a small circle on the ground somewhere, responding to a white move.

Duan Yanqing thought for a while, and then went to the next son. Zhao Xuan was unhurried, took a piece to follow, and blocked the way of black chess. Duan Yanqing frowned, thought about it, and then went to the next son. After Zhao Xuan followed, he thought about it again, and then went down. One son and one son, the more Duan Yanqing thought about it, the longer he thought about it, but it was Zhao Xuan, who always maintained an unwavering speed.

When the two of them went down to more than 20 sons, the yellow-eyed monk on the side suddenly said: "Master Duan, you walked right at the beginning. When he got up on the eleventh day, he walked through the side door. After that, it will go further and further apathy, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to save it again. ”

Duan Yanqing's muscles were stiff and expressionless, and he agitated his abdomen and said, "Your Buddhism is famous and authentic, according to your righteous path, but how to solve the law?"

The yellow-eyed monk sighed, glanced at Zhao Xuan suspiciously, and said: "Master Zhao's chess game seems to be right and wrong, and it seems to be evil and not evil, and it can't be solved with the right way." But if you go off the rails, you can't do it!"

The iron battle in Duan Yanqing's left hand stopped in mid-air, trembling slightly, and he couldn't go down, and after a long time, he said: "There is no way forward, there are chasing soldiers behind, good is not, evil is not, so how can it be good?"

He was originally the prince of Dali, and his internal strength belonged to the authentic sect, but after he was crippled, he had to put aside the authentic martial arts of his own door and change to the evil art of the side door. Every time I concentrate on it, it is invaded by external demons, and it is difficult to control myself. And this "Zhenlong chess game" is already fascinating, and the words of the Huangmei monk touched his mood again, and for a while, Duan Yanqing was in a trance, and gradually entered the demon path.

Zhao Xuan raised his head and said with a smile: "Yes! It is easy for a person to go from good to evil, and it is difficult to rewrite and return to righteousness, and in your life, I am afraid that it will be ruined like this game of chess! Alas, it is a pity, a misstep becomes a thousand years of hatred, and if you want to look back, it is also impossible!" The words were full of pity.

The yellow-eyebrow monk's eyelids twitched, knowing that Zhao Xuan had bad intentions and took advantage of the fire to rob, wanting to lure Duan Yanqing into a demon. But he was invited by Duan Zhengming to deal with Duan Yanqing and rescue Duan Yu, but he didn't say much for a while. Just put your hands together and say, "Amitabha!"

Sure enough, Duan Yanqing over there was stunned, and said sadly: "With the respect of my prince of Dali Kingdom, today I am really ashamed of my ancestors and ancestors who have fallen into the rivers and lakes and fallen to this step of the field!"

The corners of Zhao Xuan's mouth curved, revealing a wicked smile, and said, "That's right, with you now, even if you are under the Nine Springs, you will not have the face to see your ancestors." But if you are still ashamed of yourself, it is better to try to commit suicide, which can be regarded as the act of a hero? If you can't say the following, your Duan family ancestor can forgive you!Kill yourself, kill yourself!" The voice seemed to be seductive, very soft.

If the other party is a righteous gentleman, Zhao Xuan may not be willing to calculate the other party. But for the "evil way" of the head of the four wicked people, with the fact that he is now deeply trapped in the obstacle of "whether the will of heaven can be changed", he will not have half of his heart.

But what is the difference between his current behavior and the "evil way"?

Zhao Xuan didn't know about it!

On the other side, Duan Yanqing's face was sluggish, and he actually followed Zhao Xuan's words and muttered to himself: "Alas! Yes, what's the point of living in this world? It's better to kill yourself!" Lifting the iron rod, he slowly pointed to his chest: he had lost his country and was seriously injured, but he also had the idea of committing suicide. It was only because of a special chance that I had to regain my strength. However, at this moment, the power of self-control weakened, and as soon as he was lured by Zhao Xuanluo, the idea of suicide hidden in his heart came up again.

However, Duan Yanqing's cultivation was very deep, and he faintly knew that it was wrong, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart saying: "No, no, if this continues, it will be terrible!" But the iron rod in his left hand still pointed inch by inch to his chest.

Seeing that Duan Yanqing was about to poke a hole in his chest, Zhao Xuan was nervous and excited in his heart.

But at this moment!

"No!" a loud shout came from behind him.

only heard the sound of duang, and the iron battle in Duan Yanqing's hand was crooked, and Kankan flew out from under his ribs, without hurting him for half a point.

This is clearly someone who rescued him with his air fingers!

Zhao Xuan's face was pale, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see that led by Duan Zhengming and the two brothers, a group of martial arts heroes were standing not far behind.

Even the crane in the clouds and Zhong Wanqiu are there. I don't know why the two didn't fight, or they had already competed.

However, the person who made the move was - uh, the yellow-eyed monk who had been on the side for a long time.

Zhao Xuan: "......"

Is this providential? Or is it a miscalculation?

Zhao Xuan was depressed for a while, he had long known that the monk was "merciful", why did he still slaughter people in front of him? But at this time, he was not allowed to think so much.

That period of Yanqing faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, and at this time, after the Huangmei monk's "head drink", he instantly sobered up. Knowing that he was being calculated by Zhao Xuan, he actually grabbed the ground with a cane, raised his hand and attacked Zhao Xuan.

Fortunately, Zhao Xuan was prepared, seeing that someone had broken his game, he knew that he couldn't do anything, and he felt the wind in the back of his head, and instantly carried Ling Bo to take a small step, which was worthy of dodging the past.

That section of Yanqing did not give up, "one yang finger" connected the dots, holding a cane with one hand, the speed did not decrease, and he was a pursuer who jumped and jumped.

The yellow-eyed monk flashed, stopped in front of Duan Yanqing, and said, "Master Duan, can you sell the old man a face?" stretched out his hand and pointed at Duan Yanqing.

The two fingers intersected, and the figures of both of them flickered. But after all, Duan Yanqing attacked angrily, and the Huangmei monk hurriedly met the enemy, the Huangmei monk snorted, and stepped back seven or eight steps.

Duan Yanqing also stopped, and snorted coldly: "I'll sell you a face today and spare that kid's life!" He was a good calculation, first, he thought that he had just been saved by the Huangmei monk, and second, Duan Zhengming and they were here again, no matter what, he couldn't kill Zhao Xuan. Just take this opportunity to offset the kindness of the yellow-eyed monk.

The yellow-eyed monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good! Lord Zhao can stop." ”

Here, Zhao Xuan snorted disdainfully, and said in his heart that if you hadn't intervened, it wouldn't be certain who would spare who now. But he said: "Thank you master for saving me!"

It doesn't matter if he has a different heart, or he has two faces, he really doesn't want to fight with people now. One is that there is no mood, and the other is ...... Still not in the mood.

Duan Yanqing was rescued, but what about Duan Yu in the stone room? Has he already been rescued by the three of Hua Hegen, or is he still like the original book, holding Zhong Ling out?

Zhao Xuan felt that if Duan Yu really came out with Zhong Ling in his arms, then he didn't know if he would have the courage to try it any further.

Could providence change?