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Chapter 94: Is this chess game poisonous?
Chapter 94: Is this chess game poisonous?
In the dense forest, there are two huge stones, about ten feet high.
On one of the boulders, there are two big characters bigger than a bathtub, flying dragons and phoenixes, painted with vermilion lacquer, bright and eye-catching.
Happy!
They all say that their characters are like their own characters. This may not be entirely correct, but these two characters are like dragons and snakes. They are like everyone in the world. There are few in the world.
People who can write these two characters are not easy!
On the top of another boulder, there are two other characters engraved.
Zhenlong!
These two words have completely changed their style. They are graceful and delicate, less elegant, and more crafty and masterful.
If the word "Xiaoyao" has the casualness of the poet Li Bai, then the word "Zhenlong" has the neatness of the poet Du Fu.
Below the red letter is the largest Go game in the world, on which many chess pieces have been placed.
Each chess piece is the size of a human head, polished from hard rock, and weighs dozens of kilograms.
The chessboard was almost vertical, and it was incredible that these chess pieces could fit tightly on the chessboard.
An old man in his sixties or seventies, with white beard and hair, stood in front of the chessboard, staring at the chessboard, obviously thinking hard.
This thinking is a full 30 years!
The old man was engrossed in it, without any distractions, and immersed himself in it.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes smiled, and sometimes looked sad, but he often didn't even move a chess piece for ten days and a half months.
Suddenly, a voice came from afar.
"Mr. Congbian, this junior, Murong Fu, please see me!"
The old man was taken aback, and looked into the distance, his expression uncertain.
Murong Fu?
How did he know he was here, and why did he come to see him?
"Xinghe, who is Murong Fu, the descendant of the Gusu Murong family?"
An old voice came from the boulder where the word "Xiaoyao" was located.
Su Xinghe hurriedly walked to the boulder, bowed and bowed, and then said: "Master, Murong Fu is the current Patriarch of the Murong Clan in Gusu."
The voice was silent for a moment, then continued to ask: "How old is this person?"
"About 27 or eight years old."
"How is the cultivation base?"
"I have never seen this person before, so I don't know. However, there is a saying in Jianghu that [South Murong North Qiaofeng] is the leader of the younger generation, and he must not be much worse than Ding Chunqiu."
"How does it look?"
"Northern Qiaofeng is rough and unrestrained, while Nan Murong has a handsome and elegant appearance. He looks like a son of a family in the south of the Yangtze River. He is six feet long and has a very majestic appearance. He must be a dragon and a phoenix among people, with an extraordinary bearing."
"How is your character?"
"It is said that he has a very good character. He often draws his sword to help when he sees injustice on the road. He does not repay his kindness. Many people in the Jiangnan area have received his kindness, and some people even set up a shrine for him. However, his private life is more chaotic. Accompanied by beautiful women, there is a faint tendency to replace and surpass Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Zhennan."
"How about intelligence?"
"After this person took charge of the Gusu Murong Clan, it only took three years to expand his power from the Suhang generation to the entire Jiangnan, five years later to the entire Central Plains, and now it has even expanded to Tubo, Xixia, Daliao, Goryeo, and even some aunts. Su Murong's merchant ships sailed overseas, so they must be very intelligent."
"Cultivation, appearance, character, and intelligence are all excellent. It's rare to see this kind of talent. Xinghe, since he's invited, go and meet him. If the rumors are true, invite him to play a game of chess."
"Yes, Master."
Su Xinghe followed the sound, his footsteps were extremely fast, his lightness kung fu was extremely high, he tapped his toes lightly on the branches and rocks, and then he climbed up. It didn't take long before he saw a group of people standing on the top of the mountain.
Women are beautiful, men are handsome!
He was attracted by Wang Yuyan at first sight.
This person's appearance is so similar to Uncle Li Qiushui's when he was young, it is almost carved out of the same mold!
Can it be so similar?
Or is there some kind of relationship between this person and Uncle Li Qiushui that he doesn't know about?
"Junior Murong Fu, I pay my respects to Mr. Congbian."
A voice woke him up, he quickly turned to Murong Fu to return the salute, and asked: "Young Master Murong came to visit, what is the reason?"
He looked at it secretly, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
The rumors are true.
Mr. Murong is indeed a dragon and phoenix among men, he is even more handsome than himself when he was young!
This person is really romantic, and he is surrounded by five stunning beauties, all of whom are competing for beauty, each with its own characteristics, and they are so beautiful.
A dignified and dignified person, possessed of the cultivation of a daughter of a famous family.
One has a charming charm and the bearing of a lady.
One is elegant and beautiful, with the gentleness of Xiaojiabiyu.
One is graceful and clear, with the glamor of an iceberg beauty.
A Zhongling Yuxiu has the sunshine of the children of the world.
And among these handsome men and beauties, unexpectedly there is a man who is not so good-looking, standing behind Murong Fu like a flock of chickens, he is the flaw in this beautiful scenery.
What a sight!
Su Xinghe couldn't help sighing, looking at Deng Baichuan with pity.
Looking like this, you still have the face to come out to meet people?
In fact, Deng Baichuan's appearance is not bad, and he has a majestic demeanor of high position and authority, which is very masculine.
It's just that compared with Murong Fu and others, it's more than a notch behind.
Whether you look good or not depends on who you compare yourself with!
Murong Fu smiled slightly, and pointed to Su Xinghe's left side: "Mr. Congbian, this junior is here to present a big gift for senior."
Great gift?
Su Xinghe was full of doubts, he looked over quickly, and was stunned.
What did he see?
In a carriage made of fine steel, a man with disheveled hair was imprisoned, with an old face that he thought about day and night and hated extremely.
Ding Chunqiu, Ding Chunqiu who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors!
Murong Fu actually caught Ding ChunQiu and gave him as a gift?
"Ding Chunqiu!"
Su Xinghe gritted his teeth, wishing he could eat Ding Chunqiu raw, "My lord has opened his eyes, you also have today!"
Two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes, Su Xinghe wept with joy.
Over 30 years!
More than 30 years have passed since Master was attacked by Ding Chunqiu from behind and knocked off the cliff with his palm!
Back then he rescued his master from the cliff, and immediately went to seek revenge on Ding Chunqiu.
However, although he started earlier, practiced longer and has higher qualifications, he doesn't like martial arts, but spends most of his time learning piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and other miscellaneous subjects, so martial arts is slightly inferior to Ding Chunqiu.
That time, he was almost beaten to death by Ding Chunqiu!
Later, he pretended to be deaf-mute, established the Deaf-mute Gate, and has been hiding in secret to serve Master.
From a handsome middle-aged man to a white-haired old man, only he knows how he got there all these years.
How many 30 years can there be in life?
He waited bitterly, wholeheartedly wanting to avenge his master, and now he finally waited for this day.
Ding Chunqiu, you gave me back my middle age!
"No, you got it wrong, it's not me, it's not me, I'm not Ding Chunqiu, my name is Ding Busan, Ding Busan who is neither three nor four!"
Ding Chunqiu quickly used his gray hair to cover his face, and at the same time squatted in the corner of the carriage with his hands on his head, looking like a beautiful woman being targeted by a pervert.
"Hmph, even if you turn into ashes, I will still recognize you!"
Su Xinghe suddenly turned around and looked at Murong Fu, "Master Murong, are you really going to give Ding Chunqiu to me?"
"Of course!" Murong Fu said, "Ding Chunqiu has lost all his skills, and it is all up to seniors to deal with him. Brother Deng, open the lock!"
"Yes!"
Deng Baichuan unlocked it immediately.
"No, don't hand me over to Su Xinghe!"
"Young Master Murong, your lord has a lot, so please forgive me. From now on, I will be your cow and horse, and I will do whatever I want for you!"
Ding Chunqiu huddled into a ball, shrank hard to the innermost part of the carriage, his face was full of horror, terrified to the extreme.
Because he knew very well what would be waiting for him once he fell into the hands of Su Xinghe.
Death, I'm afraid it's not that easy.
It is a heinous crime to betray the teacher and deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.
And the Xiaoyao faction has some methods that make people unable to survive and die!
"Good, good, good!"
"Young Master Murong, wait a moment, the old man will come as soon as he goes!"
Su Xinghe dragged Ding Chunqiu out of the carriage, carried him by the neck and went down the mountain, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.
Only Ding Chunqiu's shrill screams echoed in the valley.
Then it got weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.
"What a profound skill, what a handsome lightness skill! I never thought that the master of the deaf-mute sect, senior Su Xinghe, who knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and medical divination, is actually a great master of martial arts!"
Deng Baichuan said in a deep voice, "My lord, do you want to follow?"
"No, he will come back." Murong Fu was not in a hurry.
Wu Yazi's deadline is approaching, and he is eager to pass on his skills and the position of the head of the Xiaoyao School to others, so as to continue the inheritance of the Xiaoyao School.
With Ding Chunqiu as a stepping stone, how could Wu Yazi not let him have a try?
really.
After half an hour, Su Xinghe finally returned.
He was flushed and looked at least 20 years younger.
People are happy when they are happy.
For him, Master's revenge can finally be avenged, and his wish of more than 30 years has been fulfilled. Isn't it a great joy?
"Master Murong, I've been waiting for a long time, please follow me."
Everyone followed Su Xinghe into the valley, and their eyes were immediately attracted by the chess game on the boulder.
"This is... Zhenlong Chess Game?" Wang Yuyan exclaimed.
The so-called Zhenlong chess game refers to a kind of survival problem that is painstakingly arranged in Go.
She is talented and intelligent, has a long history of family education, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, including go, of course, and her chess skills are quite good.
But just looking at it, she was terrified.
This chess game is not only more ingenious than all the Zhenlong chess games she has seen in books, but also has an indescribable magic power.
In this game of chess, there are calamities within calamities, and the calamities are endless.
There are both co-living and longevity, or counterattack, or breathing, flowers gather and six, it is extremely complicated!
A'Zhu, A'bi, and Deng Baichuan were also attracted by the chess game, with surprise on their faces.
Such a complicated Zhenlong chess game is truly unseen and unheard of.
"Sister Mu, what is Zhenlong Chess Game?" Zhong Ling looked confused.
"I don't know!" Mu Wanqing said the same.
Shouldn't the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes be chivalrous and righteous, and be kind and enmity?
What is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can they fight and kill people?Can I eat it?
For them, Zhenlong Chess Game is like the last question on the math paper for the college entrance examination.
I can't even do the first question, you let me do the last question?
At this moment, the two cherished each other, found similarities with each other, had a common language, and formed the same front.
"Mr. Murong, this Zhenlong chess game was completed after three years of painstaking efforts by the first teacher. I hope that there will be a Go master in the world who will solve it. I have studied hard for the next 30 years, but I have not been able to understand it thoroughly. It is really true. Extremely ashamed."
Su Xinghe sighed, and said, "Although I can't understand through the research, there are many capable people in the world, so it may not be impossible to crack it. I plan to spread the hero post widely, and invite talented people in the world to come and crack it. I didn't expect the invitation post to come and crack it." Send it out, Mr. Murong will come first."
Murong Fu smiled, isn't it just that coming late is worse than coming early?
Su Xinghe's eyes were full of anticipation: "Mr. Murong's family has a long history, so he must be well versed in the way of Go, how about playing a game with me?"
"No rush, no rush."
Murong Fu swept his eyes, and firmly memorized the whole chess game, and then uploaded it to the group space.
Go, he can, and it's not bad.
But it is still a little bit far from the "national player".
It is difficult, difficult, difficult to break this Zhenlong chess game!
But who said you have to rely on yourself?
If you can't beat it, ask for foreign aid!
Murong Fu: "@王林, the main soul, it's up to you!"
Wang Lin: "Just wait."
He directly posted the Zhenlong chess game on the Internet, offering a reward of 100 million US dollars, and within half an hour, hundreds of Go masters were attracted.
Money is not important, the key is that this chess game is indeed exquisite.
Isn't the favorite of masters to challenge difficult problems?
Time passed by minute by minute.
Murong Fu kept his eyes on the Zhenlong chess game, put on a show, and then looked at the word "Xiaoyao" not far away from the corner of his eye, and the huge stone engraved with the word "Xiaoyao".
It looks like just an ordinary boulder, but in fact it uses a very profound art of dunjia.
Compared with this stone, the peach blossom formation on Peach Blossom Island is like Gong Jin meeting Zhou Yu, or a pineapple meeting a pineapple.
They are different on the surface, but they are actually the same thing.
You can hide it from Ding Chunqiu, but you can't hide it from me, Murong Fu!
In fact, he has only opened six of the seven orifices in the Qimen Dunjia Art, which is still one-seventh short.
But there is a saying that goes well, great efforts produce miracles.
As long as the divine eagle flies into the sky, it can reduce the dimensionality of the Peach Blossom Formation.
In front of his innate peak internal strength, this huge stone is nothing special except that it takes up a lot of space.
Waiting is always boring.
A few people were bored, so they began to study Zhenlong chess game.
But as soon as they studied, several people vomited blood.
This chess game is poisonous!
It was nothing at the beginning, isn’t it just Go, the quintessence of the country, who hasn’t played a few games when they were young?
However, after they took a few glances, they felt something different.
Dizziness, vertigo, nausea!
"Sister Mu, I don't feel well. Could it be that I'm pregnant?"
"Xiao Ling'er, what do you mean, are you carrying me and the young master behind your back?"
"That, that... nothing... Sister Mu, why do you feel dizzy and want to vomit, did you and the young master have that?"
"No, no, I didn't eat this morning, I'm hungry! Xiao Linger, don't you know how to play chess? Why do you want to look at the chessboard?"
"Sister Mu, you won't either, you're watching too!"
The two looked at each other, then turned their heads away at the same time.
The boat of friendship capsized!
The united front no longer exists!
(End of this chapter)
In the dense forest, there are two huge stones, about ten feet high.
On one of the boulders, there are two big characters bigger than a bathtub, flying dragons and phoenixes, painted with vermilion lacquer, bright and eye-catching.
Happy!
They all say that their characters are like their own characters. This may not be entirely correct, but these two characters are like dragons and snakes. They are like everyone in the world. There are few in the world.
People who can write these two characters are not easy!
On the top of another boulder, there are two other characters engraved.
Zhenlong!
These two words have completely changed their style. They are graceful and delicate, less elegant, and more crafty and masterful.
If the word "Xiaoyao" has the casualness of the poet Li Bai, then the word "Zhenlong" has the neatness of the poet Du Fu.
Below the red letter is the largest Go game in the world, on which many chess pieces have been placed.
Each chess piece is the size of a human head, polished from hard rock, and weighs dozens of kilograms.
The chessboard was almost vertical, and it was incredible that these chess pieces could fit tightly on the chessboard.
An old man in his sixties or seventies, with white beard and hair, stood in front of the chessboard, staring at the chessboard, obviously thinking hard.
This thinking is a full 30 years!
The old man was engrossed in it, without any distractions, and immersed himself in it.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes smiled, and sometimes looked sad, but he often didn't even move a chess piece for ten days and a half months.
Suddenly, a voice came from afar.
"Mr. Congbian, this junior, Murong Fu, please see me!"
The old man was taken aback, and looked into the distance, his expression uncertain.
Murong Fu?
How did he know he was here, and why did he come to see him?
"Xinghe, who is Murong Fu, the descendant of the Gusu Murong family?"
An old voice came from the boulder where the word "Xiaoyao" was located.
Su Xinghe hurriedly walked to the boulder, bowed and bowed, and then said: "Master, Murong Fu is the current Patriarch of the Murong Clan in Gusu."
The voice was silent for a moment, then continued to ask: "How old is this person?"
"About 27 or eight years old."
"How is the cultivation base?"
"I have never seen this person before, so I don't know. However, there is a saying in Jianghu that [South Murong North Qiaofeng] is the leader of the younger generation, and he must not be much worse than Ding Chunqiu."
"How does it look?"
"Northern Qiaofeng is rough and unrestrained, while Nan Murong has a handsome and elegant appearance. He looks like a son of a family in the south of the Yangtze River. He is six feet long and has a very majestic appearance. He must be a dragon and a phoenix among people, with an extraordinary bearing."
"How is your character?"
"It is said that he has a very good character. He often draws his sword to help when he sees injustice on the road. He does not repay his kindness. Many people in the Jiangnan area have received his kindness, and some people even set up a shrine for him. However, his private life is more chaotic. Accompanied by beautiful women, there is a faint tendency to replace and surpass Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Zhennan."
"How about intelligence?"
"After this person took charge of the Gusu Murong Clan, it only took three years to expand his power from the Suhang generation to the entire Jiangnan, five years later to the entire Central Plains, and now it has even expanded to Tubo, Xixia, Daliao, Goryeo, and even some aunts. Su Murong's merchant ships sailed overseas, so they must be very intelligent."
"Cultivation, appearance, character, and intelligence are all excellent. It's rare to see this kind of talent. Xinghe, since he's invited, go and meet him. If the rumors are true, invite him to play a game of chess."
"Yes, Master."
Su Xinghe followed the sound, his footsteps were extremely fast, his lightness kung fu was extremely high, he tapped his toes lightly on the branches and rocks, and then he climbed up. It didn't take long before he saw a group of people standing on the top of the mountain.
Women are beautiful, men are handsome!
He was attracted by Wang Yuyan at first sight.
This person's appearance is so similar to Uncle Li Qiushui's when he was young, it is almost carved out of the same mold!
Can it be so similar?
Or is there some kind of relationship between this person and Uncle Li Qiushui that he doesn't know about?
"Junior Murong Fu, I pay my respects to Mr. Congbian."
A voice woke him up, he quickly turned to Murong Fu to return the salute, and asked: "Young Master Murong came to visit, what is the reason?"
He looked at it secretly, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
The rumors are true.
Mr. Murong is indeed a dragon and phoenix among men, he is even more handsome than himself when he was young!
This person is really romantic, and he is surrounded by five stunning beauties, all of whom are competing for beauty, each with its own characteristics, and they are so beautiful.
A dignified and dignified person, possessed of the cultivation of a daughter of a famous family.
One has a charming charm and the bearing of a lady.
One is elegant and beautiful, with the gentleness of Xiaojiabiyu.
One is graceful and clear, with the glamor of an iceberg beauty.
A Zhongling Yuxiu has the sunshine of the children of the world.
And among these handsome men and beauties, unexpectedly there is a man who is not so good-looking, standing behind Murong Fu like a flock of chickens, he is the flaw in this beautiful scenery.
What a sight!
Su Xinghe couldn't help sighing, looking at Deng Baichuan with pity.
Looking like this, you still have the face to come out to meet people?
In fact, Deng Baichuan's appearance is not bad, and he has a majestic demeanor of high position and authority, which is very masculine.
It's just that compared with Murong Fu and others, it's more than a notch behind.
Whether you look good or not depends on who you compare yourself with!
Murong Fu smiled slightly, and pointed to Su Xinghe's left side: "Mr. Congbian, this junior is here to present a big gift for senior."
Great gift?
Su Xinghe was full of doubts, he looked over quickly, and was stunned.
What did he see?
In a carriage made of fine steel, a man with disheveled hair was imprisoned, with an old face that he thought about day and night and hated extremely.
Ding Chunqiu, Ding Chunqiu who bullied his master and destroyed his ancestors!
Murong Fu actually caught Ding ChunQiu and gave him as a gift?
"Ding Chunqiu!"
Su Xinghe gritted his teeth, wishing he could eat Ding Chunqiu raw, "My lord has opened his eyes, you also have today!"
Two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes, Su Xinghe wept with joy.
Over 30 years!
More than 30 years have passed since Master was attacked by Ding Chunqiu from behind and knocked off the cliff with his palm!
Back then he rescued his master from the cliff, and immediately went to seek revenge on Ding Chunqiu.
However, although he started earlier, practiced longer and has higher qualifications, he doesn't like martial arts, but spends most of his time learning piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and other miscellaneous subjects, so martial arts is slightly inferior to Ding Chunqiu.
That time, he was almost beaten to death by Ding Chunqiu!
Later, he pretended to be deaf-mute, established the Deaf-mute Gate, and has been hiding in secret to serve Master.
From a handsome middle-aged man to a white-haired old man, only he knows how he got there all these years.
How many 30 years can there be in life?
He waited bitterly, wholeheartedly wanting to avenge his master, and now he finally waited for this day.
Ding Chunqiu, you gave me back my middle age!
"No, you got it wrong, it's not me, it's not me, I'm not Ding Chunqiu, my name is Ding Busan, Ding Busan who is neither three nor four!"
Ding Chunqiu quickly used his gray hair to cover his face, and at the same time squatted in the corner of the carriage with his hands on his head, looking like a beautiful woman being targeted by a pervert.
"Hmph, even if you turn into ashes, I will still recognize you!"
Su Xinghe suddenly turned around and looked at Murong Fu, "Master Murong, are you really going to give Ding Chunqiu to me?"
"Of course!" Murong Fu said, "Ding Chunqiu has lost all his skills, and it is all up to seniors to deal with him. Brother Deng, open the lock!"
"Yes!"
Deng Baichuan unlocked it immediately.
"No, don't hand me over to Su Xinghe!"
"Young Master Murong, your lord has a lot, so please forgive me. From now on, I will be your cow and horse, and I will do whatever I want for you!"
Ding Chunqiu huddled into a ball, shrank hard to the innermost part of the carriage, his face was full of horror, terrified to the extreme.
Because he knew very well what would be waiting for him once he fell into the hands of Su Xinghe.
Death, I'm afraid it's not that easy.
It is a heinous crime to betray the teacher and deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.
And the Xiaoyao faction has some methods that make people unable to survive and die!
"Good, good, good!"
"Young Master Murong, wait a moment, the old man will come as soon as he goes!"
Su Xinghe dragged Ding Chunqiu out of the carriage, carried him by the neck and went down the mountain, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.
Only Ding Chunqiu's shrill screams echoed in the valley.
Then it got weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.
"What a profound skill, what a handsome lightness skill! I never thought that the master of the deaf-mute sect, senior Su Xinghe, who knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and medical divination, is actually a great master of martial arts!"
Deng Baichuan said in a deep voice, "My lord, do you want to follow?"
"No, he will come back." Murong Fu was not in a hurry.
Wu Yazi's deadline is approaching, and he is eager to pass on his skills and the position of the head of the Xiaoyao School to others, so as to continue the inheritance of the Xiaoyao School.
With Ding Chunqiu as a stepping stone, how could Wu Yazi not let him have a try?
really.
After half an hour, Su Xinghe finally returned.
He was flushed and looked at least 20 years younger.
People are happy when they are happy.
For him, Master's revenge can finally be avenged, and his wish of more than 30 years has been fulfilled. Isn't it a great joy?
"Master Murong, I've been waiting for a long time, please follow me."
Everyone followed Su Xinghe into the valley, and their eyes were immediately attracted by the chess game on the boulder.
"This is... Zhenlong Chess Game?" Wang Yuyan exclaimed.
The so-called Zhenlong chess game refers to a kind of survival problem that is painstakingly arranged in Go.
She is talented and intelligent, has a long history of family education, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, including go, of course, and her chess skills are quite good.
But just looking at it, she was terrified.
This chess game is not only more ingenious than all the Zhenlong chess games she has seen in books, but also has an indescribable magic power.
In this game of chess, there are calamities within calamities, and the calamities are endless.
There are both co-living and longevity, or counterattack, or breathing, flowers gather and six, it is extremely complicated!
A'Zhu, A'bi, and Deng Baichuan were also attracted by the chess game, with surprise on their faces.
Such a complicated Zhenlong chess game is truly unseen and unheard of.
"Sister Mu, what is Zhenlong Chess Game?" Zhong Ling looked confused.
"I don't know!" Mu Wanqing said the same.
Shouldn't the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes be chivalrous and righteous, and be kind and enmity?
What is piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can they fight and kill people?Can I eat it?
For them, Zhenlong Chess Game is like the last question on the math paper for the college entrance examination.
I can't even do the first question, you let me do the last question?
At this moment, the two cherished each other, found similarities with each other, had a common language, and formed the same front.
"Mr. Murong, this Zhenlong chess game was completed after three years of painstaking efforts by the first teacher. I hope that there will be a Go master in the world who will solve it. I have studied hard for the next 30 years, but I have not been able to understand it thoroughly. It is really true. Extremely ashamed."
Su Xinghe sighed, and said, "Although I can't understand through the research, there are many capable people in the world, so it may not be impossible to crack it. I plan to spread the hero post widely, and invite talented people in the world to come and crack it. I didn't expect the invitation post to come and crack it." Send it out, Mr. Murong will come first."
Murong Fu smiled, isn't it just that coming late is worse than coming early?
Su Xinghe's eyes were full of anticipation: "Mr. Murong's family has a long history, so he must be well versed in the way of Go, how about playing a game with me?"
"No rush, no rush."
Murong Fu swept his eyes, and firmly memorized the whole chess game, and then uploaded it to the group space.
Go, he can, and it's not bad.
But it is still a little bit far from the "national player".
It is difficult, difficult, difficult to break this Zhenlong chess game!
But who said you have to rely on yourself?
If you can't beat it, ask for foreign aid!
Murong Fu: "@王林, the main soul, it's up to you!"
Wang Lin: "Just wait."
He directly posted the Zhenlong chess game on the Internet, offering a reward of 100 million US dollars, and within half an hour, hundreds of Go masters were attracted.
Money is not important, the key is that this chess game is indeed exquisite.
Isn't the favorite of masters to challenge difficult problems?
Time passed by minute by minute.
Murong Fu kept his eyes on the Zhenlong chess game, put on a show, and then looked at the word "Xiaoyao" not far away from the corner of his eye, and the huge stone engraved with the word "Xiaoyao".
It looks like just an ordinary boulder, but in fact it uses a very profound art of dunjia.
Compared with this stone, the peach blossom formation on Peach Blossom Island is like Gong Jin meeting Zhou Yu, or a pineapple meeting a pineapple.
They are different on the surface, but they are actually the same thing.
You can hide it from Ding Chunqiu, but you can't hide it from me, Murong Fu!
In fact, he has only opened six of the seven orifices in the Qimen Dunjia Art, which is still one-seventh short.
But there is a saying that goes well, great efforts produce miracles.
As long as the divine eagle flies into the sky, it can reduce the dimensionality of the Peach Blossom Formation.
In front of his innate peak internal strength, this huge stone is nothing special except that it takes up a lot of space.
Waiting is always boring.
A few people were bored, so they began to study Zhenlong chess game.
But as soon as they studied, several people vomited blood.
This chess game is poisonous!
It was nothing at the beginning, isn’t it just Go, the quintessence of the country, who hasn’t played a few games when they were young?
However, after they took a few glances, they felt something different.
Dizziness, vertigo, nausea!
"Sister Mu, I don't feel well. Could it be that I'm pregnant?"
"Xiao Ling'er, what do you mean, are you carrying me and the young master behind your back?"
"That, that... nothing... Sister Mu, why do you feel dizzy and want to vomit, did you and the young master have that?"
"No, no, I didn't eat this morning, I'm hungry! Xiao Linger, don't you know how to play chess? Why do you want to look at the chessboard?"
"Sister Mu, you won't either, you're watching too!"
The two looked at each other, then turned their heads away at the same time.
The boat of friendship capsized!
The united front no longer exists!
(End of this chapter)
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