The standard go board consists of 19 parallel lines with equal distance and vertical intersection, forming 361 intersections. There are nine small dots on the disk, called the star position, and the star position in the center is also called Tianyuan. According to the position of the chessboard, it can be divided into "corner", "edge" and "midbelly".
Han Fei's white son falls on the star position of the opponent's chessboard, and the old man's black son falls on Tianyuan.
Nine stars, Tianyuan in the middle. Although the old man only dropped a sunspot, he dominated the whole chess game. However, the ancient pattern chessboard is very mysterious. When the old man's piece fell, he and Han Fei became two pieces on the chessboard.
Look down at yourself. It's still human. It doesn't become a chess piece. However, Han Fei can obviously feel that he is the white boy. Stand on the star position, close to the edge of each other's chessboard and look around blankly.
The sky seemed to disappear. Even the dense fog disappeared. The surrounding mountains, rocks, plants and trees disappeared without a trace. There were 19 lights in one side of heaven and earth. The light intersected with the light, and a chessboard was formed between heaven and earth.
Stand on the star. Stand at the intersection of two lights.
The old man stood with his hands down, like a king standing in the position of Tianyuan and looking down at the whole chessboard.
"Continue!" The old man's voice sounded, some unreal, even some unreal.
"--" Han Fei's mind is a little confused. He looks down at his hands. The white ancient pattern chess box is missing. How can he continue.
"You are white!" The old man seemed impatient, and his voice reminded him coldly, "chess pieces are just forms, and the chessboard is heaven and earth. Every drop is his next post station. You are in the astral position, and you are in my astral position. It's like fighting the enemy. You rush into each other's city alone. Even if you are brave, the final result is doomed. The chessboard is life, and heaven and earth are the people who play chess. And you are the chess piece. "
"The first hand in chess is like the first step in life. Your star position is like a frontier. The Tianyuan position I choose is the most dazzling place in the whole chessboard. "
"How many steps do you need to take to capture the central area? How many steps do I need to attack you from Tianyuan? As long as I win your half son, I win. It's like a monk fighting. I don't need to beat you every time. Just grow an inch from the tip of the sword and stab it into your throat, and I'll win. "
"Chess is like life. That's the joy of playing chess. It seems that you have nothing to do with life, but it actually reveals your attitude towards life. Treat everything carelessly, and the final result can be imagined. The white light in front of you is the 19 horizontal and vertical lines. You and I are all chess pieces. Just jump at the intersection, and you can realize that one move is careless. Lose everything! "
……
The old man's voice was so unreal, ethereal and intermittent. What seems to be talking about the way of potential chess is actually talking about life.
The smile on Han Fei's face converged.
The old man's words are reasonable. When playing chess and playing chess, he is too loose.
Heaven and earth are chess games, and all living beings are chess pieces. In this life, everyone is constantly changing roles, alternating black and white, which is life.
Against man, that is black-and-white chess. Each time the winner is decided. He finished a chess game.
In this life. There are many chess games. However, in the big chessboard of life, it is only a small part.
The outcome of a game of chess is not determined by the outcome of one corner. The winner is the winner in life. That son can be a beautiful woman, or Bai Nen's son, or one move
Han Fei now understands something. Why do so many people like to play go.
Han Fei likes playing fast chess. He thinks it's smart enough. However, real chess masters like to play slow chess. Each step is very slow and needs to think for a long time. Every time I fall, I will look ahead and behind and take charge of the overall situation.
A real chess master wins the whole game with only one drop. In other words, every time such a master falls, he has deduced it tens of thousands of times. It's not difficult to know the final result.
Have you thought about it yourself?
No,
Han Fei regards chess as entertainment.
In other words, Han Fei and the old man are at a completely different level. Han Fei looked at the old man's Tianyuan position. It feels a little out of reach. Staring at the light crossing in front of him, Han Fei deduces the route
Han Fei meditated on every possible step, where he fell, and how the old man would deal with it. At the beginning. Han Fei doesn't think it's very difficult. Step by step, seize pieces of land.
However, every time I prepare to harvest results, I regret to lose in the end. On the surface. In fact, there is only a little difference, or only one step or even half a step.
In the past, Han Fei will attribute these to luck. However, Han Fei doesn't think so now. Even, Han Fei thought it was ridiculous to insist like that.
If you treat every white man as yourself and every sunspot as an enemy, haven't you died countless times?
It doesn't feel good.
Every time Baizi falls, those sunspots are laughing wildly, like ferocious enemies, stepping on their own bodies to celebrate victory.
Han Fei wanted to resist, but the result of each resistance was futile. The old man's chess skills are exquisite. Even if he seizes the first chance, he will lose in the end because of carelessness.
"I lost! Again -- "
"I lost! Again -- "
"I lost again! Again -- "
……
Even if Han Fei reduced the speed of the falling son. Still lose. Even if Han Fei can deduce dozens or even hundreds of steps, the result is the same.
Compared with before, Han Fei feels that his chess skills have been improved. However, the old man's chess skills seem to be improving. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many chess games you play, the final result is the same - failure!
Failed! Successive failures!
Han Fei can't remember that when he lost several chess games, the bright chessboard in front of him disappeared.
The old man also disappeared.
Han Fei stood there motionless. Staring blankly. The white light disappeared and everything around recovered.
The old man is gone.
However, Han Fei saw three old men in black. They seemed to be looking for something before. They saw that they had nothing but a happy expression on their faces.
The kind who chased the hare and lost it. After looking for it for a few hours, he suddenly found the hare. So the three hunters rushed over excitedly and meditated on cutting the hare.
enemy!
The three old men were all the best in the saint's realm. Their excited eyes showed a fierce light.
They did not say hello, silently, turned their hands into palmprints, blocked the surrounding space and launched an attack.
Han Fei didn't move.
Looking at the three old men, the corners of their mouths moved, and the world in front of them turned into a chessboard and quickly cut into 361 focus. The Tianyuan position was vacant. Han Fei took a step forward to seize the Tianyuan position, and then raised his palm!
The roar sounded, and the scream shook the emperor's depression