There was a beautiful legend.
This legend had nothing to do with the stone. It was said that thousands of years ago, in the early years of Dazhi in the West-Hill Divine Palace, when the Tile Mountain was still called Steamed Bun Mountain, a woodcutter named Wang Zhi entered the mountain by mistake to cut firewood. He saw a few old monks playing chess and went up to watch out of curiosity. He found that the chess board was extremely fierce, so he forgot to leave.
An old monk saw his drunken look and handed him a steamed bun. Strangely enough, after eating the steamed bun, Wang Zhi no longer felt hungry. He sat by the chessboard from dawn to dusk.
Dusk gradually enveloped the deep mountains, but the game of chess under the tree was not over yet. The old monk who had given him food earlier raised his head and looked at Wang Zhi, saying, "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to."
Wang Zhi stood up reluctantly and was ready to leave. However, when he picked up the axe he used to cut firewood, he was shocked to find that the wooden handle of the axe had rotted into dust. When he walked out of the mountains and returned to his hometown, he found that all his peers had died.
Only then did he realize that a day of watching chess under the tree was equivalent to a hundred years in the human world.
This legend spread far and wide. Later, Steamed Bun Mountain became Tile Mountain, and the old temple in the mountain was called Lanke Temple because of this legend. It gradually became an official temple name.
Because of this legend, chess was very popular around Tile Mountain. Both gentry and farmers learned chess from childhood. The black and white flags that Ning Que saw in the small town in front of the mountain were closely related to this custom.
The Lanke Temple was named for this reason. The monks in the temple were naturally good at chess. Today, the game on the stone chessboard under the big tree was a method used by the Lanke Temple to choose the fated one. It was obvious that it was extremely difficult.
Therefore, Ning Que did not expect that Sangsang could solve this game. However, he did not expect that Sangsang would make a big mistake with the first move, which caused the South Jin Kingdom chess master to shout angrily.
The South Jin Kingdom chess master shouted loudly, and his attitude was terrible. The cultivators who were watching the game glared at him, thinking that he should be locked up in the You Prison for a hundred years for being so disrespectful to the Lady of Light.
The cultivator's gaze did not affect the South Jin Kingdom chess master at all. He broke free from his companion's arm and rushed to the stone table. He yelled with endless regret and anger, "Even though this game can be solved, it took me an hour to figure it out. You little girl, how could you make a random move without thinking? What a mess. Do you even know how to play chess? If you don't know how to do it, what are you doing? "
Mo Shanshan, who was sitting by the stone table, raised her head and looked at this person. Because her eyesight was not very good, she seemed somewhat perplexed. She said, "I really am not good at chess. What's the matter?"
The chess master of South Jin Kingdom came to his senses and turned to look at the black horse carriage. He pointed at the white chess piece on the stone chessboard with his left hand and said angrily, "You Tangs are all straightforward people. You don't know the art of moving in a small space! You little girl, you don't even know how to play chess, so why are you randomly placing your pieces? You will die if you make a move! "
Watching this person shouting at the black carriage, the cultivators who were watching the chess game around the green tree did not even bother to be angry. They were sure that this person was an idiot who was not afraid of death. Since it was a chess game played by the Son of Light, even if it was wrong, it must be wrong. How could an ordinary person like him understand it?
The chess master of South Jin Kingdom had been obsessed with chess all his life. He left the chess room and went to the palace. Even when he was playing against the Emperor of South Jin Kingdom, he did not know what it meant to let go. He was really obsessed with chess. He did not know the status of the little girl in the black horse carriage in the cultivation world. As the saying goes, ignorant people are fearless. He still angrily scolded the chess master.
Ning Que shook his head and gestured to the disciples of the Sword Garret not to be nervous. Anyway, he did not think that Sangsang could really solve the game. He only warned the chess master of South Jin Kingdom, "Keep your voice down. Don't swear."
The chess master of South Jin Kingdom was startled. He recognized him as the young man he met in the Lanke Temple yesterday morning. He unnaturally lowered his voice and said angrily, "Playing chess is an elegant thing. Why would I swear?"
Let's not talk about the disturbance on the chessboard.
The yellow-clothed old monk sat opposite the chessboard, his expression calm and indifferent.
He had been studying chess for his entire life, especially the game under the tree. He had thought about it for many years and repeated the game more than a thousand times. At this moment, looking at the new white chess piece on the chessboard, he was sure that the white chess piece had fallen into an irreversible dead end because of this move, just like the chess master of South Jin Kingdom.
This game was called Luanke, after the messy pile of firewood. When there was no external force, the messy pile of firewood seemed stable, but in fact, it was on the verge of collapsing. To solve this game, one had to rearrange the order of the firewood in the pile while ensuring that it did not collapse. One could imagine the difficulty of this.
Earlier, Sangsang had whispered the position in the carriage window, and the Calligraphy Addict had placed her chess piece according to her words. The white chess piece went straight to the empty space at the bottom of the complicated game. It was as if someone had unreasonably reached out and pulled out the thickest firewood from the bottom of the pile. It looked tough, but in fact, it had completely destroyed the barely stable state of balance of the pile of firewood.
The pile of firewood had collapsed on the ground.
The old monk in yellow said, "This game is over."
Since the cultivators who had come to visit Master Qishan wanted to see him, they were naturally very confident in chess, or they had brought companions who were good at it. When they heard this, they carefully examined the situation on the chessboard and could not help but realize that the chess master of South Jin Kingdom was right. The white chess piece could no longer be saved.
When they thought of how the Lady of Light's first move had ended so hastily, they looked at the black horse carriage with complicated gazes. However, they still did not dare to show any doubt or disrespect.
It was quiet by the mountain stream, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
However, at this moment, Sangsang's voice came from the black horse carriage again.
"This game … is really interesting."
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The curtains moved slightly, and Sangsang whispered two numbers.
Just like every time before Ning Que shot an arrow, she would say two numbers, as if she did not even need to think.
Mo Shanshan, who was sitting in front of the chessboard, was slightly startled. She took out a white chess piece from the urn and placed it somewhere on the chessboard.
The old monk in yellow frowned slightly. He did not expect that the Lady of Light in the black horse carriage would still insist when the white chess piece was bound to lose. To him, this was not the style of a chess player.
The chess master from South Jin Kingdom seemed to have discovered something. He moved closer to the chessboard and stared at the seemingly ordinary white chess piece, as if he had seen something strange.
He said with a slightly strange expression, "Eh, this seems interesting."
The old monk in yellow also discovered the strange position of the white chess piece, and could not help but think of the past. His cold expression gradually became warm, and he said with a smile, "Interesting."
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Sangsang was a very smart girl. In Ning Que's words, she was just too lazy to think about things and was used to relying on her body. That was why she seemed a little dull, even when she was chopping firewood. Since she was born to be too lazy to think, when did she start to feel that playing chess was interesting?
It all started from two years ago. At that time, Ning Que was far away in the Wilderness, and Chen Pipi often went to the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street to take care of Sangsang. Chen Pipi had heard from Ning Que that Sangsang was the real genius. How could he be convinced? Thus, he started several competitions that no one knew about.
At the beginning, Chen Pipi competed with Sangsang in memory, and he lost. Then he played chess with Sangsang, but the old man Wei Guangming went back to the Old Brush Pen Shop, and Master Yan Se came again.
After that, the story that made people sigh with emotion happened.
But that was the first time Sangsang played chess. She learned the rules on the chessboard from that day onwards. Since then, Chen Pipi had never beaten her again.
Sangsang and Chen Pipi had a bet when they played chess.
Every time Sangsang won a game, she would get some benefits.
Therefore, she began to feel that playing chess was a very interesting thing.
This was also the reason why she had carefully asked the yellow-clothed old monk about the stakes of this game of chess.
As the saying goes, habit makes nature.
After that, Sangsang cooked for Ning Que in the back mountain of the Academy. When she was cooking for the Headmaster of the Academy and other Senior Brothers and Sisters, she would occasionally meet Fifth Brother and Eighth Brother, who were crazy about chess, and she was dragged to play dozens of games.
On the journey to the Lanke Temple, when she was sick, she would spend time with the chess manuals given by the two Senior Brothers.
Fifth Brother of the Academy once said that Sangsang's talent in chess was far better than Ning Que's. But she did not know how talented she was, and how good she was at chess.
But she found chess more and more interesting.
Even if it was a pity that there was no bet, it was still very interesting.
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Under the big green tree.
The chess master of South Jin Kingdom shook his head regretfully and said, "Although it is interesting, it is still not possible."
The endgame was called Lanke.
Sangsang placed the second piece, corresponding to the first piece. Instead of pulling out the thickest piece of firewood from the pile, she used that piece of firewood to scatter all the firewood on top of it.
This was not pulling the firewood from under the pot, but it was more like pulling the firewood from under the pot.
She completely messed up the chess position and then found another way. This method of rebuilding after total destruction seemed to be a feasible method. It was in line with the profits and losses of Haotian Taoism and had the courage to survive in the face of death.
However, in this game, the black chess had the upper hand. It was so strong that it could directly crush the white chess. How could it withstand the opponent's attack even if the chess position was messed up? More importantly, even if the white chess could withstand the attack of the black chess, how could it rebuild its chess position?
The yellow-clothed monk did not say anything. Although he also felt that the white chess was interesting, he was sure that the white chess could not walk out of the dead end the moment he saw it.
The white chess pieces were scattered all over the board, like firewood scattered on the ground. It was absolutely chaotic and disorderly. To regroup it into an orderly state required a huge amount of calculation. The amount of calculation was not something that humans could do. Even the Great Divine Priest of Revelation of the West-Hill Divine Palace, who was famous for his mathematics, could not do it.
This had nothing to do with intelligence or talent in chess. It was the rule of the world itself.
That rule was that human strength was limited.
No matter how smart or talented a person was, there was still a limit to what their mind could hold.
Decades ago, the yellow-clothed monk had tried this method. He did not sleep and thought hard for three whole months, but he still could not complete the calculation. He did not even see the dawn of success.
It was then that he realized that this solution seemed reasonable, but in fact, it did not make sense at all.
Because this was not a solution that humans could complete.
Unless the person playing chess could ignore the rules of the world.
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It was extremely quiet under the big green tree. Only the crisp sound of chess pieces landing on the stone chessboard could be heard.
In the black horse carriage, Sangsang said softly and a white chess piece landed.
There were already seven or eight white chess pieces on the chessboard.
The yellow-clothed monk compared it with his memory and was surprised to find that the solution of the little girl in the horse carriage was very similar to the solution that he had figured out after months of hard thinking.
Although the positions of two chess pieces were a little wrong, they were indeed walking on the right path. Unfortunately, this seemingly correct path was still blocked by the road ahead.
Thinking that the little girl could do this in such a short time, the yellow-clothed monk could not help but nod slowly. The expression on his face grew warmer and he thought that she was indeed the Lady of Light of the West-Hill Divine Palace. She was indeed extremely intelligent.
The Lanke Temple did not need the person who was qualified to meet Master Qishan to solve the three chess games. That was because the three games on the mountain path were extremely difficult. Even the world's top players might not be able to do it, let alone the cultivators who were not good at chess.
The three games on the mountain path were a test of the wisdom and courage that the cultivator could show in solving the remaining games, as well as other precious qualities. As long as they were outstanding, they could still pass.
The yellow-clothed monk knew that the white chess pieces were still on the road to death. However, the courage that the little girl in the horse carriage had shown when solving the game, especially her extraordinary mental arithmetic, was already outstanding enough. She could even be called a genius.
Since Sangsang was a distinguished bigwig in the West-Hill Divine Palace, the old monk would naturally not let her continue on the wrong path until it was dark and hopeless. If the Lady of Light lost too badly, it would be too disrespectful to Haotian Taoism.
The yellow-clothed old monk stood up and looked at the black horse carriage with a gentle expression. "You are indeed the Lady of Light, with unparalleled intelligence. Although this solution still doesn't work, you can pass this one of the three rounds on the mountain path."
Then he looked at Ning Que and said, "Mr. Thirteen, you were wrong just now. In fact, the rules of the Lanke Temple are not necessarily rigid. I think some of them should be respected."
Although Ning Que did not necessarily agree with the old monk, he was satisfied since he had agreed to let him cross the stream and praised Sangsang. He nodded slightly to the old monk.
The chess master from South Jin Kingdom who had been watching the game by the chessboard stroked his beard and praised, "Master, you are right. Although the little girl's solution has not really understood the mystery of chess, her ability to calculate really makes me feel a little ashamed."
The cultivators were very satisfied with the result and nodded repeatedly in praise. It was unknown whether they had really seen the intelligence of the Lady of Light from the situation on the chessboard.
Some people were satisfied, and naturally some were not.
Aunt Quni Madi was very dissatisfied and snorted coldly with some disappointment.
There was another person who was not satisfied.
Sangsang's puzzled voice came from the black horse carriage.
"I'm going to win, why did I stop?"
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