The cultivators watching the game were in an uproar. They were puzzled.
By now, they could tell that Bai Qi had no chance of winning based on his current solution. The yellow-garbed old monk's decision to stop the game and let the black horse carriage cross the stream and go up the mountain was a very kind gesture. Why did Sangsang not seem to accept it? Did the Lady of Light really think that she could solve the game?
The yellow-garbed old monk was even more shocked. He looked at the black horse carriage and frowned. He admired Sangsang's courage and wisdom, but it did not mean that she could solve the game. However, he did not expect that Sangsang did not want to accept his kindness. To him, even if she was the noble Lady of Light of the West-Hill Divine Palace, it was still an extremely rude move.
The old monk was a reclusive elder of the Lanke Temple. Since he felt that the other party was rude, he could not help but feel annoyed. He sat down beside the stone chessboard with a cold expression. He picked up a black chess piece from the urn and placed it on the chessboard.
The South Jin Kingdom chess master did not expect Sangsang to reject the suggestion of the Lanke Temple to stop the game. He could not help but shake his head and sigh. "Do you really think that you can win?"
Sangsang lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked at the new black chess piece on the chessboard. She found that the black chess piece looked very beautiful under the sunlight from the green trees. She smiled and told them the location.
Mo Shanshan picked up a white chess piece and gently placed it on the chessboard, sticking it to the side of the black chess piece. The white chess piece shone brighter and brighter, as if it was about to melt the black chess piece.
The yellow-garbed old monk was a little annoyed.
However, when he saw the position of the white chess piece, he felt his expression tremble for no reason. He suddenly realized that the white chess piece's movement was completely different from the one he had painstakingly studied in the past. The scattered arrows formed by the white chess pieces on the chessboard seemed to be heading to another world.
He did not expect this white chess piece, so he was silent for a while before he made his own move.
Just as his old fingers left the surface of the black chess piece, Sangsang's soft voice sounded again. It seemed that there was no pause in the middle. Another white chess piece fell on the chessboard.
The yellow-garbed old monk's silver-white eyebrows slowly floated in the autumn wind.
He looked at the mottled black and white pieces on the chessboard that were entangled and clashing with each other. Suddenly, an extremely strong sense of vigilance rose in him.
The chess master from the South Jin Kingdom exclaimed again. He stood by the chessboard and looked at it very carefully.
Sangsang's voice kept coming from the black carriage.
Mo Shanshan kept taking out white chess pieces from the urn and calmly placed them on the stone chessboard.
The yellow-clothed old monk's eyebrows rose more and more frequently. On his old face, the expression of caution, deep thought, and surprise kept changing, as if he was seeing something impossible.
The frequency of the South Jin Kingdom Go Master's exclamation became more frequent. He leaned lower and lower off the table, and his eyes opened wider and wider, as if he had seen the white chess pieces come to life.
Sangsang's voice continued to ring out under the green tree.
Another four or five chess pieces were placed on the stone chessboard.
The yellow-clothed old monk's expression became unprecedentedly serious. His trembling robes revealed just how nervous he was. A few beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on his forehead.
"There really are piles of Luan Ke, how … how is this possible? Is there really someone in the world who can calculate it? "
The yellow-clothed old monk looked at the mess in front of him and mumbled to himself in an extremely dry voice. His body also seemed to become stiff. He reached into the urn and fumbled for a long time before taking out a black chess piece.
"How is it possible that someone can calculate it? Every step the white chess piece took was like walking on a single-log bridge. A slight miscalculation would result in the tragic end of falling into the abyss. Moreover, every chess piece placed was equivalent to taking an additional step on the bridge, increasing the danger by a fraction and increasing the difficulty of the calculations by a fraction. I have killed countless people on the chessboard in my life, and only then do I understand that man proposes, God disposes. No matter how amazing this little girl's calculation is, can she really go against the natural order? "
The South Jin Kingdom Go Master stared at the chessboard with his round eyes. He waved his right hand and said in a hoarse voice. No one knew if he was trying to help the yellow-clothed old monk calm down, or if he was trying to release the shock and anxiety in his heart.
He took out a few smooth chess pieces from the urn and kept fiddling with them in his slightly trembling right hand, trying to calm himself down. He said in a trembling voice, "Impossible, this is impossible."
The Luan Ke Game was unfathomable. It was not until then that the cultivators who were watching realized that the game seemed to have changed a lot. Those who still could not understand vaguely guessed that the white chess pieces had changed a lot when they saw the sweat on the yellow-clothed old monk's forehead and the South Jin Kingdom Go Master's crazy look.
Sangsang's voice was still ringing. She seemed a little tired, but still childish and accurate. What was more shocking was that there was no pause in the middle, as if she did not need to think at all.
The yellow-clothed old monk Ying Zi's speed was getting slower and slower. He had to think carefully for a long time before carefully placing a black chess piece. His yellow monk robe was already soaked with sweat.
There were more and more chess pieces on the stone chessboard. The black and white colors silently fought and devoured each other in the mountain and autumn light, like night and day blending and separating in the morning and dusk.
It was quiet. Only the crisp sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard, the rustling of the green trees in the autumn wind, and the sound of the autumn water flowing in the deep mountain stream could be heard.
As time passed, the morning light had already left the Wa Mountain. The autumn sun was about to rise and the game was also coming to an end.
The yellow-clothed old monk's right hand trembled slightly in the autumn wind. He held a black chess piece between his fingers. He looked at the stone table in front of him and could not place it, because he did not know where to place it.
The South Jin Kingdom Go Master's eyes were dry and bloodshot for a long time. He did not know when he had ground the chess piece in his right hand into sharp gravel and cut his palm. Blood dripped down his clenched right hand and fell on a green leaf on the ground, but he did not know it.
He suddenly came to his senses and looked up at the black horse carriage that was no longer playing chess. His face was full of awe and fear. He shouted in a trembling voice, "This is God's calculation? This is God's calculation! "
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The yellow-clothed old monk slowly stood up with great difficulty. Then he turned to the black horse carriage and bowed.
At this moment, the spectators finally confirmed that Sangsang had won. They could not help but exclaim. The cultivators who really knew chess looked at the densely packed chess pieces on the chessboard. They were shocked and speechless, but they could not help but praise.
They looked at the black horse carriage with awe in their eyes.
When they knelt before the black horse carriage, they were also in awe. But at that time, they were in awe of Sangsang's identity as the Lady of Light and the powerful authority of the West-Hill Divine Palace. But now, they were in awe of the Lady of Light's pure wisdom in solving the game.
Since they were cultivators, they certainly knew what this pure wisdom meant.
In the past two years, the cultivation world had vaguely known that the successor of the former Divine Priest of Light was in Chang 'an. But because the West-Hill Divine Palace had intentionally or unintentionally covered it up, they did not know what kind of person the Lady of Light was.
Later, they learned that the Lady of Light was the daughter of a minister of the Tang Empire and the handmaiden of Mr. Thirteen of the Academy. They could not help but wonder what kind of potential or ability she had to be valued by the West-Hill Divine Palace and chosen as the successor of the former Great Divine Priest of Light. Until today, they finally understood that everything made sense.
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Sangsang had really solved the game. Even Ning Que could not believe it for a while. Of course, he was very happy, especially when he recalled the silent Tile Mountain, with only Sangsang's clear voice echoing around the stone table. He actually felt the happiness and sadness of having a daughter growing up in his family.
Just as the yellow-clothed old monk bowed and admitted defeat, he suddenly noticed that the high monk of the Xuankong Temple under the Buddhist sedan under the bridge leaned forward slightly, as if he was paying attention to Sangsang. He could not help but be alarmed.
He withdrew his gaze from the Buddhist sedan and asked, "Can we go up the mountain?"
Monk Guan Hai had been standing by and witnessed the whole process of Sangsang solving the game. He sincerely praised, "She is indeed the legendary Lady of Light. Man's plan is better than God's. Senior Brother, please."
Seeing Sangsang's glory, the Big Black Horse proudly thought that although his mistress looked ordinary, she was not bad at all. He could not help but snort happily. The horses that were grazing by the stream heard his snort and subconsciously became afraid. They ran up the grassy slope in disorder.
The black horse carriage slowly drove up the stone bridge and crossed the Jumping Tiger Stream.
Looking at the black horse carriage gradually disappearing into the depths of the Tile Mountain, the cultivators were in awe.
The chess master from South Jin Kingdom seemed to have thought of something. He ran up the stone bridge and chased after the black horse carriage.
He did not solve the game, but crossed the stone bridge. The yellow-clothed old monk should have stopped the crazy chess master from South Jin Kingdom, but he seemed to have forgotten about it. He just looked at the game on the stone table in silence.
He had been watching this game for decades and was confident that he had understood all the changes in the game. However, at this moment, he suddenly realized that he could not understand the game.
If it was someone else who presided over the game today, the black chess would have been defeated by Sangsang's awesome God's Calculation. However, because he understood the game better than anyone else in the world, he struggled to hold on for a long time before Sangsang's God's Calculation. His mind was severely damaged.
The autumn wind blew.
The yellow-clothed old monk's body suddenly shook, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"The Chaotic Ke Game emphasizes on being unconventional, winding paths leading to seclusion. However, how could the predecessors who laid down this game have imagined that there was someone who was able to turn a secluded and secluded winding path into a broad and open road just by calculating?
He wiped off the blood with his monk sleeve and looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard. He said in a slightly bitter voice, "Since there are people in the world who can predict the future, this chess game is meaningless. Let it stay here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-clothed old monk waved his sleeve and brushed off a leaf on the chessboard.
Cheng Ziqing frowned and asked, "Master, if we keep this game, what should we do next?"
"If the game is not finished, how can we talk about passing? Those who want to cross the stream, please help yourself. "
The yellow-clothed old monk said and then floated away.
Hearing that they could pass this stage without solving the Luan Ke game, the cultivators under the big green tree were overjoyed. They all walked to the stone bridge. The famous Song Kingdom Taoist, who loved chess, lagged behind. He walked to the stone table and looked at the game. He subconsciously reached out to pick up a white chess piece, but he found that he could not pick it up. He could not help but be shocked.
It turned out that before the yellow-clothed old monk left, he had used some unknown method to press all the black and white chess pieces into the stone chessboard. From that day on, the Luan Ke game would forever stay under the green tree beside the Jumping Tiger Stream on Wa Mountain. It would not be messed up again after experiencing wind, frost, rain, and snow. And the legendary three games on Wa Mountain would forever be one game short.
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