Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 570
The sun is slowly rising in the sky, and with the start of the final final, the war chess game has reached the third day in a blink of an eye.

This process was so long that all previous rounds did not have. All the audience watching on the side had red eyes, but seeing the two people who walked up the high platform in the morning sun in the morning light, everyone's eyes were wide open. , feel worthwhile trip.

Because after being eliminated one after another, it finally came to the last match.

And since it was the last match, it was naturally extraordinary.

After the start bell rang, Ying Baoyue and He Lancheng walked to the chessboard in the center of the observatory. The ceremony officer on one side sent the chessboard to the side first, but it was not a chess box, but a pen, ink and two scrolls.

"What are you doing?" Gui Li, who was leaning against Gui Chen, widened his eyes when he saw this scene.

Although she doesn't know chess, she has been watching here for three days. She thought she was familiar with all the procedures, but she didn't expect to see this novel scene.

"This is..." Gui Chen vaguely heard it before, but it was the first time he saw it.

"This is a ceremony called opening chess." Fortunately, at this moment, an enthusiastic citizen on the side, a stepson of Soochow Wu, interjected.

"Play chess?" Gui Li looked at Zhao Guang in surprise, "Why didn't I see it before?"

"This is a ceremony only in the finals." Ji Qingyuan explained at this moment.

"The so-called opening ceremony is for the two chess players participating in the finals to write a sentence on a blank scroll."

"The scrolls will be hung on the side of the big chessboard that is displayed to the public, and when the game is over, the scrolls of the winners and losers will be drawn in order of victory and defeat."

"Write down a sentence?" Gui Li asked suspiciously, "Why did you write a sentence?"

"The words written by the chess player are the interpretation of his chess skills," Ji Qingyuan said quietly.

He knew it because his mother was the one who designed the ceremony.

When he was young, he didn't understand why his mother designed such a ritual that seemed to have nothing to do with chess.Until he saw the battle between Ji Jiashu and Tuoba Xun three years ago.

He finally understood his mother's intentions when he saw the man win the game after a long journey, and the scroll rolled down with the victories on the board.

Whether it is chess or art of war, it is something that pays attention to the spirit, and with the final victory, it is an exciting thing to show a sentence that contains one's own spirit to the world.

That scene will be the last and most passionate climax of the war game, and it will be the most incisive and concentrated expression of the practitioner's talent.

It is also a test.

Ji Qingyuan looked at Ying Baoyue and He Lancheng, who stood by the chessboard and opened the scroll given by the ceremony officer, and picked up a pen and ink to write on the blank paper, with complicated expressions.

His mother's design of this ceremony was indeed very high-level, but the requirements for the level of practitioners... are still as high as ever.

After all, this requires practitioners not only to know martial arts, but also to know how to write.

The shorter the words, the harder it is to write.The difficulty of this scroll is no less than that of writing an article in public.A well-written sentence can raise the atmosphere and build prestige, but a poorly written sentence will only drop the atmosphere to freezing point in an instant.

If it weren't for being both civil and military, this rare opportunity to showcase would only become the top personal execution.

Besides, it's not that the reels of the losers are not displayed, but they will be pulled after the top scroll is pulled down. If No.2 is written better than the top, it will even make people doubt the level of the top.

According to the rules, the two of them only have one stick of incense time, although the time is short, but such an important sentence naturally needs to be thought about carefully, He Lancheng is holding a pen to think hard, and the people around are also guessing what these two people will write.

"Young Master Helan, I'm afraid he's already thought it over... After all, he's been very sure of entering the finals from the very beginning..."

"But as for the former Qin princess... what can she write?"

The onlookers looked at Ying Baoyue with delicate expressions, and their voices of doubt were endless.

"By the way... has the princess ever studied poetry, books and art of war?"

"Whether you have studied or not, you can't compare with the young master. The young masters are all well-educated, and everyone writes good articles. The princess can't even write articles. I guess I wrote two lines of poems indiscriminately..."

"It will be embarrassing to pull it down by then..."

"But there is no way, what is it for a woman to learn these things, how can a princess be talented..."

Ji Qingyuan's eyes turned cold when he heard this.

He once sat on the roof and heard the girl mention it lightly.

The sage said that there is no distinction between teaching and learning, but on the Mountain and Sea Continent, women and men do not have the same opportunity to receive education from birth.

Everyone believes that the so-called practical knowledge is something that men learn and has nothing to do with women.

Everyone thinks so, right?
She felt wrong.

She and his mother had worked hard to change all this, including allowing Jixia Academy to recruit female bachelors, and establishing girls' schools in various parts of the mainland, and his mother also proposed to set up women's imperial examinations in the court.

But all this has not been completed, she and his mother have left this world one after another,
And their talents, their ideals, are buried in the dust of history, and no one will know about them anymore.

At this time, beside Ying Baoyue, when she picked up the pen, the etiquette officer on the side looked at her with a vague smile and said.

"Your Highness, if you can't think of something, just write something..."

He glanced at He Lancheng who was still thinking, and said to Ying Baoyue with a smirk, "But after Mr. He Lan has made up his mind, you can't delay any longer, you..."

But at this moment, the ceremonial officer suddenly stopped sarcastically, and looked at the woman who rolled up the scroll in front of him in astonishment.

"Okay," Ying Baoyue put the written scroll back into the tray in the hands of the ritual officer, "hang it up."

The people around were stunned.

"So fast?" Zhao Guang's eyes widened, "Did she write seriously? He Lancheng is still thinking about it!"

"For her, that's not too fast," Ji Qingyuan glanced at him, "That kid has no skills."

Zhao Guang choked.At this time, He Lancheng, who Ji Qingyuan said was incompetent, finally made up his mind, wrote the scroll and put it on the plate.

The scroll sealed by the two men was hung on the edge of the large vertical chessboard, and this unique ceremony ended.

Then it finally returned to the normal process, the guessing before the start of the chess game.

Guessing first is a method used in Go games to determine who moves first.

The rule in war chess is that the young child holds a handful of white stones in his hand and asks the other person to guess whether the number of white stones in the hand is odd or even.Guessing an odd number produces one sunspot, guessing an even number produces two sunspots.

Those who guess correctly will take the black stones first, and those who guess wrong will hold the white stones and move later.

Everyone became nervous again, after all, the result of guessing first had a great influence on the final victory or defeat.

If the difference in chess strength between the two sides is not large, the winning rate of holding black first will be much higher.

The battle that Ji Jiashu lost to Tuoba Xun at the beginning, many people still think that it was because Ji Jiashu held the white.

"Guess first!"

Accompanied by the examiner's announcement, Tuoba Xun opened the chess box, looked at Ying Baoyue and said, "You are younger than me, so catch the white pieces."

Ying Baoyue nodded, but at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the high platform.

"and many more."

Hearing this voice, He Lancheng was taken aback suddenly, while the crowd also opened their eyes wide in surprise.

On the high platform, a person stood up.

Ji Qingyuan and the others at the stage looked surprised, and Tuoba Xun quietly pinched the armrest of the wheelchair beside him under the tree at the edge of the crowd.

He Lancheng looked sideways at the sound, raised his eyes to look at the examiner's high platform, and looked deeply at the person who suddenly spoke.

"Excuse me, Mr. Chunhua, what's the matter?"

"Since this is the last chess game, we should be more cautious in everything," Ji Jiashu, who interrupted the guessing, walked down the high platform step by step, and said quietly.

"This round of guessing will be completed by the examiner."

(End of this chapter)