Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 430
Lin Chongyang knew how to play chess, but to say how proficient he was, he couldn't talk about it. He didn't often play chess with others, let alone study those chess records.

However, even so, his apprentice, who is proficient in chess, has not been able to win even a game against him in so many years.

The reason is very simple, that is, it simply cannot be counted, that's all.

For Zonghengzi, chess is a profound art that requires him to study it all his life.

He will not be obsessed with winning or losing. For him, every time he loses, he is closer to victory, and then he can improve himself through failure.

If you lose this time, it will be even more difficult to lose again next time. If you lose again next time, it means that the opponent this time is stronger than before.

Whether he wins or loses, he enjoys the process of playing chess. To him, playing chess with a master who is purely crushed by computing power is nothing more than a kind of tempering.

Lin Chongyang doesn't care about chess skills or knowledge, as long as he knows the rules and wins against his opponent within the rules.

However, most people play chess just for fun, not those who are extremely talented and concentrate on studying chess, so it is difficult to understand the subtle differences.

"If I can't do it, I will ask my brother for help." Zong Hengzi is not against asking for help: "If it doesn't work, I will have to trouble Master."

The earth is a plate, and the people are chess. Today's crossbars can't do it, but he is still very happy to count some conspirators in reverse.

"Ha, good."

With a chuckle, accompanied by a compliment, the last ball fell, and the winner was decided.

He is relieved that his mind is not rigid, the game of chess, although it pays attention to no regrets, but a person's life is far more than just a "chess".

In Zonghengzi's life, as long as he quits gambling, no matter whether he chooses to continue playing chess or whether he chooses to join the Confucian school, the impact will not be great.

However, it is best to be on the right path if you can walk on the right path.

On the whole, he was the one who reassured him the most among his three apprentices.

A game of chess marks the perfect end to this meeting.

"Master, are you going to go back directly?"

At the same time as he spoke, Zonghengzi replayed the chess game just now in his mind.

Although playing chess with the master is not fun at all, but if you learn from the master's chess style and then play chess with other people, the fun will come up immediately.

During these few days, although he was the one who was tempered, he also gained a lot.

"Stop by the way to pay homage to the old friend. If there is nothing else, I will go back after a while."

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Lin Chongyang didn't intend to stay in Wenfeng Valley for a long time, he came out this time, besides fulfilling the promise he had made to Sui Wu, he wanted to relax more.

Some things, if he doesn't want to see them, he can see them.

As he said before, the ignorant are fearless, the more you know, the greater the pressure on you.

At his level, even an occasional intuition means that something big may happen, let alone a dream.

This was something that shouldn't have happened, but it actually happened, and after waking up from the dream, he only remembered what he had dreamed.

The specific content is completely forgotten, and there is no clue to follow, just like the memory he lost.

The conflict between divinity and humanity, combined with the things that happened to him, inevitably caused him a little confusion, and it was this little confusion that made his heart flustered.

That's why he took advantage of the matter of bringing people to make swords, so he came out to walk around and see old friends.

After staying for a few more days and urging Zonghengzi not to leave his martial arts behind, Lin Chongyang left from Wenfeng Valley.

"Oh, there's not much time left."

After sending the person away, Zonghengzi calculated the time and couldn't help saying with emotion.

Based on Master's vigorous and resolute character, now that a decision has been made, it may take hundreds of years for the younger brother to succeed.

When the two of them communicated some time ago, the affairs of Zhanyun Realm had just started to get on the right track. If they want to assimilate their ideas, they need at least three generations of inheritance.

Combining the two, it is conservatively estimated that he only has 300 years to relax.

For innate people, a mere 300 years...

It was just enough to retreat once.

After comprehensive consideration, Zonghengzi, as the head of the sect, decided to get up and enjoy the last leisure after arranging the affairs properly.

the goal--

West Wulin!
I happened to drop by to visit my senior brother, and then I went to see what my junior brother was busy with. Anyway, he had been quite idle for these years, and if he continued like this, he would be useless.

On the other hand, Lin Chongyang, who left from Wenfeng Valley, did not choose Huahong to hurry due to personal reasons.

On the premise that the destination is clear, there is actually no difference between going early or late, and you will always arrive.

In the process, he wanted to see more of this reckless world of mortals and all living beings.

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Dangdang Dangdang!
"Hey, the snowflakes are falling, delicious food is not expensive, hey, pass by and taste it!"

The knocking sound of ice cups sounded from time to time, very crisp, accompanied by a unique cry, which is also unique in this market:
"It's as much as it is given, as much as it is served, it's cold, sweet and delicious!"

Because of the high flow of people, most melon stalls choose to cut the melons into pieces, and then sell them separately. The seller shakes the cattail fan, drives away the flies, and shouts:
"Big watermelon, crunchy sandy flesh, big watermelon boat big pieces..."

The cries are long and melodious, the image is vivid, and it is very pleasant to hear. Many people are willing to spend a few pennies to try it.

In the bazaar, vendors from all over the world are peddling goods, or holding big umbrellas at the stalls, or pushing small carts, and they are constantly hawking, attracting an endless stream of people.

Since the Battle of the Five Peaks in the past, Nan Wulin has never experienced too much turmoil. Even the disaster of the Demon Buddha Bo Xun a few years ago did not affect this place.

Lin Chongyang, who was sitting at a tea stall, saw nothing but a thriving scene.

Because the handling was relatively clean back then, there was no chance for the second generation of evil kings to be born. Naturally, Nan Wulin did not need to experience the disaster of war and sword plague again. recover.

I don't know how long such prosperity can last?

He asked himself, but he couldn't answer, because there will be a March catastrophe in the future, which will directly involve the various sects of Nanwulin, causing turmoil.

The establishment of the Jianghu sect was originally responsible for local security, and how many bloody storms would be brought about by a sky-building plan.

People in self-doubt, after paying the money, leave the tea stand.

Then, he found a tavern with ease and bought a jug of wine with three copper coins.

"Guest officer, the wine you want."

"Thank you."

After the person carrying the wine jar went out, he even heard the shopkeeper say:
"I thought it was a fat sheep, but it turned out to be a poor ghost, and the clothes were all for nothing."

Lin Chongyang laughed it off and didn't care. After all, with the character of a good friend, he doesn't like complicated things, and something purer is fine.

　The Butterfly Dragon Rebellion ended yesterday. It can only be said to be quite dramatic. The abruptness of the audience is just like that of old dramas. It was alive one second and gone the next. It was caught off guard.

　　On the whole, I feel a bit silly, the quality can only be said to be so-so, the classic anticlimactic hip-pull stuff, especially the part where Su Wen fell ill, can only be said to be perfect.

　　It’s okay to look at it in parallel time and space, and it’s okay to be a fan. It’s fine to bring it into the main drama, and it’s impossible to go back.

　　However, digging holes in some settings is quite fun, such as Mingqi Cultivation. If the price does not drop, the next book may be written to try.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)