Volume 2, Chapter 185: Chess Game
The old man stroked his beard and smiled.
Sit upright in the void.
The faint light of the stars made his beard appear even grayer.
"Of course I have my own methods. I once heard you boast that you would use the world as chess pieces and the saints as pieces. I was deeply moved. Today, we are entering this game. My friend, you are not going to fight me. If you win, I will give you a chance. Isn't it wonderful?"
Ye Tingmu swallowed secretly.
The surrounding scenery was certainly shocking, but the old man in front of him actually knew everything he had said. This was even more shocking than the surrounding sea of stars.
He concentrated his mind and calmed his thoughts.
What echoed in my mind was the sentence: If I win, I will get a great fortune.
The person in front of me must be a master, and his strength is probably above that of the emperor. The good fortune mentioned by such people is not a small favor, but a great opportunity.
Although to be honest, the probability of winning is almost zero.
But I couldn't help but feel excited and wanted to give it a try.
He asked tentatively, "Senior, what should I do if I lose?"
The old man looked at him with a smile, "You haven't given up yet, young man, are you so unconfident?"
"Senior, to be honest, I am not sure about a master like you." He replied lightly with a hint of sadness on his face.
The old man closed his eyes and said, "If you lose, you lose. If you lose, then our fate ends here."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu did not hesitate any longer and immediately sat down, imitating the old man.
Since the other party has said that if you lose, you lose and you don’t suffer any loss, then what is there to hesitate about?
Take a chance. If you win, you will be successful. If you lose, you won’t suffer any loss.
He immediately replied, "Then today, I will be so bold as to use the stars as my pieces and the heavens as my chess pieces to play a game with you, Senior."
He just said this casually because the chessboard was as vast as the sea of stars.
When the old man heard it, his eyes, which had always been smiling, were stunned.
In one sentence, the stars are the pieces, and in another sentence, the heavens are the chess pieces.
Although it was an unintentional remark, it fully demonstrated the youth's heroic spirit.
How could this not touch him?
In his opinion, the situation this boy has entered requires exactly this kind of courage.
If you don't have this courage, you may not be able to survive the disaster in the future.
He shook his sleeves, his eyes sparkled, his lips parted slightly, and he spoke loudly and clearly.
"Well done! The stars are our pieces, the heavens are our chess pieces. The game is about to begin. Young man, make your move."
The rumbling sound echoed through the galaxy and filled Ye Tingmu's eardrums, making him inexplicably excited.
Boiling blood filled my whole body.
Without hesitation, he reached in and took out a piece.
The white pieces are bright and shining like stars, and they are in the middle position, so there is no regret in making the move.
The white piece landed on the ground, creating a burst of starlight and radiating brilliance on the chessboard.
The old man moved his mind, and a black dot fell from the sky.
As it set, the dazzling starlight dimmed.
A black mist seemed to linger above the chessboard.
Mysterious and weird.
With such special effects, Ye Tingmu just wants to say, it’s awesome.
He continued to make his move, concentrating all his attention.
If he can win, he doesn't want to lose.
The way of chess is not on the chessboard.
It is said in the Tao Te Ching that there is a thing that is mixed and formed before heaven and earth were born.
Lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging, circling without end, it can be the mother of heaven and earth.
I do not know its name, so I force it to be called Tao, and I force it to be called Da.
Greatness is called passing away, passing away is called far away, and far away is called returning.
Therefore, the Tao is great, the sky is great, the earth is great, and people are also great.
There are four great things in the world, and man is one of them.
Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature.
Just like in Go, the variations are endless.
The game of chess between black and white changes rapidly. A single move can affect the entire body, and one must plan hundreds of pieces to maintain a stable position.
The changes are the Tao. The chess pieces are the sky, the chessboard is the earth, and the outcome is determined by the placement of the pieces.
Although Ye Tingmu is not proficient in the art of Go.
But I also have some experience.
The essence of Go is nothing more than eight points.
Greed will not lead to victory, so you should enter the boundary slowly, attack the opponent while taking care of yourself, give up others to gain the first place, sacrifice the small for the big, and give up when you encounter a threat. Don't be hasty and be responsive. Actions must be responsive.
As long as you grasp the true meaning of these eight items and make some arrangements, you can become a master.
If you understand the offensive and defensive strategies, you can become a great person.
Coincidentally, Ye Tingmu, who was familiar with Sun Tzu's Art of War, had a clear understanding of merit and defeat.
Now he has not lost the game against the old man.
The sons of black and white alternate.
A chessboard full of secrets.
This is the game between Ye Tingmu and the old man.
It is also a battle between black and white, darkness and light.
On the chessboard, where the black mist and the white light collided, neither side gave in.
As time went by, more and more pieces were placed on the chessboard. Half of the board was already covered with pieces, and there was not much space left for placing pieces.
The speed at which the two of them made their moves was a little slower than before.
Behind them, it seemed as if at this moment, two monstrous beasts had condensed.
Roaring madly, charging into battle.
One of them was transformed from the white piece held in Ye Tingmu's hand.
Its shape is like a white tiger, majestic and full of murderous aura, just like his methods, he sacrifices his pawns to survive and attacks without stopping.
On the other hand, the black thing held by the old man was like a dragon snake in the darkness.
Although he has a cruel personality, he is too gentle and unwilling to give up a piece, so he always plays a passive defensive role.
He tried to control the enemy with gentleness and attack with defense, but in the end he had too many concerns. Even though he was stronger than Bai Zi, he was unable to defeat him.
Time continues to pass.
A battle among the heavens on the road of reincarnation lasted for a full hour.
As Ye Tingmu's last move fell.
The originally scorching black and white chessboard was completely covered by the sky-high white light in an instant.
The black fog disappeared in an instant.
The outcome is decided, the winner is determined.
White wins with half a piece.
Wait until the white light dissipates.
The dust has settled.
The two of them still sat opposite each other.
The old man stroked his beard, lowered his brows, and said nothing.
The same was true for Ye Tingmu. Although he won the game, he couldn't be happy as the winner because in his opinion, he didn't win at all.
As for the reason, it's very simple.
If the chessboard is used as the standard, then Ye Tingmu is indeed the winner.
If this chessboard is compared to a battlefield.
That would mean defeat for Ye Tingmu.
In the chess game, although the white piece killed the black piece's king, almost the entire army was wiped out, leaving only the white piece's king. Although he won, he was alone.
On the other hand, although the black piece was defeated, he did not lose a single soldier, a pawn, or a general.
So Ye Tingmu was somewhat unhappy.
But victory is victory, there is nothing much to say.
For him, the opponent in front of him is very strong, and he can only use this method if he wants to win.
He calmed himself down and slowly walked out of the killing spree.
His expression gradually relaxed a little.
The old man also shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said, "It seems that this round is won by my friend. I am ashamed of myself."
Ye Tingmu took a deep breath and bowed.
"Although the younger generation won, it was all thanks to the seniors who gave way to me. Otherwise, there would be no chance of winning."
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