After reaching one hundred and thirty moves, Yan Zheng let out a long sigh of relief.
Put the chess piece in your hand back into the chess box.
"I lost."
He spoke very calmly, without the slightest hint of reluctance or helplessness.
There was even a satisfied smile on his face.
Yan Zheng played this game of chess very happily.
He couldn't even remember how many years he had not played such a hearty chess game.
Especially when you put your heart and soul into it, it feels even more enjoyable.
Although I lost.
But it is honorable to lose, and I have tried my best, but my skills are not as good as others, so it is normal to admit defeat.
"Senior Yan Zheng actually lost!"
Shen Yunlong on the side widened his eyes, unable to accept it.
In his mind, Yan Zheng was the son of a saint and a true senior figure in Confucianism.
And who among the Confucians is not good at playing chess?
As a result, Yan Zheng actually lost to Ye Qingyun in chess.
This made Shen Yunlong difficult to accept.
But so what if it’s hard to accept?
As a chess watcher, Shen Yunlong watched this game from beginning to end.
It can be said that every step can be seen clearly.
Yan Zheng lost.
It doesn't mean that Yan Zheng is weak, but that the guy opposite named Ye Qingyun is too powerful.
Every move he made was perfect.
And for every move, it seems that the next ten or even dozens of moves have been thought out.
Especially when it comes to the later stalemate stage, it is even more stable.
There is no flaw at all.
Yan Zheng tried to set up a game several times to make Ye Qingyun's chess game flawless.
But all was in vain.
Instead, he fell into a little trap created by Ye Qingyun.
As a result, the deadlock was broken and Yan Zheng gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Until the disadvantage is too great and irreversible.
This is how I lost the game.
Shen Yunlong thinks that he is also a master of chess, but he is definitely not as good as Yan Zheng.
If he were to play chess with Ye Qingyun by himself, he would probably lose before he could even hold on to a hundred moves. > Yan Zheng was able to fight Ye Qingyun to such an extent, which was considered extremely powerful.
"Accepted!"
Ye Qingyun said with a smile.
Yan Zheng waved his hand, "I didn't give in at all, I tried my best. Mr. Ye's chess skills are extraordinary and astonishing. I admire you!"
Ye Qingyun shook his head.
"Your Majesty was not focused before and made the wrong move, which is why he lost."
"If you were focused from the beginning and didn't make the wrong move, the outcome would have been uncertain."
When Yan Zheng heard this, his expression was a little complicated.
He indeed made the wrong move.
Although it was later reversed.
But because of this wrong move, my rhythm was disrupted.
As Ye Qingyun said, if it hadn't been for this wrong move, the outcome might not have been certain.
But for chess players, it is the behavior of a gentleman to make moves without regrets.
Since you made a mistake, you can't regret it.
Yan Zheng didn't feel dissatisfied with what he said.
If you lose, you lose.
He also made the wrong move by himself, and Ye Qingyun won with dignity.
At this moment, Yan Zheng suddenly noticed something.
He stood up suddenly.
Ignoring the astonished looks of others, he quickly walked out of the lobby.
"senior?"
Shen Yunlong was a little shocked and quickly followed out.
Mu Yangzi and Ye Qingyun were also confused and walked outside together.
I saw Yan Zheng standing outside the lobby door, with white hair flying, eyes closed, and a solemn expression.
It was as if he had entered a mysterious state.
"What's wrong with him?"
Ye Qingyun asked with a confused look on his face.
"Senior Yan Zheng must have made a breakthrough!"
Mu Yangzi said in a deep voice.
"Breakthrough?"
When Ye Qingyun heard this, he was also a little bit
surprise.
I was very envious in my heart.
Good guy!
What's going on with these experts?
How do you say a breakthrough is a breakthrough?
When can I reach their level?
There is no need to practice, you can break through as long as you feel it.
well!
According to your qualifications.
It is estimated that it will take another eighteen hundred years to practice.
at this time.
There were changes in Yan Zheng.
His long, snow-white hair turned gradually black.
Start from the ends of your hair.
It becomes darker little by little.
Until half of the white hair has turned into black hair.
Now, Yan Zheng looked even more different from ordinary people.
Yan Zheng himself looks like an eight or nine-year-old child, with long gray hair hanging loosely.
And now.
Yan Zheng's appearance has not changed, he still looks like an eight or nine-year-old child.
But his long gray hair became half black and half white.
It adds a bit of mystery.
Yan Zheng opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, there seemed to be countless stars flowing in his eyes.
And in the sky, various strange phenomena also appeared one after another.
It seems to be echoing Yan Zheng's breakthrough.
Yan Zheng took a deep breath.
A righteous energy between heaven and earth poured into Yan Zheng's body.
So far.
Yan Zheng's breakthrough is complete.
"Congratulations to senior for your breakthrough!"
Shen Yunlong quickly stepped forward to congratulate him.
"It is an honor for a humble Taoist to witness the breakthrough of a Confucian master!"
Mu Yangzi also spoke immediately.
Ye Qingyun took a look and said, "Good guys, why are you two faster than the other?"
Doesn’t this make me look stupid?
Quickly speak up too.
"congratulations!"
Yan Zheng looked at Ye Qingyun, but his mood was particularly complicated.
He thought of his father before he left What he said to him.
"Black hair turns to white, white hair turns to black."
"When all ninety-nine are reunited, you can enter a realm that even your father has never entered."
These were the final words of the Confucian sage, Yan Zheng’s father, to Yan Zheng.
It also tells the story of Yan Zheng’s half life.
Yan Zheng specialized in Confucianism, read thousands of books, and traveled thousands of miles.
I have traveled across thousands of rivers and mountains in my life and read countless ancient books by saints and sages.
His hair turned from black to white, from white to black.
Already experienced this seven times.
This is the eighth time now. Although his hair is only half black, it is already a breakthrough that Yan Zheng has not had in many years.
All of this was due to this game of chess with Ye Qingyun.
Although I lost the game of chess.
But Yan Zheng gained more from playing chess.
I realized a truth!
Great simplicity!
I have read so many books and traveled so many roads.
It seems to have reached its limit.
But when I looked back, I realized.
Yan Zheng was bound by what he had experienced.
There was confusion in my mind.
There is confusion.
Don't know where to go.
To use Ye Qingyun's words to describe it, it means that if you read too many books, your brain will become more interesting.
Yan Zheng is naturally not showy.
But he also fell into a vicious circle that was difficult to get out of.
Until this game of chess with Ye Qingyun.
It allowed Yan Zheng to let go of the fight for the road and at the same time return to his true nature.
Reading is reading.
It’s not about stepping into a higher realm.
A journey is a journey.
Just to see the scenery that I have never seen before.
How could there be so many reasons?
Live a simpler and more pure life.
This is true self-breakthrough!
"Master Ye!"
Yan Zheng solemnly clasped his fists at Ye Qingyun.
"Yan is here and would like to call Mr. Ye my master!"