Of the originally huge crowd, only a dozen or so people were left at the second gate.
There are seven disciples guarding the gate here.
Next to the second gate, there was a protruding stone platform, about three to four feet square. The seven disciples stood on the stone platform, in scattered positions.
Yang Shu went up and asked: "Sir, what is the second test question?"
The leader of the Taoist youth answered with clasped fists: "Play chess."
"How to say it?"
"Master, look," the young man pointed at his feet, and everyone realized that white lines were drawn on them with lime. "This is a chessboard, and the seven of us are seven chess pieces. Those who are taking the exam will stand at the entrance at the other end.
, every time we take a step, the chessboard will change, and the positions of the seven of us will also change. If we make a wrong move and the positions overlap, we will be attacked. If the candidate successfully reaches my position, he will win."
Yang Shu thought about it carefully and smiled: "So, there are two ways to pass the level. One is to find out the rules and crack the chess game. The other is to have high enough force to knock down the opponent when attacked. Right?
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The young man nodded: "Young Master is right."
Yang Shu nodded, but sat aside: "In that case, I will first come and observe how this chess game is broken."
The young man smiled and cupped his hands: "As long as it doesn't affect the chess game, you can do whatever you want."
If he doesn't play, it will make things difficult for others.
I originally thought that Yang Shu would take the lead and sum up his experience, so that he might be able to take advantage. Now that he has stopped moving, why should he not move too? That would be too deliberate.
The scribes who had barely passed through the previous gate were all eyes lit up when they saw the chessboard.
Literati are proud of their erudition, and they are proud of their knowledge and knowledge. They have a wide range of skills, such as chess and formations. These are their skills!
Immediately, someone began to study it carefully.
After a while, a young master from the Wenchen family stood up and said, "Several immortals, I am willing to give it a try."
The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand: "Please."
This person stood at the starting position, composed himself, and took the first step.
As soon as he stood still, Xuandu watched the seven disciples immediately change their positions.
The man took a look and was overjoyed. The position was roughly similar to what he calculated, indicating that his previous idea was correct. So he took the second step.
The positions of the seven disciples changed again.
The young man's expression became slightly serious.
Compared with what he calculated, there is a little difference.
After a while, he took the third step.
This time, the position deviated again, and one of them was a little closer to his position.
He could only calm down and recalculate. His algorithm should be correct, but the basis may be slightly different...
After waiting for a moment, he carefully took the fourth step.
The positions of the seven people changed again. The one who was closer just now was farther away, but another person broke into his safe range.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to calculate.
Five steps, six steps, seven steps...
The further he walked, the harder it became, always struggling to survive among the seven people. One was farther away, and the other was closer. In order not to be attacked, he had to walk farther away even though he was already close to the finish line.
On the tenth step, the leading young Taoist priest stepped in front of him: "Sir, our position is important."
The man's face darkened, and he raised his hands: "Xiaosheng has no martial arts skills. Since he is serious, he is defeated. Before retreating, please ask the immortal to clarify my doubts. In this formation, I saw the Qimen Seven
Formation, yes or no?"
The young Taoist priest smiled and said: "Young master, it is very difficult to see seven formations. To be honest, there are thirteen formations in this round."
"There are actually thirteen sets..." The young master sighed, "It's because I'm not good at it and I have to study hard when I get back. Thank you to the immortals for their advice."
This man failed the challenge and returned without losing his grace.
The emperor looked at it and nodded: "If you are not arrogant or discouraged, whose son is this?"
Immediately a chamberlain replied: "Your Majesty, this is the young master of Mr. Yan's family."
The emperor smiled and said: "It turns out that after Duke Yan, he did not bring shame to our ancestors!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone became even more envious of the defeated Young Master Yan.
Isn't it just to attract the emperor's attention by participating in this competition? It's totally worth it if the emperor can remember it!
The second participant came out. This one was a martial arts practitioner. He started by saying: "I don't understand any of these strange formations. I can only see if I can pass it through this brute force. Several immortals."
, ask for advice!”
This person was really just walking around at will, and within a few steps he overlapped with one of them. Since he wanted to challenge with force, this Xuandu Temple disciple was not polite and took action directly.
After the two of them had passed twenty moves, he took a step back: "Twenty moves have passed, and Xiaodao has been temporarily knocked back one step. If you want to knock Xiaodao out of the field, you can continue. If you choose to continue forward, stop here."
The man was overjoyed. It turned out that he only needed to pass twenty strokes. That was still very promising!
He chose to move on.
After walking two steps, I met another disciple on a narrow road.
After barely passing twenty moves, this time I only took one step and met the third disciple.
In this way, in the fifth encounter, he finally lost and regretfully left the game.
In the second gate, three people were eliminated in succession, and finally one person got through by luck.
He also chose to forcefully pass the level by force, but he was lucky and only encountered it three times and successfully reached the finish line.
This person got the Bagua coins and was so happy that he almost wanted to run around the platform.
Then, another scholar appeared.
With the first warning, he walked very carefully, knowing the way of Qimen quite well, and reached the destination without any danger.
In the end, three people successfully obtained the Bagua copper coins.
Except for the four people from Xuanduguan, as well as Mingwei and Ji Xiaowu, everyone else has finished the competition.
Yang Shu stretched and stood up: "I have learned something, come on!"
The leading young Taoist priest still smiled: "Master, please."
Yang Shu stood at the starting position and took the first step. Looking at the changing positions of the seven people, he laughed and approached one of them.
In the fourth step, the two met on a narrow road.
Without saying a word, Yang Shu flipped his wrist and knocked out the folding fan.
The two of them got into each other's hands.
Twenty moves passed in the blink of an eye, and he showed no intention of stopping. Instead, each move became more cruel than the last, almost killing the opponent.
The disciples who can be sent to guard the gate are naturally extraordinary in strength. But under his pressure step by step, his defeat is gradually revealed.
Among the princes and nobles watching the battle, some were surprised and some were pleased.
"Don't tell me that this third boy from the Yang family spends his days playing tricks on cats and dogs. Isn't he ignorant and incompetent? How can he be so skilled?"
"He is not without merit. The eldest princess and Xian Bolinghou know better and can rest in peace."
The emperor looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "Sister Huang taught me well. This boy has been working hard for so many years, and it has not been in vain."
Concubine Pei smiled and said nothing.
After Jiang Sheng heard this, his eyes became darker.