Vol 5 Chapter 123: Blow a calf

The chess power of the immortal in the book cannot be said to be weak. After all, he is also a senior enthusiast who has studied chess records for thousands of years. However, the intellectual game of Go does not rely on how sophisticated chess is learned. Unlike martial arts, even chess players. Obtaining a copy of the ancient secret book of chess can not get much improvement, at best it has reference value.
The chess power of the old fairy is equivalent to the level of the modern amateur eight-dan. This rank cannot be said to be low. It has already stood at the peak of the amateur level. The professional eight-dan chess player has the same chess power as the professional four-dan, just because he has not received professional training. You can't get a professional rank without professional qualifications.
However, even if he reaches the professional ninth dan and ranks first in the world, he is not Alpha Dog’s opponent, not to mention that Luo Feng’s Go game Ai is already an advanced version of Alpha Dog. It can be played against the original Alpha Dog. Crying in the toilet.
There are 19 lines in the longitude and latitude of the Go board in the sky and the circle, and a total of 361 points are combined. The computing power of a super quantum computer allows it to calculate the trajectory of every elementary particle in the universe like a Laplace demon. It's hard for a strong man, but counting these 361 points of change is really as simple as eating and drinking.
The book fairy still couldn't let go of the old predecessor's frame. The first game generously let Luo Feng hold the black. As a result, Luo Feng told him with confidence that from the perspective of probability, the book fairy lost.
The final game is counted, and it is true. In fact, before the final game, the book fairy knew that he had lost. He was defeated in the robbery, the dragon was beheaded, and he was unable to recover before the middle game. In the end, he lost more than 20 full. It can be described as miserable to bet.
After the first sentence is finished, it’s the book’s turn to hold the black. Obviously, the first mover has a great advantage, but the old demon has nothing to do with meticulousness. In the previous sentence, Luo Feng’s chess power has been shown, even if there is no B number in his mind. , The immortal in the book also knew that he was not even worse than that monk.
Sure enough, in the second game, the black book immortal also knew that he was cold before the middle game. Any one of the opponent's drop was strategizing, even if it was a few casual moves at the beginning, it became a left-right victory in the middle game. Negative assassin, as if it had already been counted.
What’s even more annoying is that every next move in chess in the book takes a long time. Luo Feng plays chess without thinking about it. He moves faster than playing fast chess. He doesn’t even think about it. He looks like a mess, but even if it’s just one move. The second step is exquisite.
The monk plays chess in an unimaginable way, and there is no trace. The immortal in the book can't find the corresponding chess path from the ancient scores. However, every time the magical calculations make people stunned and exclaimed, the more they think about it, the more profound they feel. After these two games, even All have greatly inspired the immortal in the book, let him gain a lot of insights, open up his thinking, and faintly improve his chess skills.
However, the book fairy has improved, and the monk has made faster progress, as if he has seen more and more of his chess path, and he has played more easily, just like the roundworm in his stomach knows where he will land next. From the beginning to the end, everything was done.
After losing with the white, the fairy in the book can still use the opponent's first-hand advantage to comfort himself, but he never wanted to lose even worse with the black. He vaguely feels that the opponent has already figured him through. On this three-foot chessboard, he can be trampled as much as he wants. How can I ravage him.
It was originally agreed to win five games and three wins. After the second game, the fairy in the book touched the board, messed up the chess pieces, and said dejectedly: "No more! You monk's chess approach is too weird. You don't follow the game record at all. Yeah, but you are so murderous, you are too eager to win and lose, the more you go down, the more boring you are!"
Luo Feng apologized: "The old donor is right. If you don't play another round, you can guarantee that the old donor will have the illusion that you can win if you work harder."
The fairy in the book heard what he meant, meaning that he was going to coax him to play, and the mid-range would beat him by half his eyes. This is no longer a competition, but a show of skills!
The immortal's face in the book is not as thick as Luo Feng's, and he immediately rejected the invitation to the next game, and happily confessed his defeat. Anyway, he only needs to win in any discipline, and there is no need to fight for a while.
"Old man and you are better than piano art!"
After two consecutive defeats, the book fairy was suffocating in his heart, and his mentality was like a gambler. He said that he must win back anyway, even if there is only one game!
Angrily sweeping the chess pieces on the stone table to the ground, the immortal in the book picked up the tactics and turned into a jade guqin, calmed down a little, and turned into a furnace of sandalwood.
Purple smoke curled up, the old fairy plucked the strings, and the clear sound of the piano echoed in the empty hall.
The music of Ding Ding Dong Dong is sometimes high and elevating like a mountain, and sometimes soothing like a river. This song is the almost lost ancient music "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water".
This old fairy piano art is quite good, after all, he has thousands of years of kung fu to play the piano, and just a "hands-only familiarity" can defeat most of the world's piano masters.
It's just that the skills are familiar, but it still lacks such a bit of flavor. After all, this is a dark demon tower, without mountains or running water, only the pairs of scarlet beast eyes peeking in the dark.
If you play "Ambush on Ten Sides", it is in line with the artistic conception. It is a pity that the immortal in the book is an old sao bag, and he likes the tune of the world's superior. Ethereal and elegant.
When he finished playing one piece, Luo Feng applauded and congratulated the venue. Although the artistic conception of this piece is slightly affected by the environment, the skill level is still quite high, and it is also the standard of the Guqin master in modern times.
The immortal face in the book is beautiful, pointing to the jade Yaoqin, and said: "Monk, it's your turn. If you don't bring the piano, I will lend you the old man's "Green Qi"! I want to see, you are not doing business. In addition to playing chess after reckoning, the monk can play the piano."
Luo Feng waved his hand and laughed: "The donor didn't know anything about it. The poor monk was reborn in the Western Continent in his previous life. There he was known as the'Great Artist'. Because of his high artistic level, he was blessed by the gods and cursed by the gods. It was a bumpy experience...Anyway, I am serious about art."
There are many Buddhist monks who are awakened to Suhui. They can see their past lives and future lives through their destiny. Luo Feng boasted that he was an extremely Western artist in his previous life. Although the immortal in the book is somewhat suspicious, he believes it temporarily. : "It's really strange. The level of art is too high, and the gods can understand the blessings. How can they be cursed by the gods again?"
Luo Feng said in a serious way: "The art works of the poor monks are too beautiful, and all living beings are excited when they see it. Whenever the theme of the work sings the gods, all living beings admire the gods, and the creation theme exposes the ugliness of the gods. The power to influence the world's beliefs has deepened people's jealousy and cursed me!"
"Hiss..." The book fairy took a breath and said: "Monk, you are really bragging!"
Luo Feng opened his hand and said, "So, when the poor monk tells the truth, no one believes it, but when they lie, they believe it, and the poor monk said helplessly."