The Path Toward Heaven

This old man with hat has relatively low-level artificial intelligence and should be the host of Shen's old house formation.

As a child, Tong Yan often played chess with Qing'er and was very experienced in this kind of existence and situation.

Elderly Hats figured out a chess box and took out the pieces.

Tong Yan found that it was the space chess he had thought of, and he didn't hesitate to pick up a heavy armor and took a step forward.

It didn't take long for the game to end, and the old man in a hat grunted and pressed the code, opened the alloy door leading to the depths, and took him to the next game.

Such a simple and boring level was repeated eight times, the clouds gradually thinned out, and the old Shen family house in the distance could be seen faintly.

Since it is called a chess pavilion, the pavilion has already arranged the chess for a long time.

The chessboard is very huge, with 365 vertical and horizontal lines, and there are black and white chess pieces in the grid, not only where the lines intersect, but even in the grid.

Elder Hatsaw said: "If you can solve this game, all rudeness will be forgiven."

At the voice, the black and white pawns on the huge chessboard flew up and hung quietly in the space under the pavilion, forming an extremely complex three-dimensional structure.

Looking at this scene, Tong Yan naturally remembered the chess game of Chaoge City and Jiubu Mountain in Qipan Mountain many years ago.

At this time, he didn't know that Jing Jiu arranged a bigger game on the battleship Lieyang.

No matter how powerful Dan ’s intelligence channel is, he ca n’t reach his tent on the 857 base.

Tong Yanwang said to Elder Limao: "Do you know what my purpose is here?"

Elderly Cap said: "No one knows where the young master is, and you can't find any clue here."

Tong Yan said: "If Shen Yunbu really likes what the intelligence says, even Jing Jiu appreciates and loves him, then he must be a very smart person like me."

Elderly Cap said: "Master is of course the smartest person in this universe, but if you can break this chess game, you are smarter than him."

Tong Yan ignored this sentence and continued: "Since he is so clever, it is impossible for him to enter a desperate situation, and he will definitely leave alive."

Yes, when he came to the old house of Shen family, he wanted to find the lifeline that Shen Yunbu left for himself.

Elderly Hatman said after a moment of silence: "If you can crack this game, you are eligible to enter the old house, maybe ... the thing you are looking for is inside."

"I can't crack this game in a short time. Maybe I will do this in the future, but now I need time."

Tong Yan put the luggage carried in his hand on the chessboard and suddenly shook hundreds of chess pieces.

In the crackling sound, he stared at the old man in the hat and said, "Take me into the old house, otherwise I will blow up the planet."

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Tong Yan did not know that Jing Jiu had faced a similar chess game, and it took a long time to crack a small area, but he had his own way of breaking the game. This seems to be rude, but it actually hides a lot of information analysis and Judgment is the real cosmic flow.

Jing Jiu didn't know that he had cracked this kind of chess game, or even that he had played chess before, otherwise how could he sign up for a chess class.

He sat on the small bench, looked at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, frowned, and looked particularly distressed.

The pieces are not round, but various tiny models, with five levels of warships, as well as several mechas and various weapon platforms.

Yes, he is playing the simplest space army chess at this time, the opponent is an eight or nine year old boy.

After a long period of examination, he finally picked up a piece representing the heavily armored formation and jumped diagonally upward.

There were sounds of discussion, ridicule, and argument in the room.

The 8-year-old boy looked at him with a scornful smile and said, "Ryan, dare to play chess with me at your level? Go home and practice again!"

After saying this, he picked up a laser main gun, destroyed the heavy armor formation, and killed the commander in the Jingjiu base.

The laughter in the room grew louder.

Jing Jiu stared at the chessboard seriously, and it took a long time to confirm that he seemed to have lost, scratched his head, and got up to give the position to another child.

Accompanied by the laughter of the children, he walked out of the door, which was originally an activity after the interest class ended.

Huaxi followed Xueji and followed her. She didn't know how to play chess. Xueji didn't care about these things at all.

Ms. Eve stood outside the door and could n’t help laughing when she saw this scene. She reached out and rubbed Jing Jiu ’s hair and said, “It ’s already difficult to play chess, do n’t worry, just learn slowly.”

Jing Jiu wanted to say nothing in the end, bowed his head to express gratitude, and said goodbye to the cake in Eve's hand.

The family took the pastry and walked across the street from the administrative center and down into the subway.

He sat quietly in his chair, seemingly not hit by today's failure.

Advertisement lights outside the window emit various lights, illuminating his calm face.

When the subway reached Zhishan Battle, there was a clear and melodious sound of station stops. He slowly raised his head and said to himself, "Am I ... really wrong?"

Teacher Eve said nothing wrong, space military chess is really too difficult, mainly because the rules are too complicated, and there are many places that violate common sense ... is it called common sense?How could a laser cannon kill someone?

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Back at 720, Huaxi carried cakes to prepare for steaming, Jing Jiu habitually walked to the window to prepare to play the piano, but suddenly found that today's piano cover could not be opened, turned to look at Xueji sitting on the sofa, in front of her Playing a game of chess.

"When did you ... when did you buy it?" Jing Jiu approached her and sat down, looking at the vivid warships and armor on the chessboard, asking with some curiosity.

Cicada flew to his shoulders, dancing a few cheerful dance moves, saying that he took it in the mall and wanted to get his praise.

Recently, when Xue Ji is in a good mood these days, Cicada goes to please Jing Jiu and she doesn't care much.But it was obvious that she was in a bad mood today, so the next moment the cicada turned into an ice tuo and fell heavily on the ground.

Xue Ji's mood is of course not good, and her cubs can't even be a child, so it's shameful.

Since that little child wants Jing Jiu to go home and practice, then she has to practice Jing Jiu well.

Cicada struggled out of the cracked ice tufts, clearly aware of Her Majesty's consciousness, where dare to carelessly, with the fastest speed to recall a few mosquitoes monitoring the atmosphere in the vicinity of 714.

The mosquitoes are so small that they ca n’t be seen by the naked eye, but the sound of rubbing limbs is very bright, and the pronunciation is very standard, exactly the same as the announcer on the subway.

"Space Military Chess is a puzzle board game popular among the people of the Galaxy Alliance. It is divided into six types of moves, suitable for children aged 6 to 12 ..."

Accompanied by the mechanical standard broadcast tone, Jing Jiu started arduous chess special training.

The reason for the hardship is that Xue Ji's education is very simple and rude. As long as he takes the wrong step, or has some inexplicable self thoughts about the rules, she will be hit hard.

Her little hands are very cute, but the only person in the universe who can hurt Jing Jiu with her hand is her.

Huaxi was startled by the thunder-like voice in the living room. She ran over and looked at it for two times, and found that Xue Ji was breathing a sigh of relief. He stroked his chest and said, "Slow voice, noisy, neighbor. "

There are no neighbors.

So Xue Ji still played so hard.

It didn't take long for Jing Jiu to stand it, and he looked up and looked at her seriously and said, "Dine."

There was a strange smell of pastries steamed in the kitchen, and it was indeed time for dinner.

Xueji raised her little finger to the warships and armor on the chessboard, just like the queen who ruled the world and ordered millions of troops.

Cicada felt her will and said with a mosquito: "No meals."

To save time for dinner, the process of special training was accelerated again. Huaxi looked at it curiously while holding the bowl. Without looking at it for long, the space military chess tutorial finally ended.

Jing Jiu's clothes were shattered into rags and hung pitifully on his body. The small crack in the corner of his eyes that had long disappeared, I don't know when it would appear again.

Xue Ji was very satisfied with her means and signaled that it would stop here today.

Huaxi returned to the kitchen, glanced at the empty steamer, shrunk her shoulders a little embarrassedly, and thought about handing her bowl to Jing Jiu.

After dinner, Jing Jiu rubbed some sore shoulders and went to the window to start playing the piano.

After playing the Scorpio Nebula dance, he closed the lid and took the pen to start writing poetry.

The end of the pencil has been bitten, and one can imagine how difficult it is for him to write poetry.

Huaxi went to the next room.

The flowers in the room are still blooming like a sea, she is wandering in between, her face full of cheerful smiles, picking one from time to time to taste two.

Suddenly she stopped dancing and slowly came to the window. She opened the black curtains and tilted her head to look at the stars that gradually appeared in the sky. The ignorance in her eyes was gradually replaced by ignorance.

Xueji went to the unit next door and stood in the patio directly on the sixth floor, bathed in starlight, and the consciousness walked freely in the sea of ​​books, and the big red wind fluttered without wind.

I don't know how long it took. The big red clot slowly fell. She took out the thin ice sheet found in the dead man's body and observed it silently for a long time. The dark black eyes were full of cold.

This thin piece of ice was a piece of hair that Shen Qingshan sprinkled in the universe many years ago. She was not sure when the other party could find it. Jing Jiu showed no signs of waking up. It was useless to wake up. Her pressure was a bit heavy.

Just like some parents, she also found a way to vent her pressure today, and she instantly sat back on the sofa, using her eyes to signal Jing Jiu to sit opposite.

Cicada took out the chess board from the cupboard, climbed up to the coffee table with a heavy chess urn, feeling the low mood of Xue Ji and Jing Jiu's unwillingness, and felt that the pressure was also great.

This evening Xueji taught Jingjiu to play backgammon. Black and white pieces kept falling on the chessboard. Mosquitoes kept talking about the formals and forbidden hands. The sound of wind and thunder followed.