Chapter 2747 Score

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Waiting until Fengyun defeated all the challengers, the challengers still provided him with golden light. Although the number was much reduced, it was better than nothing.

Not to mention, the golden light they are providing now is very powerful. Even if the quantity is small, it is not much different from the golden light they provided to him before.

The gambling games were all over, but everyone still didn't go to eat, and they were still gesticulating on the chessboard, looking like they were still unfinished.

"Don't be anxious, everyone. Becoming a Go master doesn't happen overnight. Eat first. After eating, you can go back. You have been out for a long time."

Fengyun saw everyone's performance in his eyes and nodded secretly. If they could really focus on Go, it would indeed help to improve his character, but he still decided to interrupt them and let them leave.

As he said, they had been gone long enough, and if they didn't go back, they would arouse suspicion.

"OK."

Everyone responded, and then reluctantly asked the theater waiter to put the food on the table, but it was already cold.

They don't care either. Eating cold food is nothing to them. They have all eaten raw meat.

Feng Yun found that they were not paying attention while eating. From time to time, they would cast their eyes on the chessboard placed aside. Obviously, their minds were still on it.

Among them, the most obsessed person even forgot to put the food into his mouth while eating.

After half an hour, all the teachers who were being trained finally left, and only Feng Yun and Mulanzhi were left in the huge courtyard.

Mulanzhi would not have any problems if she went back later, because Mu Qiuxia would be covering for her.

In fact, Mu Qiuxia also participated in the training, but she was not in this group.

"Yun, if it weren't for us, let's play another game."

Mulanzhi looked at Feng Yun, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face. She moved the chessboard between her and Feng Yun and said, "Don't let me. Let me take the black lead."

"no problem."

Fengyun agreed without thinking.

Snapped!

Mulanzhi was also very straightforward. She didn't say anything and directly made a move on the chessboard.

Next, the two started a battle on the chessboard, which was very lively.

As it rained, Feng Yun's expression changed.

What he thought would be a quick victory didn't happen.

Although Mulanzhi was far behind him in chess skills, she was still much better than those challengers.

Even if he pressed forward step by step, it would be almost impossible to win within the time limit.

It continued for more than half an hour before Feng Yun won.

Although later on, Mulanzhi was defeated and had almost no chance of a comeback, but her ability to persist for so long was still somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Miss Lanzhi, you are so talented."

After Mulanzhi surrendered, Feng Yun couldn't help but let out a heartfelt admiration.

"Are you laughing at me? I've obviously lost to you."

Mulanzhi's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"No, no, no. Don't get me wrong."

Fengyun saw that Mulanzhi had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "I am really praising you. If you don't believe it, compare your performance with those of those who challenged me. Your performance is much better than them. . In addition, I was able to defeat you because I came into contact with Go much earlier than you. I believe that you will definitely be able to defeat me in the near future."

"Really? You didn't lie to me?"

Mulanzhi immediately responded with anger and joy.

"Of course it's true. How could I lie about something like this."

Fengyun immediately made a guarantee.

In fact, he did not lie to her, he really thought Mulan could defeat him. He had already seen from her performance that she indeed had quite a powerful talent.

And many times, especially in projects involving intelligence, talent is really important, so important that hard work can no longer erase the gap.

Many times, hard work can make up for weakness. This sentence is simply to comfort people, as if talented people will not work hard.

In fact, in the world before he traveled, there were many people who were obviously very talented and worked very hard. The most obvious example is those students from prestigious schools, who work much harder than some students from ordinary schools.

In this case, how could someone with poor talent catch up?

People who say that hard work can make up for weakness may not necessarily know the real situation, but they are unwilling to admit it, or pretend to be confused and deceive others.

"I'm going back now."

Mulanzhi grabbed the chessboard, put the chess pieces and the jar into her bag, and turned around to leave.

"You just want to defeat me so quickly?"

Feng Yun felt a little sour.

"Yes. Didn't you tell us before? Don't waste your talent if you have it, otherwise you will be irresponsible to yourself."

Mulanzhi waved her hand towards Feng Yun and quickly disappeared from Feng Yun's sight.

Feng Yun did not leave, he put his arms on the table, held his chin with his hands, and remained motionless.

He wasn't thinking about anything, he was just in a daze.

After about half an hour, he stood up, went to the backyard, and left through the tunnel.

When they returned home, the lights were already lit in the house, but neither Feng Hong nor Feng Zhu slept, apparently because they were waiting for him to come back.

"Yun, why are you back so late today? Did something happen to you?"

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Hong came over and asked concerned questions.

"It's okay. It's just that some people challenged me, and it took me some time to defeat them."

"Hey. There is still someone in the tribe who dares to challenge you?"

Feng Zhu showed a surprised expression and asked: "Who is it that is so overestimating one's own abilities?"

Feng Hong also looked at Feng Yun, obviously she was also very curious.

"It's not what you think. They challenged me on Go."

"Go? Is this the Go game you've been making whenever you have time these days?"

"Yes. After I taught everyone how to play and the rules, someone challenged me. Well, these are the jackpots I won."

With that said, Feng Yun took out an animal skin bag from the Qiankun Bag and threw it directly on the table, making a crisp impact sound.

"It looks like the bet is quite big."

Feng Zhu made a judgment based on the fullness of the animal skin purse.

"If they beat me, I'll give them fifty bucks. If I beat them, they'll give me ten bucks."

After saying that, Feng Yun stood up and walked towards the study. Before he stopped, he pointed at the money bag and said, "You and Sister Hong should divide the money in the bag. Half for each person."

"OK."

Neither Feng Zhu nor Feng Hong refused.

They know Fengyun's family background very well and know that he is very, very rich. Although the lottery he won this time is quite a lot, it is still a drop in the bucket compared to his worth.

Fengyun entered the study, rested for a while, then took out the manuscript and started writing.

After writing for a while, he would stop, as if thinking about what to write next, but in fact, he was rummaging through his memory.

After some thinking, he decided to take another approach to train teachers, specifically, by telling them stories.

He wants to tell stories to let them understand the relevant content of mind cultivation.

Compared with boring explanations, there is no doubt that telling stories is more attractive, but it is not easy for him to tell good stories.

Even though before he traveled through time, his brain memorized a lot of information, including a lot of stories, some of which fit the theme, but he couldn't use them directly because the background was different and he had to transform them. .

In the process of transformation, he also tried to make the story as easy to understand as possible, because his focus has expanded beyond the teachers he wants to train to the entire Golden Dragon tribe.

Through the performance of his teachers, he already knew that it would be very difficult for him to implement the practice of mind and nature throughout the tribe.

Those who can become school teachers are much better than ordinary people in all aspects. It is so difficult for them to learn and understand the knowledge related to mind cultivation, so the performance of others will definitely not be good, at least they cannot be any better than them.

In other words, when he really promotes the course of Xinxing cultivation throughout the Golden Dragon tribe, he will encounter very strong resistance, and the biggest obstacle is to figure out the relevant content of Xinxing cultivation.

This was something Feng Yun absolutely didn't want to see, so he pinned his hopes on a series of stories he compiled.

Therefore, they are very attentive to these stories, and at the same time they have very high requirements, and almost every word is carefully considered.

Under such circumstances, his speed of compiling stories slowed down. Many times, he might not be able to compose a story that satisfied him even in a few nights.

But even so, he still did not lower his demands, because he knew very well that the collection of stories he compiled this time would probably spread throughout the entire Golden Dragon tribe, and the audience would probably be even larger than "The Legend of Dang Kou".

These stories are also different from "The Legend of Dang Kou". The latter is just a look at it, but the former is to serve as an enlightenment. If it is wrong from the beginning, it will be difficult to achieve its purpose.

I don't know what happened today. Fengyun wrote and wrote, but he couldn't be satisfied. As time went by, there were more and more paper balls on the ground, all of which were versions of the story that he was not satisfied with.

"Write one more draft. If it still doesn't work, give up for now. Write again tomorrow."

Feng Yun took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and after it was all gone, he picked up the pen again and started writing.

Perhaps influenced by his mentality, he found that his writing was particularly smooth this time, and he was quite satisfied with the choice of words and sentences.

However, just when he was about to write out the story in one breath, after all, it was rare that he was in such a good state at this time, something unexpected happened.

He suddenly saw a golden light appearing above his head, falling towards him, and the landing point was exactly on his head, or more accurately, the top of his head.

Ding ding ding…

Then a crisp crashing sound sounded in his ears.

He was concentrating on writing a story when the sudden movement startled him and broke his state.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to curse. Although he already knew what happened, the golden light appeared again, flew towards him, and came into contact with the halo that he had escaped from.

He raised his head, and sure enough, dots of golden light passed directly through the roof and floated down towards him.

"Who are these people providing me with golden light?"

After being initially annoyed, Feng Yun couldn't help but become curious, and soon had the idea to find out.

After thinking for a moment, he reached his hand behind his head and patted it gently, and then a figure appeared from above his head and landed in front of him, looking exactly like him.

He is truly his true spirit.

His current true spirit can no longer tell any difference from his own. Even if it reaches the same level as Fengyun, it is still indistinguishable.

Fengyun nodded at Zhenling, and it immediately ran towards the window. Before he could really get close to the window, the window opened by itself.

As soon as the figure flashed, he passed through the window. The next second, the window closed by itself without making any sound.

Feng Yu watched Zhen Ling leave, and focused his energy on writing stories again, but he soon stopped writing.

Although he was still able to continue compiling, the writing quality could no longer meet his requirements, at least there was a big gap between it and the first half of the story he had already written.

Continuing to write down will give people the feeling of continuing to follow the dog's tail.

So he waited quietly, waiting for the true spirit to come back and tell him the information he had found. He was quite curious. Compared to compiling a storybook, the golden light was obviously more important in his eyes.

Zhenling did not keep Feng Yun waiting for long. Only half an hour later, he appeared in front of Feng Yun again. After nodding slightly to him, he turned into a shadow and drilled through his head. Got in.

After a while, Fengyun accepted all the information that Zhenling had gathered, and then he knew who the golden light came from this time, and why it appeared?

The actual situation was much simpler than he imagined.

The identity of the person who provided him with the golden light was not complicated. In fact, he had been separated from them not long ago.

They are the teachers who received his training this time.

As for why they provided him with golden light, it was because they were all playing scores and relying on their own memories to reconstruct the chess he and they played step by step.

Maybe this is not an easy thing for ordinary people, but it is not difficult for them to do it.

After people become totem warriors, all aspects will be improved, including memory, and every time they upgrade, they will usher in a new round of improvement.

In addition, the duration of their chess game with Fengyun was relatively short, which also greatly reduced the amount of memory.