Chapter 1015 Bragging a Little Bit

Shuxian's chess skills cannot be said to be weak. After all, he is a senior enthusiast who has studied chess records for thousands of years. However, Go, an intellectual sport, does not rely on how well he learns chess records. Unlike martial arts, even if he is a chess player, Obtaining an ancient secret chess record will not lead to much improvement. At most, it has reference value.

The old goblin's chess skills are equivalent to the level of a modern amateur eighth-dan. This rank cannot be said to be low. It has already stood at the peak of the amateur level. The chess skills of professional eighth-dan players are already similar to those of professional fourth-dan. It is just because they have not received professional training. It's just that you can't get a professional rank without professional qualifications.

However, even if he reaches the professional level 9 and ranks first in the world, he is still no match for AlphaGo. Not to mention that Luo Feng’s Go mini-game AI has already been an upgraded version of AlphaGo many times, and he can play chess as well as the original version of AlphaGo. Crying faintly in the toilet.

The Go board has a round sky and a square, with nineteen lines in longitude and latitude, which together total 361 points. The computing power of a super quantum computer allows it to calculate the trajectory of every basic particle in the universe like Laplace's demon. It’s hard to force someone to do it, but after calculating these 361 points of changes, it’s as simple as eating and drinking water.

Shuxian still couldn't let go of his old-timer airs, so he generously let Luo Feng take charge of the black game in the first game. However, Luo Feng firmly told him before he could make a move that from a probability perspective, Shuxian was destined to lose.

Looking at the final game, it turned out to be true. In fact, before the final game, Shuxian already knew that he had lost. He lost the battle, the dragon was killed, and he was unable to recover before the middle game. In the end, he lost more than twenty dollars. The eyes are so miserable that I can’t bear to gamble.

After finishing the first sentence, it was the Shuxian's turn to hold the black position. He obviously had a big advantage by going first, but the old fairy had no confidence at all. In the game just now, Luo Feng's chess prowess was already displayed, even if he didn't have a clue in his heart. , Shuxian also knows that he is not even a little bit worse than that monk.

Sure enough, in the second game, Shu Xian, who was holding black, also knew that he was losing before the middle game. Every move the opponent made was carefully planned. Even a few idle moves at the beginning turned out to be a winner in the middle game. Negative's trump card seems to have been calculated long ago.

What's even more annoying is that every move played by the fairy in the book requires a long test, but Luo Feng plays chess without thinking, making moves faster than playing fast chess, without thinking at all, and looks like he is in a state of chaos, but even in one move It takes seconds to make a move, but every step is exquisite.

The monk plays chess in a wild and unconventional manner, with no traces to be found. The fairy in the book cannot find the corresponding chess path from the ancient book, but he always makes clever calculations. While people are surprised and exclaimed, the more they think about it, the more profound they feel. After these two games, even All of them gave Shuxian a great inspiration, allowing him to gain a lot of insights, broaden his thinking, and his chess skills were slightly improved.

However, the fairy in the book improved, and the monk improved even faster, as if he could see his chess moves more and more clearly, and he could play with ease. It was like the roundworms in his stomach knew where his next move would land. From the beginning to the end, everything has been calculated.

When White lost, Shuxian could comfort himself with the fact that the opponent had the upper hand, but he never thought that Black would lose even more miserably. He had a vague feeling that the opponent had figured him out, and on this three-foot chessboard, he could ravage him as much as he wanted. How can I ravage him?

It was originally agreed that there would be three wins out of five games, but after the second game, the fairy in the book touched the chessboard, messed up the chess pieces, and said dejectedly: "No more! You monk's chess moves are too weird, and you don't follow the rules at all. Playing chess is supposed to be enjoyable. It is an elegant matter, but you are so murderous and have too much ambition to win, making it more and more boring!"

Luo Feng said apologetically: "The old benefactor is right. If we don't play another game, we will definitely give the old benefactor the illusion that 'as long as we work harder, we can win.'"

Shuxian heard the implication between his words, which meant that he wanted to coax him to play, and in the end, he would be better than him by a glance or a half. This was no longer a chess competition, but a show off of skills!

The book fairy was not as thick-skinned as Luo Feng, so he immediately rejected the invitation to play another round and readily admitted defeat. Anyway, he only needed to win in any subject, and there was no need to compete for a short time.

"I'll compete with you on the piano!"

After suffering two losses in a row, Shuxian was simmering with anger and had a mentality like a gambler. He said he would win back no matter what, even if it was just one game!

Angrily, he swept the chess pieces on the stone table to the ground. The book fairy picked up the magic formula and conjured a jade guqin. After calming down a little, he conjured a furnace of sandalwood incense.

Purple smoke curled up, the old goblin plucked the strings, and the clear sound echoed in the empty hall.

The tinkling-ding-dong-dong music is sometimes as high and tall as Mount Tai, and sometimes as slow and gentle as the rivers. This music is the almost lost ancient piano music "High Mountain" and "Flowing Water".

This old goblin is quite good at playing the piano. After all, he has been playing the piano for thousands of years, and he can beat most of the current piano masters just by being "familiar" with it.

However, although the skills are familiar, they still lack some flavor. After all, this is a dark demon tower. There are no mountains or flowing water, only the pairs of scarlet beast eyes peeping in the darkness.

If you play "Ambush from Flying Daggers", it would be in line with the artistic conception. It's a pity that the fairy in the book is an old coquettish guy. He likes the tunes of an outsider. Even in prison, he still has to play like a hermit and an expert. Ethereal music.

After he finished playing the song, Luo Feng applauded and congratulated him. Although the artistic conception of this song was a little poor due to the environment, the skill level was still quite high. Even in modern times, it is still at the level of guqin masters.

The fairy in the book was impressed. He pointed at the jade harp and said, "Monk, it's your turn. Seeing that you don't have the harp, I'll lend you my 'Green Qi'! Let's see, you are not doing your job properly." In addition to settling accounts and playing chess, I wonder if the monk also knows how to play the piano."

Luo Feng waved his hand and said with a smile: "The donor doesn't know something. The poor monk was reincarnated in the Far West Continent in his previous life, where he was known as the 'Great Artist'. Because his artistic level was too high, he was first blessed by the gods and then cursed by the gods. It was a rough experience... Anyway, I am serious about doing art."

There are many eminent Buddhist monks who have awakened to the wisdom of destiny. They can use the power of fate to see past and future lives. Luo Feng boasted that he was a great artist in the extreme west in his previous life. Although the immortal in the book was a little suspicious, he believed it for the time being. : "It's really strange. The artistic level is too high. It's understandable that the gods would bless you. How could you be cursed by the gods again?"

Luo Feng said seriously: "The art works of the poor monk are so beautiful that all sentient beings will be moved by their emotions after seeing them. As long as the theme of the creation of the work praises the gods, then all sentient beings will respect the gods. The theme of the creation will expose the ugliness of the gods, and then all sentient beings will cast aside the gods. With one person, I have the power to control the world's beliefs, so I am deeply feared by the gods and cursed me!"

"Hiss..." Shuxian took a breath of cold air and said: "Monk, you are really too boastful!"

Luo Feng spread his hands and said: "So, when the poor monk tells the truth, no one believes it, but when he lies, people believe it. The poor monk also said helplessly."