"In the name of the people" fire Dakang secretary, fire Qi Tongwei, and now fire a book - "Heavenly Bureau", this book appeared in the 26th episode, Qi Tongwei favorite article, Hou Liangping in order to study Qi Tongwei even deliberately mark this article.
After watching the "Heavenly Bureau", only to understand that the "body to win the day" Qi Tongwei how sad: win the day half a son or submit to fate?
Text: Jiaojian From "Jiaojian short story collection"
The main character of this article is a mortal, with himself as a chess piece, with the "sky" chess, and finally to "half a son" just short of winning the "sky", the full text of the "sky", the whole text of the "half a son" just short of winning the "sky". Day", the full text of the stirring, plot ups and downs, it is worth reading.
Here's the full text of "The Game of Heaven":
He was vague about everything but Go. He walks in a stumbling manner, and is said to step on the chess grids, and every step is a masterstroke.
Naturally, he was good at chess, but he had no wife - he was in his forties. But his real problem was that he couldn't find an opponent, and his heart was often shrouded in loneliness.
He had to play with himself.
There is a small village of Guantun in the south 30 miles, where there is an elementary school teacher who moved back to his hometown from Beijing. Legend has it that he was a Go player, a very high level, made some mistakes, and then nestled in this ravine.
Chaos visited this master, often walking 30 miles to the official Tun game.
Chaos is a big man with a dark face, and his style of play is very brave and brave, and he makes good use of a move called "Zhen Shen head", which is very fierce and fierce. The teacher played chess with him for the first time, and looked up in surprise at the middle game: "Your killing power is really rare!" Chaos nodded modestly.
But the Teacher's closing effort was excellent, slowly picking back the blanks. The two of them sympathized with each other and became close friends. The teacher often told him about some of the things in the chess world. Speaking of the rise of Japanese Go in recent times, far better than China, Chaos showed recklessness: "Damn, kill Japan!"
Hun Chaos is a true genius.
When he was a child, a crippled old teacher taught him Go. During the three years of natural disasters, the teacher died of starvation. He grew up on his own, running in the wild mountains, drinking the muddy water, and became a man of steel.
The chess, but also natural, born of a huge brute force, often stirred up the wind and waves on the board, so that the opponent staggered. No matter how solid the fortress, he attacked hard and destroyed it. As if he stretched out a pair of big black hands, pushing Tarzan walking on the chessboard.
Guantun teachers often exclaim: "Where does this force come from? The national team if ......" as if remembering something, the second half of the sentence to stop.
Lunar New Year's Eve 30, Chaos got a pig's head. He then circled around the pig's head, muttering in his mouth: "Can you go to the past year? Can I eat the pig's head? What a downtrodden man!" So he picked up the pig's head on his back and decided to take a walk to Guantun.
It was dusk, and the sky was full of snow. The chaos just went out, a black cotton pants turned white. The north wind whistled, as if there were countless people to dissuade him: "Hun Chaos, don't go! This heavy snow--"
"Ah, no!"
Thousands and thousands of people could not pull him, and he plunged obstinately and capriciously into the wilderness. The snow clustered like thick rolling smoke. The mountains are shaking like a drunkard who can't keep still. The wind and rain forced the chaos to spin like a gyroscope, can not open the eyes, full of ears whistling. There is a rumbling in the sky, the gods are driving a car. The glacier has been covered, hidden into the mangled snow plains, no trace. The sky and the earth were in one piece, infinitely vast, yet infinitely crowded. Danger lurks everywhere.
Chaos walked into the mountains and gradually lost his way. The sky was already dark, he was deep and shallow, stumbling in the snow. The pig's head on his back was freezing hard, and it arched his back one by one. He thought, "This is bad!" His hands and feet went limp, and he fell into a snowy nest.
A moment of confusion, chaos suddenly woke up. The wind and snow had stopped, and the sky was full of ice, making the world cold and silent. By the light of the moon, Chaos found himself in a mountain pass, flat four sides, such as a chessboard. On one side of the flat land is a cliff like a knife cut, surrounded by dark mountains.
Chaos knows that this place, the village people called the Valley of the Soul. It is extremely difficult to get out of this valley, let alone on a snowy night like this! The chaos was in a state of panic, and he was on his way out.
The night is late. The first time I saw it, it was a very cold day. The chaos to freeze as ice, but the heart is still awake: "Damn, can not freeze to death here!" Looking around, I found that all the black stones on the mountain, block huge as an ox. He simply do not go, back and forth to move the black stone to get warm. Originally born brute force, the large stone a call force, they will Prime to the chest and abdomen.
He put the black stone one by one on the flat ground. The body is warm, but the brain is gradually confused, sleep like a blur in front of the eyes.
He seemed to have turned a few corners and saw the light. The first step was to get to an elegant thatched roof. Mangan was overjoyed: "Today is saved!" Reckless raised his fist and beat the door. Someone in the house answered, "It's you. Please!"
Chaos into the house, but see the face of a large bed, mosquito net cover, can not see the bed lying who. Chaos rare: what is wrong? In winter, you are afraid of mosquito bites? The mosquito net came out sickly voice: "You move the table, this will play chess with you."
Chaos rejoiced: there is a shelter, but also fishing chess, good luck tonight.
Jiang Chaos was very happy: he had a shelter and a game of chess, and he was lucky tonight. He put the table like to the bed, can not help but probe towards the mosquito net looking. However, the mosquito net like clouds like brocade, so he can not see through.
"Chaos, you do not have to look, play chess!"
Chaos felt ashamed, grabbed a handful of black discs, and stammered, "Teacher master, spare me the black first."
The man in the mosquito net was not modest, and waited silently for him to play. Chaos thought for a long time, and placed a black stone in the lower right corner. The mosquito net moved and stretched out a white arm. The white arm was like a snake swimming close to the chessboard! The white arm was like a snake swimming close to the chess box, two fingers picked up a white disc in the air, and it landed in the center of the chess board with a crunching sound.
Chaos was shocked: this is not a conventional way of playing! How can the first move take up the Tianyuan position? He stretched his neck to see who was in the mosquito net.
"You don't have to look, you can't see me."
The voice is sheepish and soft like a sick chant, more delicate than a woman; but with a fairy atmosphere, as if from a high distance, vague but clear words. This voice called Chaos y mysterious, secretly sighing this night have a strange encounter. Chaos shook his spirit and prepared for a good battle!
The chess line is sixteen, and the killing begins.
The white pieces are pressing the black lower right corner, and Chaos is determined to break. He is so proud of his strength that he never lets go when he has something to fight for. The white and black pieces are each in two pieces, and the four dragons are coiling and tumbling along the edge to the left. Chaos has always been known as a fast chess player, and the other side is even faster.
Teachers in the government often say that Chaos is thick, but the people in the mosquito nets are fast and meticulous. The chaos of surprise has increased, and more than enough brute force. White skillfully forced him to do live, but he cut off a white dragon. Now there is no way back for anyone. If you don't eat your opponent's big dragon, you will die.
Go is a game of black and white, but it best reflects the nature of competition for survival.
Siege, with only black and white pieces, is the best example of the nature of the competition for survival. Once their survival is threatened, who will not give up their lives to fight?
At this moment, the fire in the lower right corner is burning more and more, and the fight is extremely fierce. Chaos recklessly grabbed a white chess piece and suppressed it, pursuing it fiercely. The white discs, on the other hand, have turned into a trickle, quietly flowing through the black cracks and penetrating into the upper left corner of the black discs. If we don't catch this white dragon, black will be completely destroyed.
A bead of sweat broke out on Chaos's forehead, and he cried out in his heart, "Come on! Let's fight!" He ran to the upper left corner, the battlefield of destiny, without hesitation.
On the ninety-eighth move, White made a brilliant move! The man in the mosquito net used the corner to make a hijack, and even if Chaos won the hijack, he had to move three times in a row to eat up all the white pieces. Chaos was dumbfounded. This was not just a good move? It was a ghost move! However, Chaos had no room to maneuver and had to take all the white pieces in one hand. The man in the mosquito net took advantage of this and ate the lower right corner of black, sealing off another black dragon.
Now it was Chaos' turn to escape the dragon. However, when he looked around, he saw a white sky, as if it was full of snow, and the sky was covered with snow. The Chaos hand cupped a black seed, and stood frozen like a clay figure. A son weighs a thousand pounds! He won the battle, but will lose it again. Only by escaping the dragon can white not undo the damage he has just done.
But the future is bleak, what is the way out?
When he was in trouble, a gust of wind swooped through the door and limped in an old gentleman. The Chaos turned around at the sound of his voice, and saw that it was the private school teacher who had been dead for many years. Since he is dead, how can he show his face again in this deserted mountainous wilderness? It is too strange! In the emergency, Chaos didn't care much and called out, "Teacher, teacher, give me a hand!"
The private school teacher limped to the table, twirling his goatee and leaning over to watch the game. The heavy atmosphere of the darkness, the pressure of the lamp is as small as a bean. The white arm raised his index finger, aimed at the cover lamp point, the fire abruptly jumped up, a large light. The old gentleman was shocked, his body tumbled over, and his appearance was very wretched.
"Hmph." The tent sneered.
Chaos heart indignation: this game of chess, must win! A hot blood rushed to the brain, and the masculine energy forced the black hair to stand up.
Mr. Cripple seems to know that his opponent is not a normal person, a beckon, the door to come in his companions, the first two into the two fan spandex scarf, elegant, it is the Qing Dynasty Weiqi set of masters: floating Fan Xiping, the wonderful hands of the sky Shi Xiangxia. They played ten games at Danghu Lake, which became a Go classic; Shi Xiangxia died of blood loss in the final game due to exhaustion.
One more player came in, the Ming Dynasty national player, Bai Ling, who wrote the "Official Tzu Spectrum", which is still in circulation today. Liu Zhongfu, a Go master in the Song Dynasty, hobbled in with the old mother of Mount Li on a dragon's head crutch. A thousand years ago they fought at the foot of Mount Li, and with only thirty-six moves, victory or defeat was known. Until the Spring and Autumn period of the game of autumn into the house, the history of Go heroes will come together.
Chaos sat at the table. He no longer speculate on how these people came to earth, only focused on the hand. A hand as white as jade, so transcendent, so absolute, an aura of divinity surrounded it.
It was as if it had always been the master of men, ghosts, and gods, had always been the master of all things in heaven and earth. It is irresistible and unsurpassable. Chaos understood that he was at war with an unbeatable opponent. He wants to win, he must win!
The masters were silent and solemn. The chaotic acupoints were pressed by one person's finger, or Fengchi or Sun, or Da Pui or Vital Gate. All of a sudden, the aura is full of human wisdom in the chaos.
He felt his mind was clear, and there were many chess paths in his heart, and there was a kind of power surging in his body tenfold and a hundredfold. He picked up the black disc, cast it down resolutely, and then raised his head, his eyes burning, looking at his unknowable opponent in the mosquito net.
The Midlands breakout began. Chaos in the white large model of rolling back and forth, or stabbing or flying, or pointed or jumping, the skill of the moves is not the level of the past, even he was surprised. However, the man in the mosquito net is getting better, and his game is even better than just now.
The white pieces were like flowing water, elegant and free, with deep and fierce moves, forcing the black pieces to have no chance to breathe. The black pieces are like beasts trapped in a cage, jumping up and down, tearing and biting, but they can't open the dense circle of white pieces. Chaos' eyes are rounded and he is sweating like a bean.
The black pieces on the board are getting more and more defeated.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in Chaos's mind, and he played an ingenious move. There was a gap in white's defense, and black seized it with agility, squeezing out of the white circle. Now the wide open spaces on the right beckon. Once he reaches the right edge safely, the black dragon will come to life.
But won't white relax? He pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes and pushes and sets up obstacles. Black crawls hard to the right. In the pursuit, white kills one of the black dragon's tails. This loss caused Chaos a sharp pain in his heart, as if one of his left feet had been cut off. He gritted his teeth and continued his march to virgin territory.
The white pieces jumped and flashed like dancing elves, bullying the wounded black dragon at will. The black dragon, bleeding and moaning silently, crawls to its destination with amazing will. As long as there is a glimmer of hope for survival, no matter how many sacrifices it endures, Chaos is tenacious in its grip!
A dreary atmosphere pervaded the board. The misfortunes of life seem to coalesce around this dragon. Fate often tests one's ability to carry a load so coldly.
Finally, Chaos reached the other side. He immediately turned back and attacked White's weak spot. The man in the mosquito net raised his index finger, and the tip of the finger shone with a multicolored light. It was a mysterious warning. Chaos looked steadily at that finger and dimly felt many things he never knew.
The white son blazed down, threatening the black dragon, who had just escaped his doom. He must stop. He must abandon his attack and make a living on the spot.
But how hard it is to live like this! It was suffocating oppression, and to live you had to be like a dog.
Chaos raised his head, and that index finger was still straight up, still shining with colorful light. Chaos holds his head high, picks up a black piece, and hits it hard into the white formation!
It was a steel wedge, and white, who had just pursued the black dragon, was nailed to the pillar of shame of annihilation. Below, white jumps in and takes away the black dragon's eye-square, depriving it of its last hope of survival. Then, as if two warriors standing on the edge of the cliff, each of them drew out their glittering swords and started a duel of death and life.
What a magnificent duel! Here, Go shows the masculine beauty of a generous song of sorrow: it is not a gentle game, it is a great fight with blood and flesh flying!
Look, Chaos uses his natural brute force to kill the white pieces in a horrible way; the man in the mosquito net attacks the black dragon, tightening his breath one mouthful after another, and his snow-white arm is so cold that it strangles his opponent's throat like an executioner.
Every move Chaos makes seems to scream: "I've had enough! I've been a man today!" To which white replies, briefly and morosely, "You will die!"
Black's attack is a mountainous one, with a fury that reaches to the heavens. It takes a vengeful hero to have that kind of power, a power so hot that it is like magma that has just erupted from a volcano's crater, destroying everything in its path.
White ignores his position and concentrates on strangling the black dragon. Neither warrior defended himself, allowing his opponent to slash at his torso while stabbing more viciously at the other's vitals.
A lute rang out from outside the room, clear and melodious. The pipa was first slow and then urgent, playing the ancient famous song "Ambush on Ten Sides". The pipa is a very powerful and powerful instrument, and it is a very powerful instrument. A small chessboard rises a blood gas, first in the house hovering, accumulating momentum, breaking through the cottage, red Yin Yin straight sky.
The sky suddenly exploded scorching thunder, followed by a group of thunder rolled down. Pipa sound brittle sound bright, exciting as the tide, as if the sharp cone, piercing through the muffled thunder, quite head and out. The two pressure each other to cover each other, repeatedly intertwined, accompanied by that column of blood light, rendering the heaven and earth bombardment.
The people in the mosquito net ate the black dragon of chaos, chaos dominated the previous white array. A big conversion. The game was a very close one, and the winner was the official's son. Chaos looked back and saw that his masters were exhausted. Chaos realized that he was not alone in this battle. The human beings, ghosts, and gods are all fighting for a single hand.
The fight for the official son is also tense. As the saying goes, "the official son see chess power". The stars and dots of the small place, are all inch; fine and subtle, all in which.
The small chessboard is a big world.
The saints of chess are racking their brains and assessing the situation. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the third time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. Mr. Cripple couldn't reach the edge of the table and scurried away in a hurry, but he tripped over many thighs and fell down, showing the urgency of a starving man. The old mother of Mount Li is the most good at calculating, known ending, flat toothless mouth murmured: "win or lose half a son, all in the lower right corner of the robbery on the ......" heart anxious, the hands of a movement of fairy power, even the dragon's head crutch broken.
Sure enough, the official son collected all, began the lower right corner of the robbery. Such a cycle is called a robbery. The victory or defeat of the robbery depends on the robbing material in the hands of both sides.
Chaos's big dragons never die, so they become good robbing material, forcing people in the mosquito net to take one hand after another, until they are exhausted. The white pieces in the black formation are also causing a lot of disturbance, which makes the chaos can not stick to the robbery. The two people you mention the past, I mention back, this has been a headache.
The rooster will be crowing, the sky east a big star snow bright.
Chaos robbery material has been exhausted, mosquito nets in the people precisely more than one of him. The grandmasters stretched their necks together, hating to become a chess piece and jump into the chessboard. However, they were unable to find a single piece for Chaos. A good game was lost on this hijack. The table was filled with sighs of relief at the loss of half a piece.
Chaos was dumbfounded, and a tear rolled down his cheek.
The chess grandmasters turned to Chaos, their eyes sullen. Chaos, in his black coat and pants, looked like a black chess piece. The Ancestors reached out to designate Hun Chaos and solemnly said, "You go! You be the robbing material!"
Hun Chaos stood up. All of a sudden there was silence inside and outside the room, and the air froze. Chaos is a generous and magnificent. Pushing the golden mountain, pouring jade pillars, Chaos long kneeling on the ground.
"Strike, Chaos sheds!"
The man in the mosquito net sighed: "Ugh ......" A white arm slowly shrink back, and then not come out.
Chaos back pig's head out of the West Village, a few days do not return. The people of Xizhuang remembered the snow on New Year's Eve, and were anxious. The first time I saw him, he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night.
The people were shocked and searched for Hun Chaos. Teachers are anxious to lose their chess friends, ignoring the lung disease, in the cold, east and west.
These are the first time I've ever seen a game in which I've had a chance to play, and I've never had a chance to play.
An old man pointed out: "Why don't you go to the Valley of the Spirits to find it? It's a very busy place." So the people of Xizhuang and Guantun villages flocked to the Valley of Vertigo.
Vertigo Valley is filled with white fog. People to the fog closed, just like the gods rolled up the veil. The people raised their eyes and looked, shocked and saddened. Only to see the valley checkerboard flat land, densely covered with black stone. Chaos is kneeling in the lower right corner, people have long been frozen; head high towards the sky, not losing stubbornness and pride. A pig's head is resting under a tree, looking miserable.
Chaos died. A man from Xizhuang brought the pig's head and told the teacher that it was only because Hun Chaos had sent him the pig's head to celebrate the New Year that he froze here. The teacher hugged the pig's head, and was so touched by his friend's love that he let out a howl of grief.
Some people are surprised: behind the chaos is a hundred feet deep valley, the terrain is very dangerous, but why did he kneel to death here? The crowd made all sorts of speculation, discussion.
He turned around a few times in the black stone, and climbed to a high place, overlooking the valley. Looked at, do not feel out of breath exclaimed: "Huh -"
valley flat four sides like a chessboard, black stone white snow intervals such as chess, just into a game of chess.
Teachers pondered for a long time, and then guessed that before Hun Chaos froze to death, he moved the stones to get warm, and inadvertently set up this game of chess.
This is the game of chess!
This is a great game of chess!
This game is a great game of chess! The mountains are lofty, standing around the chessboard; the sky is pale, hanging down thick clouds; and there are eagles circling the mountain streams, long whistling mournful ......
The teachers of the government Tun body and mind vibration, stood in solemnity for a long time.
The crowd hiked around the teacher, see his unusual look are puzzled. They asked, "What are you looking at? Chaos do what?" The teacher replied, "Playing chess." "Who are you playing chess with in the wilderness?" The teacher was silent. For a long time, the heavy said a word: "Heaven!"
The vulgar shallow, chirping follow-up question: "win or lose?"
The teacher counted. Count to the lower right corner, see that the decision to win or lose the robbery. Chaos knelt down and acted as a black seed, which won the game! The teacher reveres the spirit of Chaos and is overwhelmed with passion. He clenched his hands into fists and raised them to the sky, shouting that the mountains and fields were shaken, and the forests and trees were creepy -
"Victory over the sky and half a son!"