Chapter 27 Fu Xuan Qinghe: The chess game is doomed to fail. Jing Yuan laughed: Really doomed to fail?
Jingyuan's actions gave the answer.
Soon, Dugu Bo, Bibi Dong and Golden E stayed in the inner courtyard, staring at the Zhijiu fruit tree closely.
Fortunately, the growth rate of this fruit tree is incredible enough to be visible to the naked eye.
Otherwise, Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile’s mentality would probably change drastically.
Jing Yuan had also returned to the house, sat at the table, resting his chin on his hand, and fell into a light sleep.
The long-lost general with closed eyes is finally back.
Fu Xuan and [Xue Qinghe] also sat down and sat across from Jing Yuan's table.
The three of them seemed to be doing nothing, but in fact, the only one who was truly confused was [Xue Qinghe].
Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan both knew what would happen next, so they waited patiently.
Then, Fu Xuan was the first to break the silence: "General."
"how?"
"Since we are just waiting here, why not take out the chessboard that the Pope gave you and let the three of us study it carefully."
[Xue Qinghe] My eyes light up. This is a good idea.
She was also very curious about the woman's efforts in the papal cause.
After all, she must have her reasons for running the Spirit Hall so prosperously.
In fact, before Fu Xuan asked the question, Jing Yuan had already studied the game of [Douluo Chess] a little.
After research, it was discovered that this was more of a blueprint for war than a game board.
The size of this [Douluo Chess] board is very exaggerated, completely different from the ordinary pizza-sized chessboard.
Seeing Fu Qing's curious look, Jing Yuan no longer hid his feelings.
He took out the huge [Douluo Chess] plate and placed it in the house.
"Is something this big really worthy of being called a game chess piece?" [Xue Qinghe] couldn't help but ask a soul-searching question.
"This appearance is considered a mini version of the entire Douluo Continent, right?"
Jing Yuan smiled and said, "In the eyes of chess players, everything can be a chessboard."
"Can everything be a chessboard?" [Xue Qinghe] asked in surprise.
Fu Xuan nodded: "For example, in the Taibu Division, the general is the chess player. Look at the three Titled Douluo outside. Aren't they all squatting over the Zhijiu fruit tree under the general's command?"
[Xue Qinghe] nodded and understood a little.
"So, General, I have just figured it out. You have done some research on this game of chess. Would you like to introduce it to me?" Fu Xuan asked again.
Jing Yuan smiled and asked back: "Since Fu Qing is so good at divination, why didn't you interpret the content of the chessboard that I know when you were divination? Didn't I introduce the future when you predicted it?"
Fu Xuan: “.”
"As the general said, now is the time for the general's personal performance. I can't steal the show."
"Besides, the most important thing about divination is that I must see it myself. I can't leak every detail."
Jing Yuan stopped teasing her and gave a brief introduction to the game of [Douluo Chess].
The flags above are divided into three colors: red, blue and yellow. Red is the most common, even dense, almost filling the territories of the yellow and blue flags.
The red flag represents the step-by-step plan that Spirit Hall has been pursuing since its establishment.
The yellow one is Tiandou and the blue one is Xingluo.
It can be seen that in the Tiandou royal family, there is a large yellow flag like a base camp, but next to it, there is a red flag.
This represents Qian Renxue who is lurking in Tiandou.
That is the [Xue Qinghe] in front of him. After listening to Jing Yuan's superficial interpretation of [Douluo Chess], [Xue Qinghe] himself took a breath of cold air.
This chessboard is so intuitive, it marks out almost all the things and people that the Spirit Hall has infiltrated into the two empires.
The two empires seemed to have countless dependent principalities and were still in a very glorious era.
But in fact, after many years of planning by the Spirit Hall, the empire was already riddled with holes, and it seemed that only the last link was missing for the Spirit Hall to close the net.
Fu Xuan calculated with his fingers and asked Jing Yuan, "General, if you were to be the chess player and become the Pope's opponent, and neither side relied on the personal ability of the Son of Destiny, would there be a chance to win this game?"
Hearing this question, [Xue Qinghe] shook his head subconsciously.
Even if General Jing Yuan were to take over the mess of the two empires, the chances of a turnaround would be extremely slim.
From the chessboard perspective, the central locations of the two empires have been more or less occupied by the power of the Spirit Hall.
Even if the profession of soul master disappeared from the world and both sides completely adopted cold weapons to fight, the balance of victory would still tilt towards the Spirit Hall, and it would be tilted by a huge margin.
How to translate?
How do I translate this?
[Xue Qinghe] shook his head heavily again.
What's more, Douluo Continent is Douluo Continent, and the war between soul masters is always more critical than that between mortals.
Thinking of this, [Xue Qinghe] couldn't help but glance at Jing Yuan and interpret the general's micro-expressions.
"what?"
Beneath the disguised skin, Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes widened slightly.
Why does he have this expression? He doesn't look distressed or thoughtful at all, and doesn't look like he's at a loss at all?
On the contrary, it is very relaxing.
Is there any solution to this deadlock?
No, I'm probably overthinking it, [Xue Qinghe] shook his head.
Rather than saying that the general was relaxed, it would be more appropriate to say that he was sleepy again.
"I think that even if the Spirit Hall and the spirit masters of the two empires are completely equal in strength and the war ends in mortal mode, the Spirit Hall will still win."
"Moreover, to make such an assumption is tantamount to deceiving oneself."
[Xue Qinghe] shook his head, certain of his opinion.
"[Qinghe] also has an opinion? You might as well continue speaking." Fu Xuan said.
Fu Xuan didn't calculate, but asked.
It’s not that Fu Xuan couldn’t continue to calculate, but that she asked this question.
[Xue Qinghe] has the desire to express himself, otherwise, when [Xue Qinghe] is with her, he will have no sense of expectation and everything will be seen through.
[Xue Qinghe] understood Master’s good intentions and was deeply moved.
Therefore, he would not tease Fu Xuan like Jing Yuan did, and specifically ask at this critical moment: "Fu Xuan, aren't you very good at fortune-telling? Why don't you continue to calculate?"
As expected, General Dou Menzi spoke up like a bad guy again: "It seems that Fu Qing is very curious about [Qinghe's] personal opinion."
Fu Xuan remained calm: "Yes, I am curious, and I believe the general is curious too."
Jing Yuan smiled. Oh? Fu Qing wasn't angry. Then he stopped teasing her.
Then he turned to [Xue Qinghe] and said, "It's okay [Qinghe], just speak up if you have any opinions. For example, if we take into account the strength of the spirit masters on both sides, how slim will the chances of the two empires winning be?"
The odds are against you
When seeing Jingyuan’s smile, [Xue Qinghe] always felt something was weird.
It was as if there was a vague divine thought guiding her, saying: If Jing Yuan were to play chess, the chances of winning would not be so slim.
This aroused Xue Qinghe's curiosity even more, and he was determined to tell her about the disparity in power between the two sides.
(End of this chapter)