C135 (2/2)

”Actually, chess is purer and cleaner than life. In this moment here, we are the end. ”

”What can you tell me?”

Xiluo, I really do not know, for the Go itself is only inferior to Shulo.

”I remember that the master who taught me Go once said that a poet knows everything. It should be like flying in the snow and stepping in the mud. There were finger claws left on the mud, Hong Fei was trying to trick you. ”

The teacher surnamed Nie was an internationally renowned expert of the 9th Department.

”What do you mean?”

As for the ancient Chinese poems, Hiro had occasionally come to know them under Shu Luo's tutelage, but the general idea had to be pointed out in depth.

Mu Mu Mu looked out the window at the clear blue sky. A few white pigeons were flying across the pure white clouds. The sky seemed high and distant, vast and boundless.

”At the time, I didn't quite understand either. I think the gist of it is that the player's will should be like a flying hoon. He will not miss the claw he left in the mud. His only pleasure is to be free. ”Flying from a place of freedom …”

”Be as free as a bird. Flying from a place of freedom? If that is the happiness of a bird, then I think that if I can be by the side of the person I like in this life, it is the happiest and most willing thing I can do. ”

Maybe she knows a little about the poem.