Go: 50-50 split between me and AI

Chapter 1 1. Ying Jie
"White's chess is almost upside down,"

"18 consecutive victories."

"Old Yu, the old man, was beaten to the point of making his fourth son, so he can't do it in the early stage of his career."

"It's hard to say, Lao Yu's calculation power in the middle game has dropped significantly, and he can't see the life and death of some parts. If it is me, I will definitely win with the fourth son."

In the chess hall, a group of people gathered around a chess table, watching the young and old people who were playing chess, whispering in low voices.

The voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing the chess players.

"I lost."

The old man counted the numbers on the chessboard again, took out two chess pieces from his chess pot and put them on the chessboard, signaling that he had surrendered.

Seeing the old man's movements, Ying Jie also bowed back: "I have accepted."

Hearing this, the old man shook his head: "No, the loser is convinced, and the gap between the four players will catch up in a hundred hands, the gap is too big.

Let's not talk about this, Mr. Xiaoying, let's reset the disk, let's study what's wrong? "

"Actually, there is no big problem in the overall situation. If there is a real problem, this is the one.

The typical "Yellow Oriole Flicking Butterfly" chess pattern is essentially just a local life-and-death problem. Although it is a bit complicated, you should not make this kind of mistake at your level. "

Looking at the problem pointed out, the old man touched his bald head in embarrassment: "I am old, I can't figure it out."

"Teacher Ying, don't give him face. To put it bluntly, he collapsed at the beginning. He still caught up with more than 100 moves. If it weren't for the little teacher Ying in the upper left corner to let him go, the [-]-hand shot would be about the same."

"Old Wang, are you embarrassed to say me? I forgot how you were killed yesterday.

It's okay to be honest and close, but I still have to start a robbery with Teacher Xiaoying, and I lost thirty or forty eyes in the end. "

"I'm holding a learning mentality. What's the difference between losing ten eyes and thirty? The important thing is to learn! Unlike you, you can't find a place to fight at all, and you won't be nutritious if you win.

Look at your piece, as long as you are willing to break it, you may not be able to kill the white chess against you, no matter how bad it is, you can live both lives, and you will be discouraged in the end. "

"Fart, this part is worthless at all, do you understand what it means to be the first to be abandoned!"

"Abandon all the dragons, right?"

"Hahahahaha!"

A few elderly people around Ying Jie pointed their hands on the chessboard, saying that they should play this or this, and at the same time made fun of the opponent's bad play, and the shop was full of various cheerful atmospheres.

But Ying Jie closed his eyes listening to the noisy voices around him, and didn't care about the discussions around him. This game of chess didn't have any value for him to replay.

The only value is...

"Win this game and get 5 points for Excellent Art."

"One more game should be enough. In the evening, we can draw three points with Jueyi in the next game, and then we can resume the game."

Looking at the points in his system, Ying Jie nodded silently, then raised his head and asked the people around him: "Let's play another round, who can give me some advice?"

"Let me do it."

Ying Jie raised his head and glanced at the old man who was talking. He felt a bit unfamiliar, and he probably hadn't encountered it in a month of playing chess here.

"Old Qi?"

"Aren't you in the imperial capital? When will you come back?"

"Old Qi, you haven't cashed in on that Yunzi who lost the bet last time."

The old man didn't care about the pleasantries of old friends around him, he opened his chair and sat opposite Ying Jie: "My name is Qi Zhenxi, and I'm the owner of this store."

"Hello."

Ying Jie nodded when he heard this. It turned out that he was the owner of the shop, no wonder everyone around him knew him.

"I heard from the front desk that you played chess here and won more than a dozen games in a row?"

"Counting the game just now, 18 games."

Before Ying Jie could speak, the old man next to him began to introduce each other sentence by sentence.

"Teacher Xiao Ying came over a month ago. He played with us first. He has been fighting with the fourth son until now. He has never lost."

Let the fourth son?
Qi Zhenxi frowned when he heard this, he knew several old friends here, and several of them were strong players in the fifth-dan amateur.

Even if you are old now and your computing power has declined, you may not be able to move four children in the beginning of an ordinary career.

It should be a young boy, and he is not ordinary.

Thinking of this, Qi Zhenxi couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment. The person in his chess hall called and said that a young genius had come, and his accent should be from this city. He also wanted to have the opportunity to train local Go players.

Maybe it should have been cut off by now, and it is estimated that it has been cultivated for a lot of time.

After all, from the point of view of normal people, amateur [-]th Duan may still be able to learn by themselves with time.

But the road from amateur five stages to career can only be followed in the ashrams of big cities like the imperial capital Hangzhou.

If someone can become a professional through self-study, then he is no longer a genius, but only in novels and TV dramas.

"Which dojo are you from?"

"Nie...ah, I haven't been to the dojo here to study yet."

"Haven't been to the dojo?"

Qi Zhenxi couldn't believe it when he heard this. There were no senior chess players above ye five to teach, teach, and play repeatedly at the same level. It was as difficult as heaven to improve.

"There is a teacher to teach."

Well, Master Fine Arts.

"How long have you been studying?"

"If you add it up, it should be six years."

Ying Jie estimated the time he spent learning chess in his previous life, and it was about this time.

"Okay, guess first."

Although Qi Zhenxi was a little puzzled by Yingjie's words, he still wanted to learn more about him through Go.

Go, also known as "hand talk", the two sides communicate with each other using moves as a language, and each move conveys information.

Due to different personalities and various reasons, everyone's chess style is also different. Even in the later Ai era, every chess player's chess style will continue to move closer to AI, but they will still retain their own unique style, except for a certain player. completely changed.

Qi Zhenxi grabbed a handful of chess pieces from the jar and held them in his hand, and Ying Jie also took a chess piece from his own jar and placed it on the chessboard.

Go is divided into two pieces, black and white, black first and white second. In normal games, guess first.

That is to say, the side with the upper hand or the higher rank takes a piece from a pile of white pieces and puts them on the board, and then the other side guesses.

And the other side takes out one or two pieces from the black pieces, which means you guess the number of pieces caught by the other side is odd or even.

If Black guesses correctly, then he will hold black and go first.

If you guess wrong, take white.

Because black has the first-mover advantage, so under the current Go rules, white has close compensation.

Tiemu means that the one who goes first must give up to the one who goes behind, and has a certain advantage. The Chinese rule is that the black chess sticks to seven and a half, while the Japanese and Korean rules are to stick to six and a half.

And the meaning of making pieces is more clear, that is, the side with high chess skills lets the side with low skill put a few pieces on the Go board first.

Letting one hand in advance can be simply understood as ten eyes, and two hands is equivalent to making yourself more than 20 eyes. Generally, it is the way of first-hand to second-hand, and the gap between levels is offset by handing over.

Qi Zhenxi put the chess pieces in his hand on the chessboard, and counted them simply.

Ying Jie guessed right, and he went ahead with the black one.

(End of this chapter)