My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 334 The Theory of Loose Cultivators
As the golden aurora lifted into the sky, another sunspot fell on the chessboard above the sky.

The white pieces on the chessboard have become trapped dragons, and there is no chance to raise their heads.

And Heizi's murderous intent, which seemed to overflow the sky, cut off Baizi's escape route.

So far, the outcome has been decided.

"Already disbanded?"

In the administrative hall, on the fourth floor, a B-level girl frowned slightly.

She doesn't know much about Go, but she knows that if the secret realm is cleared, something will happen.

Just like the eyes of the realm, its special spiritual power fluctuations and unique effects allow practitioners to basically judge it at the first sight.

The girl turned her head and looked at the hand-painted chessboard on the square table in the room. It was still soaked in blood, and it was as bright red as if it had just been splashed on it.

A chubby E-level cultivator next to him hesitated for a long time before quietly walking to the girl's side and explaining in a low voice: "Actually... In this case, the other party has already surrendered, because it is Impossible to win."

"No matter how unwilling it is, time is wasted, waiting to be ruled out by timeout."

"If you refuse to admit defeat, then you will fill in the chess until the last empty space on the board is filled, but this is a little bit impolite in terms of chess quality..."

Seeing that the leaders present still didn't understand, he shrank his neck again and explained: "It's like our chess, the general belongs to the general, but the opponent can still make another move until he kills your 'veteran', That’s the real victory in the rules.”

"But the current chess software often decides the outcome of the game when it is a 'lore', and our current situation is a lore, but we haven't completely killed the opponent's 'veteran'."

"Considering the background of Chess Master Secret Realm, I'm afraid we have to make the last move."

His timid words immediately made the faces of the leaders present turn a little pale.

Because this is a secret realm, not a modern Go game, and the referee will decide the outcome for you. The only way to force the chess master to make a move ahead of time is to use the spiritual power fluctuations when refining the formation.

Immediately, a man in the B(-) state said in a deep voice: "In the beginning, we all relied on Li Jiang's chess strategy strategy, and Li Jiang used this chess map for reference. Now that the chess disciple who drew the chess map is killed, then we What's the next step?"

The E-level cultivator hastily explained: "We are now a complete victory, and the next step...in fact, it doesn't matter."

"And on this hand-painted chessboard, you can see that the position of the initial camp and the position of the last move... were obviously drawn at the same time."

"So, I think the reason why the game has come to this point is because the outcome is a foregone conclusion, and there is no need for further deduction."

The B(-) cultivator gradually turned his head and stared at the chubby boy, "Every word we say and every decision we make now will have immeasurable consequences."

"So everything must have a clear basis and origin, not your 'take it for granted' brain supplements, and 'I think' predictions!"

The actual strategy of the secret realm must not be disclosed to the following, but now that the situation has changed, even if he has corresponding psychological preparations, it still makes his mood a little unstable.

"But we don't have the next step now, do we?" Another B(-) male cultivator persuaded, "What else can I do besides 'thinking'?"

The E-level cultivator gritted his teeth when he heard this, and walked towards the B(-) level leader who had just reprimanded him, cold sweat began to seep down.

Then, he actually... took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

Above, is a game of Go, the difficulty is the highest Grandmaster.

"The performance of my mobile phone is poor, but the computers in our camp can even create a spiritual power flow model, and the performance is absolutely sufficient, and the results I used to calculate the deduction are no different from the current results."

"After all, it is a foregone conclusion. No matter how we calculate it, we all have a 100% winning rate, and the number of bets has exceeded ten."

"However, there is indeed a reason why the chess moves of chess disciples are only drawn here."

After saying this, the chubby E-level cultivator walked directly to the blood-stained hand-painted chessboard, and then operated the mobile phone, and a blue holographic projection appeared above the chessboard.

Seeing the blue light reflected on the blood, those present felt a chill inexplicably.

The chubby cultivator also felt a little uncomfortable, but he still insisted: "Because the location of our camp was chosen for the environment, and the surroundings of this step are about to be surrounded by white chess pieces, which will cause the breathless 'grape'... Just to be eaten."

"No one knows what it's like in the world of white chess, but if nothing else, the environment will definitely be deteriorated."

"So, if the chess master really wants to fill in the chess...we must transfer the survivors in advance."

"Transfer survivors?" The B-level girl frowned.

"We... I simulated countless chess games. The camp almost had to be abandoned, otherwise we would have to use seven or eight moves to secure it. Even though the next-door skeleton realm has been conquered, other realms are still full of difficulties. .”

"However, if we abandon the camp and transfer the survivors to other realms, then we only need to use the remaining formation eyes and make random moves in the secret realm to clear the secret realm."

"After all, let White occupy the 11-7 camp, and then become a big dragon, it is still a trapped dragon, and the secret realm is still a dead end."

After the chubby boy said this, the leaders present fell into a brief hesitation. They didn't quite agree with this statement, because it contained too many inferences, and their decisions were too important, and the impact was definitely not just on the secret realm. There are [-] survivors and [-] practitioners.

There might even be a whole future of Reiki recovery.

However, no matter how cautious they are, time will not stop and wait for them to decide on a more suitable method.

"We do have enough boundary field eyes, but..." The B-level girl looked at the chubby boy, still hesitating between Liu brows, "How should those survivors be transferred, and where should they be transferred?"

Transferring a full [-] survivors is not something that can be done just by talking.

And because of the special situation of the survivors, if there were really other realms suitable for survivors, why would they have paid such a high price to forcibly lay down the 11-7 realms?

The chubby boy was about to speak when he suddenly realized something, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't say anything.

At this time, the male cultivator of the B(-) state looked at the chessboard, and after thinking for a while, he sighed softly: "12-9, the sword tomb realm, how about it?"

Several leaders present looked at each other, and then the girl walked directly in front of the chessboard, with a strong smell of blood wafting in front of her nose.

12-9 Jianzhong is indeed a special area, and it is the position of the leader of the white chess on the chessboard, and according to some things she knows, there is no particularly dangerous place in the 12-9 area. As the difficulty of the strategy increases, the concentration of its aura is getting higher and higher, which makes it harder and harder to pull out the Rusty Sword.

Even if the environment is not suitable for survivors, there is certainly no problem with a short stay.

"So……"

"If you don't stop, you will suffer from it. Before Bai's next move, if you still can't find the trace of the chess disciple, or find her body, then start the transfer work directly."

"Of course, if something unexpected happens, I believe everyone is prepared to sacrifice, right?"

This seemingly ordinary meeting did not have strict confidentiality, and naturally did not consider the safety of the leaders. After all, except for the chubby practitioner, the others were all B-level existences. It is true that leaders think too much about security issues.

And after they all left here, the chubby cultivator walked out trembling all over, and then ran madly towards a building in Division A, which looked like a weapon shop, but now it was gray and gray, even None of the doors were opened.

And the chubby boy ran into it directly, and then flew to the second floor.

He trusted his boss unconditionally, and he even gritted his teeth and agreed if he asked himself to skip a chicken leg for a meal.

But this matter is too important, involving a total of [-] survivors, so he really dare not tell the boss's proposal completely, and this is also the reason for his cold sweat just now.

Now, he is completely convinced, even superstitious. In the future, even if the boss asks himself to eat less than two chicken legs for a meal, he will listen to the boss!
Because, the transfer realm that the leaders decided was actually 12-9 Jianzhong! ! !

For cultivators with lower status, the situation in many realms is unclear, which is dangerous, which is safe, and even the name and characteristics of the realm are completely unknown.

However, his boss was really right in his prediction!

The chubby, even cute body rushed into the second floor, and then found that the place became more crowded, the room was full of all kinds of ordinary weapons, and his boss was dressed very professionally, like a A welder, wearing a mask and gloves, is earnestly welding an iron sword in front of him.

Everything is exaggerated, it turns out to be an industrial product.

"Boss, I have, according to what you said, the 12-9 realm is really confirmed!"

"The two catties of spirit stones that we threw... donated before, we can earn back every single penny!"

"What are you thinking about those spirit stones for?" The boy who was checking whether his sweater was splashed by sparks put down his goggles, "I'm going to give these away for free, don't make trouble."

"For nothing?!" The chubby face immediately fell down. Others may be joking, but my boss really wanted to get it out. Otherwise... how did the two catties of spirit stones be thrown away for nothing?
"I don't mind if we do some good deeds...but it's not too much for us to earn what we deserve?"

The chubby boy was full of tears. The iron in the house was dug and refined by himself in the mountains.

"Don't worry, the spirit stone is indispensable to you." The boy stood up after speaking, and walked to a printer next to him.

Speaking of which, why is there an old-fashioned printer here, like the inferior stuff in school that is full of ink and ghosting.

"Here, send these out for me." The boy who came back with his things handed over a booklet.

But the chubby cultivator took a look, and was immediately taken aback.

This small black-and-white booklet turned out to be a map of the 12-9 boundaries, which contained detailed geographical details and even contour lines. Some of the standard annotations were written on several pages.

However, when he turned to the end, he still noticed some details.

"This website, could it be..."

"Only by using the unique code on this brochure can I log in and register for the cultivator website I founded myself."

The chubby boy suddenly realized something, and immediately asked nervously: "Boss, are you crazy, are you going to fight against the black market?"

"Behind those forces are all backed by aristocratic families. It's okay for you to make troubles before... Now that you are openly grabbing jobs, I'm really afraid of accidents."

The boy's voice trembled a little. After all, if he let his father know that he was involved in these matters, he must be kicked.

"Really?" The boy smiled, "Then I'm looking forward to it."

The chubby boy shrank his neck again, not daring to speak anymore.

At this time, the boy reminded again: "Oh yes, I will give you 500 copies first, mainly for those survivors who show signs of cultivation."

"Cultivators are exempt, but it doesn't matter if they get it."

"Ah?" The boy couldn't understand, "Is there any point in giving it to them?"

"They are the most solid grassroots in the cultivation world in the future, and they are also a group called 'casual cultivators'. Perhaps the individual strength is relatively weak, but they gather together..."

"It's still weak," the chubby boy said earnestly, "Boss, in the future, the real realm of cultivation is very scary. We want to earn some cultivation resources, and we can indeed gather them through casual cultivation, so that quantitative changes can lead to qualitative changes."

"But if we really want to break into the future... we still have to find a way to get to know those talented people."

"If we provide these pamphlets to the camp officials, we can get a lot of benefits!"

Hearing this, the young man lazily yawned and said, "Loose cultivation is what we must strive for, and you will understand in the future, so now we must promote it in our own name... As for the so-called talent."

"I'm not bad either!"

(End of this chapter)