The heart of the dragon kingdom.

The heart of Kyoto.

Inside the red palace walls.

An old man is splashing ink.

An old man with an older face stood silently behind him, watching his strokes draw, silent.

The black ink is slowly rendered on the white rice paper, giving people a strong visual contrast.

It's not italics, it's not calligraphy, it's not Wei style, it's not the small seal that everyone loves in calligraphy, the old man seems to be just writing at will, but a unique momentum is diffused from the font that gradually emerges.

"Martyrdom forgets oneself, sacrifices one's life for righteousness. Rather just kill, not reluctantly. ”

Black and white.

Black and white!

The old man lifted the pen, stood up straight, looked at his work, and said with a hearty smile: "He Lao, I heard that there are calligraphy masters now, and their characters can be sold at auction for a high price, do you think my words, if you take them out, how much can they be worth?"

The old man behind him responded with four simple words.

"Priceless. ”

The old man in the orthodox tunic smiled even more richly, then put down the brush, turned to look at the old man behind him, shook his head and smiled.

"Old He, when did you learn from people outside so much like to say things against your will. I have a few pounds and a tael, and I don't know it myself. So, only when there is no one, I dare to scratch it, just for fear of making people laugh. ”

The old man sighed with emotion, and then, like a failed work, rolled up a painting that had just been written in ink before it dried, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can on the side.

From beginning to end, the old shadow behind him was witnessed with his own eyes, but he did not move, did not express his opinion, and did not stop it.

After throwing the word that would have created the highest price ever in history if it had been put up for auction, the old man, who had been working here for almost six years, walked to the chessboard.

"Old He, let's play a game of chess. ”

The old man named He Lao finally had a move, not as stiff and slow as the ordinary old man in the armor, and soon walked to the chessboard.

It's a chess deck.

And it is not made of precious materials, whether it is a chessboard or a chess piece, it is very ordinary.

The two old men sat down on Chu River Han Street.

"Old He, it's rare to muster up the courage to play a game of chess with you, you have to let me do it, at least don't let me lose too ugly. ”

The old man in the tunic smiled and spoke, and before he could settle down, he seemed to feel that the probability of victory was slim, as if he didn't know that cowardice before fighting had always been a taboo for soldiers.

'He Lao' also smiled faintly, bowed his head, and responded very unkindly: "The chess game is like a battle game, and there is no ruthlessness at all." ”

After being rejected, the old man was not angry, but laughed, and even rolled his sleeves very imposingly.

"He Lao, since I dare to invite you to play this game of chess, I am really not sure, you have to be careful, don't let me, if you lose at that time, it will not look good. ”

Regarding the provocation, He Lao was silent and did not choose to fight back, but only raised his head after the chess array was set up, and said very politely.

"Please. ”

Perhaps knowing the gap in the hard power of chess, the old man in the tunic is not polite, he is over the age of sixties, but when he moves chess, he actually creates a general demeanor that swallows thousands of miles.

"Smack. ”

Wooden pieces fall heavily on the board.

Beware of shelling!

He Lao jumped off and dealt with it calmly.

In the rumors, the unequaled national player can take one step and see ten steps away, but the old man in the tunic obviously does not have such a terrifying powerful chess power, although the momentum is sufficient, but after all, he can't cover up the mediocrity of the chess power, and from time to time he will take some faint chess, and then react after falling, and soon show a look of chagrin, but he is better than having a rare and valuable quality, even if the most important chess pieces are sent to the opponent's mouth in vain, he will not mess around with the intention of regretting the chess.

Regardless of whether the level of chess power is half a catty, his chess style is undoubtedly much stronger than Shen Yanni's father.

Since there is a word in advance, 'He Lao' is indeed not polite, as long as the other party sends his son over, he will smile calmly, without any softness, only a few minutes, let the other party lose half of the country.

"Old He, you're too serious, aren't you......"

Seeing that more than half of his soldiers and horses were lost, the old man in the tunic grinned a little painfully, but he still had no intention of pleading, he was very individual, pinching the lone horse, staring at the chessboard, he began to be a little uncertain, and his thinking time obviously began to lengthen.

'He Lao' didn't seem to see his delaying strategy, and he didn't urge out loud, taking a full view of the chessboard where the overall situation had been decided, and waiting quietly.

"Smack. ”

After thinking about it for nearly two minutes, he stepped on the sun alone, crossed the middle realm, and still moved forward.

He Lao ignored the single horse that was not a threat, calmly laid out, and fell silently.

strangled to the middle game, because of the deliberate delay of the old man in the tunic suit, the chess game that should have ended long ago began to lengthen, but this kind of palliative approach could not change the final outcome at all, but only made the victory and defeat come a little later.

"Smack. ”

Another cannon was ruthlessly knocked out, and the old man in the tunic seemed to be more silent than dead, turning a blind eye, insisting on going his own way, and continuing to leap forward.

Twin elephants, Zuo Shi, the chess pieces of the arch guard veterans were swallowed one after another, facing the opponent's double cannons, in desperation, the old man in the tunic could only move the veteran aside, and there was nothing in front of him that could block the chess pieces.

He Lao was not shocked, his expression was calm, even if he won steadily, he did not show his face, step by step, dispatched troops and horses, and perfected the net of heaven and earth.

"Old He, it's not too much to kill, are you planning to eat up all my chess pieces, so that I only have only one bare-pole commander left?"

The old man in the tunic pretended not to be slow, and at the same time, the car crossed the Chu River and abandoned his own old general.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be planning to give up, He Lao smiled faintly: "It's still too late to admit defeat at this time." ”

"Throw in the towel?"

The old man in the tunics looked at the veteran who was encircled, and did not sigh in desperation, but smiled proudly.

"He Lao, who will lose and who will win, it is still unknown. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he lifted the lone horse that was deep and landed heavily in the hinterland of the other party.

"General. ”

He Lao's eyelids lifted slightly, and he just wanted to deal with it, but he looked down at the chessboard, and his eyes changed slightly.

"He Lao, I agreed. ”

The bicycle is reflected from the side.

The exposed veteran has also become one of the deadly obstacles.

It seems that the strong side is in a situation where there is no way out.

He Lao raised his head and stopped talking.

The old man in the tunic, who had developed a tacit understanding with him for many years, understood it and seemed to know what he was going to say, so he smiled and spoke.

"He Lao, let's have a word first, start with a set, and have no regrets. ”

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PS: Some people accuse me of hydrology, write nonsense, I feel the need to say something.

I always believe that a good and a classic is not just a writing about a person's love and hatred, but depicting all kinds of beings.

The protagonist is important, but the supporting characters should also have their own soul.

I don't think what I've written is a classic, but I want to be on par with it.

People should always have dreams, after all, in case ...... Did it happen?