"The number of all things, starting from one, is one in three hundred and sixty.

One, the lord of the number of births, according to its extreme, also moves in all directions. Three hundred and sixty, like the number of the heavens of the week, divided into four, like four hours, each corner ninety roads, like its sun, outer seven two roads, like its waiting, dry chess three hundred and sixty, white and black half, with the law of yin and yang.

The line of the bureau is called the slash, and the line is called the line. The game is square and quiet, and the chess is round and moving. From ancient times to the present, there is no one who plays the same game, saying: 'Every day is new.' Therefore, it is advisable to be thoughtful and thoughtful, so as to seek the reason for its victory or defeat, and then to the extent that it has not yet come. ”

This is the early morning of the day, the early sun rises, the glow is ten thousand rays, the light and mist are thick, the whole wilderness is quiet and peaceful, in the square of the rain village, there is a sound like a recitation, the sound is very frequent, as if it contains the Tao and the truth, let people stop.

This is a middle-aged man, gentle and elegant, with a unique temperament, like a scholar, reading poetry and books, he sits at a stone table, tea is boiling on the table, the fragrance is long, in such an early morning, peaceful and peaceful.

Behind him, there is a willow tree, the willow tree is vigorous and extremely prosperous, and many willow leaves grow on it, and if you are careful, you will find that these leaves are carved with a lot of lines, mysterious and mysterious.

Like the avenue.

And these willow leaves, if you really count them, you will find that they are 3,000 pieces, which coincide with the number of 3,000 on the avenue, and the green light ripples, and the glow is shining, which sets off this willow tree extremely sacred and extraordinary.

"Whatever is good and loses, and what is bad is beneficial. There are those who invade and benefit, and there are those who invade and harm. There are those who should vote on the left, and there are those who should vote on the right. There are authors who come before and there are authors who come after. There are those who are tight, and there are those who are slow. Don't go before the sticky, and think after the abandonment. There are those who start near and end far, and there are those who start less and end more.

If you want to be strong, you will attack the inside, and if you want to be real, you will attack the west first. If the road is empty and there are no eyes, then look first. If it is harmless to others, it will be robbed. If you spare the road, you should sparse it, and if you receive the road, you should not fight. Choose the place and invade, and advance without hindrance. This is all the subtlety of chess players, and you must know it. ”

"There are nine products of Go: one is to enter the gods, two is to sit down, three is concrete, four is quiet, five is wisdom, six is small, seven is fighting power, eight is foolishness, and nine is clumsy. Beyond the nine products, it is incalculable, it fails to qualify, and it is not repeated. ”

The middle-aged man put down the ancient book in his hand, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.

That time Qin Xuan's preaching of the "Tao" is still clearly presented in his memory, so that when he often reminisces, he has gained and gained a faint understanding, thus further improving the level of life.

"It's been ten years!"

The middle-aged man sighed, time is long, the years are eternal, unconsciously, the annual ring of life has gone through ten circles, everything is as before, but people have grown up, and the realm is not the same.

"Clumsy, foolish, fighting, small, wise, quiet, concrete, sitting, and divine. ”

The middle-aged man retracted his gaze, put his mind on the ancient book in his hand, and the cover was reflected in the five big characters of "Thirteen Chapters of the Book of Chess", vicissitudes and simplicity, and he had a long sigh.

"Qin Xuan's little friend is amazing, this "Thirteen Chapters of the Book of Chess" hides the Tao and principle of heaven and earth, the knowledge of world affairs, and the complexity of people's hearts, one of them is great luck, and now Qin Xuan's little friend has sent it all to me, and life is fortunate to be like this, it is enough!"

The middle-aged man laughed, rubbing the ancient book in his hand like a treasure, like this moment, he would come here several times a day, it had been ten years, and the ancient book was becoming more and more vicissitudes and ancient.

"Liu Daoyou, it's been ten years, it's been ten years since you heard the Tao and nirvana again, why haven't you woken up yet, if you wake up, let's have a big battle on Go, isn't it a happy thing in life!"

The middle-aged man felt nostalgic, he took a sip of tea gently, his smile became brighter, and at this moment, the branches and leaves on the willow tree also shook gently, and they became more and more green.

At this time, the beautiful woman walked over, lotus steps, light steps, the annual rings did not leave any traces on her body, more and more beautiful, and next to her, is a teenager, seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a white dress, handsome, introverted temperament, looking very ordinary and ordinary.

But the moment he saw this young man, the middle-aged man's eyes froze slightly, and then he smiled and stood up.

"Qin Xuan Xiaoyou, you're here, how about killing another game today?"

This young man is none other than Qin Xuan.

He followed the beautiful woman over, looked at the middle-aged man and the willow tree in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He didn't know how Shizun and Dao Ancestor were doing now, why they hadn't "summoned" themselves back yet, you must know that this place is a real world, it is reckless, not illusory.

If it is illusory, then he will not be amazed if he has lived for thousands of years, but here, it is real, he has lived from being seven or eight years old when he came to life, just like he is in this life on earth at this moment.

And after ten years, he gradually discovered that this time it was not a wisp of thought that came here, but his true body, but when he came, his cultivation, everything he had, was sealed by Dao Ancestor and Shizun.

Here, he had a different childhood, another different life, and lived for ten years.

And in the past ten years, it has been like Nirvana, washing away the lead, seeing through the red dust, everything has returned to the basics, and Qin Xuan has become more and more light and ethereal.

Just as he has two lives, one on earth and one in the wilderness, there are familiar people and things in both places, and everything he cherishes and cares about, he ...... There are also two homes, one on earth and one in the wilderness.

Here in the rain village.

Ten years have passed, things are prosperous, Yucun is more magnificent and magnificent, some of the previous friends, also grew up, some even married, married a daughter-in-law, have a baby, here, like home.

Qin Xuan felt nostalgic, sighed empty, reminiscing about the past of the years, every grass and tree, every sand and stone, it was so special and so cherished.

Now that he is in the realm of cultivation, he is becoming more and more ethereal, even he doesn't know what kind of realm he has reached, and his realm has improved, but his strength is still at the beginning of the second step, and there has not been any improvement.

It seems that here, he can only reach this kind of cultivation.

He also had a guess that it might be that Shizun and Daozu had some kind of purpose, which limited the improvement of his cultivation, and he was arrogant about the improvement of his realm, so he continued to move forward in the realm, and the whole person looked more and more light and ethereal.

After living here for ten years, he also went to explore the Great Wilderness and wanted to see what the outside world was like, but after walking thousands of miles, a misty mist appeared there, covering everything, and the mist turned into a circle, making the world here a pure land.

Is that...... Seal.

He can't be broken.

Therefore, he has lived in this Pure Land for ten years, ten years of life, he has walked through every place in this Pure Land, seen all the mountains and rivers, and left his figure everywhere, and when he walked by, there was always such a figure, silently accompanying him.

She is Yuxin.

The little girl in the past, after ten years, has also grown into a beautiful girl, dressed in white fluttering, ethereal and dusty, like a fairy who came to the world, and like a fairy in the Guanghan Palace, it seems that she will ride the wind at any time.

In the past ten years, Qin Xuan has also passed on all the medical skills, whether they are learned by himself or seen from Shizun, to her, so that she has also become a little divine doctor in Yucun, and has also inherited the identity of the old patriarch pharmacist.

Ten years is too short for other monks, but for Qin Xuan, every minute and every second, there are people and things that make him worth cherishing and remembering, here, he is a family and has relatives.

There was a wind blowing, blowing the three thousand "Dao" leaves on the willow tree, and there was a crisp sound, the sound was like music, and like a stream flowing on the bluestone, ding ding dong, washing the soul and intoxicating life.

Qin Xuan woke up, time was just a moment, but in an instant, it was as if he had gone through the bits and pieces of the past ten years, he was here, with a bond, Yucun, like home, and someone to cherish.

But in the end, he still has to leave here and enter the other side of the starry sky, where is the earth, is his home, and when he comes here again, he doesn't know when it will be, at that time, what kind of situation it will be, whether it will be a matter of things and people, leaving an eternal desolation and lamentation.

The prosperity is gone, the red face is no more, and the old friends are turned into a piece of loess, how desolate and sad it will be.

Ten years have passed, ten years of life, ten years of stories, ten years of memories, ten years of cherishing, at this moment, let Qin Xuan let go of his heart in that "Dao" sound, he will not let go of all this.

He is here, preaching the "Tao", so that everyone has learned to cultivate, and his strength is improving, so when he leaves and comes back, the time may be far away, but everything here may just be the turn of the years, and people and things will not change.

A memory of such a moment.

"Dao Ancestor and Master?"

Qin Xuan muttered in his heart, he didn't believe that the two of them would come here for no reason, there must be a hidden purpose, not just to let themselves "preach", maybe here, is their own heritage.

When he came, he was alone, and here was a village, and when he came again, he was no longer alone, and here, perhaps, there would not be a village again.

Because this place is developing, everyone is cultivating, and their strength is improving, one person can block thousands of armies and horses, shaking the past and the present, and everyone is walking on the road of enlightenment, no matter how the years change, those people, still those people, those things, and those things.

Qin Xuan raised his head and looked at the three thousand "Dao" leaves on the willow tree, which made a tinkling "Dao" sound in the wind, flowing in his heart, turning into ten years of perseverance and calmness.

Nothing will change.