Wedge 2: Wanghu downstairs is like the sky[1]

The sky is as blue as a jewel, rippling with water-like ripples, and a little wave. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the Linjiang Zhu, a hexagonal high pavilion towers, if the wings of the sky hang, overlooking the world.

The man in white stood by the window at the top of the pavilion with his hands behind his back, looking at the face of the distant river, without saying a word. Behind him was a wooden table, slightly emitting the scent of rosewood.

On the table is a greenstone slab, on which are drawn 19 vertical and horizontal orderly chess lines, and there are circles on the line, which are concave and convex, as if someone had smashed them with a sledgehammer and iron nails. At first glance, this stone face is actually a treasure.

On the wooden chair on the left side of the table sat a middle-aged man, with an elegant appearance and a strong expression, with a long beard in his hand and a folding fan in his left hand.

There are a few small sails sailing on the river, as if they have returned from fishing, and they seem to have just gone out to sea. The waves lapped against the shore through the hazy sea mist, and there were no trees around, only the rocks and sharp corners. This attic stands prominently and abruptly in this small land of Jiangzhu, and when I raised my head, I saw a big book on the plaque: "Yiqi Pavilion".

The waves carried the unique smell of the sea breeze into the attic, and the middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "There was a scenery here, but now there is only this uneven rock. The man in white nodded, and pulled the blue flute in his left hand into his right sleeve.

The middle-aged man sighed to himself: "This chess game was left by the former national player who vomited blood, telling the injustice of the world." Although Brother Chong's chess skills are unparalleled, hehe, he may not be able to break this game. ”

The man in white snorted coldly and turned his head. I saw that his phoenix eyes were like stars, pointing directly at the other party, as cold as ice. I don't know if these two people are friends or foes, only the sound of the waves is still the same.

The middle-aged man stopped talking and looked at the sea. The man in white suddenly made a move, and the jade flute in his right hand pointed at the stone surface, the rock seemed to be very hard, but under his slight touch, it was immediately sunken a little, the size of the mouth of the flute. The middle-aged man wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "Okay!" He thought for a moment, and then circled the handle of the fan to the stone face, and responded to it. The man in white is amazing with his flute, but this middle-aged man can carve rocks with a folding fan, and his skills are not far behind.

The two lost a few more pieces, and the situation on the chess board became more and more anxious, as if they could see thousands of troops and horses, shouting and fighting.

This time, it was the turn of the middle-aged man to think hard.

Seeing that he had been thinking for a long time, the man in white was not in a hurry, put his hands behind his waist, and slowly paced on the six sides of the high pavilion.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man said: "Your steps are interlocking, aiming to criticize the hypocrisy, although you are alone, but you are going straight to the Yellow Dragon...... Sun Tzu Youyun: 'Put it in the place of death and then live, and put it in the place of death and then survive.' It is a last resort. I thought it would ...... Alas, I can't imagine that after many years, your chess skills have gone to the next level. ”

The man in white was expressionless, neither happy nor angry, and replied lightly: "Let's see how you deal with it." If you withdraw the soldiers and horses from the west and let me fight to the death, then the number of victories and defeats is still unknown. The middle-aged man spread his hands and smiled: "No need, you win this game." ”

The middle-aged man reached into his arms and pulled out a yellowed fragment. The man in white said suspiciously: "Don't compare?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I can't reason with you, I can't win you in a fight, I can't beat you in chess, what else can I compare?" The man in white said coldly: "Then bring it." His right hand suddenly stretched out, and a strong wind swept up, and there was an extra thing in his hand. The thing is the fragment, but the martial arts are the legendary remote objects.

The man in white turned around to leave, "Wait!" The middle-aged man said, "Brother stay!"

The man in white didn't look back, and said coldly, "What else do you have to say?" ”

"The evil demon moves the world, and the holy Buddha is irrepressible. Now that the lotus pond is here, and the clouds are going west, who in the world can stop you?" the middle-aged man sighed again: "This earthly world is unbearable, why do you want to enter the world again and set off a bloody storm?"

The man in white was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Old man Gongsun, you are the head of the world's wisdom sect in vain, and I have known me for many years...... you should know that my virtue will be repaid, and the grievances of the eyes will be repaid...... Not in me, but on this day. ”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and pointed his fingertips from the water to the sky.

The sky was blue, like a bend in the lake.

[1] From Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty "The Drunken Book of Wanghulou on June 27", the full poem is as follows:

"The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat. The wind blows and blows away, and the water under the lake is like the sky. ”

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