It was already late when he went home after putting on the lights, and Qiu Ci asked people to arrange a side room for the old man, so that he could freshen up and sleep with peace of mind.

The next day she couldn't get up to go to the peach forest, after all, it was the second half of the night when she came home last night, and she slept until dawn.

There was a faint commotion outside.

Qiu Ci frowned slightly, "What's going on outside?" She asked Huanxi.

Huanxi was helping her comb her hair, and when she heard this, she said, "It was the old man last night, he went to play chess with Song Gongzi early in the morning, but he lost many times, he was not convinced, so he kept playing with Song Gongzi, and then he won, but he said that Song Gongzi let him do it, and he would continue to play." ”

Autumn words are dumb.

Song Yu brought back a living treasure last night, which annoyed him now.

But at the same time, she also figured out that Song Yu had a high level of chess attainment.

The old man is obsessed with chess, and must have spent his whole life studying chess, Song Yu can not only solve the endgame, but also win him so many times in a row, which shows the high level of his chess skills.

Qiu Ci remembered that last night, she wanted the color head of a thousand taels of silver, and she couldn't help but feel a little hot in her ears.

She's got an axe at the class gate.

After Qiu Ci finished grooming, she simply drank a bowl of millet porridge, and Song Yu sent someone to find her.

She hurriedly put on a moon-white cloak and walked out of the courtyard.

Song Yu and the old man were chatting enthusiastically.

There was a long case in the courtyard, they stood side by side at the table, the old man was in good spirits, Song Yu didn't know what he said, he was laughing, his white beard trembled.

Seeing Qiu Ci coming in, he greeted her with a smile, his voice was loud and full of energy.

"Girl, you come, you come." He beckoned to Qiu Ci, "You come to comment on how well I write this word." ”

When they got closer, Qiu Ci realized that they were not playing chess when they were standing together, but writing.

Two snow-white sheets of paper. There is a word "chess" written on it.

The old man's handwriting is excellent, the pen is full of ink, vigorous and powerful, and the gesture is strong and free. Unrestrained, there is a faint state of emptiness and freedom.

"Good." Qiu Ji laughed.

The old man is free and easy after seeing through the heat and coldness of the world and seeing all kinds of big ups and downs.

On the other hand, Song Yu, although his handwriting is also very good, iron painting silver hooks. Sharp, but less ethereal and free, more wild and domineering.

But it also suits him.

The old man asked with interest, "What's a good way?" ”

He was testing the autumn words, wondering if she really understood or if she was talking nonsense.

Before Qiu Ci crossed over, he was trapped in a villa, and he trained in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting day and night, although his attainments cannot be said to be very profound, but at least. She knows how to appreciate.

"If I had to name a good thing, I could only describe it in two verses." Qiu Zi said with a smile.

She is calm and gentle, and compared with her peers, she seems exceptionally stable and quiet.

The old man couldn't wait, "What kind of poem?" You also write an old man and I'll take a look. ”

Qiu Ci walked to the bookcase, spread out a piece of paper, and wrote two lines of poetry with a pen and ink.

"Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.

Go and stay unintentionally, looking at the sky and clouds. ”

The words of Qiu Ci are not particularly good, they can only be called beautiful and neat. But the two poems she wrote really amazed the old man.

At such a young age, it is really rare to be able to realize such a realm.

The old man can still say that he has seen the vicissitudes of life. That's why she has such a state of mind, but she, a young girl, can also see it, and she can express it so clearly and clearly in these two poems, which is amazing.

The old man stroked his long beard and kept complimenting, "Good, good! This poem is good. That's great! He praised three good things in a row, and was a little puzzled, "Your poem is good, but your words are ...... Didn't your master teach you to write? ”

Qiu Ci lied to him that he had a master, and the old man believed it.

"It's because I'm not good at it." She had no choice but to say, "So Master was angry with me and ran away." ”

This master came out of nowhere, and I don't know how long I will be impersonating.

She glanced at Song Yu quietly.

"It's time to practice calligraphy." The old man nodded and said.

He has high requirements for words, and the words of autumn words can't get into his eyes at all.

If it weren't for the fact that she had a "master", the old man felt that he could reluctantly accept her as an apprentice and teach her to write well.

After all, this girl is still quite spiritual, she plays chess well, her understanding is quite high, and her words are ugly, so she can make up for her clumsiness.

Song Yu has already set his nature, he plays chess very well, and his words are also excellent, but his edge is too exposed, and in time, he will have deeper attainments.

The old man regarded him as a year-old friend.

"You can practice right here." The old man said to Qiu Ci that he directly regarded this place as his home, and it was also very easy to arouse people.

"You go and help your young lady study ink." He pointed to Huanxi again and commanded.

Qiu Ci was shocked by his neat energy.

She stood still, a little incredulous.

"Why don't you go!" The old man saw that she didn't move, but he was a little angry, "Your handwriting is so ugly, shouldn't you practice?" ”

Song Yu looked at her with some amusement.

Her stunned look is not something that can be seen all the time.

She stood in the sun, and the soft light poured down from behind her, covering her with a golden coat, such a girl looked even more delicate and lovely.

Qiu Ci felt that Song Yu was gloating.

So he can keep an eye on her at all times, right? Don't worry about what happens to her.

She tried her best to calm her feelings, showed her usual soft smile, and bowed to the old man, "Yes, I'll practice now." ”

Seeing that she was still well-behaved and obedient, the old man was satisfied.

He sat aside and continued to study chess with Song Yu.

Qiu Ci practiced until noon, and her hands were sore when she wrote, and the old man asked her to come back for dinner.

Song Yu sent her out very graciously.

"When is he leaving?" Qiu Ci muttered, it's okay to let her practice what words, it's really infuriating.

Song Yu's attitude was stern, "Do you want him to go?" ”

Isn't that nonsense!

Qiu Ci rolled his eyes and ignored his nonsense.

"Do you know who he is?" Song Yu asked her, his face was very cautious.

Qiu Ci finally noticed that something was wrong, "Who is he?" ”

"He is Jing Dan, the teacher of His Majesty today." Song Yu said.

Qiu Ci was taken aback, "Jing Dan? So how did he end up here? ”

Song Yu said, "Ten years ago, Mr. Jing inadvertently got an ancient endgame, he kept meditating day and night, trying to solve this endgame, but he couldn't think of a way to solve it anyway, since then, he has carried this endgame all over the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Mr. Jing's love of chess is well known, and then he has no fixed place to live, wandering around, no one can find him, but I didn't expect to meet him in Zhuxi this time."

It was a real surprise.

Qiu Ci was still a little unrefreshed for a while, she was too shocked.

Jing Dan's status is noble, even Mr. Qin, who came to Zhuxi to serve as a judge last time, also has to salute him respectfully and call Jing Dan an old man. (To be continued.) )