The corners of his lips drew a smile, and he casually put away the white chess pieces.

"Want to play another game?"

"Glad to be!"

Ling Yuhan got up and cleaned his hands with a condensing incense, changed a cup of hot tea for Ion Xuan, and sat down slowly.

Still silent, the persistence fell.

The two are like old friends for many years, with a deep tacit understanding, silent, and quietly sitting.

Just like a gentleman's friendship, light as water.

The sunset finally set, and in the bamboo house, the light gradually dimmed, but the two were not affected by the outside world at all, and they still fell without hurry.

It wasn't until Ling Yuhan chuckled that the silence was broken.

"I've long heard that your chess skills are exquisite, and among the Celestial Clan, no one can match you...... Now it seems that it is really calm and ......"

Ion Xuan smiled lightly and picked up the herbal tea, took a sip, and looked around.

"The things here haven't changed, but the taste has changed...... You've been here for a long time......"

"After Junmei left, I moved in." Ling's voice is still light and light.

Ionic Xuan's eyes trembled: "Among the Heavenly Clan, the people who dare to move in here...... I'm afraid it's not much. ”

"Yes!" Ling Yuhan raised his hand to pick up his tea cup, gently blew off the tea leaves on it, and took a sip: "But the emperor's order has to be followed!" ”

Ion Xuan put down the teacup, leaned over slightly, and his deep eyes were like blades, "What does he want you to do?" ”

Ling Yuhan gently put down the teacup, and her fingertips slowly swiped over the cup.

"He wants me to be his son......"

His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly looked at the deep darkness of Ion Xuan: "Then protect his son." ”

Ion Xuan's lips suddenly blurred a light smile: "Do you think...... His son...... Need protection? ”

"No need to ......" Ling Yuhan's words froze slightly, and then a different smile faded: "But he needs a right-hand man......"

Iion Xuan's eyes burned at him, and then he lowered his eyes to look at the chessboard: "Do you want to kill another game?" ”

"Accompany you to the end."

"Smack!"

Bai Zi fell off the chessboard, Ion Xuan stared at each other, and the clouds were light and light: "I want to be an arm...... You need the arm strength to be able to hold and put down......"

"Smack!"

Kuroko followed, pressing forward step by step.

The eyes swayed slightly, and Ling Yuhan raised her eyebrows: "The strength of the arm lies in the domination of the body...... Without the strategy in the heart, no matter how strong the arms are, there is a day when there is a lack of strength and weakness. ”

Iion Xuan's lips were slightly upturned, and a thin smile was outlined: "The strength of the arm comes from the body, but more often, it requires the instinct of the arm to exert ......"

"If you want to play with your arms, you need to give your arms full freedom and trust...... Does the body dare at this point? ”

Ion Xuan pinched a white piece with his fingertips, and the decision that he didn't look at it landed on the chessboard.

"You've lost again......"

Ling Yuhan glanced at the chessboard lightly, and a smile curled into the corner of his lips: "Winning or losing is just a word, just enjoy it, why care about winning or losing...... You're happy to win, and I'm happy to lose......"

"That's good...... When you play chess, it's up to your opponent...... A boring opponent, even if he wins, is not interesting...... The opponent is strong, and if he loses, he is happy...... Want to have another plate? ”

"Of course!"

……

Elder Ding was like a rat crossing the street, and he slipped behind a big tree with a snort, and looked behind him with a thief's head.

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