In the early morning of the next day, Ji Lin walked on the cobblestone-paved path of Huanhua Creek, and saw the red men and green women in the past, and he felt quite emotional.

Seventy years have passed in a flash, and how many people and things have gone down the drain back then, and even the flowers and trees on the side of the road are no longer what they used to be.

Huanhuaxi is prosperous because of Du Fu, and has been admired by countless literati and writers for thousands of years, and when Ji Lin left 70 years ago, there was a red wall and green tiles here, but now it is a high-rise building, and it is extremely prosperous.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is it tonight, I think about the water flowing in the Huanhua River with the virtuous brother of Dongpo, and it has been a thousand years in the snap of my fingers." Staring at the statue of Su Dongpo in the center of the square in front of him, Ji Lin was a little embarrassed.

Under the statue, there is a stone table, two old men in Tang costumes are arguing with red faces, surrounded by passers-by watching the excitement.

"Zhenlong chess game?" Ji Lin leaned over to take a look, and then he understood why the two elders were arguing.

"Young man, don't you know chess too?" The old man surnamed Jiang on the left was a little surprised.

Xiangqi is the quintessence of China, with a history of more than 3,000 years, but modern Western civilization continues to impact China, and there are very few people in the younger generation who can play chess.

"There is no trace, three arrows in the Tianshan Mountains; Take a step back to win, the left and right are the source, and the double snakes enter the hole! Ji Lin smiled slightly and said indifferently.

Airplanes!

As soon as these words came out, the two elders were moved at the same time.

"I didn't expect Xiaoyou to also understand the ancient score of "Dreaming into the Divine Machine", but the old man was clumsy, please." Jiang Lao pointed to the stone bench on the side, and looked at Ji Lin's gaze a little softer.

"Dreaming into the Divine Machine" is the earliest ancient chess score that can be seen in Shenzhou in this world, the publication date is difficult to verify, the author is unknown, and it contains 185 endgames, and non-chess enthusiasts will never go to read this ancient score.

"This kid is not very old, and he can actually get the favor of my Shudi chess master Jiang Lao, he is really unseemly."

In the midst of the onlookers' discussions, Ji Lin sat down calmly, giving everyone a strange feeling that the ancient gentleman was about to discuss the scriptures with others.

"This son is extraordinary." Du Lao and Jiang Lao glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Young man, since you know chess, how to solve this game?" Twisting his white beard, Du Lao said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked weird, Jiang Lao rolled his eyes angrily, and secretly said that his old brother was too tricky, doesn't this clearly bully the juniors?

This chess game is not well-known in the outside world, and it is not recorded in the official history, but it is very famous in the Shudi chess world, and it is called the "Xichuan Endgame".

Xichuan endgame, since the spread of no one has ever been able to crack, the second old man is obsessed with chess all his life, is a well-known national player in Shudi, poor Jiazi power, but only cracked this game less than one-tenth.

"The idea of this game is ingenious, and the skills of Zhenlong chess game, such as disc signs, life and death, tesuji, and murderous spirit, affect the overall situation, which is fascinating and very good."

After more than ten seconds of silence, Ji Lin took the black chess piece and fell, every step of the chess piece, the second elder's gaze was solemn, and when Ji Lin stopped, the second elder gasped.

"Once the endgame of the ages is broken, Mr. is talented, please accept the old man's worship." Jiang Lao got up abruptly and slammed it to the ground at Ji Lin.

"This bureau is Xue Tao, one of the four talented women of the Tang Dynasty, created in the heyday, the bureau is called Xichuan endgame, there are countless geniuses throughout the ages but no one can solve it, may I ask Mr. Honorable Name?" Du Lao also stood up and was respectful.

"What? The Xichuan endgame was actually cracked? ”

"This son is only twenty-five or six years old, and he actually compares Du Lao and Jiang Lao?"

Everyone was shocked, and their eyes were all shocked, and they all knew that if today's events were spread, Ji Lin would definitely become famous and become a rising star in the Middle-earth chess world.

"Pingshui meets people all the way, why should we have met before." Ji Lin got up suddenly, patted the dust on his sleeves, and stepped on the maple leaves and walked away, leaving only the second elder blowing his beard and staring in the autumn wind, looking sluggish.

Du Lao and Jiang Lao are not only famous chess masters in Shudi, but also represent a huge family behind them, this is a once-in-a-century opportunity to become famous, Ji Lin actually gave up?

"Why do I seem to see the vicissitudes of a thousand years from this kid's back?" Du Lao was a little puzzled.

"This son is not trivial, even if he leaves today, it will be difficult for him to hide his merit and fame in the future." Jiang Huo looked admiring.

Xichuan endgame is difficult to break through the ages, this is indeed a shortcut to fame for ordinary people, but for a thousand-year-old demon, this matter is not worth mentioning at all.

"No wonder I think the chess game just now has a bit of a familiar artistic conception, but it turns out that this game was created by Hong Du's little sister." Walking in the autumn breeze, Ji Lin sighed slightly, as if returning to the era of Tang Gefei.

Xue Tao word Hongdu, is a famous strange woman in the Tang Dynasty, and Zhuo Wenjun, Mrs. Hua Rui, Huang E and called the four talented women of Shu, once and left the famous sentence "once the sea is difficult for water, except for Wushan is not a cloud" Prime Minister Yuan Zhen, in Zhuanhua Creek had a romance of wind and snow.

"Hong Du's little sister poems and books rhyme with monstrous talent, and she is a rare strange woman who dares to love and hate, but life is ruthless, that wind and moon finally came to naught, and she also ended up wearing a robe for the rest of her life."

Ji Lin sighed slightly, and secretly said that if he was not an immortal, if he had taken the initiative back then, Xue Tao back then might have been a different ending, right?

"The wind flowers will grow old, and the good times are still slim."

"Don't tie the same heart, empty the same heart grass."

"It's full of flowers, turning into two loves."

"The jade chopsticks hang down in the mirror, and the spring breeze knows it."

The sound of heaven coming with the wind pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation, and following the prestige, a tall and fashionable girl came with a smile.

The girl looks about 1.7 meters long, and the white suit with the black skirt looks very elegant.

This is a perfect woman comparable to Marilyn Monroe, she blooms like the sun with amazing charm.

Because of the appearance of the girl, the traffic fell into a short congestion, and even the old man who was in charge of directing the traffic looked at the girl blankly, intoxicated.

"Fu Lao actually sent this girl to Shudi?" Rubbing his temples, Ji Lin had a headache.

In the burning eyes of passers-by, the girl Yingying walked up to Ji Lin: "Master." ”

Boom!

This astonishing scene caused a passing young man to crash directly into the stone pillar, and the eyes of passers-by widened, and their mouths were long enough to stuff an egg.

"Old ...... Master? Such a beautiful woman is actually the servant of this kid? ”

In the midst of a wolf howl, Ji Lin took the girl's hand, and the two disappeared side by side at the end of the road.