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"Bell, bell." A dull bell ringing woke Jia Baoyu from his sleep and arrived at a special place, plus there were some strange people around, Jia Baoyu would deliberately sleep very shallowly.

Looking at Xiangling, who was still asleep beside her, Jia Baoyu smiled and got out of bed carefully, because it was a hot day, so she didn't put on a coat.

But after coming out, Jia Baoyu was surprised, tonight was surprisingly cold, thinking that it was the end of July now, but the weather had become hot again in recent days, which made Jia Baoyu forget the time, and it was time to gradually get colder.

Simply came out, Jia Baoyu went out of the courtyard to find the previous bell and walked all the way, first to the Tibetan Scripture Building, but unfortunately the Tibetan Scripture Building has been closed at this time, otherwise Jia Baoyu is going to go in to take a look, in such a quiet night, alone to visit these scenery, the exploration of the mind is a different kind of heavy.

On the south side of the Tibetan scripture building, there is a hexagonal heavy eaves pavilion, this is the bell tower, the melodious bell before is also from here, and at this time next to the bell tower, there are two people are playing chess, one of them is the abbot of Hanshan Temple Hui Jue, the other person is Mu Yi.

"Master Huijue said that there would be a distinguished guest visiting at night today, but I never thought it would be Brother Jia." After seeing Jia Baoyu, Mu Yi paused the chessboard, got up and smiled.

Jia Baoyu listened to Mu Yi's words and was a little confused, so he looked at Monk Huijue.

Huijue also put down the chess pieces in his hand. Said: "Amitabha, before the death of the first master, I said that on July 25 this year, there will be nobles coming after the bell rings in the middle of the night, I thought it would be Murong Shizhu, but now it seems that it is Jia Shizhu. ”

If you don't know the level of Huijue or haven't seen Jia Jing, Jia Baoyu won't believe such a thing, but Jia Baoyu, who has experienced all this, believes in this matter.

"The master is serious. Where does Baoyu deserve to be a distinguished guest. It's just that I can't sleep in the middle of the night and come to disturb me. ”

There is also a position next to the two, Jia Baoyu sat down when he got the answer, and at this time Huijue and Mu Yi were inseparable, because of Jia Baoyu's arrival, the suspended chess game also started again.

Watching chess is silent, this is duty. Although Jia Baoyu doesn't like to play chess very much. But the basic ability to distinguish is still there. After the two had another fifty sons, Mu Yi was already defeated.

Huijue's chess style is mainly defensive and inclusive of everything. This reminded Jia Baoyu of Hanshan, the one who could bear him, let him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and look at him, Huijue This is in the same vein, defending from the beginning to the end, it really makes Mu Yi powerless.

And Mu Yi's chess style is not as gentle and elegant as himself, but it is full of fierceness, even if the defeat is decided, he is indomitable, if such a person is a general, he will inevitably be invincible, but he is not handsome.

Such an evaluation is only in Jia Baoyu's heart, and the two of them will naturally not know, and after Huijue kills most of Mu Yi's chess pieces, Mu Yi takes the initiative to admit defeat.

Jia Baoyu got up, he looked a little tired, and he didn't know if Xiangling woke up when he wasn't next to him, in that case, Xiangling would definitely not continue to sleep.

However, such an action was misunderstood, and Mu Yi said: "Brother Jia also wants to have a game?" ”

Jia Baoyu shook his head: "My chess strength is comparable to that of Brother Murong, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win." ”

"It's rare that someone is willing to play chess with Lao Wei, if Jia Shizhu doesn't dislike it, he will talk about a game."

Seeing this, Jia Baoyu could only agree to sit down, "Can the master let Jia take the lead, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be over in a lot." "It's really started, Jia Baoyu just has to take it seriously, and a first move is also worth fighting for.

Hui Jue shook his head, "The old man is old, he is already old and dizzy, if he lets him, he is afraid that he will lose." ”

Hearing this, Jia Baoyu didn't say anything anymore, the two of them smoked, Hui Jue took the sunspot first, Jia Baoyu also played casually at first, and his chess strength was not bad, but when he went down to the fifth cross, Jia Baoyu's eyes lit up, because he found that according to this trend, he lost much faster than Mu Yi.

A competitive heart is something that young people will never lack, and if they don't have such a heart, they will lose their sharpness, and such people will not achieve anything.

Relying on his strong memory ability, Jia Baoyu calculated the chessboard over and over again in his heart, and each hand was calculated to a hundred hands according to different possibilities, which was much slower, but gradually moved back to some disadvantages.

After another thirty hands, it is no longer bad for Huijue, so Jia Baoyu is a little relaxed, and he no longer does his best to calculate like before, which seems to be easy, but it is actually very mentally draining, even Jia Baoyu can't bear to hold on for a long time.

is obviously not as good as the previous fall, Huijue and Mu Yi can naturally feel it, but Mu Yi is also silent watching chess, but Huijue doesn't care at all, the chess style is the same as before, a game of chess down, count carefully, Jia Baoyu lost two sons, but it is better than before Mu Yi.

"Brother Jia is not as sharp as in the middle of the game." Mu Yi asked the doubts in his heart after it was over.

Huijue also responded: "If Jia Shizhu can keep it, it will be Lao Gu who loses this game." ”

Jia Baoyu shook his head, "This is by no means an intentional concession, just Jia Mou just relied on his extraordinary memory to calculate the chessboard a hundred times in advance in his heart, if he encounters a-for-tat victory, it is naturally normal, but Master Huijue is the most restrained, too draining." ”

Listening to Jia Baoyu's words, both of them were amazed, "I can't imagine that there are really people in this world who can calculate chess games like this, Jia Shizhu can be described as talented!" ”

"Yes! I used to hear that Brother Jia was quick and wise, and he was a poet, but now it seems that Brother Jia is an all-rounder! Even Mu Yi, who has never been envious of anyone, has a trace of envy for Jia Baoyu.

He can do it without forgetting that he can ask himself, but it is not something he can do by organizing a chessboard in his heart like Jia Baoyu and calculating hundreds of steps.

"The two of you praised it." Jia Baoyu couldn't say too many modest words, because in fact, it was really difficult to find a second person in the world who could do it to his level.

"Since you can see it today, it is fate, no matter whether the master Jia is the honored guest mentioned by the master or not, the old man must uphold the last wish of the master, and ask the two donors to leave a poem for Hanshan Temple."

"I didn't do it now, but there was a song that I made when I first came to your temple, because I didn't dare to say it to the master for fear of offering ugliness, since the master opened his mouth, the younger generation left that poem here, I don't know if it can be." Mu Yi said.

"Very good." Master Huijue folded his hands and bowed slightly.

Instructed the monk on duty at night to bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Huijue personally studied the ink and laid the paper, and after everything was ready, Mu Yi wrote down the poems.

Fengqiao Hanshan Temple

Jiang Feng chanted, and the cold trace of the secluded temple.

If you don't change the road ahead, you still hear the midnight bell.

The ground is cool and the moon is bright, and the village is full of hookah.

Just ask who has seen it, and the haggard should be uniquely loose.

"It's ugly." Mu Yi said.

Jia Baoyu and Huijue looked a little strange after seeing Mu Yi's poems, Jia Baoyu just felt that Mu Yi was a little strange before, but now he completely doubted his identity.

But the landlord here is Huijue, he didn't say that Jia Baoyu naturally wouldn't look for trouble by himself, just to step forward, but he saw Xiangling coming not far away.

Looking at Xiangling, who was sweating a little because of the hurry of running, and her breathing was also a little shorter, Jia Baoyu reproached: "Why did you come out?" What should I do if I meet the bad guys? ”

Xiangling bowed her head and said nothing, and then handed the clothes in her hand to Jia Baoyu, the meaning was obvious.

Jia Baoyu naturally knew that Xiangling came out to find it when she saw that she was not wearing a coat, and she only had warmth in her heart, and that reproach was also said for fear that she would be in danger.

"It just so happens that I'm going to write a poem, you can give me ink!" Putting on the clothes handed by Xiangling, Jia Baoyu said that Xiangling couldn't be more interested in this.

Sure enough, after listening to Jia Baoyu's words, Xiangling's expression instantly brightened a lot, and her face couldn't wait, but while studying the ink, she saw what Mu Yi had written before, and asked in surprise: "Second master, why don't you change the way you go!" ”

"This is going to ask Murong Gongzi, I don't know what it means." Jia Baoyu said casually, but turned the question to Mu Yi.

Mu Yi smiled and said: "It's just that the poet of the previous dynasty also wrote the bell in the middle of the night, and he felt it, so let's learn Brother Jia's mastery first!" ”

Jia Baoyu didn't ask anything anymore, as long as this person didn't hurt his family, he wouldn't care about the others.

"Moonlit night in the cold mountains." As soon as the four words of the topic fell, Jia Baoyu stopped writing, which made Xiangling and the three of them a little surprised, but the next moment Jia Baoyu started a different line.

Maple Bridge Night Parking

The moon falls and the sky is full of frost,

Jiang Feng Yuhuo was sleepy.

Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City,

Midnight bell to the passenger ship.

After the two lines of poetry were written, Jia Baoyu felt extremely smooth in his heart, everything has cause and effect, and Jia Baoyu's cause and effect to this Hanshan Temple was also understood after this "Fengqiao Night Park" was written.

This is to borrow their own hands to write this poem, Hanshan Temple is famous, a large part of the reason is because of a poem "Fengqiao Night Park", if there is no to write out, the so-called civilization can not be lacking at any time.

Jia Baoyu used to think that it was not good to be a copyist, after all, it was other people's thoughts that were plagiarized, but the reality of this world is that those things do not exist, and that part of the thoughts in one's own body can only be brought into play through oneself, if you don't do it yourself, then there will be no such poems for generations, so it will bring losses to others because of Jia Baoyu's own problems.

After thinking about it, it was clear, and in an instant, Jia Baoyu felt comfortable physically and mentally, his thoughts were clear, and the whole person entered a new realm. (To be continued......)