In the courtyard of a Sihe house in Beiping, a middle-aged man in a green coat is holding a chess game and placing it on a square table.

Beside him stood a seven-year-old Mengtong dressed in short clothes, staring earnestly at the chessboard.

"Quan'er, this trick is very famous, one son solves the double levy ......" the middle-aged man said, pointing triumphantly, "You see there is a levy here, if you don't deal with it, then it is bound to collapse, but if you deal with it now, then the other side of the levy and eat will not be able to take into account, there will inevitably be a piece to be eaten by the levy, and only the peerless chess king Wang Jixin can get out of such a chess." ”

"Daddy, you told me about the levy and food, but the levy and eat in this game of chess are a little different, can you put it aside for me?" That Meng Tong asked very seriously.

"Well, since you're interested, then I'll give you a swing." The middle-aged man nodded, he was also very happy that his son was so studious and motivated.

Just when the father and son were playing chess, there were three more people in the courtyard.

"Xiaoya, this is what Master Wu Qingyuan looked like when he was a child?" Zhao Yajun looked at Meng Tong, who had a wide forehead and stared at the hairstyle of the small pot lid, and what caught the eye was the big eyes that flickered.

"Uncle, is it strange? Isn't it a little different from the one in the movie? ”

"It's not too much, but it still looks a little ......"

"It's the local atmosphere, in this era, it is as literary and artistic as it is in the movies." Song Shuxuan smiled and said: "Watching the movie is just a feeling, I have watched that Wu Qingyuan's documentary, and it feels so-so, and it can be regarded as a careful shooting, but there is no point." ”

"I didn't watch that movie again after watching half of it, it was a little boring." Zhao Yajun sighed, as a Go coach who loves Go very much and respects Master Wu Qingyuan, he has always been ashamed that he didn't finish watching that movie.

However, now that he talks about it, he also thinks that there is nothing strange about it, a movie is not attractive, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't watch it, it doesn't prevent him from respecting Master Wu Qingyuan.

"The most interesting thing about time travel is that you can see the most real side." Zhao Ya smiled: "Uncle, then we are fast forward." ”

"Okay, let Master Wu Qingyuan grow up quickly." Zhao Yajun said with a smile.

Time and space are in Zhao Ya's hands, like a spinning top, and a slight turn is a year.

Zhao Yajun followed in the footsteps of Wu Qingyuan and witnessed him grow from a beginner to the first master in Beiping step by step.

When Wu Qingyuan was eleven years old, when he entered Duan Qirui's mansion to play chess, Zhao Yajun couldn't help but say: "Although Master Wu Qingyuan has good talent, this era still delays the growth of his chess skills. ”

"Yes, if there was a better environment for learning chess when I was a child, I believe that Master Wu Qingyuan would be stronger in chess." Zhao Ya nodded and said.

"Teacher Xiaoya, I have an idea, can you talk about it?" Song Shuxuan said on the side.

"Teacher Song, what do you think?" Zhao Ya asked curiously.

"I remember you told me two words, willing." Song Shuxuan said softly: "I've been thinking about it for a long time, I have to give up some things in order to get something, right?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Song, what do you want to say?" Zhao Ya asked.

"Actually, I want to return to the body to live some ordinary days, so I won't accompany you." Song Shuxuan smiled, and he felt a sense of relief after saying this.

"I see, then you can go and leave us alone." Zhao Ya nodded, she didn't feel strange that Song Shuxuan wanted to leave.

He must have his own way of living in this world, although he may not be able to live well, but as a traverser has a great advantage, and he himself has some abilities, so she doesn't have to worry about it anymore.

"Thank you, then I'll take my leave." After Song Shuxuan finished speaking, he left directly.

Zhao Yajun saw Song Shuxuan walking away, and said with a smile: "Xiaoya, the tour guide you invited is gone." ”

"It's almost like him without him, follow Master Wu Qingyuan and appreciate the customs of this era." Zhao Ya said with a smile.

The two of them didn't care about time consumption, because they knew that the time of this time and space had nothing to do with the original time and space, so they only accelerated the change of time and space when they were bored.

A few years later, Zhao Ya and the others followed Wu Qingyuan to Japan.

"Actually, I have always had a kind of psychological discrimination against Japanese people, these people are typical of bullying the weak and afraid of the hard." When Zhao Yajun arrived in Japan, he couldn't help but complain.

"Uncle, you shouldn't have watched Japanese anime less." Zhao Ya said with a smile.

"Yes, of course I've seen it, it was the Saint Seiya who grew up with us when we were children, and Dragon Ball, and then I grew up, the Japanese Hokage animation, and the chess soul, these are all very good." Zhao Yajun nodded and said: "One thing is worth affirming, the Japanese do have their excellent side. ”

"It is inevitable that every person and nation has an excellent side and an inferior root." Zhao Ya said lightly.

At this moment, the two are strolling through the streets of Senhu City in Osaka, Japan, which is also the city where Wu Qingyuan has just settled after crossing east.

"Xiaoya, look at the two guys dressed as samurai over there, they are obviously gangsters." Zhao Yajun pointed to two Japanese men with swords who were snatching the goods of street vendors dozens of meters away.

Many Japanese people passed by, but they all turned a blind eye and left in a hurry, no one came out to seek justice, and no one cared about the life or death of the peddler.

"Xiaoya, I'm not wrong, these Japanese who bully the soft and fear the hard, these samurai are even more typical, bullying commoners and sycophants."

"The Japanese are martial, the original bushido originated from the Han Dynasty, and the warriors died as confidants, just like the chivalry of the West, they are all the good side of human beings, but with the riots and the distortion of human nature, they gradually lost their original glory." Zhao Ya said lightly: "It is a biological instinct to bully the soft and fear the hard, but Japan is more obvious in some aspects. ”

"It's not obvious, it's something that has become habitual." Zhao Yajun saw that after the two warriors beat the hawker severely, he walked away, and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "In other words, whether it is the bullying party or the bullied party, they have already taken it for granted." ”

"Maybe it's like the story of the wolf and the sheep, there is no reason to tell, I just want to bully you." Zhao Yajun was quite emotional, and it was precisely because he saw the situation in Japan with his own eyes that he was so indignant.

"Let's go, let's watch Master Wu Qingyuan grow." Zhao Ya didn't want to waste time on these senseless things.

"By the way, Xiaoya, this year is 1931, I remember that Japan is about to launch a war of aggression against China." Zhao Yajun said thoughtfully.

"Uncle, what do you think?" Zhao Ya asked.

"Since I was a child, when I saw those anti-Japanese movies, I hated to kill some Japanese devils with my own hands, with your divine power, you should be able to help me do it." Zhao Yajun said.

"It's a small thing, but do you really want to do it?"

"Yes, since I have come to this era, I must participate in the anti-Japanese resistance once." Zhao Yajun said firmly.

"I have an idea, that is, don't worry about it first, wait until 1937, in the city of Nanjing, uncle, you can open and kill devils." Zhao Ya said.

"You mean Nanjing......" Zhao Yajun showed a hint of understanding, nodded and said: "Yes, there is no right or wrong in war, but in the city of Nanjing, the atrocities of the Japanese army must be punished by God." ”