The two walked out of the Linghai Chess Mansion in silence, and the housekeeper of the Chess Mansion stood outside the door and asked softly:

"Sir?"

Little scholar: "Master, he's gone!"

The butler nodded, his eyes were covered with tears, he stared at the room and muttered: "Hey, master, how can he ——, ——,! Everyone has to have this experience, but when the master is dying, he entrusts you with the position of chess saint, Mai Lang Gongzi, don't let down the master's hard work!"

Ying Long saw that the butler had been covering his right arm, and asked, "Butler, what's wrong with your arm? Is it injured?"

The housekeeper's face turned cold, he pointed to the flower garden in the distance, and sighed helplessly: "I wanted to prune and prune the flower bed! But I hurt myself first, it's really useless! Maybe in a few years, I will follow in the footsteps of the master."

When Ying Long wanted to look at the butler's right arm again, the butler had already hidden his arms behind him, Ying Long was bored with himself, and asked, "Just now, a person wearing a white-faced ghost mask broke into this chess mansion, has the butler seen it?"

The butler waved his hand again and again, and said, "No, no, no, white-faced ghost, nothing!" He turned his head in a hurry, avoiding Ying Long's inquiring eyes, and asked Mai Lang, "Mai Lang Gongzi, did the old man give you anything before he died?"

The little scholar took out the book "Zonghengdao", and the cuffs rubbed a few dark gold characters on the page, and he said: "Na, that's it!"

The butler's face leaked with disdain, and he flipped through the book and asked, "That's it? no—nothing else?

The little scholar nodded, tucked the book under his armpit, and said, "That's it!"

Butler: "Okay! Childe has studied this book thoroughly, and the next chess master will be you!" He pointed to the door and sighed: "The house has to be busy these days, the carriage has been prepared outside the door, and the two sons can go home in the carriage."

The two said goodbye to the housekeeper, the little scholar looked preoccupied, often opened the pages of the book to take a look, read it, and then closed his eyes slightly to think about something, but Ying Long had a faint uneasiness in his heart, so he asked, "Have you seen the housekeeper?"

The little scholar shook his head.

Ying Long: "Then how did he know that your name was Mai Lang?"

The little scholar held his chin in his hand and thought for a while, and suddenly laughed, and he said, "Am I so famous now?"

The carriage was already waiting outside the house, the coachman was a man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, who was repairing the mane of the two brown horses with a brush, and when he saw Ying Long and Mai Lang, he took the horse brush and opened the curtain with a smile: "Two sons, get in the car."

As soon as Ying Long and Mai Lang got into the car, the coachman shook his whip, and there was an explosion in the air, and the two horses galloped up, but the coachman didn't know the road, and when he came to a fork, he asked, "Childe, which way should I go?"

The little scholar poked his head out, pointed to one of them, and said politely: "Hard work!"

The coachman muttered "not hard", while rowing something on the horse's buttocks, waiting for the rowing, then raising the whip to urge the horse to run, every fork in the road is like this, until Mai Lang arrived home, he respectfully lifted the curtain, and watched the two walk home, a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands clenched into fists, squinted at the map on the horse's buttocks, and said, "This is done!"

Ying Long and the little scholar strolled home, he had a lot of questions to ask, so he asked a series of questions:

"Little scholar, have you ever played chess with the old chess master? Who wins and who loses? You won't finish playing again, will you!"

The little scholar turned his head, his eyes were hollow, indicating that he was still trapped in another world, and he stared at the "Vertical and Horizontal Road" in his hand, and he said, "Big hands!"

Ying Long: "What is the 'big hand'?"

Little scholar: "The chess tournament held once every ten years, but there are exceptions, this time even if it is an exception, Master and his chess skills are unbeatable, although this time it is not the ten-year period, but the master has passed away, Ling Qicheng will always choose a new chess saint, this year is the Showa year, then the chess saint is called the Showa chess saint!"

Ying Long asked very persistently: "Haven't you fought with the old chess saint?"

Little scholar: "After losing two games and drawing one game, the master handed me this book and let me study it hard.

Ying Long grabbed the book and opened it, there was not a word on it, it was all white pages, he stared at the little scholar suspiciously, and suddenly figured it out: "This book is also a treasure book of exercises, and the little scholar is the only one who is recognized by the chess master, only he can see the words in the book!" He smiled bitterly, handed the book back, and said, "Then you have to bother to study!"

The little scholar nodded, and the two of them had unconsciously walked outside the courtyard, and heard the familiar sound of pounding clothes again, the little scholar slowly pushed open the door and shouted:

"Mom, I'm back!"

The mother raised her head happily, then wiped her hands on the short coat, and said, "You must be hungry, I'll go cook!

Ying Long picked up a large push of wood, he placed the little scholar on a wooden pier, and said, "I'll chop wood, you go and study that book, maybe the Showa chess master is you?"

The book was opened for a while, closed for a while, the little scholar also raised his head for a while, lowered his head for a while, opened his eyes for a while, closed his eyes for a while, and the sawdust splashed on his body without realizing it, muttering in his mouth that Ying Long didn't understand, what "Zi said", what "Zeng Zi said", what "Zhi Zhi also", Ying Long secretly sneered, he felt that when the little scholar said these words, his appearance was even more stupid!

The meal was quickly ready, and the mother looked at the little scholar's stupid appearance, and she felt sad in her heart, and said sadly: "Are you stupid again?"

She put the rice on the stone pier under the persimmon tree, and was about to wake up the little scholar, Ying Long hurriedly stopped and told him about today's events, inevitably adding oil and vinegar, two negative and one flat became two flat and one negative, the eldest lady did not doubt it, her brows stretched, and her mood was good, and she smiled and picked up the clothes that had not been washed: "Then you take care of him to eat, I washed these clothes!"

The eldest lady didn't leave for a while, the little scholar's eyes widened suddenly, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, he grabbed a piece of firewood and broke it with all his might!

Ying Long, who was eating at this scene, was stunned, but he didn't care about it, and said: "This "Vertical and Horizontal Road" is still very good!

Then the situation was not right, the little scholar seemed to be stunned, and kicked and beat on the ground on his back, Ying Long hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, he remembered that he had practiced nine heavens and nine potentials in Beihai City, if it hadn't been for the meteorite sword in the jade pendant that saved him, he would have lost his life, so the situation of the little scholar is probably like that!

As soon as he figured it out, he didn't panic, picked up the little scholar, pressed his hands on his back, and a lingering dragon qi poured in.

He remembered the jade pendant around his neck, and the old beggar said that there was a dragon sword meteor hidden in it!