The incense burner is smoky, the sandalwood is swirling, and the heart is calm.

The room was warm and soft, without any dull atmosphere, and Uncle Tai glanced at Sun Xiaodie in front of him, his jade neck was white and flawless, and his hair was draped over his shoulders and on his chest.

Sun Xiaodie's chess skills are like her people, elegant and refined, one step at a time, showing everyone's beautiful demeanor.

Uncle Tai often plays chess with Dugu Yihe when he is idle in Emei Mountain, and this chess skill is also soaring, although it is not as good as Dugu Yihe, but it is also unique, and the chess style is wide open and closed, just like Jin Ge Iron Horse, and the chessboard is murderous.

After a while, Sun Xiaodie had already fallen into disadvantage, and Uncle Tai was sipping tea with a smile on his face.

He is now strong in spirit, smart in thinking, he used to only be able to see three or four moves when watching chess, but now he can see six or seven moves at a glance, and he is obviously at ease.

On that day, Emei Hall and Dugu Yihe talked about chess, the speaker had no intention, and the listener had intention. He told Dugu Yihe about Fu Cailin's swordsmanship theory in "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", and he didn't think of anything else at the time, but in hindsight, this way of playing chess is indeed very interesting.

In particular, the theory of chess is integrated into swordsmanship, paying attention to the enemy's first opportunity, mastering the opponent's martial arts with a clever eye, finding out the opponent's foundation, so as to make a judgment, and the theory of sealing the opponent's back move in one step to defeat the enemy, let him ponder for a while.

This truth seems simple, but it actually took Fu Cailin's life's work.

Although Uncle Tai didn't know what swordsmanship was, it didn't hinder speculation and research. By playing chess, he felt that his swordsmanship had improved significantly, especially for the opponent's moves, and he could see the flaws in the fastest time.

Just fought with Yan Nanfei. He was in a wonderful situation. It felt like a game of chess. Guess the direction of each step of the opponent, so as to make a judgment and block the opponent's offensive first.

On the chessboard, the black and white clouds gradually became more numerous, and the stars were dense. Sun Xiaodie, who has a small jasper style, finally lost to Uncle Tai's big open and closed style and lost.

Sun Xiaodie suddenly stretched out her hand and slashed chaotically, disrupting the chess game. Xiang's lips pursed slightly: "No, no, every time I lose with you!" ”

Uncle Tai smiled slightly, a smug smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he liked to see Sun Xiaodie's angry appearance the most, she at this time, revealed a kind of cuteness, in the words of later generations, it is cute.

Sun Xiaodie stood up: "Master, I went out to practice swords, and I won't accompany you." ”

Uncle Tai smiled. watched Sun Xiaodie leave the house. He went to the bed and took off his shoes. He sat cross-legged on the bed.

After three breaths, he entered a wonderful situation, and the scene of the battle with Yan Nanfei just flashed in his mind.

The silent long street, the white moonlight, the sword light is like water, rippling with clear waves, competing with the moonlight. A long shadow appeared in his mind, gradually condensing, exactly the same as Uncle Tai, and gradually Yan Nanfei's shadow appeared opposite him.

In his mind, in his thoughts, Uncle Tai held the big sword, his expression was natural, floating like a fairy, and Yan Nanfei fought in one place, every swing of the big sword was extremely mysterious, as if he could see through Yan Nanfei's next move, and took the lead in attacking the trajectory before the offensive progressed.

And Yan Nanfei was forced to return in vain, attacking again, and the sword momentum was boundless.

But the swordsmanship of Uncle Tai in his mind was simple, powerful and heavy, and every time he calculated the trajectory of the other party, Yan Nanfei's sword momentum returned in vain.

About half an hour, Uncle Tai opened his eyes, his essence flashed away, and his expression had a trace of enlightenment.

This is the understanding of the principle of chess, just now visualizing every sword of Yan Nanfei, it is the way of playing chess, this feeling of taking the lead is very cool. It's just that the way of chess is transformed into swordsmanship, which requires constant speculation, constant challenges, and mastery of the trajectory of the world's moves in order to perfectly use the way of sword play.

Uncle got up, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room slowly.

In the small courtyard, the sound of the sword is magnificent, and the sword light is like water.

A beautiful landscape, practicing the sword with a concerned expression, each of her swords is unpretentious, the thorn is the thorn, the split is the split, every action is very standard, the standard is like a machine, more than a point, no less. Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, it is mediocre and unexciting.

But in Uncle Tai's opinion, Sun Xiaodie has mastered the essence of basic swordsmanship, and the foundation has become extremely solid, and under the same cultivation, there are few people who are Sun Xiaodie's opponents.

Swordsmanship lies in the foundation, the foundation is mastered, solid and perfect, and the swordsmanship has a qualitative leap.

Uncle Tai stood in the small courtyard, watching Sun Xiaodie practice his sword, and nodded with satisfaction unconsciously. The breeze blew, the branches swayed, and a fallen leaf fell down and fell on his shoulder like a flutter.

He stretched out his hand, plucked the leaves, played with them in his hands, and suddenly his eyes flashed, his ears moved slightly, and his index and middle fingers pinched the leaves, and suddenly shot into the darkness. Just now he heard something unusual.

The branches and leaves were attached to a deep internal qi, wiping the air in the air and emitting a sharp whistling.

In the darkness, there was a sound of sleeves dancing, followed by the sound of vigorous clashes.

Uncle Tai looked into the darkness, his eyes were sharp, and he snorted coldly: "Which master is coming, please show up." The voice came out melodiously, not very loud, as if whispering in the ear, echoing in the air.

Sun Xiaodie put away her sword and looked around vigilantly. She is very depressed, since she worships Uncle Tai as a teacher, she is always a master to find fault, and the dangers are one after another, as if there is no end, endlessly.

An old voice sounded, and he smiled: "What a good uncle, he is young, but his ear power is very good, I only moved my steps slightly, and you noticed it." Heroes come out of teenagers, and it's not okay to be disobedient. ”

A black shadow flashed, and slowly came from the darkness, and it was a tall old man, who looked like he was about ninety years old, and every step was trembling, as if he could fall down at any time.

"You ......"

Uncle Tai looked at the old man who came over suspiciously. He didn't know the old man, and he didn't know why he had come here late at night. But he knows the truth that the good do not come, and the one who comes is not good.

The old man in front of him did not have a trace of martial arts on his body, just like an ordinary old man, but Uncle Tai knew in his heart that this old man was a peerless master he had only seen in his life.

If it weren't for the slightest mistake of this old man in the dark just now, stepping on the fallen leaves and making a slight noise, he would not have found this old man at all.

The old man came to the small courtyard tremblingly, standing five feet away from the uncle, his ruddy face like a child, showing a smile, and said lightly: "The old man is the old man of Shangshan of the Heavenly Bird Gate, and I came here tonight to meet you, the little guy who is famous." (To be continued.) )