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I didn't even be able to give a cup of tea to Master Xianggong on the first day, and my father-in-law's words were naturally what Xue Qing wanted to ask, and when she heard this, she also looked at her father curiously.

"Oh, he said that there was something wrong with the in-laws, and he left first after the guests dispersed yesterday, and specially asked me not to disturb your wedding night. As if knowing that his son-in-law would ask this, Li Changzhong put down the teacup and replied loudly.

Knowing that this is the case, Qin Heng is not surprised, his own master is such a person, as if he will do it immediately when he thinks of something, and his actions are always incomprehensible. It stands to reason that it is not too late to drink the tea of this apprentice daughter-in-law and leave, so in the eyes of ordinary people, the master is a strange person.

The great monk who acted incomprehensibly, and the great monk who still didn't know his name was playing chess at this time, as if he was addicted to chess.

It is difficult to find such a good peak near the entire Gusu City, not that the mountain is high, but that the mountain is very handsome, not steep, but handsome. If you want to say that the man is handsome and easy to understand, what is the matter with this mountain handsome? Without him, there are many trees.

The greenery is not the same, the green from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, from shallow to deep, layers of verdant, at a glance it is like a green wave sea, the wind blows the waves, tumbling forward.

What kind of characters do the two people who play against each other on such a mountain?

"You monk, I heard from Xiao Tong that you have bullied my disciples and grandchildren. At such an age, I am so ashamed. ”

The speaker speaks slowly, trying to make every word clear. A sparse white hair is taken care of all backwards, the eyelids are drooping as if he can't even open his eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, the forehead lines, the two deep nasolabial folds, and the wrinkled skin are loose, all revealing that this is a very old man.

"The old man waited on this mountain last night, I heard that you have fallen asleep, and the cold wind blew on the top of this mountain all night, isn't it because I came to this Gusu City to play a big chess game and didn't give Mr. you a voice, come to make amends to you. Besides, I'm not also for my apprentice, but not for myself. "The monk who laughs and has a face full of flesh and more and more arrogant, who else can he be if he is not Qin Heng's master.

A big monk with a meaty face, if it weren't for a bald head with a precept and a bright robe, some people would believe him if he was a butcher.

An old man dressed in a plaid black and white robe and a thick coat sat at a wooden table under a tree and played a game that looked more like a tree stump. Behind the old man stood a boy with a cane.

"Monk, you are so insincere, is it a big deal for you to blow the wind? Watching his deeds and listening to his words, the identity of this old man is about to come out, it is the old Mr. Li Xianxian, a chess saint who has never appeared.

"Is there anything down the mountain, just on this mountain?" the great monk looked meaningfully at the little boy standing behind the old man, holding a cane in both hands.

"There's no need to even guess and be tempted, old friends play chess and play these, so I said that you are a monk who is not sincere, Xiaotong is indeed a good seedling, and he is also a closed disciple of me. Mr. Li Xianxian said directly.

"That's a big congratulations. The fat monk sincerely congratulated.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Li Xianxian didn't appreciate it, and snorted lightly: "He Xizhi, there are chess games to play on this peaceful day, and the days are not peaceful, how can people like us still have time and place to put this leisure and leisure." ”

Hearing this, the fat monk was silent, and Mr. Li stopped talking, and for a while he could only hear the sound of the falling chessboard.

Strangely, no matter what the two were talking about, even when they talked about him, the boy didn't react at all, just looked at the chessboard very intently.

This game should have been played very anxiously and for a long time. The chess player was tired, and the little boy who watched the chess rubbed his eyes and seemed to be tired too.

Finally, it should be a result: "Monk, you lost this game of chess." ”

"Yes, lost. The monk is also free and easy, if he loses, he loses, and it is not unspeakable to lose to Li Xianxian: "Playing chess with you was originally four or six, and after so many years, while you are old, you can barely reach half a score, but this game of chess Lao Gao thinks too much, and it becomes four or six open." ”

"After playing against you so many times, I found that you, a monk, always like to play chess outside the chessboard, and your game is never only on this small chessboard, and it is boring to play chess with people like you who are not loyal to chess. Mr. Li shook his head and sighed.

Mr. Li Xianxian is obviously a very loyal chess person, his life is only chess, when he was young and frivolous, he also played chess, one person will fight one person, and one person will lose one person.

It is a little similar to the 'chess game on the river, lose ten taels' a few days ago, it is difficult to explain the purpose of the great monk's move, according to what he said, it is to build momentum for the disciples, but it may also be a tribute to the old gentleman in front of him. As for why the salute should not be carried with a stepping stone, this is the sincerity of the great monk.

It's a pity that later it encountered a period of great chaos, and some people stood out, such as the current saint Yiyang, and some disappeared, such as the entire previous dynasty, and there was still a rebirth sect left who didn't know what to do.

Among them, Go has naturally suffered a great impact, the whole world is not peaceful, who cares if you go or not, 'do not raise chess players in troubled times, there are idlers in prosperous times'.

The young man became famous in his fifties and was already a master in the chess world, and Li Xianxian, who was the guest of honor of the prince, lived a precarious life, and he was lucky to be able to survive from that troubled era to now.

In the first half of my life, I have seen the glitz and glamour of the clouds, and I have also experienced the hardships of living in secret. The only thing that hasn't changed is chess.

After the establishment of the Han Dynasty, Li Xianxian, who had reached his later years, made fewer and fewer shots, and began to sort out and deduce the lost precious Go games, and even more innovated.

"Amitabha, gold in troubled times, and literary play in prosperous times. The great monk said aloud.

"If you come today, I will know your purpose, and you have won this game of chess. Mr. Li naturally understood the words of the great monk, and only in the prosperous world did he have literary play, and in the same prosperous era there was also in the same place as 'chess', and waved his hand helplessly: "I, Li Xianxian, have experienced two dynasties, and I can't live long, but the road of 'chess' is still long and cannot be broken." Take it away, he also likes to play chess outside the game, so let the chess academy find someone to come to this mountain to serve me for the rest of my old man's life. ”

"They're going to be fighting for it. The great monk said slowly, close contact with this old man, listen to his teachings, the people of the chess academy will naturally compete to come.

Mr. Li no longer paid attention to the big monk, turned his head and explained a few words to the child, and then took the crutches and walked to the house, ignoring the child's reluctant eyes.

It wasn't until the door of the hut was closed that the little boy followed the big monk with a meaty face in front of him down the mountain a little timidly.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, the great monk suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Su Tong. "It turns out that the little boy does not mean the little boy, but that he has a child in his name.