Yang Zheng looked at the dashing back of Lao Zhang's departure, his eyes were full of envy.

If only he could be as chic as Lao Zhang, Yang Zheng stood up, stepped on the starlight in the sky, and muttered: "It is said that life is like chess, but there is never a winner in life." It is more appropriate to say that chess is like life. ”

Yang Zheng nodded, as if at this moment, he had finally found his chess heart.

……

Lao Zhou sat in the teahouse, and beside him sat four men who were about the same age as him, these four elderly people, although they were gray-haired and had already entered their twilight years, but their eyes were full of sharpness that only young people have.

Lao Zhou looked at the four people around him and couldn't help but sigh a little, because there were only nine people who had made an appointment, but now there are only five of them left.

No, there should be two more people.

It's just that these two people are no longer friends in the eyes of the five people here.

They are all because of their own beliefs, which have long since turned against the others.

The leader of these five people was an old man in a tunic suit. He should have a story, after all, there was a half-palm-long scar on his face, which became more and more hideous as he got older. But it is precisely because of this hideous scar that even if this old man is nearly 100 years old, he still has an indescribable fierceness all over his body.

He looked at Lao Zhou, who was about the same age as him, and he grinned: "Listen to Lao Wu, you also have a successor, Lao Xu." ”

Lao Xu is actually Lao Zhou's real surname, and it is also the name before he met Ah Fang. However, after Ah Fang's death, Lao Zhou abandoned Xu's surname and changed his name to Zhou.

Lao Zhou looked at this old man, and he rarely lowered his posture and replied: "Yes, I have found a successor." Qian Tianshi. ”

This old man, who was called Qian Tianshi by Lao Zhou, seemed to be very satisfied with Lao Zhou's answer that he finally found the heir, he touched his neck-length beard, and said with some embarrassment: "Unknowingly, we old guys are about to turn 100 years old. ”

"yes, time flies." Lao Wu, who had talked about chess heirs with Lao Zhou before, was also a little embarrassed. "Maybe this will be the last time we'll see each other." Lao Wu looked at the old man who was sitting on his left hand side and could no longer walk and could only rely on a wheelchair to maintain his movements, and he said with emotion: "It would be good if Lao Zhao was here." ”

"Yes, if it weren't for the nine volumes of 'Dream into the Divine Machine' that Lao Zhao bought from the grocer, or the nine of us, then Lao Xu, Qian Tianshi, Sun Dasheng, and Li Cripple would be able to be crowned as contemporary grand-grade chess masters." The old man in the wheelchair, although he is disabled, as long as he sees his eyes, he understands that this old man is definitely an old man full of great wisdom? It can also be seen that when he was young, he definitely had some great achievements.

It's a pity that Sun Dasheng immigrated to the island country, and Li Cripple also followed his children to go abroad to enjoy Qingfu. Otherwise, our party will definitely be more lively. The youngest old man, sitting in a chair with a big belly in comfort, looked at the last old man again.

"Lao Feng, do you say that "Dreaming into the Divine Machine" really has a secret?"

The old man who was called Lao Feng was dressed in a Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, and he was born to be called a fairy wind dao bone.

He was the most elegant and healthy looking old man of the five. Lao Feng took a sip of tea and said: "According to the records of the Taoist temple where I am located, "Dream into the Divine Machine" is actually a chess book. There should be no secrets. ”

Lao Feng smiled bitterly again: "Even if there is a secret, what is the point to us old people who have already half of our bodies in the ground?" ”

"When it comes to money and wealth, you don't bring it in life, and you don't bring it in death. In terms of longevity, living for another few decades is just torture for us. Lao Feng stared at the youngest old man and sighed again: "So Lao Wang, even if there is really a secret, let him rot in the book." ”

Lao Wang nodded and shook his head: "You also know that before Lao Zhao died, his greatest wish was to gather the twelve volumes of "Dream into the Divine Machine" to see the brilliance of China's chess civilization. Even if "Dream into the Divine Machine" really has no secrets. Then we can actually take a look at the remaining three volumes of "Dream into the Divine Machine", whether there are any endgames that we haven't seen. ”

"And even if there were, what could we do?" Lao Wu stood up and seemed to be reminiscing about something: "Even if there is, Lao Zhao can't see it." ”

"yes." Qian Taishi also stood up: "Anyway, our era is over, and the rest should be the era of young people." ”

"Are you willing to be replaced by the professional chess player who smells dry now?" Lao Wang sneered: "If you go and look at the current Chinese chess scene, a large group of professional chess players are busy shooting videos and doing live broadcasts all day long, but when they really play chess, they can't even win against the small countries around them." You say that there are a few real young masters in the current chess world? ”

"In the northern chess world, Peng Fei, the distant nephew of the old Sun family, can be regarded as a promising little chess player. The Flower Tour and Chess Nerd of the Huajia Chess Club are barely a makeshift young chess player, and the Yuewu of the Zangyue Chess Club is also barely one. The situation in the southern chess world is similar to that in the northern chess world. Just three or two kittens, how can they afford Chinese chess in ten years? ”

"Isn't there still five of us, no, counting the six descendants of Lao Zhao?" Qian Tianshi said with a smile: "Don't you know the future of the Chinese chess world? What he lacks is never a base. It's a top master who can hold on. Just like Lao Zhao in the past, he challenged more than 100 chess players at home and abroad without losing a single defeat. Even if the eight of us are in front of him, we will only end up with a negative or a harmony. ”

Qian Tianshi looked at Lao Zhou, who had been silent, he diverted the topic and looked at Lao Zhou and said: "What's more, Lao Zhou, who has always been the most picky among the nine of us, can bring us different surprises with the successor he is looking for." ”

Lao Zhou laughed: "Don't worry, the heir I am looking for may not have found his chess heart and chess path yet." But as long as he finds his chess heart and chess way, it will definitely surprise you. Lao Zhou paused again: "Even if he doesn't have a chess heart and chess skills now." He can outperform many of our heirs. ”

"Oh... Are you sure? Lao Wang couldn't believe it.

Because a chess player who has no chess heart and chess skills, he can't be regarded as a reluctant chess player in their eyes at all. But he looked at Lao Zhou's unusually firm eyes, and he subconsciously asked: "Old Zhou, why do you say that a chess player who has no chess heart and chess skills can beat most of our descendants?" ”

"Because, as his name suggests, he is a man of iron and steel, like the six of us!"