After a short time, seven or eight dishes of color and aroma were served on the table. Four people, you eat one bite at a time, and I eat the dishes one by one.

"Big brother, take care of your body during this time, this time I will go to the Izumo Mountains for a while, remember to call Lang Zhong to come and take care of your condition from time to time." Ling Youyou sat opposite Ling Ying, and there was a worried condolence in his tone.

"Caiyi, are you leaving again? Don't go, don't go and stay with me more. It was an ordinary sentence, but Ling Ying reacted very violently after hearing it, his body trembled, but the tone in his words was almost pleading.

"Father, you recognize the wrong person, this is our aunt and your sister Ling Youyou." Yue Wei's heart moved slightly, but this kind of oolong thing obviously can't be a joke, she opened her mouth and said softly.

"How is that possible? Don't try to lie to me. Look," he stretched out his hand and grabbed Ling Yuewei. "This is a daughter." He stretched out his hand again and grabbed Ling Yun. "This is my son." He looked up at Ling Youyou opposite, "Who else could this be if this is not Caiyi?" Back then, our family of four sat and ate like this every day, day after day, year after year, and it never changed..."

"Father..."

I don't know when tears gradually appeared in Ling Yun and Ling Yuewei's eyes. Three years have passed, and the woman's soft figure in blue clothes is still clearly visible in the minds of the two, and the intense pain and burning emotions continue to rise in the hearts of the family of three. But in the blink of an eye, it felt so far away. The two children in an ordinary city feel that the future is bleak, and the hope of rescuing the woman is like reaching out to pick the stars in the sky, which is always so out of reach.

"Big brother! You wake up, there is no point in deceiving yourself like this. I'm sure you know it all in your heart. Ling Youyou said.

In Ling Ying's small courtyard, time passed minute by minute, and Ling Youyou helped Ling Ying with acupuncture and moxibustion. Then they also went out together to spread gossip on the forest road on the outskirts of the Ling family. After returning to the courtyard, Yuewei told Ling Ying the story, while Ling Yun moved up and helped Ling Ying clean and tidy up the house. Ling Youyou left in the evening, while Ling Yun Yuewei stayed in the small courtyard, and Ling Yun took out the book "Xingluo Chess Book" given to him by the old man of chess and slowly studied it.

This chess book looked like an ordinary star chess book, and Ling Yun didn't find any way to practice soul art before and after. Although there was no way to practice soul arts, it did not reduce Ling Yun's enthusiasm for reading books, first, because the old man did not clearly explain that he would teach Ling Yun the secret of soul art cultivation. In other words, when you get to the old man's house, maybe there will be a second test. Maybe it's the knowledge written in this book.

Second, after this book was opened, Ling Yun was already deeply attracted by this book, and Ling Yun had never heard of all the various star chess moves in it. And there are even some ways to think in the book in chess, which is very beneficial to Ling Yun. Time flies by as it comes and goes. The night was getting deeper, and I thought I had important things to do tomorrow. He put down the book, closed his eyes, continued to repair his mental strength, and gradually fell asleep.

Ling Yun woke up from the house in the early morning, after a night's rest, the fatigue in his mind had completely disappeared, he got up from the bed and prepared to go to the old man's house to ask for advice on how to practice soul arts.

Yesterday, he had sent a maid in Ling Ying's courtyard to find out the specific location of the old man's house, and he and Yue Wei came to the front of the house where the old man lived after a little tidying up. Although the house is not magnificent, the air around it is fresh, and it should also be a good feng shui treasure.

Knock knock!

It was the sound of Ling Yun knocking on the door.

After a short time, the boy in the Taoist robe opened the door from the inside, he squinted his eyes, and before the door was fully opened, the voice came from the door, the voice was very immature and sharp, and when he heard it, he knew that it was a young child: "What's the matter?" The old man said that he would not play chess, so let's go. ”

The door was completely opened, and a six- or seven-year-old child wearing a gray-black robe stood in front of the door, he opened the door with one hand, and put the other hand in the pocket of the robe as if he had posed himself inside the door. It is also familiar when you look at it, it is the boy standing behind the old man in the West Market, maybe he has been restrained behind the old man for too long, and his posture seems a little bohemian when he is alone.

Ling Yun arched his hand to him and said respectfully: "Brother Tongzi, Ling Yun is here, he is the one who won the chess game the day before yesterday, please help me inform me." ”

"Big brother? What's the big brother? Do I look that old? This morning, for no reason, I grew more than ten years old, which is really unlucky. The boy was quite dissatisfied when he heard Ling Yun's honorific title, and he pointed at Ling Yun and asked loudly.

"Hmmm..."Ling Yun scratched his head, is it wrong for me to casually say an honorific title? He stood there torn between what he was going to do to satisfy the boy.

"I'm an invincible little chess saint in heaven and earth, remember, you have to call me a little chess saint when you see me, but if I hear a big word again, be careful that I turn my face with you." The boy crossed his waist and protested loudly again.

"The person is not very old, but his tone is not small, and he is also a little chess saint, I see that you didn't have any skills in the West Market before, except for serving tea and water." Seeing that the child looked like he was underbeaten, Yuewei walked up and said to him in an unkind tone.

"Ah, it turned out to be the beautiful sister of that day, are you against my title of little chess saint?" He lowered his head and thought for a moment before coming back to his senses, revealing an expression of sudden realization. "Well, it doesn't matter if the chess master is a chess master or not." He turned his head to look at Ling Yun: "Bad luck ghost, when you see me in the future, you must call me the little chess saint to hear?" ”

Without waiting for Ling Yun to answer, he looked at Ling Yuewei with a flattering smile: "As for the beautiful sister, you can call it whatever you want, anyway, as long as you call my name, I, Wang Xiaoer, will also be very happy." He turned around and ran to the backyard on his own, singing that ugly and bullshit song.

"Today is a good day, although there is an unlucky ghost, but it doesn't matter if the little chess saint is there, and there is a beautiful sister to accompany him." He ran happily to the backyard, apparently reporting the news.

Lingyun: "......"

Ling Yuewei: "......"

Ling Yuewei's creamy face also showed a hint of helplessness. She slowed down and said, "Usually following the chess saint's predecessor without saying a word, did you drive him crazy?" ”

"That's how it should be." Ling Yun gave an affirmative answer on the side.

After a while, the boy came out of it again: "Master, please come in." Go to the back, pretty sister, don't get too far away from me. ”

"This is also the arrangement of the predecessors of the chess master?" The child's first impression on Ling Yuewei was not very good, and his words were very strange.

"It's not the arrangement of the predecessor of the chess saint, but the arrangement of the little chess saint, the little chess saint just has a little selfishness and wants to be closer to the beautiful sister."

A layer of frost appeared on Yuewei's face, but he didn't attack immediately, today is an important matter to ask the old man, after all, it's just a child, there is really no need to be angry.

"No, brother, you go ahead." Ling Yuewei said to Ling Yun with a cold face.

Ling Yun was just about to move forward but was stopped by the little boy: "No, no, can't this little wish satisfy Wang Xiaoer?" He leaned forward towards Ling Yuewei's weak and boneless body, and his nose gently sniffed the jasmine-like fragrance on Ling Yuewei's body. The head fell forward, and if nothing else, it would have landed in an instant, on top of Ling Yuewei, who was close to sixteen years old, who had just developed half of his chest.

"Smack!"

An ice blue sword aura condensed above the gate and smashed towards the little boy's body. If you can't bear it, you don't need to endure it anymore. Even so, Ling Yuewei focused on the overall situation, but he still didn't put too much weight on it. In the face of a child who looked six or seven years old, she only used less than one percent of her strength, if she hurt the little boy, she was afraid that it would not end well, but if she didn't teach him a little lesson, she was really angry.

"Murder! Kill! The boy screamed like a pig. Yue Wei just sent out the sword move and regretted it, what if he really hurt this little boy? If the chess saint seniors blame me for this, wouldn't it be a burden to my brother.

But just seeing the tragic screaming on the boy's lips, his body fell backwards, his body was extremely flexible, and when the ice blue sword qi was about to hit his head, he leaned back, and his body fell directly to the ground and easily defused Ling Yuewei's attack. It seems that even the boy around the old man has a good ability to protect himself.

The boy got up from the ground and muttered, "Don't do it, although it's still beautiful, Wang Xiaoer will be a little scared." ”

Ling Yun approached the mansion first, and he took the boy who had just stood up in his hand. "Lead the way." He said.