In this game, Mr. Chess followed Lin Jiang's other train of thought and continued to fall, and sure enough, the white chess was broken by a move to break the original heavy surrounding, but was choked by the throat of the black chess, leaving only a few steps to go, but it was also a dead end, so he had to let the black chess slaughter.

"Senior brother's chess skills are really superb, and the master's black-and-white game in these few moves also made me feel enlightened, and I suddenly became a lot more enlightened." Yang Si Si was amazed at this game of chess, if it was placed in the chess hall in the county, I am afraid that no one could compare with it.

It's really a great game.

The gentleman suddenly covered his chess, and his broad palm covered half of the chessboard. He breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had just experienced a fierce battle, and at this moment his heart was much more relaxed, and his mood was clear.

"Come with me." Fang Baicao got up and led the two into his library.

The nomination plaque of the book pavilion is engraved with gilt with the four characters of "Wen Yi Carries the Dao", just by observing it from a distance, you can feel a vast atmosphere of endless learning.

This plaque is really atmospheric. Yang saw such a delicate object for the first time in four years, and naturally there was nothing comparable to it in his already depressed home, and perhaps this plaque alone was enough for him to spend several months.

Thinking of this, Yang Sinian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and didn't dare to look at it more, for fear that he would have bad thoughts in his heart.

The rules of the library are not far behind the churches of the scholars, and they are even a few feet larger.

I had heard that Mr. was a book-loving person, and when I saw his book cabinet today, it was not surprising that there were thousands of books in it, and how neatly placed they were.

The bookshelves are clean and new inside and out, and Mr. should have the habit of cleaning the library every day.

There are three rows of bookshelves inside and outside, and the books in the outer three rows are the famous books used by Mr. Weekdays to tutor students, and the three rows of bookshelves are not ordinary wood, but are dyed with a layer of gilded fine mahogany.

Obviously, the collection of books in the three rows here is what Mr. attaches the most importance to.

The gentleman did not let the two apprentices wait outside the door, but let them enter the pavilion with him, and let them understand the true meaning of the pavilion while following him to find books.

Yang Si was a fledgling at the beginning of the year, not to mention that he realized the true meaning, and he couldn't even see any clues in it, but he just stupidly followed the senior brother and master to walk aimlessly, as if he was just here to watch the scenery.

Seeing the inconvenience of his senior brother, Yang Sisi took the initiative to push the cart for him, especially when he crossed the threshold of the library, he used his arms to drive the body he was holding with both hands, and lifted the senior brother like a lever to send him inside.

Lin Jiangbei thanked him solemnly, and then looked at the decoration in the library with great energy.

When he approached the pavilion, the moment he crossed the threshold, he noticed the instant stagnation of the air, and then his eyes flashed, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart, this is a great opportunity, and he must seize it.

From the moment Lin Jiangbei entered the Book Pavilion, Yang Sisi noticed that his eyes had been closed, and the wheelchair was completely handed over to Yang Sisi to take the helm, as if he had entered a strange state.

"Master, senior brother, this is?" Yang Sisi's voice was not loud, but every word was enough to be heard and heard.

The master put his right index finger in front of his lips and motioned for Yang Sinian to silence.

Then Yang Sisi heard the master's voice in his mind, "This is the flow of the heart, it belongs to the opportunity of Jiang Bei, your Taoism is not enough, and you can't feel it for the time being." ”

"But you don't have to worry, it won't be long before you become enlightened." Mr. added, as if to comfort Yang for four years.

A breath exhaled from Yang Sinian's nose, and he soothed his mood. Compared with the chance of his senior brother, he was more surprised by the master's ability, this kind of ability to transmit sound in people's minds he had only heard in the story of Mr. Storyteller, and now he experienced it first-hand, and he was really amazed.

It's a pity that the gentleman didn't let him speak, otherwise he would have shouted out by this time.

The gentleman took out two books from the gilt bookshelf, one was wrapped in golden oiled paper, and the texture was not bad, except that the cover was a little wrinkled, and even the pages were damaged, but it did not hinder reading. This is "Little Magical Power"

The other is a brand new kraft book, only the footer has a slight upturned trace, probably Mr. often reads, the name is "Wuding Quenching Yuanlu", this name is much more than the little god style, but I don't know what it is talking about.

The gentleman gave Yang four years of both books, and asked him to read one of the "Little Magical Powers" by himself, and if he didn't understand something, he could ask him for advice, and when he was familiar with it, he would burn it clean with a fire, and then he would teach him by word and deed, telling him how to practice.

The other is for him to wait until Lin Jiang wakes up and hand it over to him personally, and he will practice it on his own.

Practicing on your own, is the Tao of the senior brother so high? Yang Si Si was quite curious, but he didn't dare to ask more, after all, each has its own chances, and it is not up to him to decide who is born with talent.

So what is the situation of your qualifications? Yang Si Si began to figure out himself.

But judging from Mr.'s attitude towards himself, maybe it's not optimistic? After thinking alone, Yang Si Si suddenly felt powerless, so he still couldn't bear to ask the gentleman who was sipping tea.

"First ······ Master, you have great discernment, and the disciple has a question that I would like to ask you for. Yang Sinian bowed his body, and his head looked up from time to time to glance at Mr.'s movements, and he lifted it three times in a row, but he didn't see Mr. say anything.

Just as he opened his mouth to repeat it, he suddenly saw Mr. get up, make a cup of tea for the four years, roll up his long sleeves, and bring the tea to the four years, "It's cold, drink hot tea to warm up." ”

Yang Si Si didn't know what he meant, but he did as Mr. said, he stretched out his hands to the cup, and just now he was against the mouth of the cup, but he was stopped by Mr. coughing.

"Hold this position, don't move." The gentleman took the teapot, pointed the mouth of the teapot at the teacup, and the hot tea poured out, filling the teacup, which was only seven points full.

"Sir, this?" Yang Sinian didn't finish speaking, but he saw that the teapot in Mr. Wang's hand was still pouring water into the teacup.

"Silence, keep covering it, don't let go."

The steaming heat rushed to his face, and the water in the teacup quickly poured out, and his back was suddenly wet with tea in all directions.

Yang Sisi's fingers first felt the warmth coming from the inside out of the teacup, but soon, as the pouring tea dripped onto his fingertips, it was hot and fast, and it was unbearable.

For a moment, he couldn't even stop his hand and wanted to let go of the teacup immediately, then find a cold water everywhere and stretch his hand in. The face was hideous, the corners of the mouth were half-grinning, a "hiss" moan came from the mouth, and the right cheek trembled slightly.

It's hot, it's hot.

But he did not shrink his hand, but obeyed Mr. and firmly held the cup.

The water in the pot continued to pour into the teacup, and then dripped down the mouth of the cup and fell onto Yang Sinian's fingers, and finally swept his fingers and fell to the neat tabletop, all of which merged into the tray on the table, and poured out a square layer of water mirror from the tray drop by drop.

"Master, hiss, aren't you okay?" Yang Sinian couldn't bear it a little, his hands covering the teacup had begun to tremble, and he couldn't stop shaking even with his entire arm, and the expression on his face was even more ugly.

The gentleman remained indifferent, and continued to pour water until all the water in the pot was emptied, and the tray could not hold tea, and the table was full of water. The extra tea will fall down the cracks and textures of the table to the wooden couch, and finally burrow into the cracks and merge into the ground.

At this time, Yang Sinian's face was already flushed, and his hands were already red from the hot tea, and even slowly emitted white green smoke, soaring, and finally fell into the invisible air.

"Division······ Fu, what does this mean? His lips were white, and he hadn't recovered from the scene he had just seen.

After confirming that there was no water in the pot, the gentleman exhaled, "Drink this tea, remember, you can't move your hands, and don't let the water spill out when you lift it." ”

Yang Si Si was puzzled, stunned, looked at his two hands that were scalded into red potatoes, and couldn't help but ask a question, "Master, can I just bend down and drink?" ”

A bruise suddenly appeared on the gentleman's face, but it quickly disappeared, and he held back his anger and held back two words, "No."

Four years pursed his lips, said a pitiful "oh", and then continued to do as his husband asked.

Yang Sinian's control was in a hurry, and he raised his hand steadily, without the slightest trembling, and his arms were extremely steady, and then he put the cup against his lips and drank it all.

At the beginning of the tea, he only felt that the tip of his tongue was a familiar hot smell, so hot that he lost his sense of taste in a trance, and couldn't help but swallow it into his throat, followed by the redness and swelling of his throat, and the unbearable pain ran through his throat and flowed to his spleen.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for twelve breaths and then disappeared, but he didn't taste what Mr.'s tea tasted like.

"You want to ask what your qualifications are, right? The seventy-two breaths of water poured on your hands just now show that your endurance is extraordinary, and you have one in a thousand bones. Being able to keep the water from spilling into your mouth after that is also well balanced, thanks to the strength of your divine sense, is also outstanding in this aspect. Then you drink it, and the time to digest it is twelve breaths, which is a little slow, and your body is poor. As for the fact that after I asked you to do this, you immediately thought of leaning down to drink tea, which shows that your understanding is good, but it is used in the wrong place. The gentleman analyzed them one by one.

Yang Sisi listened very carefully, and refused to omit word by word, but remembered it clearly, and even enough to recite it, which was also amazing.

"So, master, what is my qualification?" Yang Sinian wanted to know the answer.

The gentleman sold, "Do you really want to know?" ”

"I want to hear about it."

The gentleman waved his robe, and the tea on the coffee table suddenly disappeared as if evaporated, and the wood that had been soaked in tea also became dry and tidy after a wave.

"The qualifications are good, but compared to your senior brother, they are still a little worse."

Yang Sinian frowned, and after a breath, he regained his indifferent expression, nodded slightly, and got up and bowed to Mr.

"Master Xie answers questions."

A smile crossed his face, and he nodded slightly, "Hmm." It's not too early, send your brother back, I have written his address on a piece of paper, and you can deliver it in less than half an hour according to the note. ”

The gentleman handed over the note, paused, suddenly remembered something, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and added: "The root of your senior brother's illness is because of me, and now that he has officially apprenticed, let's treat him, after you send him back, let him take this medicine by himself, one pill a day, or it won't be long before he can walk around." ”

Yang Sinian leaned over to take the medicine bottle and note, carefully put it into his clothes, bowed again, and then pushed Lin Jiang's wheelchair and walked out of the school.

The gentleman watched the two of them disappear until he stood at the door, and when he didn't even see the shadow, his eyes lit up, and the sun that set on the edge of the sky was bright and treacherous.

With a wave of his sleeve, the door closed in the wind, without making the slightest movement.