A flat boat, quietly floating on the lake.

"I don't think I've been here in a long time......"

Xia Zhician stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the smooth water like a mirror, watching the long blue water flowing in front of him.

He sighed a little.

Since he accidentally lost the wine gourd on this lake, he has spent a long time looking for the magic weapon that cannot be replaced, but the result is nothing.

Later, because of the heavy dossier and the depleting true qi, he never came again.

Without true qi, he is just a mortal.

It's no wonder that the Chimei Daoist looks down on himself, you said that we are all cultivators from famous and upright families, but everyone is at least a beginner cultivator, and what about themselves......

"Looking for a needle in a haystack, I don't know if it will work......

Xia Zhician picked up the fishing rod he had just prepared from the boat, and he didn't prepare the bait, he didn't plan to come fishing, he was going to fish today.

I lost my Dao heart.

……

On the Sleepy Dragon Mountain, there is no end to the chess game of four people.

The old man who holds black, the man who holds red, the young man who holds white, and the child who holds green.

The four colored chess pieces are constantly fighting and devouring each other on the chessboard, but they are like several different colors of water, no matter how magnificent they are, they can't escape this chessboard.

The old man with the sunspot seemed to be asleep, and he leaned sideways on the bamboo chair, snoring with his mouth open.

Only the right hand holding the chess piece is still raised to the side normally.

Although the other three people had different expressions, they surprisingly did not disturb the old man's sleep, and the battle on the chessboard continued.

The black pieces did not increase, so they were constantly devoured by the other three kinds of pieces, and I saw that there were fewer and fewer places on the chessboard that belonged to the black pieces.

But when the number of pieces on the chessboard is reduced to a certain number, it is like a scrawny bullied retreating to a corner, and there is no way back.

But the three violent pawns found that their opponent had turned from a weak and bully mass of loose sand into a hard and rugged reef.

No matter what kind of rough waves, they can't cause any damage to it.

"Haha, what a good move, to put it mildly, it's already invincible......"

The middle-aged man holding the red chess piece stroked his palm and smiled, and his red son was the first to stop the pursuit of the sunspot and turn to the other two.

"Humph! It's just a turtle with a shrunken head. ”

The boy with the white son still wants to fight again, but all his attacks have no effect on those sunspots, and now he has to face the invasion of the red son.

"Huh? Why not......"

The cyan pieces subconsciously dodged back, leaving the fight on the board to white and red, so that they could let go of their hands and feet for a duel.

The young child pouted and threw the chess pieces in his hand into the box, making a clicking sound.

Although he couldn't understand the rules on the chessboard, he could always rely on the position that was most beneficial to him by directly falling, so he could compete with the other three families.

Now he has nothing to do with black.

can only play a child's temper, his big eyes have condensed fog, almost crying, tears in the eye sockets keep rolling.

But the man and the boy were fighting on the chessboard, and neither the man nor the teenager noticed.

Baizi's attack is more awe-inspiring, so at present, the teenager has the upper hand, but the man's red son is not much behind, his chess pieces are always very cohesive, no matter how many times they are scattered by the teenager, they can quickly reassemble.

"Young man, don't be so anxious, your chess is sharp, but it is easy to expose your intention to attack, so I can prepare in advance."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to care about winning or losing on the chessboard, and he painstakingly taught the boy how to play chess.

"Less nonsense, fight to the death!"

The boy snapped, his face that had been tense just stretched into a smile, and then it seemed that he had won the battle.

On the chessboard, it has changed when the middle-aged man nags.

The young Baizi successfully forced Hongzi into a corner, so that the other party had no chance to escape, and could only choose to compete with him head-on.

Bai Zi launched a charge as always, and Hongzi, who had no way to retreat, suddenly separated from the middle, like a bloody mouth with sharp teeth exposed.

The white pieces were all wrapped in, and in the end they could only be consumed little by little in the siege of the red pieces.

"You!"

The young man slapped the table and looked at the smiling middle-aged man in front of him.

Looking at the young man who was lured into the trap by himself little by little and didn't know it, he thought that his victory was in sight.

The middle-aged man smiled but did not speak.

But his joy didn't last long, and suddenly a bunch of green chess pieces came in from a corner that he hadn't found, and tore a hole in the trap he had laid with red chess.

Already one of the few white pieces managed to escape by taking this opportunity.

"Little one, you actually helped him?"

The child pouted, looked at the middle-aged man and the boy who were also surprised, and said with a serious face:

"Master said that you can't see others being bullied and be indifferent......

"But you've just thrown in the towel."

The rules in Go are that when you are supposed to play, throw the pieces you have already held in your hand back into the box, and this act means that you have admitted defeat.

"But...... This is not Go. ”

The child was right, the game of chess played by the four of them could have countless names, but it was not Go.

"You ......"

Sometimes, only the innocence of a child can defeat the careful calculation of a middle-aged man.

He didn't expect that he would actually fall into this place, and it seems that the first person to quit on this chessboard is not necessarily who.

"Even if the two of you join forces, the sum of the chess pieces is just the same as mine, so the chances of winning are slim."

Although the middle-aged man did not eat all the white pieces as planned, he now counted the most remaining chess pieces on the chessboard, and naturally the possibility of winning was the greatest.

"Humph! That doesn't have to be ......."

The boy climbed on top of the table with his hands and feet, and instead of trying to fiddle with the chessboard, he put his two fat little hands on his mouth to make a trumpet shape.

The immature voice shouted:

"Grandpa, grandpa, wake up quickly! Wake up and beat up our uncle with us......"

"I'm a bad uncle......"

The middle-aged man only smiled at the child's words, and treated them as childish words.

The snoring old man showed no signs of waking up, and he didn't even wipe the saliva from the side of his mouth.

"Old Grandpa!!"

The child shouted with all his strength.

"Uh......"

The old man seemed to hear it, so he turned over in a daze, and even wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't open his eyes, smacked his mouth a few times, and fell asleep again.

"Little Four...... You can do it...... Master believes in you......"

The old man even said a few intermittent dream words, and he didn't know if he was really asleep dreaming, or if there was some other mystery.

……

"Little Four...... You can do it...... Master believes in you......"

Xia Zhicicada, who was fishing with a fishing rod, seemed to hear something, suddenly raised his head, and searched back and forth around him.

Just now, following the sound of the wind, it seems that I heard the voice of my master.

It's been a long time since I've been back to Longshan, and I haven't seen Master for a long time. Since leaving the capital, the young Xia Zhician has been living with his master on the Sleepy Dragon Mountain, for more than ten years, that may be his most leisurely years.

With the guidance of the master and the love of the senior brother, every day is to eat, sleep and read. At the time, it was extremely boring, but now I can recall some happy things.

"I've been persevering for almost a month, and I'm working hard from the perspective of an ordinary person, except for rescuing Nan Er, I rarely use True Qi......"

The water is calm, and the cold wind of late autumn is blowing gently.

The slight chill made Xia Zhician feel more and more that he was just an ordinary person. In fact, he has never been able to accept such a gap, after all, he used to be a spirit officer who subdued demons and subdued demons.

As long as there is a wine gourd to provide true qi, he can easily subdue demons and subdue demons, even if he encounters a very tricky monster, the magic weapon on his body can definitely save his life.

Looking back now, he realized many of his previous shortcomings.

Including because of the entanglement of people doing evil and demons doing evil, and losing the Dao heart that he has always adhered to.

Xia Zhician deliberately changed his clothes today and wore the most ordinary cotton clothes.

The damaged black and white robe was still in tatters because it had not been repaired by true qi. He even took off the golden crown and jade today, and now he was dressed exactly like everyone who walked by the roadside.

He grabbed the bamboo fishing rod and watched the slender fishing line drift in the autumn breeze.

The fishing rod was made by himself, and there was no shortage of bamboo in the bamboo forest courtyard anyway. So he found a root of about the same length, cut it with a wood knife, and simply made it into a fishing rod.

There is no fish to bite the hook because he has no bait to lure the fish to bite the hook, or even a hook.

At the end of the slender hemp silk fishing line, a stone of suitable size and shape was carefully selected by Xia Zhicicada.

Yes, stones.

I heard that there was a sage in ancient times, who used to have white hair and was still fishing at the water's edge and waiting for the Ming monarch, and then by chance, he assisted two generations of sages to achieve a great career.

Of course, it was a story a long time ago, and Xia Zhicicada naturally could not become the sage in the story, and his fishing rod was not for fishing princes.

He fished for his own Dao Heart, and if he lost it on this lake, he would naturally find it back in this lake.

Thinking like this in my heart, I suddenly felt the bamboo pole in my hand sink, and then I saw that the hemp silk fishing line was tightened.

Ripples rippled on the surface of the lake.

Xia Zhician clenched the fishing rod in disbelief, he actually didn't know how to fish, so he could only pull and pull hard.

"Got a fish?"