A high mountain rises in a sea of clouds. The pine and cypress forests are lush and green, winding up the ridge. The mountain stream flows, and there is a sound. There are many strange rocks and cliffs. There is an ancient road that runs between the peaks, with layers of stone steps, slowly ascending, like a jade belt across the entire mountain. The sea of clouds is surging, stirring up layers of clouds, and the sunlight reflects the colorful glow. The breeze is coming, and the sound of pine and cypress waves is gusting. The sound of cranes resounding through the peaks and valleys.

On a mountain cliff, an old man with white hair and white beard, his knees crossed, his hands clasped in front of his arms, his eyes closed, and he said loudly: "The beginning of the nameless heaven and earth; Therefore, there is always no desire, in order to observe its wonder, and there is always desire, in order to observe its subtlety. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders...... "The old man's voice is not very high, but the sound is up and down the cliff. The cliffs below the cliff are horizontal, and they go down layer by layer. On this cliff, there are many men and women sitting, lying, or standing, some closing their eyes and contemplating, some chanting in their mouths, some looking into the distance, some playing with flowers and plants, all with strange postures. Suddenly, a man in a green robe stepped on colorful auspicious clouds and slowly came. A foot in front of the white-haired old man, the colorful auspicious clouds under his feet gradually faded, and finally landed on a piece of bluestone. He bowed down and said, "Uncle Shi, the head is looking for you." The old man just hummed softly and continued. The man in the green robe bowed and said, "The master and nephew have retired." With that, colorful clouds appeared under his feet, slowly floating away. The men and women under the cliff were all surprised. The old man suddenly stopped speaking, sighed lightly, and said: "The Tao is natural, and the Tao is permanent." "I didn't see the figure moving, but I had already flown far away, but I couldn't see it for a moment.

The men and women on the cliff seemed to have stabbed a bird's nest, and there was an uproar. A man with a mole on the corner of his eyebrows said: "It was the eldest disciple of the master who came just now, and his cultivation was really good, and he actually condensed colorful auspicious clouds. A man in a blue robe said, "His cloud is too small, that is, the beginning." The man with a mole on the corner of his eyebrows said angrily: "You give us a colorful auspicious cloud to try!" The man in the blue robe whispered: "Am I just talking, why are you angry?" The man who seemed to be very afraid of the mole on the corner of his eyebrows actually took a few steps back and hid behind others as he spoke. There was a teenager with shallow dimples on his face, and he said innocently: "I don't know what the master is looking for the master to do? The man with the mole on his eyebrows said, "The little kid is nosy." The young man with dimples on his face blushed angrily and said, "I'm not a little brat. Senior Brother Zhao, you will bully people. The man with a mole on the corner of his eyebrows laughed and said, "Oh, Junior Brother Li is actually angry." You're a little kid, and you still don't admit it?" The man with the mole on the corner of his eyebrows deliberately added the word "small" in front of his junior brother, which made the young man with dimples on his face even more sullen, snorted, and stood aside but stopped talking. These men and women are all disciples of Qingyun Peak of Jiuding Sect, and they are here today to listen to the master's teachings. The man with a mole on the corner of his eyebrows is called Zhao Youdao, and he is a senior brother. The man with dimples on his face is called Li Yipeng, and he is a junior brother. Zhao Youdao felt a little stupid when he saw that everyone didn't speak, so he pretended to ponder and said, "Master may have to go out again." Several men and women gathered around themselves again and asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, how do you know?" Zhao Youdao smiled and said, "Guess." "Cut!" several people let out contemptuous voices at the same time, and walked away from the distance.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man was playing chess with a square-faced man like a crown of jade on a laurel tree. The white-haired and white-bearded old man said, "Senior Brother in charge, I don't know what to tell this time?" The man who only saw him raised his head, he was about fifty years old, much younger than the white-haired and white-bearded old man, and said slowly: "The five-hundred-year period is here again, and the inheritance of the Tianmai Star Book is imminent. The white-haired and white-bearded old man sighed and said, "There are thousands of disciples in the sect, but none of them can understand the mysteries. The Tianmai Star Book appears once in 500 years, and I don't know if there are any disciples who can comprehend the wonderful meaning of it this time?" The old man with a face like a crown of jade said: "I took a hexagram today, and found that Fenglong County in the Dragon Dynasty was at the peak of star energy, and it was faintly consistent with the reappearance of the star book. I want you to go there and have some light, maybe you can find someone who is destined. The white-haired old man was stunned and said, "Senior brother, is it saying that the heirs of the Star Book are in the mortal dust?" The old man with a face like a crown of jade stroked his chin and smiled: "The sky is boundless, inexplicable." The white-haired old man seemed to suddenly open his mind, and said with a smile: "It's me who is persistent." I don't know when I will go?" said the old man with a face like a crown of jade: "In three days, the star book will come out, and you will go with the star book then." The Star Book can be present in the Immortal Mountain for one year, and in the mortal dust it is three years, and you only have two years in the mortal dust. ”

The Dragon Dynasty coincided with the prosperity of the era, which was an era of belief in the gods. The dragon is regarded by them as an auspicious thing, worshiped as a god, and the emperor even compares himself to the true dragon son of heaven. There are dragon king temples everywhere in the court, and men and women often ask for signs and pray for blessings, and pray for wind and rain and incense are prosperous. An old man with white hair and white beard suddenly appeared in Fenglong County, the dragon dynasty set up a chess arena outside the dragon king temple in the east of the city, and invited people to play chess with him every day, as long as he won him, he would give ten taels of silver, and he didn't have to pay if he lost. For a while, there were a lot of idle wanderers in the city, all wanting to win some silver taels for nothing, but hated that the old man's chess game was a Zhenlong endgame that was very difficult to crack, and after some time, these wanderers saw that there was no hope and did not come again. But the wonder of the Zhenlong endgame was spread out, and unconsciously attracted some children of wealthy nobles to come to the game. The white-haired old man treats each other respectfully, regardless of whether he is high or low, and the rules he sets are never broken. It has been more than a year since the cold and summer came, and the old man has never stopped playing chess, but no one has been able to win against him.

One day, when the flow of people was prosperous, a brocade sedan chair stopped in front of the Dragon King Temple, and a beautiful woman in her thirties and a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old came down. Looking at the dress of this entourage, you can know that it is a member of the Luo family of Fenglong County. This beautiful woman's name is Russell, and the boy she is carrying is her only son, named Yang Chen. Yang Chen's father was originally a heroic man in the rivers and lakes, but he was killed by someone because of the grievances of the rivers and lakes. Russell had no choice but to live in his parents' home. Today is the death day of Yang Chen's father, so he came to pray for blessings. When you walk into the Dragon King Temple, you will see a crowd of people, with many men and women waiting in line. The tall and majestic statue of the dragon king sits in the middle of the temple, and the incense burner in front of the statue is filled with smoke. Men and women bowed to the ground, and from time to time they put the lit sandalwood in the incense burner. Russell came here more than once, and when he saw Yang Chen, he couldn't help but think of his father again, with a faint sadness on his face. Although he has lived in his father's house all these years, his parents have taken care of him and Yang Chen, but after all, there is no family affection between husband and wife, father and son. The other uncles, uncles and nephews in the family inevitably looked down on them, but they had nowhere to complain about the misery in their hearts. Fortunately, Yang Chen is well-behaved and intelligent, and he does not cause trouble with those family nephews, so he lives a stable life. Russell was full of sorrow, and when he looked back at Yang Chen, he was gone. But thinking that Yang Chen may think that it is boring to go out to play, Yang Chen has been here many times, and he is not in a hurry to find it, just wait for the blessing to pass and find it. That Yang Chen followed his mother into the Dragon King Temple and saw the crowd boiling, there were happy people, there were sad people, the hustle and bustle was very disturbed, and he saw his mother's face with a sad look, thinking that he was seeing the injury of things, if he waited until the blessing was finished, he didn't know how much time he would have to wait, so he simply ran out secretly to play, and waited for his mother to come out and go back.

Yang Chen came out of the Dragon King Temple, and saw from a distance that there was a chess arena in the east at some point, and several people gathered around with solemn expressions and did not say a word. Yang Chen wanted to see what was going on, but when he came slowly, he saw that in the middle was an old man with white hair and white beard playing against a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, but seeing that the chess game was mysterious and complicated, it was a treasure. The young man held the black chess piece in his hand for a long time and could not make a move. The surrounding onlookers were all attracted by the Zhenlong chess game, and their eyes and eyebrows were confused, as if they were thinking deeply about the chess path. Yang Chen was also self-focused, and after a while, he was fascinated by the Zhenlong chess game. The Luo family is still martial, and the children of the family will practice martial arts since they were young, and after the age of fifteen, they will be sent to a famous school for practice. Russell was afraid that Yang Chen would follow in his father's footsteps and forbade him to practice martial arts, so Yang Chen had never practiced martial arts, so he was ridiculed and despised by many children in the family. Yang Chen had no choice but to concentrate on reading some books to pass the time. Fortunately, the Luo family is a local noble family, and there is a library in the family, and there are all kinds of martial arts classics, literary records, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and medical divination stars, and there is a lot of collection. Over the years, Yang Chen first read books such as literature, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then read books on medicine and astrology, but most of the books in the library were martial arts classics, and in the end, there were no books to read, so he also read the martial arts classics, although he watched them, he never practiced martial arts. But I don't know how many times I've read those books over the years, and I've memorized them all. If you want to talk about hands-on moves, Yang Chen is difficult to beat, but if you talk about martial arts, no one in the Luo family can beat Yang Chen. Those cousins jokingly called him a nerd, and Yang Chen didn't care. The young man who played the game fell a son in the middle of the ring, and he didn't want to lose the first move because of this, and he lost the whole game after losing seven sons in a row. The young man sighed repeatedly, bowed and retreated to the side. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, noncommittal. Another young man sat up to play against the old man, and the old man restored Zhenlong's original appearance and smiled at the chess. In this way, five people have passed in a row, but no one has been able to win. Yang Chen stood aside and meditated silently, but felt that the Zhenlong chess game contained a great mystery, the five elements of heaven and earth, the sun, the moon and the stars were all in this treasure, but he couldn't understand the mystery for a while. was pondering to himself, but when he saw his entourage at home coming to summon him, he had to follow Shi Shiran back.

When Russell saw Yang Chen coming back, he said angrily: "I love to play, and I don't know how to pray for my father's happiness." As he spoke, he burst into tears. Yang Chen said gently: "I have prayed for my father many times in my heart, thinking that my father will hear it. "Hey. Russell sighed softly and stroked Yang Chen's head, and the tears in his eyes did not flow after all.

Since then, Yang Chen has secretly come to watch chess every day, and the old man who plays chess just plays against others every day, and he doesn't pay attention to Yang Chen's daily watching. The autumn wind is getting stronger, and the plane trees around the Dragon King Temple are already golden, as if they were made of gold. Yang Chen has been secretly watching the Zhenlong chess game for more than half a year, although Russell knows that Yang Chen sneaks out to watch chess every day, but he thinks that other children can practice martial arts, and Yang Chen has nothing to do.

The white-haired and white-bearded old man looked at the fallen leaves, and felt lonely. It has been nearly two years since I came here, and nine out of ten of the women and children in Fenglong County have seen them, but after all, they have not found the heirs mentioned in Xingbu. Seeing that the mortal period is approaching, I have the heart to return.

One day, the wind swept the clouds, the fallen leaves danced with the wind, and then the light rain dripped down. The people who came to the Dragon King Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings shouted and scattered one after another. The old man was brewing a pot of tea and quietly savoring the artistic conception of the autumn rain, but saw a thin figure flash in. When I looked at it, it was Yang Chen, who came to watch chess every day. The robe on Yang Chen's body was already wet, and there was still water on his forehead. Yang Chen wiped the rain from his face and asked, "Is the old man still playing chess today?" The old man smiled: "It's raining today, I don't think anyone will come." Yang Chen came every day, but he had never played against each other, and when he saw Yang Chen dressed in brocade, he thought that the rich son of a family was used to being idle, but he was also surprised that he came every day in the cold and summer. Some time ago, I carefully observed Yang Chen, but I saw that the bones were strange, and he was humble and kind, and he had already moved his heart to love talents, and he had long wanted to make a good fortune and accept him as a disciple, but he never found an opportunity. Seeing Yang Chen's disappointed face, the old man smiled and said: "Xiaoyou comes every day, I want to come and study chess skills, there is no one today, why don't we play a game?" Yang Chen whispered: "This game of Zhenlong chess is deeply mysterious, the kid has never dared to play against him, if the old man doesn't abandon the kid, he should try his best." ”

The old man smiled: "Come on." The Zhenlong chess game had already been set up, and Yang Chen sat opposite and held the sunspot. Yang Chen has watched Zhenlong's chess game for more than half a year, and Zhenlong's pondering and research has also passed half a year, during which he has a lot of experience. The white-haired old man smiled with a smile in his eyes, and step by step, Zhenlong seemed to have cracked. With the increase of the fall, the speed of the fall is also getting slower and slower, each son has to wait for a long time before falling, the sunset of the West Mountain, at this time the rain has stopped, and the colorful clouds are all over the West Sky.

The four corners of the chessboard have been dominated by Yang Chen, only the middle game is entangled, and the old man is firmly guarded. At this time, Yang Chen was already tired, for half a year, this Zhenlong by Yang Chenyan is the meaning of the astrological signs, the four corners of the chessboard imply the green dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, the Xuanwu potential, the green dragon key has thirty sub-masters, the white tiger has forty-seven sub-masters, the Vermilion Bird has fifty-nine sub-masters, and the Xuanwu has twenty-five sub-masters, as long as the four elephants on the chessboard occupy the four corners of the winning side, but this middle game occupies a lot of intertwined roots, but for a while I can't think of a way to crack it.

The old man saw that Yang Chen looked tired, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou is not in a hurry, it is better to drink a cup of tea to refresh yourself, and eat some snacks before serving." Saying that, the old man made a cup of tea from his teapot and gave it to Yang Chen, and brought over a plate of osmanthus cake. In the past, the tea used by the old man was different from that given to others, Yang Chen was addicted to the chessboard, he had not noticed this section, and he was a little hungry in his stomach, his eyes were still staring at the chessboard, and he picked up a piece of pastry and ate it, feeling that the pastry had a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, which was a local characteristic. After eating a few bites of pastry, I felt thirsty, so I picked up the teacup and drank it, but I knew that there was very little tea in the teacup, and I drank it all in one sip. But the tea taste is fresh, the mouth is fragrant, and the bottom of the tongue is full of relish. Still lacking, he raised his eyes to look at the old man. The old man shook his head slightly, and actually made some more for Yang Chen, but only a small bite. Yang Chen said in his heart: "This old man is stingy, but he doesn't want to give more tea." Although there was a deficiency in his heart, he still drank the tea in one gulp, and watched chess intently. After a while, I felt a clear stream swimming in my body, not only did my tiredness disappear, but I also felt clear.

After an hour, Yang Chen never had a son, at this time, on the treetops of the moon, a ray of clear light fell down and shone on the chessboard, but I saw that the chessboard was smooth and clear like a gem in the moonlight, and the chess pieces on the chessboard also emitted a faint silver light. After thinking about it to no avail, I looked up and saw that a full moon was hanging high, bright and bright. The starlight around them twinkled, like countless pairs of eyes staring. There are some dark shadows on the moon, and the shadows are not clear.

Yang Chen's heart was moved, and he thought: "There is Chang'e on the moon, Chang'e lives in the Moon Palace, and the Moon Palace is in the center of the moon star, and this treasure seems to be faintly compatible." "The mystery that could not be understood for a long time is like a river bursting its embankment at this time, and thoughts are surging like a stream. After a careful look at the middle game, I thought about the chess path, and the white-haired old man was smiling at first, and then seemed to be ecstatic, and finally showed a look of surprise.

The method of cracking used by Yang Chen was unexpected, the mystery of this Zhenlong has always been hidden in the sect, and every time the Star Book appears, the method of Zhenlong cracking will appear on the Star Stone, but this time the method used by Yang Chen is not only very different, but also seems to contain infinite meaning. When Yang Chen dropped the last chess piece, the smooth and transparent chessboard suddenly glowed, like the moonlight.

The chessboard was in full bloom, and the chess pieces on the chessboard suddenly changed, only to see the black and white chess pieces flying, and in an instant the chessboard and chess pieces outlined a gorgeous picture. The glowing chessboard is like opening an ancient door, filled with the breath of ancient vastness, faintly seeing a brilliant sea of stars, a star in the center sends out a cold Qinghua, the golden palace stands on it, the silver cinnamon swaying, and the sound of the piano is melodious. The oriental dragon soared, the dragon chanted for nine days, and the clouds surged. The white tiger in the west is soaring, the tiger roars, and the wind gusts. The southern vermilion bird flies in the fire, and the northern turtle and snake coil and churn. Just as he was surprised, the chessboard, chess pieces, and chess jars suddenly turned into a streamer and rushed into Yang Chen's eyebrows and disappeared.