The visitor saw Xue'er kneeling on the ground, and helped this little girl who became more and more moving with age with both hands. Say: "What's wrong"

"Master, you come with me" It was too late and inconvenient to say it outside, and before the person in front of her could reflect, she took his arm and walked towards the young man's residence behind.

In a hurry, the man dropped the blanket that was gathered outside, revealing a head of silver-white hair. Coupled with this very young face, it makes people feel weird and pity at the same time. People are gray before they get old, and I don't know what this person has experienced. The person who came was the master of the young son, the friend of the Qingyun Sect who introduced him. No one knows what his name is, only that the young man calls him Master Whitehair. He is also Xue'er's master, Xue'er was accepted by him as an apprentice since she was a child, and she also became the young son's accompaniment at a very young age.

When Miss Xue'er brought his master to the young man's side, seeing the scene in front of him, this white-haired master who claimed to have countless experiences also sighed.

Then he smiled and said: "It is worthy of being my apprentice, and he can kill himself in the chessboard when he plays chess."

Xue'er asked puzzledly, "Angry?"

The white-headed master said: "Yes, he may not be able to find an opponent to play chess, play chess with his will, the most difficult thing for people to defeat is himself, so he feels invincible and has nothing to challenge himself, but obviously he has never met an opponent like himself, and he feels that he is powerless to defeat." ”

"What then?" asked Cher anxiously

Although the master came and had the backbone, Xue'er was still very worried, because it was extraordinary for the outside world to interfere, otherwise the people who could directly go mad would collapse in advance. It's like a sleepwalker can't wake up.

The white-haired master first went to the copper basin by the door to wash his hands and clean his face. Slowly walked to the table, shook his sleeves, took out a gray square scarf from his sleeve, and spread it on the table. Then he took out a copper incense burner from his bosom and placed him securely on the scarf. I saw him gently open the incense burner and press the incense ash in the incense burner with a delicate incense ash. He took out a hollow seal with incense ash and pressed it on the incense ash, and a delicate pattern immediately appeared on the incense ash. Look at that pattern like a spell pattern.

Then the white-headed master took out another white jade vial from his chest, and carefully poured out some incense ash from it. Use a spoon to fill in the pattern that has been pressed out of shape little by little. Then ignite. Finally, the lid was closed.

Although I don't know what the master is doing, the incense wafting from the gap in the lotus pattern of the incense burner makes people calm down. It's not ordinary.

And the white-headed master took out a bamboo flute from his sleeve. I put it to my mouth and blew it gently. The music is melodious, as if someone is singing in the emptiness, and it is like a child hearing his mother's call in a dream.

With the burning of incense and the lingering sound of music, the murderous aura sprinkled on the young man's body slowly faded, and his eyes slowly returned to normal. But he still didn't wake up.

The white-headed master finished the song and the incense was burned. I saw that the white-headed master seemed to be tired a lot, took out a white seed, and gently put it on the chessboard, with a clatter.

This sound fell on the chessboard was small, but at this time, thunder exploded in Yan Langye's heart. The world of self that I fell into because of playing chess collapsed in an instant. And he didn't have the previous momentum as support, and the murderous aura of the foreign side just now also overdrew a lot of spirit, and he coughed violently when he first woke up from a dream. After coughing like this, I didn't forget to look at the chessboard again, and only a lone white child was left in the criss-crossing chess game in my consciousness just now, standing alone on the chessboard.

After recovering for a long time, seeing the white-haired white-haired master in front of him, even if he was physically exhausted, he bowed and said, "I have seen the master, thank you this time."

The white-headed master waved his hand: "It's a small thing, it's just that I'm obsessed with playing chess with myself." ”

Hearing the master say this, Langye, who immediately understood, immediately said: "I can't win or lose by myself."

The white-headed master smiled and said: "Don't worry, there will always be a way to get out of your own circle, but your madness this time has already caused fear of mental damage, and it will be difficult to break through the realm by playing chess with yourself." ”

Yan Langye frowned when he heard this, and then loosened his brows and said, "Thank you master this time, otherwise I would be in danger."

"It's not dangerous, maybe it's just a little longer. The white-headed master said indifferently. As he spoke, he collected the incense burner and flute on the table.

Yan Langye, who had just reacted, asked, "Master, why did you come here?"

Hearing the apprentice ask himself this, the white-headed master sighed.

said that he was wandering outside, but he went to a brothel Qinglou with some strength. also said that it was not that he liked that little bit of womanhood, but that he liked the sound of a woman's piano there. As a result, I lived for a month, and found that I had no money for a long time, and a large amount of money was recorded in the account downstairs.

There was no choice but to leave quietly, but the Qinglou was not a good stubble, and a third-grade master was dispatched to hunt down and kill this disciple who drank flower wine and ran away.

And his white head is too distinctive, so he can only flee around wrapped in a blanket, and when he heard that Lang Ye and the Jiang family boy came here for disaster relief, he came to take a look. It's best to find the kid of the Jiang family.

Hearing what happened to the unscrupulous master, Yan Langye laughed and asked Xue'er to call Jiang Chujie.

Jiang Chujie came here and saw this white-haired young man. He also knew this white-haired young man, because he had seen this white-haired master a few years ago. The white-haired master who had just arrived in Anding City was stopped on credit in the restaurant he opened.

Hearing what happened to him, Jiang Gongzi said unceremoniously: "After so many years, this habit has not changed, eating and drinking everywhere, what do you like the sound of other women's pianos, see if you haven't aged much, are you picking yin to supplement yang?"

Looking at it for so many years, although he is much more mature than the previous boys, the white-headed master is indeed very well maintained.

"Jiang Gongzi, you hurry up and give some silver taels, and I will deal with the third-grade master who chased and killed me. The white-headed master looked at Jiang Gongzi and said

"No," Jiang Gongzi said categorically

"Who doesn't know that your family is rich and rivals the country, you shouldn't look at this money"

"Yes, no, now for disaster relief, I have tried all the money I can mobilize to turn into food," Jiang Chujie said with a sincere face

"No matter, you have to help me" Bai Tou Shu played the scoundrel

"Okay, Gongzi Jiang will pass the book out and let the people of the family deal with it, and say that it is my Yan family's Yan Langye who has something to entrust. Yan Langye broke the deadlock and said

With the young son's words, Jiang Chujie naturally would not refuse, after all, this was the Yan family's request, not a request from a white-haired charlatan.

Seeing Jiang Chujie agree, the white-headed master was still not at ease, and he had to watch Jiang Chujie finish writing the letter before stopping.

Jiang Chujie, who couldn't resist him, wrote several letters in a row.

One was to send his family to the brothel to talk about it

The other letter was opened by the brothel owner himself, which roughly said that this person was the son of General Yan, and hoped that it could be calmed down.

The last letter was written to himself in Andingcheng, asking them to prepare silver and go to the brothel to pay the money.

Then he personally handed over these letters to the family members who specialized in delivering letters.

Seeing that Jiang Chujie had done all this, the white-headed master nodded with satisfaction and was about to leave. Yan Langye hurriedly grabbed Shu Shu and asked, "Do you want the master to come with us?"

The white-headed master patted his apprentice and took his hand and said, "I haven't traveled 30,000 miles yet." ”

Hearing this, Yan Langye let go of his hand and watched his master leave in the night. There was a sentence from the back: "The spirit of the sea is overwhelming, just like a tiger lying on a barren hill, lurking minions to endure." ”

For a long time, Yan Langye clasped his fists with both hands and bowed to the end, and said firmly: "The apprentice has failed the master, but the apprentice has been taught." ”

Xue'er was silent in the back, and Jiang Chujie and Fu Yu, who came later, also stood quietly behind Langye Gongzi, without saying a word.

A moment later, when the young man picked up a piece on the ground, he drew a chessboard on the stone pavement. Muttering to himself, saying something confusing. I don't know if I was frightened by the madness of the night or if I had another convulsion, so I turned around and walked away before I finished drawing, without looking at the chessboard he had drawn.

It's just that what everyone doesn't know is that although the young boy's playing chess with himself has been greatly affected, it is not completely without any gains, and the young boy's realm on the chess track has improved again, and the chessboard drawn is no longer seen because the young boy no longer needs the chessboard to play chess.

Black and white is the world

The longitude and latitude are heaven and earth

He has no regrets and is a hero

Poor chessboard without butterflies

When Xue'er came to find the little boy the next day, she woke up only to see that there were only these twenty-eight words left on the table. sighed lightly, waved his hand, and let the maids with their faces and mouthwashes all retreat. And she was going to find that wayward son at this time.

After a little thought, he must have gone there.