The people of Southern Chu are good at chess, and at the peak of their heyday, there were seven people of the Shang family who won the name of the national player at the same time, and they were known as the seven sons of Southern Chu in history.

The Southern Chu Kingdom was destroyed, and the prosperity of the chess path was no longer an inch, and only Shang Xisheng, who was the lowest rank among the seven sons, became famous for the Yongzhou endgame. However, Yongzhou endgame is not famous for Shang Xisheng's superb chess skills, but because the endgame he set up is a dead game, and the person who responds to the game is in the land of four battles, and he has no eyes, no matter how he flashes and moves, he still can't escape the result of being strangled.

Shang Xisheng made a name for himself with a winning game, looking for someone who could break the chess game, countless good players who were good at this way came to challenge but none of them could break it, and then Shang Xisheng made a living by accompanying people to play games on the edge of the teahouse in Yongzhou by crossing the city river, and the endgame was painted on the wall, but no one touched it again after people came and saw this bound defeat chess game.

After a long time, the endgame Shang Xisheng has become a word that people in the chess path use to hurt people.

Who would have thought that the big country that was famous all over the world back then has now become this down-and-out and humiliating appearance.

Early in the morning, as soon as it was dawn, Shang Xisheng came to the teahouse slowly with a branch he had picked up as a crutch from nowhere.

The teahouse is idle, especially on a cold day, if there is a sun, it is really not possible to have empty seats when it comes late, even under the wall outside the teahouse, it will be crowded with a row of old men basking in the sun with their hands in their sleeves.

Shang Xisheng didn't even have half a copper plate on his body, so naturally he didn't go into the teahouse, he just sat under the wall with the endgame painted on it, and after a long time, he knew the strange temper of this old man, and no one would compete with him for that position, but he still came the earliest every day.

The teahouse has made a lot of popular business through the name of the seventh son of Nanchu, and seeing that the old man's life is really pitiful, he gives him three cups of bad wine every day, a piece of cake, as for whether he can mix a full meal, that is the old man's own business.

There are so many people who come to the door every day to play chess, and everyone will not starve to death if they are given a copper plate.

"Yo, Mr. Shang, you're here!"

The teahouse guy also gets up early every day, and the old man is always the first to meet, at first he felt pitiful when he saw his unkempt and shabby appearance, but the old man didn't care about talking to people or playing chess, he still had the posture of a big player a few decades ago, and according to his often ridiculed meaning, this old man still thought that he was the famous seventh son of Nanchu back then, and he had clearly pressed people to the ground and stepped into the mud, and pretended to be in tune.

Even the business of playing chess with others is not good, and the people who came before are still some elegant and famous, even if you kill the people who don't leave a good bad family, you will not be embarrassed by a beggar-like old man, at most it is to make sarcastic and sarcastic words, and when those people no longer feel fresh, they will come again are some ruffians and scoundrels, what chess will they play there, it is nothing more than to spend money to make the old man deliberately lose to them, and it will be face-saving to say it in the future, but the old man admits death, that is, he refuses to secretly release water, and he will tell you the rules and morality when he kills those people who are in a hurryThe fist came up, and he had to spit on the old man before leaving. It's really hard for the old man to be able to endure it today.

"Well, here we are. ”

Shang Xisheng still had the bruises on his face that he had beaten before, but he still tried to walk steadily, and greeting the teahouse guys was also according to Nan Chu's etiquette, and he thought that his identity was superior, but he just glanced at it with his eyes and responded with a mouth.

The man knew that the old man had such a temper, and he didn't bother with him too much.

When the old man seriously sorted out his tattered robe and sat down, the man brought three cups of white wine and a plate of side dishes.

In the afternoon, the sun is getting high, and the inside and outside of the teahouse are a little lively.

"Elder Shang, you haven't eaten for several meals, I brought you a cake from home, can you taste it?"

Older people miss the old, and now there are still many old people in Nanchu who think that they are still Nanchu people who refuse to bow their heads, but Nanchu has long since gone to the general trend, and what can Qiyuan people do with their old arms and legs?

An old man surnamed Nansu, who came almost every day, is said to have been a Wenchen of Southern Chu, and he also became a common man after the destruction of Southern Chu and lived a poor life.

Shang Xisheng's status among them is still there, and he can't bear to watch Shang Xisheng suffer, so he brought bread from home, no matter how virtuous he is, he has to fill his stomach.

Shang Xisheng just sat in front of the chessboard and said nothing, indifferent to the kindness of others.

The old man Nan held the cake for a long time, and finally didn't see Shang Xisheng open his eyes, so he could only sigh and take the cake back.

In the afternoon, there was still one cup of liquor left in the three cups, and half a plate of side dishes left, and finally waited for the door-to-door business.

"Old man, you are Shang Xisheng among the seven sons of Nanchu?"

The person who came spoke was rude and tall, and his face trembled up and down when he spoke, and he couldn't see anything special about his clothes, only the jade belt around his waist was still on the table.

"It's the old man. ”

It was only now that Shang Xisheng said the second sentence of the day.

"They all say that you are good at chess, and if you can win it, you will have the level of a national player, and I came here today to ask for advice. ”

"Sanwen. ”

Shang Xisheng stretched out three fingers and said.

"Until your rule, you have to pay for playing chess with others. ”

As he spoke, the man took out a few copper plates from his sleeve and threw them on the chessboard.

"You count, these are ten copper plates, three of which buy you to play chess with me, and the other seven, buy you to lose. ”

The man gritted his teeth with a hideous face when he spoke, and at first glance he came with bad intentions, and a few timid people next to him unconsciously hid away, but the old man Nan leaned forward, and just wanted to whisper to persuade Shang Xisheng not to find any more hardships, so why not pretend to lose to him? But before the words were spoken, Shang Xisheng had already rejected him.

"The old man's chess strength dictates, if you can't beat the old man, even if you pay, the old man will not lose. ”

"Isn't this old man just a stinky chess player? What are you hard, I really think you are still the big player of the year, tell you not to be disrespectful to the old man, and honestly lose a game to Lao Tzu, otherwise be careful of the pain of flesh and skin!"

"Since you don't mean to play chess, the old man doesn't do your business. ”

Shang Xisheng's face did not change, and pushed back several copper plates on the chessboard.

"Don't give face?"

The man folded his face at Shang Xisheng's place, and suddenly became angry, grabbed Shang Xisheng's collar and pulled it over and pressed it on the chessboard.

"What else is the Yongzhou endgame Shang Xisheng, believe it or not, Lao Tzu made you a Yongzhou crippled Shang Xisheng today!"

"A good man spares his life, a good man spares his life, my old man is too stubborn, you must not get along with him, let him go if you have a lot of them." ”

Old man Nan saw that he could kill if he made trouble, so he hurriedly kept the man's hand and begged for mercy for Shang Xi.

"Which green onion are you? Lao Tzu is here to find Shang Xisheng, irrelevantly get out of the way of Lao Tzu!"

The man pushed the old man away as soon as he could, and the old man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground without standing firmly, his head hit the stone and broke a big hole, and he was bleeding instantly.

"A good man spares his life, a good man spares his life, if you want to beat or scold me, it's okay to come to me!"

The old man endured the cold air, got up from the ground and ran to hug the man.

"That's what you said, don't blame me if you kill me!"

The man listened to the words this time, abandoned Shang Xisheng and grabbed the old man Nan instead.

"Stand up for others, righteous?"

The man's fist smashed on the head of the old man Nan, and the old man struggled a few times before he was left with a snort.

How can an elderly man afford such devastation?

"Hey, Old Shang, you should come down quickly, if you don't agree to Old Man Nan, you will be killed!"

"Yes, Old Man Nan defends you so much, you can't see death without help. ”

The people on both sides persuaded Shang Xisheng to agree.

"Stop!"

Seeing that Old Man Nan was about to be killed, Shang Xisheng finally stopped him.

"The old man should get down to you, seven cents, buy the old man and lose. ”

Shang Xisheng picked up the copper plates from the ground one by one and stacked them

It's good to put in the palm of your hand.

"That's right, why can't you get along with money, right?"

After hearing this, the man immediately stopped and threw aside the old man Nan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Seven copper plates to buy the seven sons of Nanchu Xisheng lost the chess, it is really a bargain.

Old Man Nan was sent for treatment, and Shang Xisheng put all the copper plates on Old Man Nan.

The dark people dispersed, and the teahouse was closed, but Shang Xisheng never left.

He kept looking at the game of chess drawn on the wall, and tears flowed from his eyes as he watched it.

Nanchu is always gone, there will never be Nanchu again, and there will never be any more Nanchu seven sons.

"Uncle?"

Shang Xisheng, who was staring at the wall, suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Major General?"

When I turned around, I saw the young general Shang Rong who disappeared in the battle of destroying the country in Southern Chu, and these old ministers thought that the young general had died on the battlefield, but they didn't expect to see it today.

"Lao Chen is not dreaming, is he?"

Shang Xi cried with joy, grabbed Shang Rong's arm tightly, and after confirming that he was not dreaming, he gave Shang Rong a big gift.

Shang Rong couldn't stop him, so he let him go.

"I heard that my uncle was playing a chess game here, so I came to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be my uncle. ”

"There's no way, most of the old ministers of Southern Chu live in poverty, and the old ministers don't know anything except playing chess, so they can only play chess with others to earn some money. Major General, what are you?"

Shang Rong sent Shang Xisheng all the way back to the thatched hut outside the city, and along the way, he was rescued by Wudang Yu Dahai and Yu Zhenren after the destruction of Qiyuan and the Battle of Southern Chu, and then he has been telling Shang Xisheng about the things in Wudang Qingxiu one by one.

Speaking of the thrill of the war, Shang Xisheng was also worried and worried, and when it came to turning the crisis into peace and settling down in Wudang Mountain, Shang Xisheng also breathed a sigh of relief, and Shang Rong picked some interesting things on the mountain to tell Shang Xisheng, especially when it came to the interesting things about the little junior brother's sword practice, Shang Xisheng also smiled and leaned back.

"Your little junior brother is really a wonderful person. ”

Shang Xisheng couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart after hearing this.

"Yes, my state of mind has been difficult to break through due to the Nanchu predicament, but I didn't expect it to be the words of the little junior brother who woke me up in my dream. Now that the general trend of Southern Chu is gone, why should we be cocooned and bound ourselves, uncle. ”

After Shang Rong arrived in Yongzhou, he naturally noticed the endgame painted on the wall, which was almost no different from the endgame he had laid down in Wudang Mountain. With what the little junior brother Mu Sanqian told him, Shang Rong also wanted to comfort his uncle and make him want to open more.

"Yes, Nanchu's national fortunes are destined to come to an end. ”

After listening to this, Shang Xisheng's eyes lost the brilliance of surprise when he saw Shang Rong.

After saying goodbye to Shang Xisheng, Shang Rong said that he would come to visit the next day, and told his uncle not to go to play chess, since he had returned, he would not let his uncle suffer from cold and starvation.

Shang Xisheng happily agreed.

The next day, Shang Rong came to the thatched hut again, but only saw Shang Xisheng hanging himself in the thatched hut.

The game of chess painted on the wall by Yongzhou has been depicted with something, with nineteen vertical and horizontal paths, black and white through the bricks and stones, no matter how you paint it, you can't cover it.

I heard that Shang Xisheng died, although I don't know if it's true or not, but he did not appear after Old Man Nan was seriously injured.

Shang Rong, a major general who was recognized as killed in the Battle of Southern Chu, suddenly appeared, but he changed from a major general who was already at the peak of knowing his fate.

Shang Rong, who is no longer wearing a battle armor, wears a green coat, Tsing Yi enters Tai'an, and repeatedly fights with several masters such as Yang Wenyuan, although he is defeated and retreats, he polishes the realm of a body more thickly, and the sable temple gave this son a nirvana evaluation after watching the battle.

Tsing Yi must be killed, Southern Chu Shang Rong.

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