"His grandmother's, shameless, it's a pity that the left and right envoys of Xishu Jiantang are not there", Han Ren scolded angrily as he watched the Feihua Dao people turn into a pool of broken blood, he knew that the Feihua Dao people were not under the left and right envoys of Xishu Jiantang, and they were actually dismembered. With a wave of his hand, the cavalry armor rushed to the front, hundreds of palace ox horn bows, the strings were like a full moon, and the arrows on the ox tendon bowstrings were aimed at the white-clothed scholars on the stage.

"Hmph, what I can't get, no one can think of it."

The white-clothed scholar staggered, laboriously raised the green snake soft sword in his hand, obviously he also suffered extremely serious internal injuries, his white lips were bitten tightly, and finally the corners of his mouth still oozed red blood, and a drop of it was stained with the white clothes on his body, like a blooming blood-red plum blossom.

"Male... Son, you're injured", the scholar with the bookcase on his back hurriedly walked up to support the white-clothed scholar and asked in a panic.

The servants of the Murong family watched these elite palace cavalry draw bows and arrows, and panicked to find a place to hide, but the ring had already collapsed, so they could only gather together, holding their heads and not daring to look at King Lu's side again.

Man is a sword, I am a fish!

The old man Murong sat paralyzed on the Taishi chair, these days the Lu Wangfu wrestled with him openly and secretly, the door lord Keqing died, the wounded wounded, and the huge family was about to fall apart, he gritted his teeth and held on, hoping that his ancestors would accumulate virtue and survive the catastrophe of the Murong family, and he might be able to make a comeback in the future. The Murong family watched the main backbone of the family collapse to the ground, and they panicked even more, not knowing what to do.

At this time, the foreign merchant Xiao'er glanced at the hunchbacked old man who was still sitting on the stool with half of his buttocks, and handed out the jade pendant he was playing with, "The newspaper sent by the old man of Song Ge quickly and with a whip, you have also read it, and the face of one of the nine elders still needs to be given." Go, drive away the prince of Lu and his subordinates this group of eye-catching bastards, I can't afford to lose the face of my royal family, what are they", Xiao'er stopped with the spoon in his hand, and said calmly to the old man beside him.

"The royal family?", a few businessmen with sharp ears around the children heard these two words and walked towards the old and the young.

"Could it be that the remnants of the Nanliang royal family are still secretly helping the Murong family?", several people muttered in their hearts.

The hunchbacked old man, the old dragon clock, coughed twice, and went downstairs to the prince of Luwang, who everyone in Huizhou feared.

Although the old man was old, his steps were light, and the dust under his feet was not enough, and he did not leave a single footprint on the soil.

King Lu is such a precious son, and the master of King Lu's Mansion is like a cloud. The reason why Han Ren is flying so high in Huizhou is, of course, that he has to gather a group of people from the rivers and lakes to help him die, and no one dares to run straight to him, and there are some kind-hearted people in the crowd, who are inevitably worried about this old man, but there is nothing to be done.

The old man walked slowly, slowly, and the air around him seemed to stagnate. The hundreds of armor cavalry in the Luwang Mansion were all battle-hardened soldiers, and they immediately felt that the murderous aura was pressing, and no one dared to move a finger.

"Shizi be careful", the yellow-faced skeleton ghost said in Han Ren's ear, his eyes sliding, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Han Ren had never seen a yellow-faced skeleton ghost so afraid of anyone other than himself since he came out of his mother's womb, and looked at the old man who came over with suspicion.

"Who are we afraid of in Huizhou?", the red sandalwood Buddha bead in Han Ren's hand stopped abruptly.

Smack.

Before Han Ren's words fell, one person slapped him, the right side of his face was in hot pain, and five blood-red handprints were left on his fair face, and he was slapped hard by the hunchbacked old man as fast as lightning.

In this river and lake, occasionally a strong dragon can also suppress the head snake obediently.

The crowd at the entrance of the alley was restless, and Zhao Cai, the prefect of Huizhou, led a group of officials to rush over in a panic.

"Zhao... Governor Zhao, you came just in time, take down these rebellious ministers and thieves for me", Han Ren obviously forgot that he was only the son of King Lu, the dynasty was hierarchical, and the prefect was the third rank of the imperial court, even King Lu had no right to govern, not to mention that he was just a prince, which was determined by the decree of the dynasty.

He originally thought that the prefect of Huizhou, who was always submissive when he saw him, would definitely lock them up.

The hunchbacked old man shook the jade pendant in his hand towards the Huizhou prefect, and Zhao Cai recognized it no matter how confused he was, it was the dragon pendant of Emperor Shizu. Moreover, he has just received a secret letter from Song Yan, the old minister of the central cabinet, and the emperor of Weifu's private visit has arrived in Huizhou.

Originally, I wanted to remind the prince of Lu Wang, but I didn't expect to meet the main master......

If it weren't for the hunchbacked old man grabbing him, Zhao Cai almost knelt on the ground, shouting "Long live", he turned around and glared fiercely at King Lu, the straw bale son who ate, drank, prostituted and gambled.

"Remember, next time it won't be a slap in the face", the hunchbacked old man slowly spit out these words, but the voice resounded in Han Ren's ears like a thunderbolt, like a noisy demonic sound, which made people have a headache, and even the scholar in white had to raise his sword to block it.

The Ziyi monk in the teahouse turned the Buddha beads in his hand, chanted the Dharma, and fought against the magic sound, barely stabilizing his mind.

The old man waved the sleeves of his robe, and Han Ren withdrew from the alley with interest, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that the magic sound was only the palm print eunuch in the palace, and it was an unfathomable pair of hands on the rivers and lakes back then.

"Huizhou tofu brain, it's really good", wiped his mouth, and the child from other places stood up and dusted his body. He smiled at Yang Ze and Ye Qingxuan, got up and left, although the hunchbacked old man was old, he didn't drop a single step behind him. Not far away, Zhao Cai, the prefect of Huizhou, shook his body full of fat, and crawled behind to follow.

Looking at the backs of an old man and a young man, the shopkeeper and the second tea poured all over the ground, and a burly black and thin man in Jinzhou who sold mountain ginseng and deer antler velvet jumped up and scolded. Only then did I come back to my senses, but I still couldn't figure it out.

"Sun Tzu is really his old son".

"The emperor lives in the forbidden place, but he only lews young girls, drinks fire and wine, and entertains miscellaneous officials, are these rumors true?", the poor student next to the old gentleman of the private school couldn't help but whisper to the old gentleman of the private school.

The old gentleman with silver silk as snow did not answer, holding the worn-out "Collection of Ancestral Teachings" in his hand, stunned for a long time, and then burst into tears.

The ring was shattered by the sword qi just now, and there were thousands of ravines on the ground, and the crowd watching the excitement also dispersed.

The Murong family picked up a life and hugged each other and cried. Murong Lianyi's face was crimson, he hesitated for a long time, bit his scarlet lip, lifted the bead curtain, walked out slowly, bowed to the white-clothed scholar, and said softly, "Dare to ask the son's surname? The concubine is destined to live and die".

After all, Murong Lianyi is from a wealthy family, she reads poetry and books in the boudoir, is proficient in music and rhythm, and naturally has a delicate temperament in her gestures, and she is generous. Some ordinary people hate that they didn't go to the famous teachers in the rivers and lakes at the beginning, just like that elegant scholar, a beautiful scene, even if Murong Lianyi shouted a son, he died without regrets.

"Miss Murong, please get up", the white-clothed scholar raised his shocked eyes, looked at the flower-like Murong ripples in front of him, and waved his hand.

"I don't have any disrespect for the girl, the late life is just a road to see the unevenness and draw a knife to help, girl, please go back, I want to come for a while and a half, the prodigal son of the monk doesn't dare to do anything to you, go back and think about it in the long run, don't pass by", the scholar bowed his hand, and walked out of Huizhou City in a dashing manner, and the scholar with the bookbox on his back followed closely.

"Childe... Childe, please stay", Murong Lianyi shouted a few words behind him, and the white-clothed scholar did not look back.

"What a handsome scholar", Ding Weidong, the flying knife, drank the cup of hot tea that had been served for a long time and swallowed it together with the tea leaves.

Yang Ze smiled slightly, glanced at him without speaking, got up and went downstairs.

"Brother Ding, according to Lao Wei's eyes, that white-clothed scholar should be a good character", Ziyi Taoist walked beside Ding Wei and whispered.

"Senior Brother Luo, how do you say this?", Ding Wei asked with some puzzlement.

"You take the good words apart and look at them".

"Woman?", Ding Wei staggered and almost fell to the ground, the rock sugar gourd hawthorn in his mouth choked into his throat, and he was speechless for a long time.

The maid Huang Yi looked at the young master, glanced at Yang Ze, and smiled.

Monk Ziyi is right, she is indeed a woman in disguise, a woman dressed as a man.

The group continued to walk forward, and the colorful lanterns, in different shapes, hung high in the air, like rainbows, gently swaying in the wind. In particular, the Daizhou lanterns, the lotus nine-song lanterns, the workmanship is exquisite and chic, and the butter lamps in the crystal lanterns flicker and flash, like snow lotus blooming in the dark night.

Turning around the most prosperous lamp market, there was an alley in front of it, and the smell of wine wafted out of the alley, which caused Wei Zhongcheng to become addicted to alcohol and walked in with the fragrance.

This alley is called Wuyi Lane, which is usually the place where Huizhou is full of people and the market is in full bloom.

After walking a short distance, there was a flag erected on a stall in the alley, which read "Six gossip, fortune telling and disaster elimination", and a small sign was thrown next to the stall, which read "Egret Chess Game, a game of fifteen Wen", a sharp thin man and a six-year-old child with a lively spirit were playing chess with black and white chess pieces.

Yang Ze was amazed that this six-year-old child, without his family, actually sneaked out to watch the lanterns by himself, and played chess in this Wuyi Alley.

Wei Zhongcheng was very fascinated by chess, so he stopped and watched, watching the two of them kill inseparable.

Wei Zhongcheng explained on the side that this Jiangzhou vertical and horizontal nineteen chess games are also called black heron chess games in Pizhou, with black black and white egrets.

Yang Ze looked at it carefully, the child with the black on his face seemed to be about to win, and the thin man's white son had been forced to retreat to the four corners, and it was full of dangers, and it seemed that he could only lose his son and admit defeat if he took a few more steps. The thin man pinched the white man with his fingers, kept rubbing, and hesitated. Finally, he raised his hand and placed Bai Zi in an inconspicuous place.

This trick was so subtle that Bai Zi immediately turned the corner, sealed a large piece of the left half of the sunspot, and also brought alive the white son who was in danger on the right.

Although Yang Ze knew that he was silent about watching chess, this move was too subtle, not only admiring "one move and two styles, attacking and defending, which is wonderful".

"Ze'er, take a closer look at this chess game, what else?", Wei Zhongcheng shook his feather fan on the side, reminding him in a low voice.

"One move and four styles, attacking and defending, and defending and attacking. This white piece not only sealed this piece of sunspot, but also secretly attacked. At the same time, he also secretly defended and stifled the counterattack of the sunspots", Yang Ze understood, Wei Zhongcheng nodded, and smiled without saying a word.

The thin man looked up at Yang Ze in surprise, he didn't expect this young man in brocade clothes to be able to see one of the four moves, and nodded approvingly.

Suddenly, the boy who held the black, pinching the sunspot and no longer falling, seemed to understand something, and said in a childish voice, "This is a move and six styles", as soon as this statement came out, everyone was not only surprised.

He shook his little head and pointed to the chess pieces on the chessboard, "Attack with defense, defense with attack, attack and defense to save each other." This son landed to save the chess pieces that were supposed to be killed, and forced the chess pieces that I was supposed to save to death, it's just wonderful", Yang Ze took a closer look, but it was as the six-year-old child said.

Six styles in one move.

"This world is like a chess game, and people are like chess pieces. I can see his five-step move, but lost in the last step, he lured me step by step into this catastrophe game, after all, this chess game is more powerful", the six-year-old child was stupid, threw the chess pieces into the rattan basket on the side, "I am willing to gamble and lose, this fifteen wen is yours", said and took out fifteen wen from his arms, counted it carefully, for fear of being wrong, handed it to the opposite Mr. Egret, got up and ran to the depths of the alley.

"The world is a big dream, and life is a few springs and autumns", the boy recited the articles taught by Mr. Private School, and went away, feeling like a teenager and an old man.

"Master Wei, you are so addicted to nineteen chess games, why don't you play a game with that person?" On the way back to the island in the middle of the lake, Ye Qingxuan still couldn't figure out the key and asked suspiciously.

"Do you know who that person is?"

"Who".

"In addition to Liu Shili of the Jixia School Palace, I am afraid that even the few vain national players of the Dynasty Painting and Calligraphy Academy will not be able to use this trick and six styles of clever chess, if I guess correctly, he should be the chess saint Pizhou Cao Yunzi", Wei Zhongcheng stroked his snow-white beard, still immersed in the chess game just now, and said calmly.

"I think he was a good chess player back then, and Emperor Shizu wanted to recruit him into the palace to do chess and wait for the edict. It's a pity that this chess saint has already seen through fame and fortune, and is unwilling to enter the palace to serve, to be a chess slave in front of the palace, and since then he has disappeared in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, the curious Yang Hu took down a lantern riddle hanging on the lamp tree, looked at the anagram "ninety-nine" on the lamp, and the maid Huangyi was puzzled and asked the knowledgeable Wei Zhongcheng. Wei Zhongcheng looked at it, pondered for a while, stroked his beard and said with a smile that this was a "white" character.

"Who is more powerful, the chess saint Cao Yunzi or Liu Shili of the school palace?", Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that the sharp and thin man turned out to be the prestigious chess saint, so he came up and asked.

"The two have never played against each other, and I'm afraid the chess master has a slight advantage. However, it is said that his chess skills are far higher than those vain national masters in the DPRK and China, and no one can match this layout skill."

"What puzzled me the most was that the kid actually forced the chess master to rub the chess pieces and hesitated. I don't seem to be a child of an ordinary family, and I can't be a person from the rivers and lakes depending on my age, it's weird", Wei Zhongcheng thought for a long time and shook his head.

Along the way, the grand lanterns of Huizhou, the lanterns of thousands of fire trees and silver flowers, the iron lock of the star bridge, the neon lights of thousands of trees, the lights of thousands of homes reflect the night red, and a full moon has risen in the sky.

However, it is not reasonable for him to say that the world is like a chess game, and people are like chess pieces. Although the background, endowment, talent and even wealth, life and death are all due to fate, like a chess game. But the chess pieces are dead, and the people are alive. The chess pieces do not know how to advance or retreat, but people can make trade-offs and choices, and how to play and how to play depend on people, rather than being trapped in a game."

"This river and lake is really not to be underestimated, a mountain is higher than a mountain, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people", Yang Ze listened to Wei Zhongcheng's explanation and said to himself.

At this time, the group arrived at the Mata Lake, and the housekeeper of Lingyun Villa was already waiting here, and everyone boarded the boat to prepare to go to the island.