Chapter Seventy-One

Close the door to rain, the next night.

It's dripping.

Especially in the autumn rain, there is no time to stop when it falls.

An autumn rain and a cold, even the night came early.

Xu Xiaoxian and Nuwa mended the sky and rode together, originally wanting to take advantage of the night to go out of the city overnight, but unfortunately the sky was not beautiful, so they had to find a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city to settle down.

The farmer is an elderly couple who have passed the sixtieth birthday early, surnamed Lu, the old man Lu's legs and feet are not flexible, and the old woman Lu is blind in both eyes.

The white-haired people sent the black-haired people, and the old and weak remained in their hometowns, which should have been a tragic ending.

But the Lu family is first-class wealthy, which is incredible.

Two old men and four little maids are waiting,

They also have a nice big yard.

The front yard is a quadrangle with six bedrooms and six compartments plus two long halls, red bricks and green tiles, the roof also has a glazed skylight, the courtyard is full of chrysanthemums, long pavilions, rockeries, fish ponds, the placement is elegant, not abrupt at all.

The backyard looks bleak.

Three thatched houses, more than a dozen citrus trees, and a dilapidated bamboo pole fence enclose a small courtyard, and the only eye-catching place in the yard is the large-leaved plantain tree in the corner of the wall.

Xu Xiaoxian can imagine that standing in the distance and looking at the two small courtyards with distinct distinctions, there will be an illusion.

In the shade of green trees, neat tiled houses and old thatched huts are intertwined, just like a game of chess pieces in full swing.

Old man Lu had a granddaughter as old as Nuwa Mending the Sky, and a courtyard warrior who was older than him.

Old man Lu's granddaughter went out, but Xu Xiaoxian didn't see it.

The old samurai of the nursing home is a first-class might, with white hair, a body of horizontal muscles, and a height of nearly nine feet, which is very visually impactful.

At the entrance, Xu Xiaoxian saw the old warrior, the old man's surname was Hou, his whole body did not have the slightest flow of true yuan, standing there like a wall, it was almost ancient, and his back was still straight, like a sword and a gun, this is a touch of spirit engraved in the bones of decades of military career.

The old age is only his face, but it can't erase the blood in the depths of his soul.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't dare to guess the identity of the old man Lu behind him, maybe it was dawn, the rain stopped, he was going to the mass grave thirty miles away, and after a while, he would not come back.

After dinner, Xu Xiaoxian took out two gold leaves that could be exchanged for three hundred taels of silver as a reward for the nightstay, and the old man Lu, who was not good at both feet, did not refuse, let alone the joy he deserved, but asked Xu Xiaoxian if he wanted to play two games of chess, and Xu Xiaoxian readily agreed.

After the meal, Nuwa mended the sky and the two little maids accompanied Granny Lu to learn to embroider Hunan embroidery, Xu Xiaoxian didn't dare to wonder how a blind old man could embroider, just marveled at the growth of all things, the survival of the fittest, this reason is unreasonable.

Old man Lu went to the backyard with the support of the old martial artist surnamed Hou, and there was a wing room in the backyard, where Xu Xiaoxian and Old Man Lu sat by the window.

When I opened the window, I was greeted by the large-leaved plantain tree.

The autumn rain was a little chilly, and it was beating on the plantain leaves.

'Sit alone in front of the window and listen to the wind and rain, the rain beats the plantain and weeps'

Looking at people is like looking at things, without a state of mind, it will be plausible.

Xu Xiaoxian currently does not have the kind of mood of 'rain hitting plantains' to experience tranquility and far-reaching in the ticking sound, but only feels that the autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

The six-fingered Song Wanwan may be waiting for him at the mass grave thirty miles away, Xu Xiaoxian is not afraid of the murderous Song Wanwan's 'piano sound into the soul' stunt in the infancy, but he still can't do it like stopping water.

Xu Xiaoxian and Old Man Lu sat facing each other, and the table was a ready-made chessboard.

However, there is a lot of dust in the dozens of ravines that crisscross it, and no one has used it for a long time.

Old Martial Master Hou stood far away, his hands in his sleeves, old and strong, still straight.

Old man Lu lit a lamp of sandalwood, put the thirty-two chess pieces on the table one after another, and said with a smile:

"Xiangqi has a long history in Zhongzhou, and in traditional qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Xiangqi has a wide range of participation with its 'elegant and vulgar appreciation'.

Old man, I am a layman, I have done a lot of foolish things, and I am naturally a stinky chess basket. It's a pity that the gambling is too heavy, and when I was young, I didn't admit defeat and lost a lot of things on the chessboard.

There's nothing to lose now!"

Xu Xiaoxian smiled, didn't answer, closed his eyes and took a puff of sandalwood, picked up a chess piece and rubbed it in his hand, the chess piece was dark and heavy, it was a horn, not a high-quality horned rhinoceros, it should be ground from the horn of a buffalo.

Old man Lu looked at the chess pieces in Xu Xiaoxian's hand and said with a smile:

"As the saying goes, the world is like chess, and the game is new. The chess piece in Childe's hand is the most important in many cases. ”

Xu Xiaoxian put down the chess pieces, and Dingqing saw that it was a 'shi'. Nine-square grid taxi.

Old man Lu sighed lightly: "Those who are confidants die and become famous after their deaths." Loyal personal guards do not slack off.

never leaves the Nine Palaces for half a step, but he cares about the world.

The horn warrior will definitely be able to stop the horse and protect the commander. Single lack of taxi, beware of double car infringement.

After the start, skillfully make a cannon rack, kill the enemy, and before the endgame, you can help the single cannon and capture the lonely handsome.

In the conversation and laughter, the Taigong chair commented on the gains and losses. The warrior ordered the enemy to surrender, and the soldier fell to sweep the battlefield.

Whether it is to support or fall, to see the situation.

Childe, unlike ordinary people, do you think I am a scribe or a samurai?"

As soon as Old Man Lu's words fell, Old Martial Master Hou snorted coldly, Old Man Lu waved his hand, and the old man with gray temples turned his head.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't dare to answer.

Outside the window, the sound of rain ticking on the banana leaves.

Old man Lu sighed and said: "When I was the age of Gongzi, I also thought that I was a 'scholar', a king of Qin, and a taxi from the palace. It's just that, in the end, it's a mess.

I am a donkey, a lame donkey who has been unloaded and killed. ”

Keqin Wang, can be stuffy palace, unload the mill and kill the donkey, lame, Lu old man, Lu old man, Lu Ding Gong, Lu Ding Gong Song Zhi painting?

Old man Lu's seemingly brainless words woke up the person in his dream.

Xu Xiaoxian suddenly woke up, the lame old man in front of him did not believe in Lu, but the 'Lu Ding Gong' Song Zhihua!

Song Zhihua, a strategist who was unloaded and killed by the head of the Li family of the Southern Chu Dynasty, and Song Zhihua, the Duke of Luding who was a powerful person in Jiuqing.

The old man is Song Zhihua, the Duke of Luding, and the white-haired martial artist behind him is naturally the fixed fire of the Southern Chu Dynasty.

And the granddaughter of the old man can only be happy to be in a mass grave thirty miles away, waiting for Xu Xiaoxian's Song Wanwan......

In all fairness!

The bits and pieces between the Song Zhihua of Luding Gong and the Southern Chu Dynasty, grievances and hatreds, are familiar to the land of Zhongzhou, and Xu Xiaoxian is naturally no stranger.

Xu Xiaoxian stood up, sighed, and saluted the old man: "Hug Pushan Immortal Cave Xu Xiaoxian, I have seen Lu Dinggong, and I have also seen Dinghuo Waiting for General Li. Song Gong and I play this game of chess, and if we continue to play, it will be a joke. ”

Xu Xiaoxianhao turned around without dragging the mud and water, and walked out of the house.

Song Zhihua waved his hand and sighed: "Wanwan is waiting for you thirty miles away, if you can come back and play against the old man again, it will not be a joke." As for the girl who came with Gongzi, her surname is Nuwa, and if she wants to go back to Nanchu, no one will stop her. ”

Xu Xiaoxian turned around and bowed to the room.