Yang Yi spit out the leaves from his mouth and said with a smile: "Good guy, your mouth is numb!"

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Yang Yi waved his sleeves, and the birds on the scene spread their wings and flew away, and only flew away after Yang Yi and Gu Caiyu made a circle on the top.

Yang Yi smiled at Su Zixiu and said: "Brother Su, country slang and wild tunes are actually a bit interesting. ”

Su Zixiu was speechless, his eyes distracted.

Seeing him like this, Yang Yi smiled at Gu Caiyu and said, "Let's go!"

The two bypassed Su Zixiu and stepped onto the small bridge behind him.

After crossing the small bridge, stepping on the pebble path, sparing a few circles, walking a long way, a few ancient pines appeared in front, the old pine has been around for a long time, there are three people hugging each other, and the branches twist and turn like a dragon.

A particularly thick old pine tree is next to the roadside, and under the tree there is a stone bench and a stone table, on which is a chessboard, and two small jars containing chess pieces are placed on the left and right of the chessboard.

A gray-haired old Taoist was sitting on a stone bench, reclining on the ancient pine, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

This old Taoist man was thin and withered, with no flesh on his cheeks, a few sparse beards on his chin, and a half-new gray sermon robe covering his body, which looked fat and fat, and extremely ill-fitting.

Gu Caiyu glanced around, and found that there was only such an old Taoist priest nearby, and saw that he had closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep like a dream, his eyes widened and he carefully observed the old Taoist for a while, and gestured to Yang Yi: "Third brother, this old Taoist seems to be asleep, let's sneak over?"

Yang Yi shook his head, walked straight to the Taoist, and sat down lightly on the stone bench opposite the Taoist.

After he sat down, he reached out and patted lightly on the table of the stone table, although he did not make a sound, but the two small jars containing the chess pieces on the table were moving, and the chess pieces were like small tadpoles, from the mouth of the can, and fell quickly to the chessboard.

Seeing that the chess game had taken shape, Yang Yi nodded slowly, looked at the old Taoist with his eyes closed in front of him funny, got up and returned to Gu Caiyu's side, and laughed softly: "Let's go!"

It wasn't until the two of them walked a long way away that the figure was no longer visible, and the old Taoist who closed his eyes under the tree opened his eyes, glanced around, and muttered: "Huh, why haven't these two people come here yet? Could it be that the quilt is blocked at the bridge, and they haven't been able to pass the first level?"

Lao Dao shook his head and sighed, "Little junior sister said how amazing this Yang Yi is, so much so that I really thought that this kid was extraordinary, but he turned out to be so, huh? What is this?"

He suddenly saw the Zhenlong chess game on the chessboard, and was taken aback, his hair and beard suddenly exploded, and the whole person jumped up, turning his head to look around, "Who moved my chessboard?"

He remembered Qingqing, when he closed his eyes, the chessboard in front of him was still empty, and he never thought that he just closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened his eyes, and there was already a chess game on this chessboard, and he didn't realize it!

This surprise was really extraordinary, and the old Taoist exclaimed, "Who is it? Who is it? Which Grandmaster senior made this joke to me?"

He shouted a few words, but saw that the empty mountains were lonely, and the wind blew the trees and swayed, but no one answered.

The old Taoist looked around blankly, only suspecting that he was in a dream, and after a long time, he looked down at the chessboard, and suddenly let out an exclamation, "Huh, this Zhenlong is so strange!"

He originally planned to use Go to embarrass Yang Yi and test Yang Yi's chess skills, but he didn't expect Yang Yi to see it, but there was an inexplicable game of Zhenlong in front of him.

He is a good chess player, and he can see the chess game like this, just like a drunkard meets a good wine, a gluttony meets a delicacy, and he completely forgets the fear just now, and immerses himself in the chess game in front of him, and cannot extricate himself.

But seeing that this game of Zhenlong is very different from what I have seen before, the black and white children are entangled with each other, the fight is extremely fierce, there is a catastrophe within a catastrophe, there is both immortality and co-living, or counterattack, or retraction, the flowers are gathered and six, and it is extremely complicated, just after calculating for a moment, I feel that my chest is stuffy and my brain is swollen.

"This situation is so strange!"

The old Taoist was surprised and delighted, he was conceited that chess skills are rare in the world, although he can't dominate the world with kung fu, but if he talks about chess skills alone, there are not many people in the world who can beat him. Now seeing that this game in front of me is so peculiar, I am full of surprises, and I dance, "Weird!

After calculating for a while, suddenly his breath was retrograde, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and his brain was booming, and Venus danced in front of him, and he fell to the sky.

As soon as Su Zixiu walked here, he was very taken aback when he saw the old Taoist vomiting blood and falling to the ground, his body flashed, and he had already arrived at the old Taoist, and stretched out his hand to support him, "Sixth Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The old Taoist smiled bitterly: "I don't know which senior master played me and gave me such a problem!" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the chessboard on the stone table, and sighed: "Yang Yi didn't see it, but saw a peerless treasure!"

Su Zixiu said: "Didn't see Yang Yi? How is this possible? This person has already crossed the Qinyin Bridge, and it stands to reason that Senior Brother should have seen him a long time ago." ”

The old Taoist said strangely: "There is only one way from Qinyin Bridge to here, if he really passes through here, how can I not see ......" Speaking of this, the old Taoist suddenly thought of something, suddenly stopped, looked stunned for a moment, and said to Su Zixiu: "Maybe...... He's already walked through here!"

............

Yang Yi and Gu Caiyu stopped in front of a wooden house.

It was a two-room wooden hut, and there was an open space outside the hut that connected to the path, and a middle-aged scholar was splashing ink and writing large letters on a large table.

His table was huge, and it was placed horizontally in the middle of the path, which happened to block Yang Yi and the others.

Gu Caiyu walked up to the scholar angrily and shouted, "Hey, you guy, you're good, why are you blocking the road?"

The scholar was writing something, and when he was writing at an important juncture, he was so scared that his hands trembled when Gu Caiyu drank it so suddenly, and a large ball of ink fell from the pen, soaking a large piece, and the few words he had just written were also covered by this ink.

Seeing that the good character became like this, the scholar angrily threw the brush aside and raised his eyes to look at Gu Caiyu, "You little lady is so rude!"

He walked around to Gu Caiyu from behind the desk and shouted loudly, "You come with me!"

This man was not short, with a white complexion, his forehead protruding forward, and his chin protruding forward, but he had a crescent moon face, and his chest was now covered with ink, and his eyes were blazing with anger.

Gu Caiyu did not show weakness, pinched his waist with both hands, and shouted at him: "What are you yelling at? Show that you have a loud voice? It's just a big character, if it's dirty, it's dirty, what's the big deal! I'll write a copy and return it to you." ”

The middle-aged scholar said: "You are talking lightly! But how many people who have read books can't write? But there is a huge difference between 'being able to write' and 'writing well'.

Gu Caiyu said angrily: "What is the meaning of coarse and coarse text? How do you know that my aunt and grandmother are 'coarse and coarse'?

The middle-aged scholar looked up to the sky and snorted, looked Gu Caiyu up and down a few times, shook his head again and again, and pouted: "He has a rough temperament, he doesn't know how to be polite, even if he barely reads for a few years, he can only read and break words, where is there any kind of person who is full of learning?"

Gu Caiyu said: "Arguing with a woman like you in such an angry manner, talking about long and short, is it just the face of a scholar?"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and stammered, and it took a long time before he waved his sleeves and said, "I won't argue with you!"

He turned his head to look at Yang Yi, "Brother Tai, your little wife broke my big characters, what do you say?"

Yang Yi said: "Brother, we haven't gotten married yet, don't misunderstand." ”

Gu Caiyu looked at Yang Yi, her pretty face turned red, and she was silent.

The scholar said: "In my opinion, this is a matter of time or time! But you can discuss this matter for yourself later, let's talk about what I should do first?"

Yang Yi smiled: "It's just a word, I'll compensate you." ”

The scholar shook his head and said, "This painting is different!"

He looked at Yang Yi, "The words are easy to write, but good words are hard to find! Since ancient times, none of the calligraphy posts are not obtained by chance, if there is a thought in the heart of 'must write a good word', it is inevitable that there will be a little more ingenuity, but there will rarely be a hand-me-down of fine works." ”

Yang Yi stroked his palm and said: "This is indeed the truth!"

The scholar looked regretful, almost beat his chest, and said to Yang Yi: "Since I came here to be Yangshan, I have not wanted to write a font that is far beyond the usual, and finally today I have entered the realm of no one and no self in the calligraphy, who knows that a pair of words has not been written, and I was scolded by this little lady and ruined this word!"

He said loudly: "Writing is like composing poetry, inspiration comes, if there is a god in the pen, if the inspiration does not exist, and you insist on writing, then there is a body without charm, and it is not a good work." ”

While speaking, the scholar stretched out his hand and grabbed the banner on the table that had just been written in his hand and placed it in front of Yang Yi, "Come and see!"

This person takes things in the void, and shows extremely high martial arts achievements in an understatement.

Yang Yi looked at it, and saw a few lines of big characters on the jade plate paper coming into view, and the words were: Qingfeng Yin.

The three words of "Qingfeng Yin" are extremely elegant and beautiful, and the pen is not bad.

Looking down, I saw that it was written underneath: The breeze is gentle, blowing my clothes. The wind is strong, except for my dust. The wind chilled my body. The breeze is hot, and it disturbs my mind......

The last few words were soaked in a large mass of ink, and it was already difficult to distinguish.

These lines are really well written, like flowing water, naturally outlined, without any fireworks, and already have a bit of famous style.

But it is only a little bit of famous style, it can be said to be a good word, but if it is a masterpiece, it is far from being talked about, as for what to say about "hand-me-down", it is even less close.

After looking at it for a while, Yang Yi frowned and said, "Brother, just like you, I write with a stick between my toes, and I am three points better than you." ”

(To be continued.) )