At noon, if you look in the direction of the valley in the thatched hut, you can vaguely see two figures, about a cup of tea, the two of them arrived at the courtyard, standing in front is the handsome young man, and standing behind is a gentle middle-aged man, if you don't look carefully, most people think that this is a personable literati, but the calluses in the hands, the official boots under the feet, and a trace of fierceness flashing in the eyes from time to time, tell us that this person is not just a scribe. At this time, the two were already standing in front of the old man.

"Master"

"You go down," the old man waved his hand

"Yes"

"You too," the old man pointed at Song Wen and Xu Sanjin.

"The younger generation Zhang He, meet Bai Xiang, my father Zhang Wenzheng often mentions Bai Xiang to me, and asks me to be a good official like Bai Xiang. The middle-aged scribe spoke.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, I have a close personal relationship with your father, and your father Wenzheng is also a person I admire. Haha, when I left the government and the opposition, you were so tall. The old man pointed to the stone table not far away.

"Thanks to Bai Xiang's love, after 20 years, Bai Xiang is still in good health, but his father's body is not as good as day by day. ”

"Oh, what's wrong with Brother Wen Zheng?" the white-haired old man seemed surprised.

"My father has a tight stomach ache recently, and he always can't eat, hey, I guess he has worked day and night. Now that there are internal and external troubles, people all over the world are complaining, and the younger generations implore Bai Xiang to come out of the mountain, create another great achievement 20 years ago, and save Liming from fire and water. Zhang He said, and knelt down on one knee to worship. The man has gold under his knees, but he has not said a few words, but he has made such a big gift, is this person weak by nature? Or is the rise and fall of the world dependent on one person?

"Do you see that tree?" the old man suddenly asked.

Zhang He didn't answer, he knew he didn't need to answer.

"The tree I planted when I first lived in the valley, it was not as big as a fist at that time, you look at it now, it can make people cool, and the fallen branches and leaves can also be used for cooking, twenty years, I am old, no longer the white face in your mouth, but just a bad old man with white hair, just like you, twenty years ago, did you know that you were loyal to the monarch for the country, but do you know the truth that I was persuaded just now?" said the old man Shi Shiran.

"The old man is in ambush, with a thousand miles of ambition, and the martyr is in his twilight years, and his heart is strong. I don't believe that Bai Xianghui, who was in the limelight back then, didn't care about the affairs of the government and the opposition at all, the world was weak, the traitors were in charge, and the frontier wars were continuous, how could Bai Xiang not know that his father's intelligence was not as good as yours, but he still relied on his own strength to turn the tide, how could Bai Xiang live so leisurely in the valley?" Zhang He still didn't get up, he needed to get the answer, his own answer, everyone's answer.

"Alternating black and white, fighting and stargazing, this is the eternal truth of all things in the world, there is no victorious general, there is no eternal peace and prosperity, how is the heartache, what is the disease? Drunk to pick up the lamp to see the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp? The years are gone, time is not waiting for me, I am no longer the original white phase, even if I go out of the mountain, I am afraid that it will be a misguided country and a misunderstanding of the people, there are you in the court, you are full of enthusiasm, what is the difference between me going and not going?" the old man said calmly.

"Get up. ”

"White !!," Zhang He said anxiously.

"I'm not anymore. ”

"The eldest husband was born in troubled times, when he holds a three-foot long sword and makes immortal achievements, how can he be at peace in the valley?"

"How can I lift a sword at my age?" the old man laughed.

"The emperor needs you, and the people need you. Zhang He still didn't give up.

"How many grades does the virtuous nephew have now?" the old man asked again.

"The younger generation is not talented, the official residence is three grades, and the current squire of the military department. Although Zhang He had some questions, he also adapted to the old man's digression and replied.

"But Ling Zun is in a good way?"

"Although the younger generation is only shallow in learning, he has also fought on the battlefield for more than ten years, and there have been more than 100 battles of all sizes, and he has won eight out of ten, so he is lucky to become a soldier in the army, rather than a good way. Zhang He was already very dissatisfied, if it weren't for his father's repeated advice not to contradict this person before coming again, he might have scolded or left angrily, but at this time he said whether his father was using power for personal gain, although he did not say anything disrespectful, there was indeed a little dissatisfaction in his words.

It was hard for him to believe that this old man who had been obstructed in every way would be the prime minister who held great power in the DPRK and China back then, was this person really unusable?

"Then you're really too modest. And there are such great achievements in the first year, looking at how many people are there today? Wenzheng has a son like you, and he has no regrets in this life. The old man stroked his beard.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, there was a lot of offense in the words of the juniors just now, please forgive me. Zhang He's attitude was very sincere.

"Where, where, what's wrong with you? There are young talents like you in the imperial court, so why should I go back?"

"But?"

"There is nothing but, up to a country, down to a piece of land, if there is no continuous flow of talents, there is no crop that changes every year, the country will wither, the land will be barren, as an old man, you should give young people more opportunities, the court will become more and more prosperous, this is also my advice to Wenzheng, for so many years as an official, it is time to rest, if you return to the field, come to the valley to be my companion, wouldn't it be better?"

Zhang He knew. At this point, he had no need to admonish.

In that case, the younger generation went back. Take care of your body in the white phase. Zhang He got up to leave.

"What's the hurry, you and I haven't seen each other for many years, and besides, I still want to know how Ling Zun is? Don't take a white look, call me Bai Weng if you like, and call me Uncle Shi if you don't like the old man." The old man walked to the wicker chair not far away and sat down comfortably.

"This?"

"What, could it be that Bai is being amorous?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"No, Bai, no, Uncle Shi, the little nephew will bother tonight. Zhang He hurriedly said.

"Hahaha, that's right, Xiaowen, come and make tea, three catties, go cook a few more dishes, and take out a jar of the old wine I put in the cellar. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

The two of them hurriedly replied, because they were lying on the side of the door and peeking secretly.

The two have been faithful, and the audience has been watching the end of the conversation between the two, and naturally the dialogue between them is indispensable.

"Senior sister, what did you say this person came to Master for? Xu Sanjin leaned in Song Wen's ear and asked, don't blame their posture for being a little ambiguous, because the two of them were lying by the door together.

"I don't know, but I think that person is so imposing. After speaking, she looked at Ouyang Wuji, who was watching the chess game in the house. "However, that person is naturally not as good as the second senior brother. "She's not too big and not too big to slap a sycophant.

But Ouyang Wuji didn't seem to hear it, he didn't even raise his head, and still looked at the chess game.

Song Wen stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, turned her head, and thought, "Am I so bad, dead and bad, hum"

"You said that his name is Master Bai Xiang, Senior Sister, what is Bai Xiang" Xu Sanjin asked.

"I don't know. Song Wen said angrily.

"I don't know it's still so good, and I don't know who offended this aunt. Xu Sanjin muttered, although the voice was small, it was still heard, and this person was still the person he was afraid of.

"What did you say?" Song Wen glanced at Xu Sanjin gently, like a lazy cat looking at the panicked little mouse under his paws gently.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Xu Sanjin hurriedly waved his hand.

"You said that the man told the master so much what he wanted to do, and he went out of the mountain to save the world from fire and water, and the master was just a chess player, how could there be so much? By the way, Master, what did he do? Do you know?" she asked Xu Sanjin, who was a few years older than her.

Xu Sanjin's sweat flowed out again, he likes to talk when he is nervous, he is more likely to sweat when he is nervous, the typical psychological quality is not good, he thought that his junior sister would grasp the words just now, but people didn't pay attention to this matter at all, but he didn't know anything about what the master did, only knew that his original life goal was very single, eating, sleeping, playing, watching his father strike iron, he knew that his life would be the same in the future, but one day, a middle-aged man in his forties changed everything about him, changed his name, but he didn't know anything about this person, and he didn't even know anything about his surname。 I remember he once asked, "Master, what's your last name?" ”

The old man just replied with a smile: "The name is just a code name, and after a hundred years, it will be just a piece of loess, and no one will remember what your name is, so I have forgotten what my surname is." ”

Thinking of this, he himself found that he had been quiet for a long time, and he looked down at his junior sister, who was looking out intently, as if she had long forgotten the question just now. He smiled, in fact, sometimes it is better to think first before answering.

"The eldest husband was born in troubled times, when he holds a three-foot long sword and makes immortal achievements, how can he be at peace in the valley?" Suddenly, I only heard the middle-aged man outside the door say.

The handsome young man who had not moved suddenly raised his head, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Then he lowered his head again, and no one saw his movements, as if no one knew what he was thinking.

I don't know how long later, suddenly, the white-haired old man beckoned them out, and the handsome young man closed the chess game and walked out of the room calmly.

"Wuji, you came out just in time, come, have a plate with Zhang He, I'll go see what Sanjin is eating." The old man seemed calm, but the pride in his words could not be hidden.

"Mr. Zhang, please. Ouyang Wuji walked to the stone bench and saluted with one hand.

"Then I'll be ugly. Mowgli little brother, please. After speaking, he sat down generously.

"I'll go first. "Zhang He is a quick temper, he doesn't need to let much, so he falls white in the middle.

Ouyang Wuji was two squares above the right of the white son, and gently dropped the sunspot.

A game of chess has just begun.

Zhang He has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he is not blindly short-tempered. Although he has been attacking, he has no defense, in his understanding that offense is the best defense, his moves are full of murderous energy, and the white sons are connected, like a fierce tiger, always pounced on the place where the sunspots are the most.

Ouyang Wuji is not, he doesn't have so much murderous energy, no, not at all, his chess is very gentle, just like his people, every step does not clash head-on with Baizi, but it does not mean that the sunspots are defeated and retreated, whenever the white is about to be swallowed, there will always be a few sunspots to connect the chess in this place, no matter how big the tiger's appetite is, it can't swallow the whole prey in one bite, if the white son is a white tiger, then the sunspot is a calm hunter, in terms of strength, not a tenth of the tiger, but always intentionally or unintentionally provoke the tiger's nerves, causing the tiger to be angry again and again but helpless。

The game itself is not very exciting, because when the tiger is exhausted, once the last strength is exhausted, the king of the mountain and forest can only be reduced to a bag.

Two pillars of incense time.

"I lost. Zhang He said.

"Acceptance, Brother Zhang's chess style is strong and powerful, and the momentum is very strong, and it is a fluke to win Wuji. Ouyang Wuji said with a smile.

"Your Excellency is too modest, Zhang's skills are not as good as others. Zhang He is unambiguous.

"Two. "Song Wen, this girl came out of nowhere. In fact, she has been here all along, at least after making tea and bringing it to her, but once you focus on something, no matter how attracted the outside world is, you will always be indifferent. Song Wen paused, "Please drink tea." With that, he put the tea in front of the two of them.

Placed in front of Ouyang Wuji, her eyes blinked a few times, and her small mouth smiled playfully. Ouyang Wuji picked up the teacup and smiled knowingly, he finally didn't embarrass Qigu, didn't embarrass Master, and didn't give it to her...

"Good tea, good tea, but it's a pity that no matter how good the tea is, no matter how mellow it is, it is tea after all, without the strength and boldness of wine. Zhang He said.

"General Zhang is so courageous. Ouyang Wuji said.

"Brother Wuji is also a dragon and phoenix among people, can he really bear to bury his talent in the Chess Valley? Why don't you do a great job with me, how about it?" Zhang He said suddenly, his eyes staring directly at Ouyang Wuji, hoping to observe his expression, even if it was a fleeting look.

But he was disappointed, because Ouyang Wuji was too normal, still so gentle and elegant, and even so personable, anyone standing in front of him would be overshadowed, and suddenly, Zhang He had an inexplicable impulse and jealousy. "Brother Zhang has an overreputation, Wuji is just a cloth cloth, he has no power to restrain chickens, and he has no strategy to stabilize the country, just the grass people in this small valley, how can He De be so loved by Brother Zhang?" said Ouyang Wuji with a smile.

"Mowgli..."Zhang He still had to speak.

"Virtuous nephew" saw 'Bai Xiang' coming from a distance, "The dish is ready, accompany me to drink two cups." “

"Okay" Zhang He glanced at Ouyang Wuji and got up to greet him.

"Who won this game?" asked the old man.

"Uncle Shi has taught a good apprentice!" Zhang He said, forgetting to glance at Ouyang Wuji behind him.

"Hahaha" all three laughed.