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An unknown person called "Ji Rufeng" was named the general of the protector of the country, Zhang Heguan, the son of Zhang Taifu, was named Shangshu, and the posthumous general Wang Han was named a loyal and brave marquis, and Xu Sanjin was named "chess immortal".

It is said that a white-haired old man walked away with a man who was missing a finger, and Master Lifan passed away in the Zen monastery at night.

After Xu Sanjin was busy with the funerals of Zhang Wenzheng and Sun Mou, he took Miao Qingqing and Sun Huaiyu, who looked a little crazy, and disappeared.

However, no one saw Ouyang Wuji, and no one knew where he was, not even the word "said".

The originally boiling capital suddenly calmed down, just like after a tsunami, it was always exceptionally quiet. However, the dilapidated houses and the smell of fishiness everywhere still prove that the tsunami has come.

Ten years later.

Wyvern Castle.

The town, which had existed for ten years, seemed to have lost the depression and peace of the past, because it became a second economic center. The name of Yongle Village is known to very few people except for some natives.

In the center of the castle there is a golden dragon, the golden dragon looks up at the sky, quite proud of the meaning of the group, people come and go, endlessly, because this is the fortress leading to the border, but also the gathering place of economic and cultural exchanges between countries.

The reason why people remember Ji Rufeng is not because of his title of protector general, but because he is the city lord of Feilong Castle, and here, he is the sky.

It's like this chess match he held in Wyvern Castle, no one can stop it, and no one knows what he's going to do?

Every day is a new beginning, and every day is a day when people are waiting for that rooster crow.

Kong Laoba was still setting up his tea stall, a row of long tables with a row of bowls of tea, and he was sitting on the Taishi chair, his eyes squinting, basking in the sun. Those who came from the south to the north, some rested, some who were thirsty, and some came to talk about it. After all, these are passers-by.

There is always a bowl next to him, a bowl for one person to drink tea.

That man usually came here in the morning, drank tea, and watched the endless stream of people with him. Then, leave.

"How's the tea today?" Kong Laoba asked lazily while lying on the Taishi chair.

"You're still selling cold skin. The man said lightly.

Kong Laoba didn't think so, as if he had known that this was the result. "Then why are you drinking?"

The man did not speak, but continued to drink freely.

"Do you really want to play chess with your senior brother?" asked Kong Laoba.

"You don't seem to be a mouthy person. The man said lightly.

Kong Laoba really didn't speak, because he wasn't a mouthy person.

The two still looked at the crowd, still listened to the hustle and bustle, and still drank tea. I don't know when I'll leave, but it's so coordinated.

If you're leaving, let's have a drink.

The man finished his tea and left. As he walked out of the tea shed, "You'd better leave the Dragon Castle." ”

Kong Laoba was stunned for a moment, and "En" was the answer.

The world says that he is a chess demon, fell into the devil's way, and killed people with chess, but who can know that he is just a person who comes to drink tea with him every day, an ordinary person.

"Boss, have a bowl of tea. A man with a hat said to him.

"It's right in front. Kong Laoba said.

"But even if it's there, some people still can't see it, don't they?" the man walked around the long table in front of him and walked in front of him.

Kong Laoba raised his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"I used to be a passerby, now I'm a tea drinker. ”

"You know him?"

"Who doesn't know him?" the man asked.

"You shouldn't drink tea. “

"It's true that all I drink is wine. “

"Kill him or save him?"

"Is there a difference?"

.....

"You don't look like a guy who killed him. “

"I'm a tea drinker now, and the man picks up a bowl of tea and drinks it all. "Walk away.

"He's right, you better go. The man laughed.

Kong Laoba frowned, and he saw that the man only had four fingers on his right hand.

Inside the Wyvern Castle.

"City Lord, Prime Minister Zhang Cheng asks to see. One said.

"Zhang He?"

"Yes. ”

"Let him in. ”

"Yes. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Ji Rufeng's mouth, this chess game is getting more and more interesting.

This game is different from ten years ago, and there are basically no onlookers. But that doesn't mean people aren't full of curiosity.

Since ancient times, curiosity has killed as many people as possible. Still, people are enthusiastic about it.

Today is a good day, cloudless, the spring breeze is warm, and even the sun is coming with a smiling face.

Today is a special day.

The time to play chess is set at the first hour.

The time came, but neither of them had yet come.

Xu Sanjin couldn't tell what kind of mood he felt, when he saw his junior brother, he felt guilty, worried, and very excited, but he was a chess demon, a devil who regarded his fate like a mustard, could it really be a thought to become a Buddha and a thought to become a demon? I hadn't seen him for ten years, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this would be the junior brother he knew before. Perhaps, the death of his junior sister hit him too hard.

He sat in the room and thought, thinking about seeing him who insisted on fighting with him yesterday, thinking about him who was crazy yesterday, thinking about the original junior brother, and deciding one thing.

Save someone's life and sacrifice your life.

Mowgli, Mowgli, can you become back?

In the world, everyone has their own dreams, everyone has their own hearts, everyone's dreams come together, weave into a beautiful fairy tale, everyone's hearts come together, what will be the result?

In this world, there is nothing wrong with this, love and hate are just more people, the disturbances are coming, the tranquility is leaving you, and there are more entangled threads, cutting constantly, and the reasoning is still messy, when will this disturbance stop?

Today's sun is exceptionally warm and warm, making people feel lazy, and such a sunny day is rare.

The sundial walks slowly, not slowly, he has his own rules, and the rings of the years are also the best proof.

When the shadow of the sundial pointed to the hour, everyone present couldn't help but look out the door.

Both arrived.

"Morning, junior brother. Xu Sanjin said.

"I'm never late. Ouyang Wuji didn't look at him and said lightly.

"You're still the same. Xu Sanjin said with a smile.

Ouyang Wuji didn't speak, he didn't need to speak.

"Two wins in three games, or one win or lose?" Xu Sanjin said with a smile as he looked at Ouyang Wuji, who was sitting opposite.

"Whatever you want. Ouyang Wuji took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Then let's play a game, and the grudge between you and me will be over. Xu Sanjin said.

Feilong Lake, Forgotten Peak Pavilion.

"Zhang He, do you believe in grievances?" Ji Rufeng stood there, looking at the sky with his hands in his hands.

"Do you believe it?" Zhang He sat there, looking at him.

"Hate me?" Ji Rufeng asked.

"Is it useful to hate?" Zhang He asked.

"I can't complain about others" Ji Rufeng paused, "This is a grievance." “

There are no waves on the lake, and people's hearts are silent.

How beautiful it would be if everyone was like the leaves falling under this tree, floating quietly on the surface of the water, wandering freely with the direction of the current.

"Senior brother, are you still the same you?" asked Xu Sanjin.

"What about you?" asked Ouyang Wuji.

"Ten years on, everything will change. Xu Sanjin sighed and said. Then he couldn't help but think of such a sentence. "There is a loquat tree in the garden, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion. ”

"You're still you, I'm still me. Ouyang Wuji put down the teacup and said.

"Why do we have to play this game of chess?" Xu Sanjin said, "Is the victory really that important?"

"Perhaps. ”

Tang Feng had been squatting on the tree for a few hours, but that didn't stop him from continuing. The cracks in the leaves shone on his face through a few rays of sunlight, and he couldn't help but yawn. He thought of the time when he was separated from Bai Yuan before he came.

"Old man, aren't you going?" Tang Feng asked the drunken Bai Yuan and said.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Yuan said with a wine burp and vaguely.

"Aren't you going to save your apprentice?" Tang Feng asked.

"I, can I save....hiccup....who?" Bai Yuan said.

"Then I'll go, and if he insists on not turning back, I'll have to kill him. Tang Feng stared at Bai Yuan and said, while Bai Yuan was still drinking his wine.

"Perhaps," Bai Yuan replied vaguely, still drinking his wine, sip after sip, pot after pot. What is drunk? What is awake?

Ten years have passed, since Tang Feng rescued Bai Yuan, Bai Yuan is no longer a white face, but a complete drunkard. A generation of famous faces is actually with a killer, and even Tang Feng himself is embarrassed.

Both of these men actually said these three words. Is it to see through the helplessness of life, or is there already something in his heart? Tang Feng didn't know.

There are so many unknowns in life, why should you know everywhere.

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and bloom without knowing. The years have withered, and all that is left is beauty.

You see the sky is so blue, it should have been a good day.

Heaven and earth are vertical and horizontal, scattered among the four continents and five mountains, heaven and earth are like chess, and who can hold the son?

Is it really that important to win or lose?

Fame and fortune, **, power, how insignificant compared to this clear sky. If you really understand all this in this life, you will not live in vain.

After so many years of playing iron, do you really know how to play chess?

Do you really want to leave the capital?

Liu Chunfeng asked him so at the beginning.

These two people sat in Du Fu's teahouse for a day, got off for a day, chatted for a day, and waited until the wine shop closed, and the lights floated in the lonely night, and the two said goodbye and never saw each other again. Maybe it's really a spring breeze, once the wind passes, you can't fly with the wind after all.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

In the past ten years, Xu Sanjin has not touched a single chess game.

He found a place where no one knew him and worked as a blacksmith. Miao Qingqing naturally became the wife of a blacksmith, although she was sometimes willful and rude, she was also the mother of five children. Sun Huaiyu also became a teacher, and he lived comfortably every day.

Xu Sanjin is lucky, lucky for ten years. Until one day a man came to the blacksmith's shop, and the peaceful life was shattered.

The man gave him something.

A painting.

Portrait of a woman.

Xu Sanjin knew that he couldn't hide. He has been running away for ten years, and no one wants to touch the wound he once injured and cut it open with a knife. But he had to. He was his brother, no matter how much he hated him. He is also Qingqing's husband, and he wants to support this family, because here, there are people he loves and people who love him.

Before leaving, Qingqing asked, "Do you have to go?"

Xu Sanjin didn't answer, he couldn't answer, he didn't dare to answer. He was never a carefree person, he was afraid.

Therefore, he found Sun Huaiyu, if there is an accident, there is a trust.

Today's Sun Huaiyu is no longer the person who looks for words among the flowers and can't be depressed all day long, after he listened, he laughed heartily and said, "You go, don't find your way home in the end." “

Xu Sanjin was very helpless, and some regretted bringing him here.

It seems that in addition to this, he has also forgotten how to play chess.

"I don't know how to play chess, I've forgotten. “

"What, do you want to admit defeat?" Ouyang Wuji replied lightly.

"Hey. How could it be? Wuji, isn't it that the senior brother said that you, you have a little eyesight, can't you? Senior brother is modest, you said that if you win, then you should have no face? Senior brother is not, a broken iron, winning or losing is not so important. cough cough," Xu Sanjin glanced at the teacup opposite, "Senior brother, senior brother said that he wouldn't pour a cup of tea for such a long time?"

Ouyang Wuji didn't speak, he still listened quietly as before. In front of Xu Sanjin, there was also an extra cup of tea.

Xu Sanjin drank it all, looked up to the sky and laughed, and threw out a son.

"Who do you think will win?" asked Ji Rufeng.

"What do you want to do again?" Zhang He stood up and asked.

"Don't be nervous, you won't die anyway?" Ji Rufeng said.

"For Wang Han's sake?" Zhang He said. "Don't you feel a little stabbed at the cost of your brother's life to pave the way for yourself?"

"Those who achieve great things are not informal. Ji Rufeng said calmly.

"Xiaojie, how many people have died because of this, and what have you got? This...."Zhang He pointed to the dragon.

"I don't like to control other people's lives and deaths, and others can't decide my life and death. Ji Rufeng slowly turned around and looked at Zhang He.

"Is it? Now there are only two of you and me in the pavilion, your martial arts are not as good as mine, and your life and death are not in my hands?" Zhang He asked, holding the sword in his left hand.

"You don't ------ dare kill me. Ji Rufeng dragged out his voice, with a little disdain.

"Why?"

"If you kill me, the borders of the Quartet will be difficult to peace, and if you kill me, my soldiers will rebel, and the country will not be protected; if you kill me, how can you keep your position as prime minister? He stared at Zhang He and slowly approached Zhang He.

Zhang He didn't say a word, his right hand clenched into a fist.

"When I was talking just now, you could have had seven chances to kill me, but you didn't, Prime Minister Zhang, you better be your prime minister. Ji Rufeng said.

"Then it seems that I can really only be a prime minister. Zhang He suddenly regained his demeanor, sat down, and said with a smile, his smiling eyes full of sarcasm.

"Oh, it looks like it's quite interesting. Ji Rufeng said without any waves.

Life is like chess, chess is like life.

Gambling, fighting, winning or losing, is a game of chess, but also a person's life.

Naturally, there are also draws.

However, this situation is rare, just like tossing a coin, it is either positive or negative, and it can rarely stand in the middle.

Similarly, in the history of Xu Sanjin and Ouyang Wuji's game, there is no time for a draw.

Because there are very few things in this world that can be "drawn." ”

Gongsun on the side frowned slightly without regrets.

Because according to the style of playing chess, it is not like the person who played against him yesterday, according to his understanding of Ouyang Wuji, Ouyang Wuji did not do his best.

Similarly, Xu Sanjin is also calm.

The two are more like talking with chess, communicating with chess, and telling the past with chess. The fragrance of tea dances with the bright sunshine, making people inhale inadvertently, and the mood is so comfortable. Gongsun Wuregret suddenly had the idea of stretching his waist, as if this was not a chess game that decided life and death, but a chess game for pastime after dinner.

Didn't Ouyang Wuji always want to put Xu Sanjin to death? Wasn't he a chess demon? Where has he been in the past ten years? Gongsun Wuji suddenly had this thought.

Gongsun Wuregret is not the only one who has this kind of thought, but also Zhang He.

Because it's a mystery.

Kong Laoba is cleaning up the tea stall, although there is a lot of reluctance, he has never been a person who drags mud and water. On the contrary, it was as bold as when Ouyang Wuji persuaded him to leave the capital ten years ago. He doesn't like to listen to others, but once he does, he has no possibility of regretting.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a sentence. "Boss, come to a pot of tea. ”