Qinglong Town. An ancient town on the outskirts of Kunzhou City.

Blue bricks, green tiles, bluestone roads, round stone wells, vermilion lacquer doors, and every part of the entire town exudes an antique atmosphere.

Zhang Moqian parked the car. Of course, the car was his second-hand bicycle. He pushed open the large wooden door that had been carved with mottled marks. With the creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open.

An old man in his seventies was wearing a Tang suit in the yard, and was teasing two birds with great enthusiasm. The two birds had beautiful feathered crests and a small and conical mouth. They were creeping and larks with a generous nature. The strangest thing was that the two birds were not in the cage at all, but were singing intimately on the shoulders of the old man.

In the eyes of others, Old Man Xu is a godlike figure. Zhang Moqian is not surprised by this intimate couple of Bai Ling and Old Man Xu.

When Bai Ling saw Zhang Moqian, she chirped at him, the invader, and quickly flew to the big tree in the middle of the yard.

"Hehe, old man, I'm here to see you." Zhang Moqian smiled, and his words did not have any respect for Mr. Xu, who was like a fairy in the eyes of outsiders.

"You have no hands, so how can you come?" The old man in white Tang suit didn't give Zhang Moqian any face and said bluntly: "How long have you been not here to see me? It's almost a year?"

"Hey, old man, I am at my age and I am so busy that I can't get angry every day. I always want to see you, but I can't take time." Zhang Moqian smiled silly: "Now, when I have time today, I will come to see you."

"Is there something to ask me?" Mr. Xu snorted coldly.

"Uh... the old man can't hide anything from you." Zhang Moqian said.

Xu Beidou looked at this child who had suffered for twenty-one years and had been carrying the family mission. He had not seen him for a year, his appearance had not changed, and his smile had not changed. But whenever he saw the child's smile, he felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart.

Xu Beidou looked at Zhang Moqian with soft eyes and said, "First play chess with the old man."

Zhang Moqian sat opposite Mr. Xu, placing his chessboard and sitting upright. There were people outside the mountain. From the first time he played chess with Mr. Xu, Zhang Moqian, who knew that he was a master, did not dare to look down on him. Mr. Xu's chess age was longer than his age.

Zhang Moqian is the way to play Go. The ancients talked about "chess", and there is no distinction between black and white. Those with higher proportions will first move first, and those with lower proportions will later move later. Nowadays, Go is black first and then white. Zhang Moqian is also respectful to Mr. Xu.

Zhang Moqian's start was very plain, with ordinary routines, casting wide nets, and not in a hurry to take the lead. Perhaps he was testing Mr. Xu's strength and playing steadily. Old Man Xu's idea was the same as Zhang Moqian. The way of Go, the doctrine of the mean, and the temperament and precipitation in Mr. Xu's eyes told Zhang Moqian that he had experienced all the experiences, and he had experienced them that he should not have experienced them. Naturally, the chess routines would not be as eager to make progress as young people, and they would go astray.

It is the same chess game as Zhang Moqian.

The start was dull, but the mid-market was not dull. Perhaps the test of the two people had ended and they finally started to work hard.

"Mo Qian, do you know the highest level of playing chess?" Mr. Xu whispered after starting camping in the upper left corner.

What is the realm of Go? The ancients divided chess players with nine types: one is to enter the spirit, two is to sit and shine, three is to be specific, four is to be concise, five is to use wisdom, six is ​​to be small, seven is to fight, eight is to be foolish, and nine is to keep clumsy. My father Zhang Yiqun told him that Go is the most important realm. The way of Go is the way of Tai Chi and the way of the mean. If the mind to seek the Tao does not exist, what realm is there? How can chess without realm become a master?

Therefore, when Zhang Yiqun began to teach Zhang Moqian to play scores, he deliberately guided Zhang Moqian's mood. The mood of the chess player is the real realm of that game of Go.

"My dad said that the highest level of playing chess is that there is no chess in your hands or chess in your game, but there is chess everywhere in your heart." Zhang Moqian ignored Mr. Xu's open construction of the plank road and secretly crossed Chen Cang, but continued to follow his entire game routine without any hesitation.

"Do you know what the ruling people admire most now?" Mr. Xu continued to ask. The two seemed to be playing chess, but they were more of communication between one big and one small, one man and one woman.

Zhang Moqian shook his head.

After a few moves, Mr. Xu gently put down a chess piece in the lower right corner, and declared that Zhang Moqian was wiped out in part and said lightly: "That's it."

"Respecting Confucianism, the doctrine of the mean?" Zhang Moqian ignored the fact that the chess piece in the lower right corner had become a dead chess and said tentatively. Mr. Xu continued to play chess happily, just laughing without saying a word. After a piece of despair, he continued to speak: "For so many years, I have always supported the youthfulness of cadres. Although the culture of China for thousands of years is its essence, history and the times have been moving forward. The Confucianism and the doctrine of the mean may have been applicable before, but now they are no longer suitable. They have become the doctrine of the mean, and they have become a stagnant pool, and the people have become foolish people."

Zhang Moqian didn't understand these things, but just listened carefully and kept them silently in his heart.

"Mr. Xu, everyone grows up through mistakes. I think the country is the same. Tolerate him to make small mistakes and avoid making big mistakes in the future." Zhang Moqian thought for a while and said.

"Well, this is true. Playing chess is the same as being a human being and a country. Tolerate small mistakes and avoid making big mistakes." Old Master Xu's eyes flashed, and the eyes of his eyes looking at Zhang Moqian were a little different.

"Mo Qian, you have a long way to go in the future. Understand what the rulers need, don't need, admire, and disgusted. It is very important to you." Mr. Xu said, putting down the warm chess piece in his hand.

Zhang Moqian was shocked. Mr. Xu guessed the way he was going to take in the future!

More than half an hour later, the game of Zhang Moqian and Mr. Xu finally reached the final stage. Both of them were the Eight Immortals who crossed the sea and showed their magical powers. The lurking chess pieces and traps slowly surfaced. Mr. Xu's open construction of the plank road and secretly crossed Chencang, and Zhang Moqian avoided his edge and took a shortcut.

"Mo Qian, don't admit defeat. You no longer have the power to turn the world around in this game." Seeing that the ending seemed to be destined, Mr. Xu said with a smile, his tone was much more kinder than the beginning.

"Old man, my dad said that playing chess is the same as being a human being. It will be difficult to make a final conclusion until the last moment." Zhang Moqian said unmovedly, then gently placed the ordinary piece in his hand that was exactly the same as all the black chess in his hand to the left of Tianyuan, and said with a smile: "Look."

The situation where Zhang Moqian had just completely lost was changed in an instant, and a complete and strong reversal completely made Mr. Xu's chess to death and had to abandon his son and surrender.

Mr. Xu was stunned at the chessboard, talking to himself, and practicing on the chessboard. Zhang Moqian sat down calmly. After a few minutes, Mr. Xu almost gave up and put down the chess piece, raised his head, looked at Zhang Moqian with appreciation and said, "I didn't expect that, I was taught a lesson by you today. It's good, not bad, worthy of being Zhang Yiqun's son."

"Mo Qian, I'm walking and playing chess. Since I have determined the future path, I must be vigilant and be careful every step." Mr. Xu pondered for a moment and added: "The merits of the game should be back in half a year. He will help you at that time."

"Xu Boyi?" Zhang Moqian couldn't help but smile when he thought of the despicable man.

The old and the young went into the living room for a while to talk, and then Zhang Moqian talked to Mr. Xu about the main purpose of today. After that, Zhang Moqian handed the four-leaf clover-shaped mutton fat jade to Mr. Xu.

Mr. Xu took the jade pendant, put on reading glasses, and looked at it carefully.

"Old man, you are very knowledgeable about jade. Do you know what caused the color of mutton fat jade?" Seeing that the old man kept looking at the jade pendant and didn't say anything, Zhang Moqian couldn't help asking.

Mr. Xu waved his hand gently and said, "I have never seen such a situation since I was twenty years old and I have been playing with jade for fifty-seven years."

Then, Mr. Xu said with a serious expression: "Mo Qian, are you sure this piece of jade is the piece your mother left for you?"

"100% sure." Zhang Moqian affirmed.

Mr. Xu nodded and returned the jade pendant to Zhang Moqian. After pondering for a while, he said, "Moqian, if I say that some jade has spirituality, do you believe it?"

"This... is too mysterious?" As a materialist, how could Zhang Moqian believe these things?

"Xuanhu?" Mr. Xu shook his head and said, "Then let me tell you something I have experienced personally. It happened forty-six years ago. At that time, I lived in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province. Because something happened to my relatives in the United States, I needed to deal with it. The ticket was already bought, but when I arrived at the dock, what did you say happened?"

"What happened?" Zhang Moqian said in confusion.

"When I was only fifty meters away from the ship, the Jade Guanyin, who had been wearing it for 11 years, suddenly became hot. At that moment, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in my mind, and I didn't get on the ship in the end." Mr. Xu continued: "I stayed in Jiangsu and Zhejiang for another two days before I went to the United States. When I arrived in the United States, I realized that something happened to the ship in the sea that day, and none of the people on the ship lived."

"Is this evil?" Zhang Moqian widened his eyes.

"Old man, can you let me see your jade Guanyin?" Zhang Moqian looked expectant. He wanted to see what the jade that would become hot independently looked like.

Mr. Xu shook his head and said, "It's a pity that Yu Guanyin cracked a few days after it became hot, and finally broke."

Seeing Old Man Xu with regret, Zhang Moqian quipped: "I guess my spirituality will be broken after playing with it."

"Maybe, what you said makes sense."

“…”

Zhang Moqian didn't expect that his joke would be recognized by Old Man Xu.

After staying at Old Man Xu's house for a whole afternoon, Zhang Moqian left. Old Man Xu wanted him to stay for dinner together, but the beauty had an appointment. Zhang Moqian, who values ​​sex rather than righteousness, naturally chose to share dinner with the beautiful woman Li Si.

Along the way, Zhang Moqian's mind kept echoing the old man Xu's words: "The color change of mutton fat jade may not be a good thing. Keeping the jade well may bring you luck."

Can a piece of jade bring you luck? Isn’t that too much?

When he arrived in the city, Zhang Moqian shook off the mess in his head. What he should think about now is how to have dinner with urban white-collar workers Li Si. This is the first step in picking up girls, and he had to think carefully.
Chapter completed!