Hua Xiaowu stood on the side of Zhang Moqian, quietly looking at the young man with ordinary appearance and shabby clothes, and was a little surprised. Before, this young man was not outstanding but not outstanding, but at this time, his temperament changed completely when sitting in front of the chessboard. Hua Xiaowu moved his footsteps gently to give herself more opportunities to observe. She found that this young man in his early twenties who was inconspicuous no matter where he was placed, had a peaceful aura and was not impetuous. In this fragmented society, it was very difficult for young people of this age to do this.

Hua Xiaowu's interest increased greatly.

She was not a master of Go, but she was quite proficient. After playing more than twenty moves in a row, she discovered that this young man named Zhang Moqian began to be restless, purely playing hooligan tricks, and fighting on two fronts without reason. The white chess that Ouyang held seemed calm and light, and soldiers came to block the water and soil.

However, Zhang Moqian's black chess seems fierce, but the white chess takes the lead in the upper left corner, and it is very likely that the white chess will be scraped away.

Even so, Zhang Moqian's chess style is still rampant, and the left side of the game is trying hard to surround the sky. What is the saying? How can you allow others to snore on the side of the bed? You must be determined to guard against the white chess to snore and prevent them from slitting into the sky.

Ouyang took a deep breath and was highly focused.

He knew that he had met an opponent!

Because of his talent or why, he has been a good amateur since he was a child. Go and chess are masters among amateur players. Especially Go, because he was born in a big family, he has a chance than ordinary people. He has been a master of famous masters since he was a child. When he first started playing games, he looked down on Zhang Moqian's tricks, but as his hands increased, he was shocked to find that this kid was actually a Go master.

Ouyang didn’t know that Zhang Moqian’s Go was taught by the immortal old man Xu Beidou. When Mr. Xu Beidou taught him to play chess, he told him that Go is the best in his mood.

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. Mr. Xu said to Zhang Moqian 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 discussed? How can chess without realm become a master?

Therefore, when Mr. Xu started teaching 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.

Soon, the game began to enter the final stage.

White chess began to close the door and beat the dog, but he didn't give in and both sides fought closely.

Hua Xiaowu played with Ouyang and knew Ouyang's calculation ability well. However, at this moment, she suddenly discovered that this ordinary-looking man had a perfect skill in ruling the orphans. He actually took a move in a super battle, and then directly slaughtered a super big dragon in the white chess.

Hua Xiaowu took a deep breath and sighed softly. Ouyang's skills in Go were already amazing. Even if he was making a living in the professional chess world, he would not starve to death. However, when he met this man named Zhang Moqian, Ouyang lost so tragically.

Playing chess is a very physical and physical effort. Ouyang was defeated and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

Zhang Moqian silently cleaned up the chess game, and then he raised his head and looked at Ouyang and said, "Young Master Ou, who won this game?"

"You won." Ouyang said deflatedly.

"What?"

“…”

If it weren't for this kind of occasion, Ouyang would have gone wild. His voice was obviously not small, but the bastard asked again and again.

The Qin family is currently on the side of the Jiang family and can be regarded as an ally with Zhang Moqian. At this time, Qin Shu deliberately stood up and said with a smile: "Boss Zhang, you are really amazing. Young Master Ouyang is known as the versatile talent in the Yangtze River Delta. He lost to you on the piano before, but now he loses to you on Go again."

"Haha, Mr. Qin, I actually have a nickname," Zhang Moqian said with a smile.

"What's the nickname?" Qin Shu sang and said to Zhang Moqian.

"A super versatile talent who knows astronomy and geography is known as Master Zhi." Zhang Moqian said without blushing.

After saying these words, not to mention others, even Qin Shu, who was standing in the same camp with him, secretly scolded him for being shameless. How could he stick a gigo on his face like this?

Hua Xiaowu frowned. These arrogant words made her finally feel a little bit of good feelings for Zhang Moqian dissipated.

"Bao, Boss Zhang, you have a thick skin." Zhang Moqian's words naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of Ouyang's fans, but this time the speech was not the fat girl with freckles on her face, but a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old and gentle appearance. He was wearing a white dress and pouting, and was extremely dissatisfied with Zhang Moqian's domineering attitude.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Moqian asked with a smile.

"No, at most you just won the piano and Go. What's so proud of me? Young Master Ouyang can do it." The girl with a gentle appearance muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, let's do it!" Zhang Moqian raised his eyebrows, "Since you are not convinced, I will compete with Mr. Ouyang. Isn't Mr. Ouyang known as being proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Isn't Mr. Ouyang good at painting for too long? Otherwise, how about the calligraphy? "

"Tsk, you won't be so lucky!"

"How about we bet, if I beat Mr. Ouyang in calligraphy, what if you kiss me?" Zhang Moqian looked at the soft and beautiful girl with a smile.

"You... a gangster... bet just bet!" The gentle-looking girl turned to Ouyang and said, "Young Master Ou, come on, you must win!"

Ouyang nodded reluctantly. The two consecutive failures had already made him doubt his ability. However, he was not easy to offend a provincial party committee member in the Pearl River Delta area, the father of the girl who looked gentle. After all, the Ou family has a lot of business in the Pearl River Delta and needs government connections.

Ouyang is known as the number one versatile talent in the Yangtze River Delta and is recognized for his strength. However, the young man named Boss Zhang defeated Ouyang in succession on piano and Go, and his strength is obvious to all, and they also pay more and more attention to this young man.

"Young Master Ouyang, you can choose regular script, running script, and cursive script." Zhang Moqian's tone was still arrogant.

"Then let's do running script." This time, Ouyang did not dare to be proud and chose the running script he was best at. He failed continuously on piano and Go. Ouyang had already put down his underestimation. Moreover, he also knew that if he lost to Zhang Moqian in calligraphy this time, he believed that today's affairs would soon spread to the Yangtze River Delta, and even the Beijing, Tianjin and Tang dynasties. At that time, he would be embarrassed.

Without Xue Chan's instructions, the waiters brought the table and the four treasures of the study used in calligraphy.

"Young Master Ou, please ask first!" Zhang Moqian said with a smile.

Ouyang did not hesitate, which was exactly what he meant. When writing calligraphy with brushes, mentality was extremely important. If Zhang Moqian wrote it first, if his calligraphy was really good, then Ouyang believed that it would put some pressure on himself, and he would not be able to achieve his true level at that time.

Ouyang walked to the table, chose the appropriate brush, lay the rice paper, and the waiter had finished grinding the ink.

After pondering for a while, he picked up the brush and dipped it ink.

Start writing.

Time passed by minute by minute, and he wrote for a total of ten minutes. When he waved the last stroke, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the words on the rice paper, he knew that he performed very well this time, and he was sure that he would win Zhang Moqian this time. He recognized Zhang Moqian's attainment in piano. He also recognized his accomplishments in Go. He didn't believe it. Is this kid really a genius?

Thinking of this, Ouyang looked at Hua Xiaowu with a smile on his face and spread the rice paper.

“That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrance of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the truth in your chanting;

That month, I shook all the prayer tubes, not for salvation, but for touching your fingertips;

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not for the sake of the audience, but for the warmth of yours;

In that life, I turned around mountains, waters and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way...

Tsangyang Gyatso's love poem!

"Xiao Wu, this is for you." Ouyang smiled.

“Young Master Ouyang wrote so well!”

"So touched!"

Everyone was talking, and Zhang Moqian cursed in his heart to show off.

"Thank you." Hua Xiaowu took the rice paper.

"Hey, that Boss Zhang, you're the one who's here, you're bound to lose." The girl with a gentle appearance said proudly.

Zhang Moqian slowly walked to the table and took a few deep breaths.

Hold your breath, concentrate, lift your pen, dip in ink.

Every move of Zhang Moqian was so round, the way was invisible, and the heavy sword had no edge. However, Hua Xiaowu's eyes suddenly condensed and placed them on Zhang Moqian.

After picking up the pen, Zhang Moqian entered a state. It was no longer important for the people around him to evaluate him. At this time, he was integrated into his spiritual world.

The moment when the best Hu pen and the best rice paper came into contact, Zhang Moqian was completely crazy, frowned, and the Hu pen was in his hands, just like a legendary artifact. The pen was like a dragon and snake, the dragon and the phoenix danced, like flying and dancing, like quiet and moving.

The people standing next to Zhang Moqian felt that Zhang Moqian was exuding a momentum of being the only one in the sky and the earth.

The ink is thick but the words are not thick. If the hardness is hard, wait for the softness, and the hardness and softness are combined.

A few minutes later, Zhang Moqian finished the last stroke.

Qin Shu and Ouyang, who were present, were stunned, while Hua Xiaowu let out a heavy breath and said, "Good words."

Running script.

Song Yu [Tengtuzi's Lustful Fu]
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