The sky is freezing and the ground is freezing and the wind is howling: the room is as warm as spring. Quiet and peaceful...

An old man and a young man sat facing each other. The coffee table had been moved away and a small square table with a chessboard on it was placed. The old man and the young man sat facing each other and were slowly placing pieces on the chessboard.

The bodyguard in the room, Mao Jing, temporarily left at the instruction of Mr. Li.

It seems that the two of them are not in a hurry to talk about any topic. It also seems that the two of them can explain something by playing chess. Hmm. The old man may have such a high level of understanding, but Xu Zhengyang does not, but Xu Zhengyang does not need to understand through the layout on the chessboard.

What, or thinking about the old man's thoughts, he couldn't even understand some mysterious words. But he could easily know what the old man was thinking.

In Xu Zhengyang's view, saying something that is ambiguous and difficult for people to understand but requires careful thinking is really a waste of effort to take off your pants and fart, or it is deliberately embarrassing people, playing with your identity, and bluffing people.

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Maybe people like them are used to talking like this?

Xu Zhengyang picked up a "horse" and killed it across the river to swallow a "soldier";

The old man immediately kicked Xu Zhengyang's horse over;

Xu Zhengyang’s cannon hit..."

In this game of chess, Xu Zhengyang did not hold anything back, and his style changed from being steady and both offensive and defensive to aggressive and murderous.

Maybe the killing was too hasty, so there will inevitably be loopholes in the defense?

Therefore, after a fierce and crazy killing attack, they were finally stopped by the enemy at the most critical moment. At the same time, the enemy's forward had already reached the front of our own Chinese army's tent. The situation was turning around. The situation was critical.

The old man raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Xu Zhengyang.

However, he saw that Xu Zhengyang's expression was still calm, with his head lowered and his brows furrowed. He couldn't see the look in his eyes at this time.

Xu Zhengyang's squadron quickly retreated and launched a rescue effort.

The old man's purpose was that Xu Zhengyang seemed to have predicted that such a situation would occur in advance. When he returned to the division, the guards of the Chinese army's tent did not panic, defended steadily, and resisted desperately; while those who returned to the division did not panic.

The forwards from all directions were as murderous as when they attacked before. The momentum was fierce, like sharp knives, tearing open the encirclement formed by the red chess and the black chess's central tent, and quickly formed a

Counter-siege situation.

By this time, Xu Zhengyang’s victory was determined!

But the red chess team was defeated. They were defeated miserably. Except for the veteran, all of them were slaughtered.

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Black's side also had very few pieces left and suffered a miserable victory.

The old man smiled and stood up, leaned on the back of the sofa, and said, "Yes, the sudden change in the chess style is beyond my expectation."

"Luck, I feel like I always lose to you. So I'll try a different approach." Xu Zhengyang said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"One more round?" Half Man suggested.

"good."

At the beginning of the second game, the chess pieces of both sides started fighting together, the sky was dark and the ground was dark, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses were everywhere."

It's a bit like two rookies who have just learned how to move the knight, the sun, and the elephant. They don't care about anything when playing chess. They only focus on taking pieces, killing, killing, killing!

But if a master of chess were watching the game here, he would definitely be stunned.

Both sides seem to be crazy and irrationally fighting, attacking, and counter-attacking; in fact, they are moving step by step, digging holes everywhere, and the chess layout is extremely sinister, strange and dangerous.

After a while...

There are very few chess pieces left on both sides.

Black has one general and two pawns. Red has one commander and one knight.

However, although the horse on the red side seems to be more powerful than the pawns, it is no longer able to reach the black general and die; and the two pawns on the red side sacrificed a horse and fought to kill the opponent's rook.

, forcing the red commander to death in the Chinese army camp.

A very brutal battle.

corpses

Old man, I lost another game.

He straightened up and leaned on the sofa. He picked up the purple clay pot and took a sip of the slightly cool tea. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at Xu Zhengyang, who had sat up straight across from him with a calm expression.

The old man said calmly: "My chess skills have improved greatly!"

"Grandpa, please give me some space."

The old man shook his head slightly and said: "The style of chess is ruthless. Going forward and being brave and courageous is commendable, but it is not the way to victory."

"That's all I can do." Xu Zhengyang smiled.

"Zhengyang, let me ask you something...is this game of chess played by you or by it?" the old man asked calmly and calmly.

Xu Zhengyang thought for a moment and said, "I am playing this game of chess."

"What does it say?"

"Stop checking..."

"Is this a compromise? Or a threat?"

Xu Zhengyang sighed and said: "Pity."

The old man's face darkened.

"But I'm in a dilemma." Xu Zhengyang said a little aggrievedly, "Caught in the middle, you can't go to the left or to the right. In fact, I think it's better to talk about everything. Why do you have to distinguish between high and low? After all, who is the best?

There’s no malicious intent, right?”.

"Think more long-term and take more care into consideration." The old man squinted his eyes. Looking at the landscape painting on the wall, he said calmly: "Maybe God's thoughts are different from our human thoughts. They are not very different.

We care about people's lives, but we don't, Zhengyang, do you understand?"

Xu Zhengyang shook his head and said: "It always does good things and has no malicious intent."

"Sometimes good intentions can lead to bad things."

The old man did not care whether the conversation between Xu Zhengyang and him would be heard by the god, because since Xu Zhengyang was asked to speak, the god should be unable to communicate with him. The old man would not think that his identity was not worthy of meeting him.

That so-called god.

"God will be angry." Xu Zhengyang said softly.

The old man smiled and said: "Zhengyang, don't go astray..."

"I understand." Xu Zhengyang looked at the old man and said seriously: "Grandpa, stop checking on my people. I'm worried that sooner or later my relatives will be found if this investigation continues." Grandpa, I am actually very temperamental.

Somewhat aggressive, um, very defensive."

The old man's expression suddenly became irritated. He probably never thought that Xu Zhengyang would say something so questioning and dissatisfied, even vaguely

"Do you think God is willing to take care of these earthly matters?" Xu Zhengyang asked.

"This is the human world, not heaven." The old man's voice became majestic. Obviously, he had completely regarded Xu Zhiyang as the spokesperson of the gods. Such words, including some words that Xu Zhengyang had said before that were completely inconsistent with his age, this time

At that time, in the heart of the old man, he believed that he was speaking on behalf of the gods, "Since ancient times, where has there been fairness?"

The corners of Xu Zhengyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a sneer. He said, "Since ancient times, how many gods have interfered in the human world?"

The old man nodded and looked at Xu Zhengyang.

"So... it is not God who should reflect, but man!"

The old man looked straight at Xu Zhengyang. There was no trace of expression on his old cheeks, and his eyes were as calm as abyss.

"Grandpa, God, I don't think about harming people." Xu Zhengyang said seriously, even with a hint of comfort in his tone: "It's the same as you. In fact, it's all for the good of people and won't do anything extreme. The so-called

Whatever you do, there is a moderation. God has his moderation, and we humans must also have moderation. We should not provoke God’s wrath and send down endless punishment.”

"for example."

"Oh, demolishing the temple is an insult to the gods. It is disrespectful to the people's beliefs. Those who win the hearts of the people will be happy. The people's will is God. You should reflect on it instead of forcing it."

"Are you preaching to me?"

"I don't dare, it's just a personal opinion, or in other words, Cheng Zhi asked me to bring you a message." At this point, Xu Zhengyang suddenly felt that he was a little ridiculous. No matter how this sentence sounded, it sounded a bit like "The Imperial Army asked me to bring you a message."

It means "believer", as if he betrayed mankind and stood on the side of mankind

As if he was the opposite, he changed his tone and said, "It's my own intention. God is very tolerant, but I'm actually very small-minded. If I get bullied by others, I'll get angry. I don't have the strength to get angry.

I asked for a helper... "To be honest, that person is really interesting to me."

The old man snorted coldly and waved his hand impatiently, signaling Xu Zhengyang to leave.

Xu Zhengyang stood up without staying much. When he walked to the door, he paused for a moment and said: "Grandpa, there is one more thing I have to tell you. I have two major taboos and the two most disgusting things. The first is

Someone is unfavorable to my relatives and friends, or does something that makes me feel uneasy; secondly, burning bridges across rivers, well. To put it bluntly, it is called killing the donkey, and I will be very angry. So I hope that anyone in your family

Don’t force Bing Jie’s thoughts.”

After saying that, Xu Zhengyang opened the curtain and walked out.

than., the king of war

Inside the house, the old man put the purple clay pot next to him. He held his hands slightly and placed them on his abdomen. He leaned on the sofa with his eyes squinted, as if he was tired and about to fall asleep.
To be continued...