In the next two days, Feng Jueyu's daily activities included one more thing, which was to go to the lake to play chess with two old men. Feng Jueyu was not bored at all, but enjoyed it endlessly. The reason was actually the old man's
His chess skills are superb, and his methods are vaguely reminiscent of those of his previous master. It can be regarded as a bit of a nostalgia for others. Young Master Feng runs to the lake every day.
Anyway, the preparation of the first-grade Jinchuang medicine in Jishifang has been put on the agenda. The required medicinal materials have been improved by Shengzhiqi, so there is no need to personally persuade him to prepare the medicine. Li Yide and Tong'er have no time to talk to him, and even Gong Gong
Yang Yu also helped by urging his horse into battle, but it was useless to stay there. It was better to do something he liked.
Mentioning Gong Yangyu, Feng Jueyu was very pleased. The ugly old man's skills did not disappoint Young Master Feng. That guy was actually a master of the Tianwu Realm before. No wonder he claimed to be a Blood Soul Sword. It seemed that he was messing around.
He has a good reputation. Moreover, in this week, the old man's skill has fully recovered from the Qi Martial Realm to the intermediate Xuanwu Realm, and he can now stand alone. If he had not acted too hastily, Feng Jueyu would have had the intention to let him return to the Tianwu Realm.
Ten days have passed since the Spring Talents Association, the examination has ended, and the palace examination has also been completed. Tiannan heard that Xi Ruiyun, Ma Yuanru, and Shang Gongjin were all nominated on the list, and won the top three in a row, becoming Tiannan.
The official and qualified "employees" of a big country are just these things that are hailed as national events in Tiannan, and they are not in the eyes of Young Master Feng at all.
One morning in early spring, the sky was crisp and the weather was particularly good. Feng Jueyu completed his morning exercises as usual and came to Xilin Lake. He saw two old men sitting on the edge of the lake setting up a chess stall for ten years.
You do it one by one and I do it one by one, enjoying it.
For several days in a row, Feng Jueyu became quite familiar with the two "bodyguards". When they saw him coming, they acted as if they hadn't seen him and let him squat beside the chess stall to watch the chess game.
Since playing a game with old man Heizi three days ago, the two of them have talked more and told each other their names. He only knows that old man Heizi's surname is Zhou, which is "Zhou" from Xia, Shang and Zhou, and that old man Baizi's surname is "Zhang"
, for this reason Feng Jueyu called the two of them "Old Zhou" and "Old Zhang" respectively.
Similarly, the two old men only knew Feng Jueyu's surname "Feng". Other than that, they knew nothing about each other. Their current relationship could only be determined as chess friends. Apart from playing chess, they had no contact with each other.
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Seeing Feng Jueyu squatting on the side, Mr. Zhang, who had just lost the white piece in the opening game, smiled and chatted about his daily life: "Master Feng, you squat here every day when you come here. You can see the whole game at a glance, don't you think?"
Tired?"
Old man Heizi Zhou stroked his beard and smiled, then glanced at Feng Jueyu.
Feng Jueyu dragged his chin, without taking his eyes off the chessboard at all, and replied scornfully: "A game of chess can be compared to a pleasing painting. Those who listen to it enjoy themselves and will not be tired no matter how long it takes. Mr. Zhang, I must change
It's you, you won't be tired, right?"
"Yo? You're talking about a lot of truth." Old man Zhang looked at Feng Jueyu in surprise and said jokingly: "Master Feng, you didn't talk much in the past."
These two old men were calm-tempered and kind-hearted. Feng Jueyu had a great liking for them. After a few days of getting to know each other, they were able to make a few harmless jokes with each other.
Feng Jueyu didn't even look up and replied: "That's because Mr. Zhang and I have been together for too short a time. If it had been longer, I'm afraid he wouldn't have said that."
Old man Zhou, who was holding the black piece, laughed and said very happily: "That's good, sir, you don't know, I am very depressed when I play chess with this boring gourd like Lao Zhang every day."
"Am I bored?" Old Man Zhang squinted his eyes and said: "Old Zhou, what you said is not authentic. Who said that a true gentleman watches chess without speaking, and a true saint plays chess without speaking? You can't even think of denying it.
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Old man Zhou fell down and begged for mercy: "Well, it's indeed what I said. I'm wrong, I'm wrong, haha..."
Old man Zhou laughed twice and suddenly coughed violently. Old man Zhang's expression changed slightly. The chess piece in his hand did not fall, and he asked with concern: "Mr. Zhou, are you okay?"
At this time, the "bodyguard" also came over and whispered: "Master, it's time to go back and take medicine..."
"Mr. Zhou's health is not good?"
Feng Jueyu was slightly stunned. In fact, he also discovered in the past two days that Old Man Zhou's time playing chess was getting shorter and shorter, and his clothes were getting thicker and thicker. At first, he thought it was nothing, but now it seems that there is something wrong with him.
Old man Zhou raised his eyelids, tightened his cloak tightly, and waved his hands: "I'm old, and I can't bear the cold. It's okay. Mr. Feng, it seems that I can't play this game of chess today, so why not
Master, please take over."
After speaking, Old Man Zhou stood up, almost ready to leave.
Feng Jueyu said "Oh" and did not stop him. He got out of the way and said, "Mr. Zhou, go well and pay attention to your health."
Old man Zhou paused, looked back at the chessboard and said: "Master Feng, you and I have been talking about several games in the past few days. Zhou has seen some clues. It seems that the master has not tried his best. Wait until the old man's illness is better."
, are you interested in having a game with me?"
Feng Jueyu smiled bitterly. He had indeed not tried his best in playing chess these past few days. It was not because he wanted to hide it, but because he could always find the shadow of his master in the second elder. He was always at a loss in front of his master. It was not because of insufficient chess skills.
It was a habitual move. I didn't expect Old Man Zhou to see it.
Feng Jueyu said: "Mr. Zhou praised me. When Mr. Zhou recovers, I will definitely accompany him."
"Okay, okay, ahem, you guys can get down, I'll leave first."
"Lao Zhou, walk slowly..."
Old man Zhang stood up and saw each other off. When old man Zhou left, the two sat down again. They couldn't play the last game of chess because everyone's chess path was blocked, so they started another game.
This time, Old Man Zhang had no intention of giving in. Instead, he took the white piece and dropped the first piece, saying: "Master, you can't be more generous than this. Come on, show your strength and let's have a game."
"Then I won't be polite?" Feng Jueyu pursed his lips and dropped the sunspot with a snap.
Middle!
Both of them started in the middle, one black and one white, and the two men advanced side by side, opening up the situation.
People are different, chess is different, and the paths are even different...
After several days of fighting, Feng Jueyu had a general understanding of the two old men's chess moves, especially Old Man Zhang. His chess moves were fair and aboveboard.
It is majestic and has the style of a chess master.
And old man Zhou is a master of chess. His chess moves are full of momentum, as if he is commanding thousands of troops across the battlefield. He can retreat to defend, advance to attack, and he has the only way to dominate the world.
What is the style of the chess emperor...
Feng Jueyu is different. He is a killer in his own right. His character is to kill ruthlessly and use all possible means. Every move he makes seems ordinary, but in fact he is paving the way for the final killing move.
, it’s like a trap that is hard to guard against, and there are crises everywhere. Especially in the final decisive moment, as long as the opponent is caught in the game, as soon as his piece falls, it will suddenly be unsheathed like a sharp sword hidden in the dark.
He is ruthless and ruthless as he will kill without asking for anything and will never give up. For this reason, Zhou and Zhang Er joked and gave him the nickname "Chess Maniac".
Although the two elders did not say the word "crazy" in person, Feng Jueyu actually knew that these two people had long regarded themselves as lunatics...
Once they faced Yi with their true strength, Feng Jueyu and Zhang Lao stopped talking. Facing the breeze blowing from the lake, the two of them held their hands and placed their swords on the plate. They killed each other indiscriminately. Due to their combined efforts, in a moment,
A thin stream of sweat broke out on their heads.
Even the guard behind Mr. Zhang who had no knowledge of chess felt the murderous aura emanating from the two men and was amazed by it.
Others may not know where Mr. Zhang came from, but the guard knows it all too well. After traveling all over Tiannan, Mr. Zhang’s chess skills are second to none. Even if someone says that he is the best, it is not an exaggeration. He has always been at odds with Mr. Zhang.
There are very few people, and the reason is simply that Mr. Zhang’s chess skills are too superb, and ordinary people cannot catch his eye.
However, in recent days, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhou have become more and more friendly towards Feng Jueyu, which has surprised the guard. Today, when he saw that Mr. Zhang was sweating while playing chess, he was shocked.
In fact, in the past few days, whether it was Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhou or Feng Jueyu, they all played chess to make friends and did not try their best. Today is different, because of what Mr. Zhou said before leaving, Feng Jueyu showed his true skills.
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Looking at the chessboard, there is murderous intent everywhere. Both of them are masters in the chess game. You come and I go back and forth without giving in. For a whole hour, the game of chess has not been finished. In the end, the two of them actually played a dead game.
No one could make the last move, and they all stayed on both sides of the chessboard in deep thought...
After a long time, the two of them threw their chess pieces into the chess basket at the same time, laughed loudly, and said in unison: "It's a peace, it's a peace..."
Feng Jueyu shook his head, clasped his fists in great admiration, and said: "Mr. Zhang, today I have seen that Mr. Zhang's chess skills are indeed superb. I admire him..."
Old Man Zhang also looked at Feng Jueyu with a strange look: "Young Master is not bad at all. I can't boast of it. I have looked all over Tiannan and there is no one in ten thousand who can be as good at chess as Young Master. If it weren't for Young Master's face-to-face confrontation with Old Master
Having treated Yi so badly, I can't believe that the young master is so young."
"Zhang Laomiao praised it." Feng Jueyu showed a symbolic humility, but he accepted it happily. It was not that he was arrogant, but because the two of them had played chess to such an extent that he was too humble. For Zhang Lao
To say that would be blasphemy.
Feng Jueyu could tell that Old Man Zhang and Old Man Zhou must have a long history, and today's game confirmed his idea.
Old man Zhang knew that what Feng Jueyu said was just for show, so he secretly praised this man for being neither arrogant nor arrogant, and very talented.
Watching chess is like watching people. After a few days of interaction, Mr. Zhang was very impressed by Feng Jueyu and made him a friend. After looking at the time, Mr. Zhang was about to leave. Before leaving, he said: "That's it for today.
Mr. Feng, I wonder if you will be free in three days?"
Three days later? Feng Jueyu thought for a while, it would take a few more days to prepare the first-grade Jinchuang medicine from Jishifang, but nothing happened after three days, so he asked: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Zhang?"
Old Man Zhang smiled and said: "It's not a big deal. It's my 70th birthday in three days. If you don't mind it, I would like to invite you to my house for a chat. How about that?"
Feng Jueyu was shocked when he heard this: "It turns out that it's Mr. Zhang who celebrates his birthday. Is that kid going to be there? But I don't know where Mr. Zhang lives?"
Old man Zhang was very happy when Feng Jueyu agreed, and replied: "No. 1 Wencheng Street is just next to the two streets of Baiweilou. The Zhang Mansion is..."
"Oh..." Feng Jueyu memorized this place, then clasped his fists and said: "Young man, I have memorized it, so I wish Mr. Zhang a long life and good health in advance, and the pines and cypresses will be evergreen."