What's even more strange is that the old man is still in charge of both sides. He is the white chess player, and he is also the black chess player. They play happily.
Han Sanqian has seen chess players before, and has seen many exquisite chess games, but he has never seen a chess game like this.
There is only one black chess piece. Anyone with some common sense will know that no matter how you play, black chess piece cannot win. In other words, white chess piece has already won the game. Is it still necessary to play it?
"It's great to have friends from far away. My son, go and greet the guests. As for this young gentleman, can you play chess with me?" The old man smiled slightly.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang and Qin Qingfeng were obviously stunned, especially Mr. Wang himself, who almost couldn't believe his ears.
More than thirty years ago, my father suddenly and mysteriously disappeared for more than a month. After he came back, he played this kind of chess game with a certain outcome every day, and always played two sides by himself. He asked his father, but his father did not answer.
, I also tried to have fun with him, but my father would never let me, and said he was not talented enough!
Wang Dong is one of the big guys in Tianhu City. How can he support such a huge family without enough talent and cultivation? But such a person was dismissed by his father as not being talented enough and not qualified to play chess.
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Although Wang Dong has been brooding about this for a long time, the years have gradually passed away, and he has almost forgotten it. But as soon as Han Sanqian came, his father took the initiative to invite him to sit down and play chess, which made Wang Dong unwilling at the same time.
, and very puzzled.
Looking at Han Sanqian, he became even more puzzled.
Han Sanqian's face was pale and his lips were dry. He looked like he was seriously ill and could die at any time. How could such a person be more qualified to play this game than himself?
Han Sanqian glanced at Qin Qingfeng, saw him nodding, and then looked at Wang Dong. Although he was a little unwilling in his eyes, he did not object, so he sat down.
"My son, serve tea to the guests." The old man smiled softly.
"Shall I pour him tea?" Wang Dong was suddenly startled and said in disbelief.
Qin Qingfeng quickly apologized and said, "Senior, Sanqian is just my disciple, and Brother Wang is a world-renowned swordsman. If Brother Wang pours him tea, Sanqian will shorten his life."
Han Sanqian also said: "Yes, senior, Sanqian can't bear it. If you want to play chess, Sanqian can just accompany you. Tea or something is not a big deal."
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the old man slapped his palm directly on the chessboard and shouted angrily: "Pour tea!"
Wang Dong was startled by the shout, because in his knowledge, his father had always been gentle and had never been so angry. Even if he was unwilling, Wang Dong had to nod obediently: "Okay, I'll go right away.
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"Soak in my best snow ash."
Just as Wang Dong was about to leave, the old man's tone softened slightly. When Wang Dong heard the snow ash, he hesitated. That was the treasure of the palace and the lifeblood of his old father.
Even this has to be taken out?!
However, Wang Dong did not dare to talk to him, so he ran up to the tea and handed it to Han Sanqian.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "You go and greet the guests. This gentleman can play chess with me."
Wang Dong responded, took three steps and turned back, and finally took Wang Dong to another courtyard without disturbing him.
As soon as the two left, the old man smiled slightly, looked at Han Sanqian and said, "How is it? Young man, do you have a way to break this situation?"
Han Sanqian shook his head and was about to speak, but the old man raised his hand slightly, motioning for him to take a sip of tea first.
Han Sanqian took a sip and felt as if his tongue was being attacked by thousands of flavors at the same time. However, the flavors were surprisingly harmonious with each other, creating a very unique and specific taste.
"Good tea." Han Sanqian said sincerely.
The old man smiled slightly: "The snow ash is fried with ten thousand teas, and the essence is taken. The ashes are burned into seeds, and then covered with cold snow. It takes hundreds of years to grow into a single plant. Therefore, it is born delicate and strange, but after enduring hardships, it can survive
The flavors of ten thousand teas are blended into one body to create such a special flavor. This chess game is also like this."
Han Sanqian nodded, he seemed to understand the meaning of the old man's words.
"What the old gentleman means is that just like this black chess piece, although it seems to be surrounded by so many white chess pieces and the defeat is certain, once the obstacles are removed, you can survive."
The old man smiled and nodded: "You can teach me. Those who succeed in big things look at the future. Those who succeed in small things look at the present. Those who fail to succeed look at the future. Those who fail to succeed abandon the future and focus on the present.
, then you can fulfill your duties and complete the present, which can be said to be a small success, and those who are small successes are not limited to the present, but plan for the future, and they will achieve great things."
Han Sanqian quickly clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior, for your advice."
The old man smiled: "Then what is your approach to playing this chess game?"
Han Sanqian also smiled, took out the black stones, raised his elbow and swept away all the white stones: "My way of playing is, there are no white stones, only my stones."
After saying that, Han Sanqian slowly placed his black piece on the chessboard.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "It's interesting, it's interesting, it is indeed interesting. If you don't stick to things, you can follow the laws of all things. Heaven is for me, the earth is for me, and the world is for me!"
Han Sanqian stood up quickly: "Sanqian should thank his senior for teaching him."
The old man stroked his beard, stood up lightly, and walked slowly towards the outside of the hall. He could no longer be seen outside the hall, but his laughter could be heard: "With all things in the world, how can teaching achieve anything?
Creation depends on the heart and ability. My little friend, I have something important to announce during dinner, please wait for me."
At dinner time, Wang Dong enthusiastically organized a banquet for three masters and disciples of Han Sanqian. As soon as the three of them sat down, a woman in red walked in quickly. Her skin was as white as jade and her face was delicate.
Her little face seems to have been carved by heaven. While it has sharp edges and corners, it fits perfectly, is smart and charming.
A pair of slender legs were tied with red and white cloth, which was quite inconsistent with her beautiful face, and made her look a little more quaint.
As soon as the woman entered, she sat down at the table without a care in the world. She picked up the food on the table and stuffed it into her mouth rudely as if no one else was around.
Wang Dong frowned: "Simin, please don't be rude. Didn't you see any guests here?"
Wang Simin glanced at Han Sanqian and the others nonchalantly, and said nonchalantly: "Dad, when did you make such poor friends?"
"You!" Wang Dong became angry, turned around, and said to Qin Qingfeng: "Brother Qin, I'm sorry, the little girl is naughty in nature, and Wang has failed to discipline her well, so she is unreasonable. Please don't take offense."
"Ling Qianjin is also upright by nature and doesn't get in the way." Qin Qingfeng smiled awkwardly and sat down.
"Simin, why don't you call me Uncle Qin?"
"Uncle Qin? Dad, could he be the deposed seventh elder of the Wushu Sect?" Wang Simin's mouth was always bulging because of the many things he had stuffed in his mouth. At this time, he looked at Qin Qingfeng with great disdain.
