Yanshan ignored the person who asked the question and had no intention of explaining.
"Mr. Yan..." The man was about to ask again.
Yanshan suddenly got angry and said: "If you don't understand, just go away. Didn't you see that I am watching chess?"
However, although Yanshan was angry, he still did not yell, but kept his voice very low, for fear of disturbing the two people who were playing chess.
The man had a stern look on his face and stepped aside slightly embarrassed.
Yanshan did not look at the man again. When the others saw the man coming up to ask and were scolded, they did not dare to come forward for fear of offending Yanshan.
The sound of falling pieces still came from the chessboard, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for everyone to understand the changes in the chessboard. Maybe only one or two could still understand what they meant. Except for Yanshan, one of them was the old man named Ge.
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The two people sitting next to the chessboard still had a calm expression on their childlike faces, while the other person, because he was wearing a curtain hat, could not see any change.
"I didn't expect this man wearing a curtain hat to be able to persist for such a long time."
"Who do you think will lose?"
"Oh, I can no longer understand this move, and I don't know who is at a disadvantage."
"I didn't expect this person to be a hidden master."
During the conversation, everyone's views on He Yidao changed somewhat.
"But I still don't think the man in the curtain hat will win."
I don't know who said this.
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The breeze suddenly picked up, and a dark cloud floated in the sky, blocking the warm sunshine. The sky gradually became dark, which was a prelude to rain.
Yanshan looked at the intertwined black and white chess pieces, and finally shook his head.
"Hey, Brother Yan, you can't understand it either?" Uncle Ge sighed.
Yanshan shook his head, "I don't understand this chess game anymore. Although I don't understand it, I have gained a lot."
He looked up at the weather and said, "It's going to rain."
Yanshan waved to the servant next to him, then gave some instructions. Then he watched the servant leave.
Not long after, a group of people wearing handyman uniforms came over to Taolin carrying some things. The handymen didn't make too much noise or make much movement. It didn't take long for them to set up here.
A simple tent.
The two people who were playing chess slowed down their speed and were thinking hard. They were indifferent to and unaware of what was happening around them.
As the sky became darker and darker, everyone also felt a sense of depression from the chessboard.
No one can understand the current chess game. But everyone has no intention of leaving. They stay and want to see the result of this game.
The continuous autumn rain brought a chill. The autumn rain fell on this simple tent and made a "dong-dong-dong" sound, but it was not disturbing.
The sound of rain was mixed with the crisp sound of chess pieces, which seemed to be the only sound in the world.
The sound of rain sets off the sound of chess pieces, which is exciting.
The rain gradually became heavier, and the sound of rain gradually became denser, but the sound of chess pieces became increasingly sparse.
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"Why did you ask me to come back?"
The person who spoke was clearly Xiao Wu, but at this time, Xiao Wu no longer looked so lazy.
Opposite Xiao Wu stood a man. He was wearing white clothes, tall and holding a very delicate fan in his hand.
Not a kind of rich sophistication, but a natural sophistication.
If the guess is correct, there is only a sword drawn on the fan in Biren's hand.
A very ordinary sword.
The person is none other than Liu Yinan.
"I checked him and found that there was no information about this person."
Xiao Wu naturally knew who the ‘him’ Liu Yinan was talking about.
"What do you want to say?"
Liu Yinan asked: "Did you find anything?"
Xiao Wu said: "I...confirmed his identity."
Liu Yinan's eyes lit up, "You can't say this nonsense, are you sure?"
Xiao Wu nodded.
Liu Yinan said: "Okay, I will report it."
Xiao Wu was about to leave when he thought of another thing and said, "But there is one more thing."
"What's up?"
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Xiao Wu was walking on the bluestone road holding an oil-paper umbrella, and came to a tent next to the peach forest. Through the crowd, he saw He Yidao playing chess.
He saw a young man sitting opposite He Yidao. The young man was very good-looking. He Yidao was also very handsome, but he could not be described as beautiful, but this young man could.
When Xiao Wu's eyes fell on Tong Yan's face, a strange expression appeared on his face.
He held an umbrella and stood in the rain for a while, watching He Yidao playing chess, and left without calling him.
The rain is still falling, but it is not too heavy. Some puddles have accumulated in the potholes on the ground. The roads here are not good either. They are paved with bluestones, so it is easier for rainwater to accumulate.
This game of chess has been played for a long time, Tong Yan's expression is still calm, but everyone doesn't know what is happening to He Yidao now.
You may be exhausted and your face may turn pale, or you may be sweating profusely and thinking hard.
Everyone thinks so because He Yidao is playing the white chess piece now, and he hasn't moved it for a long time.
"Crack!"
He Yidao picked up the white chess piece and dropped it easily, still hearing the familiar voice.
Everyone held their breath and watched He Yidao's gentle movement. As the chess piece fell, their hearts trembled with the sound of the falling piece.
They couldn't understand this move, but they still felt that this move was very crucial.
Tong Yan's calm face suddenly turned pale, visible to the naked eye, like a piece of white paper.
His hands were no longer calm, and were trembling slightly, and the chess piece between his fingers was a little unsteady.
"Crack!"
However, it was not the sound of the chess pieces falling on the chessboard, but the sound of a drop of rainwater dripping from the tent and hitting the chessboard hard, causing the raindrops to shatter into pieces.
Now the hearts of everyone around the chessboard tightened, and they saw that the black pieces that had been picked up were slowly put into the chess jar by Tong Yan.
Tong Yan raised her head and looked at He Yidao opposite, "I lost."
He Yidao didn't speak. He might not know what to say, or he might be waiting for what Tong Yan would say next.
Tong Yan said: "Your chess is very strange. I have never seen anyone playing chess like this."
Tong Yan thought about it seriously and choked out a sentence, "Like an old scoundrel."
He Yidao thought of the old man who played chess with him. He said: "It doesn't matter whether the chess is good or not. As long as you can win, it is a good move."
He Yidao said these words.
"I play chess like a human being, but you don't play chess like a human being. You regard playing chess as a sacred thing, and you ignore that playing chess is not about looking good, but the role of chess on everyone who plays chess."
"There is no distinction between high and low in chess. Anyone can play chess. But you don't think so."
"You take chess too seriously, think chess is better than people, and forget the fundamentals of being a human being."
Tong Yan stared at the eyes behind the black curtain, "The foundation of human beings?"
"The foundation of a human being is your Taoist heart." He Yidao touched the luck on his right hand.
People are sentient, but objects are ruthless. Only by controlling all things with human beings can we endow all things with emotions.