"How come, Tong Yan lost? Doesn't this man in the curtain hat not know how to play chess?"
"He didn't seem to say he couldn't play chess."
"This person can actually defeat Tong Yan?"
Everyone knew about Tong Yan's chess skills. Originally, everyone hoped that Tong Yan would lose, but when he really lost, no one wanted to believe it.
People are so stubborn sometimes and always think that they are right. Even if the facts prove that they are wrong, they will try their best to resist.
Tong Yan said: "I will think carefully about what you said."
Tong Yan did not admit that what He Yidao said was right, he only said this sentence, but this also meant that he might think about it.
Matters related to Taoism must be cautious. This is one of the few things that practitioners of Taoism are most concerned about.
Tong Yan stood up and looked at the drizzle outside the tent, "I'm leaving, what about you? When will you leave?"
He Yidao looked at Tong Yan, "I still have some things to deal with."
Tong Yan turned to look at He Yidao and said with a smile: "Well, after you finish dealing with it and go back, I hope we have a chance to meet again."
He Yidao nodded and said two words: "Yes."
Everyone watching the chess game was puzzled. They knew that the two people did not know each other at first, but from what they said, they knew that they were going to the same place and had a chance to meet.
This is very contradictory.
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Tong Yan left. No one made a sound when he left. They all watched him leave silently with their eyes.
He Yidao had a lot of things he wanted to ask him, but after thinking about it, he decided to ask him when they meet again later. He felt that he would definitely meet him again in the future, and he had such an intuition.
Tong Yan took an oil-paper umbrella from somewhere and left in the autumn rain, stepping on the bluestone.
Everyone's attention was not focused too much on the oil-paper umbrella that came from nowhere, but on the departing figure. That person left a deep impression on everyone, although in the end it was still...
He lost to He Yidao, but it is still indelible, because everyone lost to He Yidao, not He Yidao.
He Yidao watched Tong Yan's back gradually disappearing at the end of the bluestone road, and slowly withdrew his gaze, then stopped on a piece of bluestone.
That piece of bluestone is exactly where Xiao Wu stood just now.
He Yidao planned to leave despite the rain. After all, the person who asked him to stay here had already left, so there was no need to waste time here.
When He Yidao took his first step out of this simple tent, he was stopped by someone.
He Yidao retracted his stepped foot and looked back at Yanshan, asking calmly: "What's the matter?"
Yanshan bowed and saluted, "Thank you sir."
Sir is mostly used to address people of high moral standing. Yanshan called He Yidao this way, which shows that he has great respect for him. But He Yidao did not think that he could be called sir.
Everyone behind Yanshan also bowed and saluted, showing great respect, "Thank you, sir."
Everyone knew that they would be able to play chess in the future, and it was the man in front of them who gave them the opportunity, so they had to thank them.
Moreover, the men in front of them are much better at chess than them, which is worthy of respect, especially for a person who likes and loves playing chess.
He Yidao said: "Regarding chess as a sacred thing is not necessarily a bad thing."
He Yidao's point of view in these words was completely on Tong Yan's side. Everyone thought about it, but they were still puzzled.
Yanshan thought a little, maybe because he had more experience.
"There is no absolute right or wrong in the world, it's just that different people have different answers."
He Yidao stepped on the bluestone and left slowly in the light rain.
As he walked, he was thinking about something. Ever since he met Qiu Hao and his aunt, including Tong Yan he met today, he knew that the secular world and the world of cultivation were not completely separated.
It’s not like cultivators can’t come to the secular world.
But what are they here for?
He Yidao was interrupted from his thoughts.
"Sir, sir, wait for me."
He Yidao turned around and saw an old man running towards him with an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
The old man is none other than Yanshan.
"Sir, please hold this umbrella. The autumn rain is cold, so don't hurt yourself." Yanshan put the umbrella in his hand into He Yidao's arms.
He Yidao took the oil-paper umbrella and said, "Thank you."
Yanshan was overjoyed and said quickly: "Sir, I don't know when the rain will stop today. If you don't have anywhere to go, why don't you go to the humble house to rest for a while?"
He Yidao had just arrived in Bianjing, and his baggage was still hanging on him. Yanshan saw that He Yidao had no place to stay for the time being, which was normal.
He Yidao nodded and said, "That's fine."
He Yidao held up his umbrella and followed Yanshan who happily led the way.
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The Yan Mansion has a tall lintel and a rich red door, which is unlike ordinary houses.
Walking into Yan Mansion, Yan Shan led He Yidao through the rockery, turned around the screen, and came to a room.
There are many antique porcelain pots and bookshelves in the house. The layout of the room is antique, with several unknown ancient paintings hanging on the walls, and many utensils placed on the desks and tables.
Yanshan smiled and asked: "Sir, are you satisfied with this place?"
He Yidao nodded and said: "Satisfied."
Yanshan smiled and said: "Then sir, please live here peacefully."
He Yidao bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Yan."
Yanshan said quickly: "It's okay, it's okay, these are just a few steps, it's nothing."
He Yidao said: "My name is He Yidao. Mr. Yan can just call me Xiaodao from now on. There is no need to call me husband."
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Yanshan left early to let He Yidao rest, and also sent someone to bring He Yidao a cup of ginger tea, taking great care of him.
Yanshan came to a study room and read there for a while. It was not until dinner time that he ordered his servants to make dinner.
"Tell the chef that we have guests here today and we must not neglect to cook some of our specialty dishes," Yanshan said.
The servant was curious as to who this guest was and why his master would personally give instructions to the chef. You must know that even when some distinguished guests came, the master did not give such instructions.
After a while, Yanshan felt a little uneasy. He was always uneasy when sitting on the desk. He wondered if he should go to the kitchen and have a look.
After settling down, he just stood up when he was stopped by someone.
"Grandpa, what are you going to do?"
The person who came was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old: slightly plump skin, slender shoulders and waist, long figure, oval face, handsome eyes and eyebrows, looking forward to the sky, with exquisite literary talent, and forgetting the world after seeing it.
Yanshan couldn't conceal his joy when he saw the visitor, "Wen'er, you're here. I plan to go to the kitchen to take a look."
This girl's name is Yanwen, and she is Yanshan's granddaughter.
Yanwen was curious, "Grandpa, why do you want to go to the kitchen?"
Yanshan said: "I'm inviting a guest today. I'm afraid the chef will neglect me, so I plan to go and have a look."
Yan Wen said: "Grandpa, you don't know how to cook, so it will be of no use if you go there. Instead, it will make the chefs nervous."
Yanshan nodded, "What you said makes some sense."
Yan Wen smiled and asked, "Grandpa, you brought that guest today, who is he?"
When Yanshan heard Yanwen's question, he smiled and said, "He is a young man."
Yan Wen said: "Is he very good at chess?"
Yanshan asked: "How do you know?"
Yan Wen said with a smile: "If grandpa can bring it in person and go to the kitchen to supervise their cooking, and he is not a high-ranking official, he must be a person with superb chess skills."
Yanshan laughed and said, "You really understand grandpa."
Yan Wen's eyes were bright and he said, "If Grandpa can invite me here personally, he must be very good at chess. I really want to be able to compete with others."