23 Peeping People in Chess

Xiao Chen is a little disgusted with the mystery in the old man's words, just as he is disgusted with the old man and You Chuan. To speak is to speak. Why say those things that people can't understand? Since others don't understand, why do you have to say it? Xiao Chen was not dissatisfied with the old man's words. After all, from the beginning of the meeting, the old man did not let himself have any real negative emotions, and the old man gave himself an excellent impression.

"Old Peach Blossom, this name is a little unpleasant, with some powder." Xiao Chen looked at the old man and smiled softly.

After hearing this, the old man smiled, looked at Xiao Chen, and said without saying, "Maybe." Then he got up and poured two cups of tea, handed one of them to Xiao Chen, and smiled, "How about tasting it?"

For China's extensive and profound tea ceremony, Xiao Chen knows very little, and for Xiao Chen, tea is just for drinking. What about good tea? What about bad tea? However, under the gaze of the old peach blossom, Xiao Chen had to lower his head and lift the teacup. The material of the teacup is made of the frosted process. Xiao Chen still has this kind of vision. This process can make the tea produce a special taste after soaking, but the scrub cup is very common, and almost every family has it in China. Xiao Chen gently opened the lid of the cup, and a heat wave hit his face, accompanied by a strong fragrance, which smelled much more refreshing than the tea in another village. He took a sip, and his tongue and teeth were fragrant. This fragrance could not be smelled by the nose, but only with his heart.

"Not bad." Xiao Chen closed the lid of the cup and looked at the old man's expectant eyes and praised. Tea is indeed a good tea. Xiao Chen is just telling the truth, but he can't call the name of the tea.

After hearing this, the old man suddenly laughed and looked at Xiao Chen. His eyes slowly faded, and his smile gradually disappeared. There was a trace of sadness and a little loneliness in his expression. He sighed gently, "Is this kind of tea just good to evaluate? That's right. No one in the world can taste the value of this tea except the old drunkard.

Who can understand the meaning between the lines of the old man's words?

The old man did not tell Xiao Chen what the value of the tea was. The old man knew that the young man in front of him was far from reaching the realm of himself and the old drunkard. Tea tasting is an art. Although he drank tea, he tasted the taste in his heart.

"Young man, can you play chess?" The old man asked. The negative emotions on the face disappeared after the old man put down the frosted teacup, and was replaced by a quiet and peaceful smile, which was lukewarm and impatient.

"Do you want to play chess with me?" Xiao Chen looked at the old man with some bad intentions and laughed.

Xiao Chen began to learn chess from the year when Xiao Changhe left another village. Although he was only six years old at that time, he often watched the old men in the village playing games. At first, the old men in another village who were idle and played chess all day and holding cigarettes were unwilling to play with Xiao Chen, a child. It's really boring for the old man to play chess with a child who can't do anything.

Since others don't want to play chess with themselves, they can't let those old men play with themselves, can they? Therefore, Xiao Chen began to observe and began to look at the old man in the village. This observation was two years, and Xiao Chen had not played any game of chess in two years. But in the past two years, Xiao Chen has known how to play chess, what route chess pieces take, and also know that chess is a fair intellectual game.

One autumn when he was nine years old, Xiao Chen began to play against the old men in the village, and won eleven games of chess against the most powerful old man in the village in a row. In that game, more than half of the villagers in another village rushed to the scene. How can the villagers believe that a nine-year-old child can win the most skilled old man in another village?

Xiao Chen's talent is better than ordinary people. He just stays in another village without the opportunity to show his wisdom. During two years of observation, Xiao Chen saw a truth from chess that playing chess is a kind of war. There is no smoke, no sacrifice. In the case of equal strength, only the brave can win, and a village. The old man with the most advanced chess skills has long been flattened by life. How can he have the courage and courage to meet the brave on a narrow road? Even if the old man is experienced or resourceful, it won't help.

"Let's play a few sets." The old peach blossom said calmly.

With the car and horse, Xiao Chen began his first game with the old man Taohua. Although Xiao Chen is only 24 years old, he has been learning chess for 18 years. In the past 18 years, Xiao Chen has fully applied his understanding of target chess to actual combat, and a set of attack and killing tactics has been used by him.

According to the rule of chess red, Xiao Chen's red should go first. This is a move that must be taken in Xiao Chen's attack and killing tactics. Only by running away as soon as possible can the car, the largest killer in chess, fall out to participate in the battle as soon as possible.

Watching Xiao Chen fly the wooden red robe to the middle of the Nine Palace, the old man frowned slightly, looked up at Xiao Chen, and then lowered his head to jump out the dark horse.

It's a very ordinary opening, with a cannon and a horse jumping.

Because he used the attack and killing method, Xiao Chen occupied the initiative of the chess field at the beginning and pressed the other party's "General" step by step. Since the old man frowned and looked up at Xiao Chen, he has never seen Xiao Chen again. He has been paying attention to the direction of the chess pieces on the chessboard.

When it came to the forty-fifth round, Xiao Chen found a serious problem. Although his unfavorable attack and killing method had an advantage in this game of chess, he could not cross the thunder pool one step, and a seemingly inconspicuous pawn of the black side had already crossed the Chu River and Han world and went straight to his nine palaces, in the black pawn. After that, there is also a dark horse staring at it.

Looking at the black pawn and the dark horse Xiao Chen realizing the danger, the head cannon, which he was proud of, actually blocked the way of the phase, and although his two phases were like two lonely phases, they were useless.

After a fight, Xiao Chen took a long breath, looked at the old man and said helplessly, "I lost." Although Xiao Chen did not accept defeat, he had to admit defeat. Under the old man's impeccable defense, all his attacks were useless. It was ridiculous for several boys to rush to an adult with their fists.

"Do you know where you lost?" After saying that, the old man began to clean up the chess pieces. The old man had no intention to play another game. The reason why he wanted to play chess with Xiao Chen was just to see how the young man's heart was. The old man had already lost the concept of victory or defeat. Whether it was winning or losing, it was just a game.

"The sharpness is too strong, and the murderous spirit is too heavy." Looking at the old man's calm eyes, Xiao Chen slowly said eight words.

"I didn't see the wrong person. The men in the Xiao family are really not simple characters. You can take the sandalwood box on the table. I should have given this to the old drunkard fifty years ago, but that guy insisted on letting his grandson take it. I can't help it. I saved this thing for five. Fortunately, I haven't made any mistakes for ten years, otherwise I can't explain to the old drunkard. After the old man put away the chess, he pushed the sandalwood box in front of Xiao Chen, and there seemed to be a sense of relief in his tone. Although the young man in front of him has not reached the level of himself and the old drunkard, his sharpness and decisiveness are also what he and the old drunkard have not.

Slowly open the wooden sandalwood box, and a black fist-shaped object is lying quietly in the sandalwood box. The item is the same as the black jade fist hanging around Xiao Chen's neck. It is dark and fist-shaped, like gold but not gold, jade rather than jade.

"Xuanhei Jade Fist?" Although he had vaguely guessed the items in the box, Xiao Chen still took a heavy breath when he saw the Xuanhei jade fist.

"This is a token inherited by Guigumen for thousands of years. It's time to unlock that secret. Xiao Chen, I hope you can promise me a request." The old man looked at Xiao Chen and said solemnly, with a very serious face.

Xiao Chen nodded gently and said, "Tell me."

"There is a way to keep the descendants of the merchants in the future." There was a trace of tears in the eyes of the old peach blossom, with a faint sense of pleading.

"Merchant?" Xiao Chen suddenly looked up at the old man, and there was a light of anger in his eyes. Since the blind old man told himself about Guigumen Xuanhei Jade Fist, Xiao Chen often saw a handsome man in white looking at him jokingly in his dream.

If you don't think about many things, you may never understand, but if you carefully consider it, you will definitely find some clues. In another village, because of Xiao Qiu's words, I have been looking at Tangmen with hatred. Now combined with the words of the blind old man and the old peach blossom. After careful deliberation, a cold smile appeared on the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth, as if he had figured out a lot of things.

"I'm leaving." Picking up the sandalwood box, Xiao Chen left without looking back and was extremely determined.

"The karma is too deep." Looking at Xiao Chen's rickey back gradually fading away, the old man sighed gently.

At this moment, Xiao Chen's heart is full of anger. Although the descendants of the merchant have never appeared, Xiao Chen is almost certain that the crimes suffered by the Xiao family must be related to that family. Looking up at the dazzling sunshine, Xiao Chen smiled coldly, "Well, I will definitely drag you out of the dark."

The "snake hunting" operation is still not over, and Xiao Chen has not lost interest in the exercise because of the sudden appearance of the old peach blossom. The meal is sip, the road is step by step, and everything can be forced. My biggest weakness at this moment is that I am penniless, powerless and powerless, so Xiao Chen understands that perhaps his biggest opportunity is this exercise.