When the old man saw Qi WuHuo, Qi WuHuo also gave him a slight bow. The old man let go of the child's arm and said with a smile, "It's my little friend. Haha, I never thought that after seeing each other a few days ago, we could still meet here. We are really destined."
"Come on, come on, if you have some free time, how about you come and play a game with me?"
The child raised his head and said, "Huh? Don't you want to play with me?"
"Well, where's my candied haws?"
The old man put his hand on his head and laughed loudly. Then he put his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand and took out three large coins. He bent down and handed it to the child, and said with a smile, "Of course I won't miss you. Come, buy a big one to eat!"
"Okay!"
The child ran away happily.
The old man invited Qi WuHuo to come over.
Young Daoist sat down and helped the old man pack up the chess pieces scattered on the chessboard. He picked up the chess pieces that seemed to be made of water-milled materials and put them into the chess jars on both sides. The old man smiled and said, "I was just idle at home and it was really boring, so I simply went out to find someone to play chess. But recently, they are all busy during the New Year. Except for the children, no one has time to sit with me for an hour."
"Playing with your children can also make Human Heart much more enjoyable."
"Ha, I did make you laugh, little Daoist priest."
The old man put the last black chess piece into the chess jar. The chess jar seemed to have some ancient meaning. No matter its shape or appearance, it was different from today's appearance. old man also seemed to attach great importance to it. He stroked the Go chess piece with his palm and said with a smile, "The last time we met in a teahouse, I set up a fragmented chess game on the table. Later I found that it was broken. That word was made by you, the Daoist priest, right?"
"That day I went back to study this move, and I thought it was really wonderful."
"My heart is very itchy. I have long hoped to see you again. Come, come, come."
"Let's try playing a game of chess today."
Young Daoist picked up a chess piece, holding white first, and said, "My chess skills are ordinary. I remember the previous moves because I saw someone studying the fragments of that game."
"Maybe I will disappoint you, old gentleman."
old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Then we will play according to the endgame of that game."
So under the old tree, the two of them played according to the famous fragment of the chess game. The chess pieces jingled, and there was a quiet and quiet feeling. They quickly laid out the fragment of the game, and the two began to play slowly. However, young Daoist remembered the fragment and its solution that they had seen in Yellow Millet Dream, so they played against the memory of the chess record, and the old man played very slowly.
Implementing white first has great advantages.
After a while, the old man held up the chess pieces, which he had not put down for a long time, and finally sighed with emotion, "The chess pieces have become [Trapped Dragon Formation], and my big dragon has been trapped. No matter how much I continue to play, it is just a waste of time."
"This game won't go down, it won't go down."
"Start over again."
"Of course, you won't be short of money."
"Since I have set up this sign, I will not go back on my word and get rich."
He placed the chess pieces in the chess jar, and then signaled young Daoist to also pick up the white chess piece and take it back, so that the game of Go could return to its original fragmented appearance, young Daoist I also quietly waited for old man to think before playing chess, but this eternal fragment is still an eternal fragment. Qi WuHuo took the white lead and almost occupied an advantage as big as the sky.
Plus the analysis of the fragments and various solutions that Yellow Millet Dream saw before.
old man struggled several times, but could not stop moving towards the [Trapped Dragon Formation] fragment.
"Hiss..."
"Shouldn't, shouldn't."
The old man was surprised, but he also felt joyful as if he had met his opponent in chess, and said, "Let's play another game."
Immediately, while thinking about it, he restored the chess game on the chessboard to its original appearance, and smiled and invited Qi WuHuo to move. Young Daoist mentioned the white piece and found that the old man was extremely serious when playing chess, and was constantly thinking about changes and ways to break the game. He said, "Old sir, I really like playing chess."
old man smiled gently and said, "Yes, I learned it when I was young, and now it's down to where I am now."
"Although my talent is average, I still love it."
"Speaking of which, little Daoist Priest, your cultivation seems to have become much more stable."
"Well, I have some understanding."
"Haha, the little Daoist priest is so humble. Your vitality is so stable, you are not a little enlightened."
The two were playing chess and talking.
The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "However, when practicing, you should not just study in one place without coming out. This is what the seniors told me when I was in my ancestral home in Donghai. They said, "When the Tao is established, it is especially important to read astronomy, geography, human affairs, and mix it up." Then I feel that everything is in the Tao, but each has its own style."
"[In the process of making changes in body cognition, humble your body and mind. Or you can calmly play the piano and cultivate your true nature]."
"[Purify the violent air and turn it into a gentle atmosphere]."
Qi WuHuo mentioned the chess pieces and said thoughtfully, "Be still and play the piano, and cultivate your true nature."
Recalling the feeling when he played the piano, he said, "That's it."
"Been taught a lesson."
The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "Can you keep your hands a little while playing chess?"
Young Daoist made a move, thought about it, and said, "If I keep my hand, the old gentleman will not be happy, right?"
So old man laughed even more.
It was a disastrous defeat.
Laughing turned into coughing.
The old man shook his head helplessly, picked up the chess pieces and reset the chess game, Qi WuHuo said:
"Is it chess that the old gentleman chose to relieve the irritability in his heart?"
The old man smiled and said, "I dabble in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"It's just that the person who played the piano back then was a meticulous old gentleman, and the chess imperial attendant at the chess library was a very beautiful girl."
"Back then, I was young and frivolous. I was obviously the best at painting, splashing ink on spring and autumn, but because the girl refused to pretend, I got even more excited and had to go and provoke her."
The chess pieces in the old man's hands slowly hit the chessboard, making a quiet tinkling sound:
"When she was studying the chess game in the summer, she would wear a green robe and a hunting suit and sit on the tree and watch her; in the spring, she would take her out for an outing. No matter how bad the chess game was, she would also play chess together."
"I still remember that one day we were playing chess together and it was getting darker at night. She was wearing a red satin cloak and quietly watching the remaining parts of the chess game. It was snowing outside the window. There was silence in the sky and on the ground. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of chess being played. The chess pieces were falling on the chessboard, and the candles next to them flickered and lanterns fell."
The old man's voice was gentle when he made a move.
Young Daoist thought for a while and said, "Is that your wife?"
old man, who was so old, still seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Yeah..."
Qi WuHuo understood and said, "Do you want to decipher this fragment and go back to play chess with her?"
old man lowered his eyes and smiled gently, "No."
"She has passed away."
Young Daoist moved for a moment, as if he had not thought of it, and was at a loss for a moment.
old man said gently, "There is no need to feel sad. Matters of life and death are what we cultivators will encounter eventually. Even if we are fellow cultivators, our realms will be different. What's more, she is not a cultivator yet. There are panaceas that can prolong life, but the soul and spirit have their limits."
"These things will eventually happen..."
"So, let's just say it's an old man talking."
"If you are worried that something like this will happen to you, the Daoist priest might as well plant a tree now."
"Plant a tree?"
"Hmm."
The old man raised his eyes and said, "Yes, I planted a tree when I was young this year. Gradually, my old friends were scattered, but this tree grew bigger and bigger. It was like the years I had gone through, and finally there was a ruler and record. Following the memory, I can still see my old friend in my memories. Maybe you don't think so, little Daoist priest, or maybe you won't miss me as much in the future."
"Let's just listen to this old man talk about my own thoughts."
"When we come to this world, we have to leave something behind."
"Walking in the world of mortals without a single leaf on your body is a way; but leaving traces is also a choice."
"This tree is the symbol of my journey."
"When I see it, it's like seeing me."
"My state of mind will remain the same."
The young man chewed on this sentence and knew that this sentence was the old man's reflection. When the wind blew, he raised his head and saw a big green tree behind the old man. It was prosperous and tall. As long as he stood on a high place in this city, he would definitely be able to see this old tree. When the wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and the white hair hanging down from the temples of the old man was slightly stirred, but there was also a vague calmness.
Seeing this tree is like seeing my practice.
Qi WuHuo is thoughtful.
There happened to be a branch stuck diagonally on his waist.
The old man suddenly said, "We lost again."
He threw down the chess piece.
[Trapped Dragon Formation]It's done.
If he takes a few more steps, his dragon will be beheaded.
Qi WuHuo said gently, "This is because I have seen the fragment of the chess record. Let me write down the fragment for you."
He memorized the chess score and showed it to the old man. The old man listened with interest, sometimes stroking his hands and saying:
"So this is the solution."
"Ha, it is indeed wonderful. Let me think about it. Next time I play this game with you, I will definitely not lose again. I lost more than ten times today and got the chess record again. However, I didn't bring enough money. If you don't mind, I'll give this to you..." The old man put his hand into his sleeve and took out something and handed it to young Daoist.
"I see that although your foundation is solid, you haven't learned the tricks of cloud and mist yet."
"This is a combination of my Rongqi and Yunwu techniques. You can get Divine Ability by practicing it, and it will also help your vitality rise."
Young Daoist was surprised. "This is too heavy."
The old man shook his head and said gently, "If I can decipher this fragment, I should thank you."
"She'll also like some..."
Young Daoist took over the old man's manuscript.
After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and said:
"Pindao, Qi WuHuo."
old man stroked his beard and smiled, "I Ao Liu."
"When I solve it, let's play another game of chess."
Young Daoist said goodbye after agreeing, and stood up to leave. The world is mortal, and pedestrians are like running water. The child who took three big coins earlier bought a candied haws, and ran home. When the family asked him where he got the money, the child said that there was an old man playing chess with him under the old tree.
Then the old man at home also laughed, "That old tree."
"Speaking of which, there's always someone there."
"My grandpa was there when he was a child. He played a game of chess with an old gentleman there. He lost that time, but he also got three big coins..."
"Ah, alas, grandpa, have you seen it too?"
"Yeah, what else did you see today?"
"I saw a Daoist brother playing chess with the old gentleman!"
The old man teased his grandson and said with a smile, "Maybe you will say this to your grandson."
"Fifty years ago, there was a young Daoist playing chess under an old tree."
"Chess pieces knock leaves off the chessboard."
The child's face was full of imagination, which made everyone laugh. The candlelight fell, and through the window, there was a burst of warmth, and the lights were lit little by little. The old man under the trees studied the chess game, raised his head, and looked at this Central Province Prefecture City. Every night, it was still as prosperous as before. It always reminded him of the young girl who wore a white collar, had light eyes, and rarely smiled.
In such a long time, I have never seen a flower as beautiful as the reflection in young girl's eyes.
The old man fell into disbelief, smiling gently and lonely.
"Ah, that's great..."
"I'm about to solve the chess game."
"I met a very interesting child with extremely high talent and understanding."
"He is a young Daoist priest. Weren't you and I the same age when we met?"
"When I met you back then, who would he meet? And if more than a hundred years later, he would also have white hair, play chess and look at the world, what kind of young man would he see, what kind of people would he see? So, the world of mortals is really interesting, and I can't bear to leave it no matter what."
He cleared up the chess game and walked step by step to the stone bridge. The running water reflected the lights. Someone put lanterns and lotus lanterns floating on the river. The old man looked at this scene gently. In the end, he just shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled gently. He walked into the crowd step by step, murmuring:
"There are thousands of willows in the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao five hundred years ago."
"Farewell to a beautiful lady on the bridge."
"I hate that there is no news so far..."
Walking into the world of mortals is like water dripping into a river, never to be seen again.
PS:
According to the rules of ancient Go, play with white.
The poem comes from Liu Yuxi's "Willow Branches". The time has been changed. It was originally twenty years.