"Your chess skill is exquisite, Senior. I cannot even see the dust you leave behind!" Xiao Hua said with an ingratiating smile as he arranged the pieces, then looked at the little monk and listened quietly to his explanation.
Who would have thought that the little monk pointed with a hand and said, "Only with no distractions in your heart can you comprehend the mysteries of the Way of Chess. With distracting thoughts in your heart, how can you defeat this poor monk? Again!!"
"Alright... alright!" Xiao Hua looked at the unfathomably profound little monk. After thinking briefly, he raised his hand again and began playing according to the little monk's rhythm. Naturally, Xiao Hua lost the second game as well, but the situation looked much better, and it lasted much longer. Seeing the little monk beaming with delight, he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
There was no need to say more. Xiao Hua set down the pieces again and accompanied the little monk in starting the third game!
The sun seemed to hang directly above their heads, utterly motionless, yet Xiao Hua and the little monk had already fought through nearly thirty games! At first, Xiao Hua had been no match for the little monk. After five games, he gradually caught up. After ten games, he had everything well in hand. No matter how the little monk placed his pieces, Xiao Hua handled them with effortless ease, dropping pieces at will and repeatedly forcing the little monk into a dead end. After fifteen games, it was entirely a repeat of Xiao Hua's first game. The little monk collapsed at the very opening and was no longer Xiao Hua's match at all. Yet what Xiao Hua could not understand was that the little monk never tired of these simple