I am Han Sanqian

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Han Sanqian has seen chess players and many Linglong chess games, but he has never seen such a game.

There is only one black chess. As long as anyone with a bit of common sense knows, no matter how you play it, the black chess won't be won. In other words, the white chess has already won the game early. Is this still necessary?

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar, my son, go and greet the guests. As for the young gentleman, can he play chess with the old man?" The old man smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Master Wang and Qin Qingfeng were obviously taken aback, especially Master Wang himself, who could hardly believe their ears.

More than 30 years ago, my father disappeared mysteriously for more than a month. After coming back, he played this game of chess every day, and he would always play two games by himself. He asked his father, but his father did not answer. , Also tried to have fun with him, but his father would never let him, and said that he was not talented enough!

Wang Dong is one of the big brothers in Tianhu City. Without enough talent and cultivation base, how can he support such a huge family?But it was such a character who was demoted by his father to be inadequate and not qualified to play chess.

Although Wang Dong had a long-term concern about this, the years have slowly passed away, and even almost forgotten, but when Han Sanqian came, his father invited him to sit and play chess, which made Wang Dong unwilling , And very puzzled.

When he cast his gaze on Han Sanqian, he was even more puzzled.

Han Sanqian's face was pale, his lips were dry, and he was seriously ill at first sight. He could die at any time. How could such a person be more qualified to play this game than himself?

Han Sanqian glanced at Qin Qingfeng, saw him nodding, then looked at Wang Dong. Although he was a little unwilling in his eyes, he did not object, so he sat down.

"My son, serve the guests tea." The old man smiled softly.

"Should I pour tea for him?" Wang Dong was shocked and asked inconceivably.

Qin Qingfeng hurriedly smiled at this time and said: "Senior, Three Thousand is just my disciple, and Brother Wang is a swordsman in all directions. Brother Wang is pouring tea for him. Three Thousand is a longevity."

Han Sanqian also said: "Yes, seniors, Sanqian can't afford it. If you want to play chess, Sanqian will accompany you. Tea or something will not be enough."

"boom!"

Suddenly, the old man slapped a palm directly on the chessboard, and shouted angrily: "Pour tea!"

With a shout of prestige, Wang Dong was shocked, because in his cognition, his father had always been very gentle, and he had never been so angry. Even if he was not reconciled in his heart, Wang Dong had to obediently nod his head: "Okay, I will go. "

"Soak my best snow ash."

As soon as Wang Dong was about to leave, the old man's tone eased slightly. When Wang Dong heard the snow gray, he was hesitant to speak. That was the treasure of the palace and the lifeblood of the old father.

Even this should be taken out?!

However, Wang Dong didn't dare to talk, and honestly ran up the tea and handed it to Han Sanqian.

The old man nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand: "Go and greet the guests. This gentleman can play chess with me."

Wang Dong responded and looked back after three steps. After all, he took Wang Dong to the other yard and did not dare to disturb.

As soon as the two left, the old man smiled and looked at Han Sanqian and said, "How about? Young man, do you have a way to crack this game?"

Han Sanqian shook his head and was about to speak, but the old man raised his hand slightly, motioning him to take a sip of tea first.

Han Sanqian took a sip, and suddenly felt that the tip of his tongue was attacked by thousands of flavors at the same time, but the flavors were surprisingly harmonious with each other, creating a very peculiar and specific flavor.

"Good tea." Han Sanqian said sincerely.

The old man smiled slightly: "Snow ash is fried with ten thousand teas, one of the fragrant essence is taken, the ashes are burnt into seeds, and then covered by cold snow, it will become one of them for a hundred years. Therefore, it is born with a delicate and strange nature, but it can survive hardships. The flavour of Wanwan Tea is all in one, and the structure of such a special taste is the same in this chess game."

Han Sanqian nodded, he seemed to understand the meaning of the old man's words.

"What the old man meant is that it is like this black chess. Although it seems that it is surrounded by so many white chess, the defeat is set, but once the obstacle is removed, you can come back from a dead end."

The old man smiled and nodded: "Children can teach. Those who make big things look at the future, those who become small things look at the present, and those who fail, look at the future. Those who fail, abandon the future and focus on the present. If you can do your part to complete the present, it can be described as a small accomplishment, and a small accomplisher, who does not stick to the present, but lays out the future, will be a great event."

Han Sanqian hurriedly clasped his fists: "Thank you seniors for your advice."

The old man smiled: "Then this chess, what is your move?"

Han Sanqian also smiled, took out the black stones, raised his elbow and swept all the white stones off directly: "My game is that there is no white game, only my game."

After speaking, Han Sanqian slowly placed his black son on the chessboard.

The old man was taken aback, and then laughed: "Interesting, interesting, really interesting. If you don't stick to doing things, you can do the law of all things, the sky is for me, the earth is for me, and the world is for me!"

Han Sanqian hurriedly got up: "Sanqian should be grateful to seniors for his teaching."

The old man stroked his beard, stood up lightly, and walked slowly toward the outside of the temple, until he could not be seen outside the temple, but he heard his laughter: "Everything in the world, how can teach you? For good luck, what you see is your heart, what you see is ability, little friend, at dinner, I have an important thing to announce. Please wait for me."

At dinner, Wang Dong gave a enthusiastic banquet, inviting three Han Sanqian masters and apprentices. The three of them just sat down. At this time, a woman in a red dress walked in quickly. Her skin was as white as jade. The small face is like being carved by heavenly craftsmanship, with sharp edges and corners, but at the same time it fits perfectly, smart and charming.

On a pair of slender legs, red and white cloth was tied, which was quite inconsistent with her beautiful face, and it was a bit more quaint.

As soon as the woman entered, she directly sat on the table with a careless grin, and she picked up the food on the table and stuffed her mouth rudely.

Wang Dong frowned, "Sim, don't be rude, haven't you seen any guests there?"

Wang Simin glanced at Han Sanqian nonchalantly, and said nonchalantly: "Father, when did you make such a poor friend?"

"You!" Wang Dong became angry, turned around, and said to Qin Qingfeng: "Brother Qin is sorry, the little girl is stubborn, and Wang has no way of discipline, so that she is unreasonable, please don't be offended."

"Ling Qianjin is also upright by nature and doesn't get in the way." Qin Qingfeng smiled awkwardly and sat down.

"Simin, isn't it called Uncle Qin?"

"Uncle Qin? Father, shouldn't he be the abolished seventh elder of Wu Wuzong?" Wang Simin's mouth kept bulging because of the stuff, and he looked at Qin Qingfeng with disdain.