Every detail appears, every flower, every tree, the fish in the stream, all come alive and full of life, eventually turning into a lifelike green landscape painting, which is no different from the "truth" in the world.

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "Let's follow this little god."

In the dusk, the man found a village house by the stream. The eaves were low and there was only an old woman and a woman, lonely and dependent on each other, sitting opposite each other and weaving a chicken coop.

The old woman invited the man to eat some food. In order to avoid suspicion, the man slept under the eaves at night. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep at night, so he simply took out a chess book from his arms under the moonlight, stood up, sat upright, and flipped through it for a while.

He began to close his eyes and concentrate, twisting his hands like chess pieces, and placed them one after another, as if he was playing a score.

Chen Ping'an was under the tree far away from the thatched house. He just took the opportunity to glance at the cover of the chess book. It turned out to be a well-documented and famous chess book. In the history of Haoran, it was quite famous. It was just that at the foot of the mountain, the two sides played chess.

Five games, it has the reputation of "don't watch five games of chess when you are sick".

Chen Pingan was riding on the back of a donkey and glanced at the White Horse Passing Talisman next to his shoulder. The speed of time had not changed.

In fact, even if there is a monk Yufeng, overlooking the entire world at the moment, it seems that there is only this scene. It is probably the senior who reminds himself that after one pass, there will be the scenery of the next. When all the passes have passed, both sides will

How can we meet each other? What's the purpose? Do you want to delay time so that you can ask the Confucian Temple for help? Otherwise, it doesn't make much sense to invite someone to come here to help and hinder yourself and Xiaomo.

Xiao Mo asked: "Master, do you need me to use my sword to find out?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said with a smile: "Be patient and wait and see what happens."

Xiao Mo asked: "That person's identity is that he is a chess player waiting for an imperial edict, right?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "It looks like your chess skills are not weak."

The man under the eaves of the thatched roof doesn't seem to be playing score at this moment, but is playing chess with himself. No matter how high his chess skills are, he doesn't seem to be much higher.

When it comes to the first move and fixed form of Go in the world, Chen Pingan thinks that he is quite familiar with it. He can just memorize it by rote. What's more, except for Wei Hailiang, the four picture scrolls who were born in Lotus Flower Land, the other three, Zhu Lian, Lu Baixiang and

The people on the right side of the Sui Dynasty are considered masters even if they are placed in the vast world. Moreover, there are Zheng Dafeng and the tiger Wei Bo on the other side of Luopo Mountain, both of whom are good at this. Moreover, there were also masters in the summer palace at that time, such as Lin Junbi and

Scrophulariaceae, Cao Gun and others are all top-notch national players.

Nowadays, with Chen Ping'an's Go skills, it's okay to play the first thirty or fifty moves with others and pretend to be a master, but the secret will be exposed later on.

So when he was teaching people how to play chess in the summer palace, Mr. Yin Guan liked to call himself half a bad chess player.

There were no lights in the house, so the old woman and the woman who lived in the same house began to play chess. There was no chess board and the two sides just dictated the positions of the pieces. There were so many long tests that the game was played until dawn, when the sky turned white, and the two sides started playing chess.

Less than forty moves. The man had already taken out the chess pieces and chess paper from the long bamboo tube, spread them out on the ground, listened to the chess game in the room, and placed the chess pieces on the paper chess board. When the old woman said that she had won nine

The woman gave up. The man then plucked up the courage and knocked gently on the door. After a while, the old woman and the woman walked out of the house. The man humbly asked for advice. The old woman went to light a fire to cook, but only asked the daughter-in-law who had not remarried to cook for him.

The woman in Jingchai's sarong who taught him chess skills only lasted less than half an hour and said it was enough to make him invincible in the world.

Having said this, the woman looked up at the tree outside the hut, and intentionally or unintentionally, she smoothed her temples and hair.

Chen Pingan turned a blind eye to this, and the woman got up to go about her business. The man said goodbye and left. He looked back along the stream and saw that the hut was no longer there. The man was disappointed.

In an instant, Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo seemed to be traveling backwards along a long river of time, riding their donkeys on the hillside again, and saw the man with the bamboo tube tied around his waist again, walking along the stream.

Xiao Mo asked with a smile: "Master, do you need to beat them in chess to pass?"

Chen Ping'an nodded and said: "That should be it. You can continue to stare at the chess piece and wait for the imperial edict. I will go to the post road to see if I can pick up the missing pieces. I will meet you again at dawn."

After that, Xiao Mo rode a donkey and continued to follow the man. Chen Pingan went to the road at the foot of the mountain and found an old official who looked like the man in the painting. He was wearing a purple robe and a goldfish bag. Chen Pingan casually found a topic and chatted with the old man.

, and finally said that he was willing to pay a high price to buy the books, the old man declined politely, saying that those boxes of books had been collected for a long time and were worth a lot of money. Without saying a word, Chen Pingan knocked over the book boxes on the carriage to the ground, and then waved his hand.

, the breeze blew, and after all the books were spread out page by page, they were all blank except for the covers.

The figures, carriages and horses all seemed to have fallen into a state of stillness. Chen Pingan stood there, shook his head and said with a smile: "The landscape is barren, and the senior's collection of books is still a little short, so he can't even pretend to do it."

After that, Chen Ping'an had no interest in exploring at all. This kind of fake world was too thin, with only bones and muscles but no flesh and blood. Without flesh and blood, how can we talk about a deeper spiritual energy?

I got back on the donkey on the roadside and went to find Xiaomo and the thatched hut.

I just didn't forget to wave my hand again and put the books back into the box, reverse the scene, and return them to the carriage one by one.

Waiting until dawn again on "this day", Chen Ping'an didn't wait until he saw the woman looking up at him again, and had already led Xiao Mo forward on the donkey. He only waited for the old woman to say those invincible words, and said with a smile: "Not necessarily

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When we arrived at the wooden corridor under the eaves, we crossed our hands with the chess player waiting for the imperial edict and said with a smile, "I'll borrow the chess pieces and chess paper from you sir."

After that, Chen Pingan played a game of Caiyun chess played by senior brothers Cui Chan and Zheng Juzhong. But today, Chen Pingan was of course using a trick, pretending that Zheng Juzhong was playing chess and inviting the other party to continue playing chess.

The woman was stunned and speechless, and the old woman also murmured to herself: "Is the chess skills of future generations already so high?"

Chen Pingan put his hands in his sleeves, looked at the chess game, and said casually: "I think the way of chess is like the way of the world, and it always leads to higher places."

The old woman nodded and smiled, and the woman also raised her hand to stroke her temples and looked at the guest in green shirt with a hosta on his head with a smile.

As soon as Chen Pingan said these words, the scene of heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only an ancient chess book in the corridor and in the house. Chen Pingan glanced at it, put the two chess books into his sleeves, and accepted it with a smile.

Xiao Mo turned around and glanced, "That fellow Taoist, why did you even take the donkey away?"

Chen Pingan patted Xiao Mo on the shoulder and praised: "No wonder he can be our enshrinement in Luoluo Mountain."

After that, the two of them walked on foot, because there was a wider official road under their feet, with rice fields on both sides, and it looked like autumn harvest time.

Suddenly, a horse passed by behind him, heading into the distance. Xiaomo then looked into the distance, and soon there was a hotel.

On the ride just now, the young man in short brown clothes and riding a green horse looked like a poor and down-to-earth scholar. However, Chen Ping'an took a few more glances and found that this man had a prosperous official career and had a kind of thing called "in the blue yarn" in Feng Shui Kanyu books.

In short, the person's "climate" is a noble person who is destined to be the prime minister.

When Chen Ping'an and Xiao Mo walked into the roadside hotel in a hurry, they found that the young man was sleeping soundly with his head leaning on a celadon. Sitting beside him was a smiling old Taoist priest with white hair, sitting on the steps.

Leaning against a large package, if you are used to reading fantasy novels and encounter such an outsider, you should ask for advice on the magic of immortality.

The owner of the hotel seemed to be steaming millet. When it was about to be cooked, a fragrance came out of the kitchen.

Chen Pingan clasped his fists and asked with a smile: "May I ask the old immortal, where does this official road lead?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and replied: "Handan."

Chen Ping'an asked: "Are you really not going to Daoxuan Mountain, a liquor store that sells Huangliang wine?"

The old Taoist priest exclaimed, and began to look at this knowledgeable young man seriously. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Young master, this question is really ruining the scenery."

Chen Ping'an glanced at the bag, and the old Taoist priest understood, patted the package that he carried with him, and said with a smile: "There is nothing else, it's just a bag of frustration and dissatisfaction, so I won't open it for you.

To avoid the chaos."

The old Taoist priest glanced at the young scholar who was still sleeping soundly on his celadon pillow. After retracting his gaze, he glanced at the road outside and sighed: "I have nothing else to ask for. I only ask for the meaning of Tai Chi. No one else is Handan Tao."

Leftist."

Chen Pingan immediately stood up with a smile, took two steps back, bowed and said: "Junior Chen Pingan, I would like to pay my respects to Lu Zu."

The old Taoist priest who was respectfully called "Lu Zu" by Chen Ping'an waved his hand, motioned to sit down and talk, and asked: "Liang Shuang from the Divine Continent of the Middle Earth, Mr. Huolong from Julu Continent, and Taoist Master Guan Sun from Xuandu in the Qingming world, have they ever broken through?"

territory?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "None of them have broken through."

The old Taoist sighed endlessly and raised his head to look at the sky, "The spirit is in harmony with Taixu, and the path leads to the outer world. The five elements of Qi are wonderful, and the sun and moon are just inches apart."

Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged and said with a smile: "Wine flows in the river, and people climb the Yellow Crane Tower. The Taoist secrets are shining brightly, both in ancient and modern times."

The old Taoist priest clicked his tongue in surprise, stroked his beard and smiled, "Pouring a piece of Lei will relieve a thousand worries."

Chen Pingan asked curiously: "Does the old man have any connection with the Huangliang Kingdom of Aquarius Continent?"

The old Taoist priest nodded and said: "Pin Tao's birthplace is over there, but he left his hometown very early and traveled around. In fact, he spent more years in Qingming World than in his hometown."

The old Taoist priest immediately smiled and said, "If the poor Taoist had been involved in the Cicada Slaughter Cave Heaven's Wenjian in the early years, the man named Chen might not have been able to escape unscathed."

Chen Pingan did not comment on this. In fact, this is a loss-making thing of "saying one thing and offending two people".

Chen Pingan asked again: "Senior, have you ever met an old tree spirit?"

The old Taoist priest thought for a while, nodded and said: "By chance, I gave it some guidance on how to practice."

When Chen Ping'an attended the meeting at the Zhongtu Confucian Temple, he visited more than thirty rooms in the Yuanyangzhu Baofuzhai. Li Huai, who was traveling with him, only picked out one favorite object. It was a bonsai, a stone the size of a fist, with the seal carved "

The word "mountain fairy" can of course also be regarded as "fairy mountain". There is a small old willow tree entrenched at the root of the mountain. Under the tree stands an old tree spirit with a view of the sea. He looks like an old man, only three inches tall. He is old and has a bad temper.

The old man claimed to be the Old Heavenly Lord of the South of the City, and he seemed to have an immortal restraint on his body, which suppressed his realm. When the old man saw a customer, whenever he had the intention of buying, he would start cursing them with his hands on his hips, spitting everywhere, and persuaded them to ascend in the daytime.

Later, I heard from Li Huai that this old tree spirit said that he had met a swordsman named "Chun Yang" in his early years. He was an expert in the Taoist swordsman lineage. He had humbly consulted him on swordsmanship. He had good qualifications. After a few words, he

Breaking through one after another.

This kind of words can only be heard half-heartedly. As expected, the old tree spirit does have a Taoist fate with Lu Zu, whose Taoist name is "Chun Yang".

Chen Ping'an asked again: "Senior and that Bao Fu Zhai?"

The old Taoist priest laughed and said, "You have good eyesight. I am an old friend of the Baofengzhai ancestor."

The scholar woke up in a daze. After having a beautiful dream of enjoying all the glory and wealth in the world, he looked around blankly at this moment and saw that the old Taoist priest was still sitting beside him, and the host of the hotel was still steaming millet, but it was much better than before.

A man in a green shirt and an attendant.

The scholar felt sad for a long time, and finally sighed and bowed to the old Taoist priest. After thanking him, he said that he already knew the principles of honor and disgrace in life, the love between men and women, and the principles of life and death.

When the scholar was about to leave, Chen Ping'an quietly waved his sleeves, and the clouds and mist rose. Suddenly, in the open space in front of the hotel, an ancient locust tree appeared, with dense branches and leaves, providing acres of shade.

The scholar was in a daze, as if he was still in a dream. Looking to the side, he saw that the old Taoist priest and the green-shirted guest were no longer there. He could only see a green oil car driving out of the hole of the big locust tree, driven by four high-headed horses.

, there is a messenger in purple clothes, holding a jade tablet, kneeling to worship the scholar, claiming to be from a neighboring country, His Majesty the Emperor admires the talent... The scholar is moved, but he is still a little surprised, the green oil cart is hung with a bamboo curtain, and there is a beauty behind the curtain.
To be continued...