Chapter 52: Don't make sense with the smelly chess basket

Since he had not yet reached the wine shop, it was raining and the weather had cleared. Wang Yanqing understood that seeing the old gentleman had not arrived, so he did not rush to the wine shop, just along the official road. Walking slowly, listening to the "Jiazi Mountain and River Travel Notes" that Chun Shui was reading, he nodded occasionally, his expression unchanged.
The book "Jiazi Mountain and River Journey" that Chun Shui holds in his hand is written by a down-and-out scholar who has traveled through mountains and rivers all his life. His realm is not high and his knowledge is not high. In Wang Yanqing's opinion, his writing level is, Not too high. It’s just that the feelings between the writings are sincere, and it is considered a good book. In the end, even the name was not passed down to the scholar. There is only one book that has been handed down in the world. Emperor Yanling liked this book very much, otherwise it would not I personally picked it out for Chun Shui to take away from the palace for Wang Yanqing to read.
After reading the last sentence of this book, Chun Shui was not busy opening the new book. Instead, he went to find a water bag. After drinking a few sips, he laughed softly: "Mr. I don’t seem to be in a good mood these few days. If it is said that the previous heavy rain disturbed the husband, but now the rain has passed and the sky has cleared, why is it still like this? Is it possible that Mr. has some other plans in his heart."
Wang Yanqing smiled calmly: "I have been blind for many years, and I can't see it when it rains, nor can I see it when it rains, and it's clear. There is no disturbing statement, but I just remembered that I didn't bring that game of chess. , It seems a bit boring, and there is nothing else after listening to the book every day."
Chun Shui said softly: "Mr. is also playing chess with himself, isn't it boring?"
When Wang Yanqing heard this statement, he just smiled, and didn't say much. Even the national player Yanling is not his opponent. In this dynasty, he can find an opponent who can match his chess power. He is not against himself. Who can go down with?
It's just that in addition to reading, the only hobby is chess. The scholar really wants to find an opponent with comparable chess ability to compete.
But how difficult it is!
The carriage crossed a wooden bridge, and a pavilion appeared in front of him. After driving for a long time, thinking that the horse was running out, the groom turned his head and asked, "Mr. Wang, there is a pavilion in front of him. Do you want to stop for a while?"
Wang Yanqing nodded and agreed, "It's so good."
The carriage stopped by the pavilion, Chun Shui helped Wang Yanqing out of the carriage, and came to sit down at the stone table in the pavilion. Wang Yanqing looked at Gu Jing not waved, stretched out his hand to straighten his hair, and since he was blind, this kind of hair sorting Things can only depend on feelings. As for whether they have been sorted out or not, he actually doesn’t know. After a while, Wang Yanqing turned his head to look at Chunshui with great interest, and smiled and asked,
I’m a decent face. ?"
Chun Shui stretched out his hand to pin the strands on Wang Yanqing's forehead back to his ears, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chunshui is the best-looking person Chun Shui has ever seen."
Wang Yanqing chuckled and said, "But how did I hear that our first beautiful man in Yanling is in Luoyang City, haven't you seen it?"
Chun Shui's face was slightly red, and he whispered: "But Mr. May looks best when he smiles."
Wang Yanqing's face turned red, not saying much.
The horseman simply walked farther to find some fodder for the horse, and did not pay attention to the things in the pavilion to avoid injury.
Only when the groom walked to the river, he watched an old guy standing in the distance, looking at him with a smile.
The groom was startled, and was about to speak, when he found that the old guy had his feet off the ground and was hanging in the air. The groom is not a monk, but there are also many people who deal with monks all day, so he was not directly scared, just thinking that there is such a water ghost in this small river?
He asked loudly, "Where do you come from?"
So I just want Wang Yanqing, a monk in the Taiqing realm, to know what happened.
The old guy stood in the distance for a while, ignoring the silly groom, walked into the pavilion, came to Wang Yanqing, put the thing he was holding on the stone table, and sat down. Chun Shui on the side opened his eyes wide, but the old guy didn't care, ignored Chun Shui's surprised expression, and smiled calmly: "Wang Yanqing, how about you Yanling national player, how about a game with me?"
Wang Yanqing "looked" toward the front with a dazed expression. In his perception, apart from this voice, he didn't know that there was another person in front of him.
The old guy waved his hand and said: "How do you perceive this realm when the old man is out of his body? On the contrary, it is not as good as an ordinary person, at least you can see the old man with your eyes open."
Get out of your body!
Wang Yanqing quickly relieved and smiled. These seniors who can go out of their body and wander around can figure out where such a monk in the clear realm can figure out. He thought for a moment and said: "Presumably the gentleman is the old gentleman in that wine shop. The killing of the monks in the Northern Army Mansion was done by your husband?"
The old scholar who wandered out of his body when he was drunk smiled, "It turns out that the old man remembers correctly. You Wang Yanqing is now not only the number one national player in Yanling, but also the worship of the Yanling Penal Department. Why, I want to talk to the old man. The reason?"
Wang Yanqing spread out the chessboard on the stone table, and said with a smile: "What kind of reason the old gentleman's cultivation base is, it is only in the chess way whether he can be annoying for him."
The old Confucian pushed Bai Zi in front of Wang Yanqing and said angrily: "Do you really think Wang Yanqing is the number one player in Yanling?"
Wang Yanqing was noncommittal, but just asked: "Mr. is the black man?"
The latter snorted and put a chess piece on the board.
Although Wang Yanqing is blind, someone tells him where the opponent is playing every time he plays chess, and then he remembers the positions of these chess pieces on the chessboard in his mind, and then there is the saying of playing chess. Now there was only Chun Shui beside him, so after the old scholar put down the chess piece, Chun Shui hurriedly lowered his head to tell Wang Yanqing the position of the black piece.
After that, Wang Yanqing whispered, and Chunshui put the white pieces on the chessboard.
The old Confucian smiled and asked, "Wang Yanqing, is this time out of Luoyang City to track down the young girls?"
Wang Yanqing said calmly: "The emperor's will is like this."
The old scholar nodded, put down a sunspot, and then said: "The old man doesn't lie to you, the young girl is in that restaurant, but the old man really can't let you bring these two people back to Luoyang City. "
Wang Yanqing looked calm and said, "I would like to hear the details."
The old Confucian smiled with satisfaction. The most unwilling thing in his life is to arbitrarily reason with unreasonable people. Since this Yanling national player is willing to reason, he will reason with him.
"That girl has a huge background and is not easy to provoke. Of course, you have a school behind Yanling, and you are not afraid to provoke it at all, but if you really kill this girl, maybe the one behind you will not be so. I am willing to reason with you like an old man. But saying this is not a reason for you to give up, but the old man also knows that Yanling is really irresponsible. As for the young man, the old man had to protect him."
Wang Yanqing frowned and asked, "Why is this?"
The old scholar smiled bitterly: "Seven years ago, when I was in Demon Land, I ran into Chao Qingqiu."
Zhao Qingqiu, as soon as these three words were spoken from the old scholar, Wang Yanqing unconsciously held his breath, it was because the name was too loud, if the names of other saints in the mountains and rivers were made to make other monks think If you admire it, Chao Qingqiu's name makes you feel awed.
The sword immortal’s killing spirit is the first in the world. Just killing people is enough to stand at the top of this mountain and river. Among the twelve saints in the mountains and rivers, plus a few great monsters in the demon earth, whoever encounters the sword spirit of this sword immortal Frowning?
The old scholar calmly said: "The old man owes him a favor, so he silently decided to shelter him from the descendants of this swordsman. In the past seven years, the young man was the first swordsman he met. To fulfill the promise. In fact, this kid is the first for the Lobsang River incident, and there should be no chance of taking action."
Wang Yanqing fell behind and smiled calmly: "It's okay, there is an old gentleman here, but Wang Yanqing can't do much."
The old Confucian student was surprised: "Is it so easy to talk?"
Wang Yanqing said calmly: "When I left Luoyang City, the emperor’s will was very clear. Do your best. If you can’t stop at the border, it’s fine. You don’t need to chase it anymore. Now there are old gentlemen for it. To escort, Wang Yanqing couldn't stop even if he gave up his cultivation skills. What else would he stop, but Wang Yanqing didn't dare to believe all the words of the old gentleman, so Wang Yanqing still wanted to meet the young man. I don't know what the old gentleman meant. How about it?"
The old scholar nodded, but soon he frowned.
Wang Yanqing stopped letting Chunshui fall, and said with a smile: "It seems that Yanqing is not as good as the old man in his realm cultivation, but his chess power is still better than the old man."
The old Confucian had an ugly face. In the chess game in front of him, the black side was smashed to the ground, while Baizi seemed to have not yet done his best.
The old scholar praised sincerely: "What a Wang Yanqing!"

After a round of hands-on talks in the pavilion ended, the old Confucian went away alone, and Wang Yanqing returned to the carriage and asked the groom to drive the carriage to the restaurant.
Chunshui didn't know why the strange old gentleman came from beginning to end, and why he has disappeared now.
Wang Yanqing did not say much that although the monks under the world are divided into three religions and have the same line of swordsmen, they are actually in roughly the same realm. Those who are capable of going out of the body and wandering clearly indicate that they are at least the monks in the Chaoyang realm. It’s a monk in the Chaoyang realm, so no matter how much Wang Yanqing actually said, no matter how much truth can be taken for granted, it’s actually useless. Reasoning things like reason are usually talked about by those with higher realms and those with lower realms. But in the current situation, it was obviously that Wang Yanqing was in the lower realm, and the truth was always in the hands of the old scholar.
Driving the carriage to the wine shop, Wang Yanqing got out of the carriage and went to the broken wine shop. He sniffed and asked with a smile, "Is there any wine?"
The middle-aged woman standing in front of the counter glanced at Wang Yanqing in surprise, and she quickly realized that this good-looking man was actually blind. She softly responded, "Yes."
Wang Yanqing didn't know the situation in the wine shop. After walking a few steps, he came to Li Fuyao, who was getting up, and said with a smile: "The rain has stopped, but can you ask this young man to stay for a while?"
Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "Why?"
Wang Yanqing said calmly: "There is one thing you need to ask both of you."
Without waiting for Li Fuyao to speak, Wang Yanqing solemnly said: "Under Wang Yanqing, now it is worshipped by the Yanling Penal Department."
Li Fuyao's heart tensed, and he looked at the penal ministry and said nothing.
Wang Yanqing asked calmly: "On the Lobsang River a month ago, a dozen monks in my Yanling all died on that river, but what did the two do, or one of them? "
Qing Huai frowned and was about to take a step forward. According to this man's idea, it was about to start the fight.
Li Fuyao grabbed her arm and replied calmly, "Yanling committed Da Zhou. As a Zhou, Fuyao will naturally take action. Not only a dozen monks, but also the commander of Chen Guo, I killed. Thinking of tracing this matter, Fu Yao will not wait to die if he thinks about it."
Wang Yanqing smiled and said: "It is reasonable to fight for the country."
Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "What does that gentleman do?"
Wang Yanqing did not say good or bad, but asked Chun Shui to take the game and put it on the wooden table. After sitting down, he calmly said: "The next game, after playing, I will let you go across the border of Yanling and I will return to Luoyang. city."
Li Fuyao sat down without hesitation and said a good word. For these Confucian monks, in fact, in his mind, some can be called scholars, and some can only be described as monks, but he happened to think that the man in front of him was a real scholar, after he met Huang Jin and the old scholars. , The third scholar I met!
Before playing chess, he asked a question Wang Yanqing had asked before, "Mr. Black?"
Wang Yanqing shook his head and said very seriously: "No one can match my chess strength in Yanling. If you hold the black, I'm afraid you won't last long."
Li Fuyao also said seriously: "But I like Baizi."
Wang Yanqing smiled, did not say much, just asked Chun Shui to take the black one and place one on the chessboard.
Then Li Fuyao thought for a long time before putting a white piece on the chessboard very seriously.
Chun Shui looked at Li Fuyao weirdly, and then whispered something in Wang Yanqing's ear. The latter laughed dumbly, and then went silent for a moment.
This time, Li Fuyao thought for a long time before putting down the second white child.
After Chun Shui whispered something next to Wang Yanqing for the second time, Wang Yanqing's expression became extremely weird this time. He shook his head and whispered: "This game can't be played."
Li Fuyao raised his head with a look of surprise.
The regained old Confucian stood up and watched the game, and found that it was only two moves that Li Fuyao had played. It was extremely unreasonable. It was completely unreasonable to play without knowing anything. The old Confucian laughed angrily: "Li Fuyao, Wang Yanqing is Yanling's national player, Yanling is number one in the world, you are also number one, but the last one!"
Consciously boring Wang Yanqing stood up and sighed: "The most boring thing in the world is to play chess with the smelly chess basket."
Hearing these words, the old scholar burst into laughter.
The corners of Qing Huai's mouth evoked an arc.
The middle-aged woman smiled.
Li Fuyao reluctantly put down the chess pieces in his hand, he didn't say that he would play chess.
After a game of chess, Wang Yanqing walked out of the wine shop, but before stepping out the door, the consecrater of Yanling's criminal ministry said to the middle-aged woman: "The border is not peaceful. If you stay on your own, Wang Yanqing will naturally and the Beijun Mansion To be clear, I will try my best to keep you safe, but the premise of all this is on the premise of keeping yourself safe, otherwise I will come out of Luoyang City again."
The middle-aged woman looked at the gentle-faced scholar, nodded and promised: "Okay."
Out of the wine shop, onto the carriage, embarked on the journey back to Luoyang City.
Sitting in the carriage, Chun Shui looked at Wang Yanqing and asked strangely: "Sir, why did you decide to return to Luoyang City after playing a game of chess?"
Wang Yanqing said meaningfully: "Because he is a stinky chess basket."
Chun Shui frowned, wondering what the truth is, Mr.

In the wine shop, the old scholar waved his hand impatiently and said, "Li Fuyao, don't ask too much. The old man is too lazy to tell you about this. You really want a reason, which can be understood as the person beside you. This little girl is really your nobleman, but in fact, the old man also believes that as long as this little girl wants to leave and can't stop it, Wang Yanqing will probably kill you."
Li Fuyao choked silently.
The old scholar rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Get off to the sword mountain, I can't wait to see if you, the little fellow, will one day make the old man feel that this hand is worthwhile."
Li Fuyao gave a salute and was about to leave with Qinghuai. Qinghuai hesitated for a moment and said to the old scholar: "My father mentioned that there is an old guy in this mountain and river. He hasn't read a few days, but he always likes to walk around. , The state is not good, the wine is inferior, and the speech is awkward. The only thing worthy of praise is this person."
Li Fuyao was confused when he was speechless.
The middle-aged woman was even more dazed.
The old scholar stood in a daze for a long time before he came to his senses. He looked at the back of these two little guys and laughed softly: "Your father's wine is not very good, but his realm is high, and everything makes sense. ."
After a long time, the old scholar turned his head to look at the middle-aged woman, and suddenly smiled: "The shopkeeper, after taking that pill, go to the demon land after the old injury is cured. The old man is also staying in this wine shop. It’s been long enough. I haven’t finished watching the scenery of the mountains and rivers, so I have to walk around while still walking."
The middle-aged woman said angrily: "You can go, just get the money!"
The old scholar said helplessly: "The shopkeeper, can you be reasonable, the old man has solved such a problem for you, you are embarrassed to charge my jars of wine?"
"How many jars?"
The middle-aged woman put her hands around her chest and smiled and said: "You can remember it, but that is sixteen jars of wine, three hundred taels of silver! If you can get the silver now, I will let you go right away!"
The old scholar covered his forehead with his hands and murmured: "It's nothing, bring some more jars of wine."
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "Why, are you rich?"
The old scholar said boldly and dryly: "If you have no money, you owe it first!"
The middle-aged woman twitched her lips, and she had never seen a credit so taken for granted.