Mr. Xun has never celebrated the New Year in a place other than Xun Mansion. This is the first time. The master and the apprentice put some food on the top of Guangyue Ridge and invited the man who shepherded sheep all day long down the mountain to have a simple meal. , Mr. Zhou took two pieces of red paper, grinded ink and added pen to write two words of blessing, and pasted them on two big rocks on the top of the mountain. This marked the end of the new year.
However, Xun Yuantuo still almost got beaten. The reason was not because of anything else but because he was not drunk enough. After drinking two glasses of wine, he insisted on grabbing the man's shoulder and saying that he wanted to add two meat dishes. The latter didn't know why, but Mr. Xun just breathed wine and said that although the sheep at the foot of the mountain were thin and weak, they were best used to drink wine. Although the meat was older, it was chewy. Before he finished speaking, he asked the man to throw it out. Three to five feet away, he almost hit his head on the rock. Only then did he wake up, and he didn't dare to say anything anymore.
But when it comes to today's chess skills, Xun Yuantuo is completely different from what he used to be. The Tianyuan opening hand that Mr. Zhou first came to Xun Mansion has not been used for many days. It is not that Mr. Zhou deliberately kept it, but Now Mr. Xun's chess ability has really improved by more than one level. The chess records on Wufeng were not in vain for so many years. Although Mr. Xun was covered in bruises from the fall, it was indeed very effective. Mr. Zhou once said frankly that nowadays, even if he is 80% or 90% capable, he still has some tricks. Unable to withstand this boy's varied chess moves, Mr. Xun's chess skills have already been strengthened by gathering the delicacies of the five sects over the years.
Green comes from blue, and green comes from blue. This is the truth.
"It has been more than a few months since Wudaofeng was established. I think you, a disciple, have already figured out most of the five chess teachings. You have climbed the mountain and kowtowed ninety-nine times. There is only a thin line between you. When will you two return?" The shepherd man has been doing this frequently lately. He walked around the mountain, going up the mountain every two days, but his expression remained unchanged, and he seemed not to notice the strange things on the mountain road at all, which made Mr. Xun speechless.
"The more you push, the slower it gets. If you push me further, my master and apprentice may just stay on the mountain and not leave. At the right time, we will steal two old sheep to set up the soup pot and have a nice bowl of broth." Who is Zhou Kefa, even if he knows it? He couldn't beat the shepherd man, but he didn't speak mercilessly at all. He said such words in a breathy voice, which immediately made the man next to him look frosty.
The man silently raised his palm, causing Mr. Zhou to cough twice, and said sternly, "I'm just not using you for fun. Put down your rough fist, and it's not a big deal. If you break up my old bones, then You have to return the colorful handkerchief to me. Sooner or later, the two of us have to leave. This opportunity is so great that we can take them all away. I am afraid that there will be no one in the history of the world. Even though my disciple is extremely talented, he still borrowed external help to enter the mountain. After more than ten years, he will definitely be able to seize that opportunity based on his talent, but unfortunately he is still a bit young now, so it all depends on luck."
"Going round and round, I'm also talking about your unlucky apprentice." The man put down his palms. With a rare sense of popularity, he stood up and patted the ragged clothes. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't want to tell you the purpose of your trip. ?”
"What shady thoughts can I have? It's all nonsense." Zhou Kefa looked scornful, "I've been guarding the mountain for many years. I'm afraid I've seen too many literati who are striving for fame and fortune. They even think that I have ulterior motives. This But it’s your fault.”
"I think your ambition as a slanderous scholar is much greater than those who sought fame before. Three swords can't cover up the scalding fire. You should be enjoying your life in peace, not to mention that your body is riddled with holes. , shouldn't be so energetic, how can moths and mosquitoes be so excited without a bonfire in front of them." The man didn't believe Zhou Kefa's nonsense at all, and teased, "Maybe you can hide it from others, but for me, Just by scanning up and down, I can see the damage all over your body, why bother to lie so hard, how can you teach your apprentice well?"
Mr. Zhou put away the smile on his face and said, "This is a serious matter, so I apologize for not being able to tell you the truth."
"Don't bother telling me, it's not difficult for me to guess a thing or two, but my name will remain in history. Everyone has thought about it. It's not just you, a beautiful person who wants to do this, but the consequences will be nothing but ashes. What a rare thing." The man stood up and left. Before going down the mountain, he turned back and took a deep look at Zhou Kefa.
"Do you really want your apprentice to be alone? With his shoulders, can he really carry a heavy load?"
"As a master, don't think about dying all day long, live a good life, okay?"
In Zhou Kefa's eyes, the man was slowly going down the mountain road. The surroundings were still desolate, gravel, soil and rocks blowing in the wind, but for some reason the man stopped and squatted down, his palms trembling.
I don’t know where the grass seeds came from. The wind and snow dug them out of the soil. After eating thousands of winds and frosts, they flew into the air and fell to the ground. They swayed and were blown into this long-desolated mountain. They took root on the ground and drank from the snow. It chewed the soil, and before spring came, it gently broke out of the soil. A green sprout in the middle of the mountain road seems to be blocking out the sky and the sun.
The man sat blankly next to the green bud, crying and laughing. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted to Zhou Kefa who looked pleased in the distance, "Do you have any wine, nerd?"
Zhou Kefa took out a gourd from his sleeve and smiled heartily, "They are all idiots, why are you so polite?"
The man drank a whole gourd of wine and fell drunk on the mountain road.
Zhou Kefa stood up for a long time, then turned around and returned.
If a person's wishes and thoughts are all fulfilled, life and death, although great, are nothing more than a small amount.
"Come, let's play a game with Master." Mr. Xun was still drunk and was taking a nap in the middle of the thatched cottage. He vaguely heard Master's call, got up with great effort, stumbled out of the door, cleaned up the chessboard, and sat in front of him.
"This game, I will use 100% of my ability to play with you. If I can win, I will take you down the mountain to eat meat. It is shameful to have no food in my belly during the holidays."
So after many years, Tianyuan was seen again.
Na'an, the capital of the Qi Dynasty, used to be full of Chinese New Year. After all, it was a big country. Every household was not short of money, and there were endless fireworks. Many court officials also took advantage of the annual break to go out with their wives and children. By the way, Look at the fireworks and firecrackers, it's rare to have some free time. Xun Wenqu was no exception. He had a good relationship with the people in the capital and did not stand up to any arrogance. He went out early on Po Wu and ate a bowl of tofu curd. Then he wandered around the market for most of the day, trying some things here and there. It’s fun and leisurely to be picky.
The people in the city have known for a long time that this old man is gentle and kind to others. Common people often come to visit him and say hello to the New Year. Without the old man having to pay, many vendors rush to give the best quality goods to this man. A high official under one person in the current dynasty.
While Xun Wenqu was biting a small crab, a middle-aged man who was mostly a businessman came next to him. After whispering a few words, he retreated from the crowd as if nothing had happened.
The old prime minister frowned.
Guangyue spring comes.
