The day was very hot, but when Zhou Yan came to the pergola, he could still feel the cool breeze blowing.
With the unique fragrance of vegetation, it is rare to find silence.
The two were still concentrating on playing chess and didn't notice that Zhou Yan had walked over.
At this time, Zhou Yan was stunned when he saw the middle-aged man's appearance clearly.
The middle-aged man playing chess with President Jiang's father was clearly the one he saw at the manager's office of Luyuan Bus Group.
When I signed the contract with Lao Hutou, this middle-aged man was drinking tea next to him, but he didn't say a word.
Unexpectedly, we met here again.
President Jiang’s eldest sister’s husband?
Zhou Yan's face looked a little strange. If they were really related, should he still call him brother-in-law?
However, in this life, I and President Jiang haven't even gotten close to each other, so there's no need to really argue about that relationship.
Zhou Yan looked at the chessboard and played chess.
The chessboard is a white jade chessboard, and the chess pieces are also shiny and packed in sandalwood boxes.
When the chess pieces fall on the chessboard, they can make a very clear and pleasant sound, which is a rare enjoyment.
The old man holds the red chess piece, and the middle-aged man plays the black chess piece.
Zhou Yan looked at the situation on the old man's side and said, "Well, we're going all the way to Huanglong, but there's no sign of decline."
The Han army's horses' hooves were broken, their chariots and horses were trapped, and they were clearly in a state of distress.
It's just that this 'Chu Army' seems to have something up its sleeve.
...
"Haha, General!"
Jiang Weimin fired the cannon excitedly.
Xia Changhe returned his horse leisurely. He noticed a young man standing next to Jiang Weimin. When he saw it was Zhou Yan, he was slightly surprised, but he still smiled at Zhou Yan.
This young man who left a deep impression on him at Hongcheng Station didn't know why he showed up at his father-in-law's house.
You can ask later.
Jiang Weimin stared, analyzed for a while, and finally came up with something.
Seeing Xia Changhe wandering around, he said unhappily: "Playing chess, playing chess, where are you looking?"
"good."
Xia Changhe smiled, glanced at the chessboard, and moved the cannon that was deep behind enemy lines.
"Hey, why are you moving this?"
Jiang Weimin was puzzled, but without the cannon blocking him, Jiang Weimin had to just get on a soldier and cross the river.
Zhou Yan watched from behind, guessing that the old man's skills were not that good. He didn't even know that his home was stolen, so he subconsciously said: "Enter the car."
Jiang Weimin turned around and saw a young man standing next to him. He didn't care why he was there, but just glared at him: "Stop talking and just watch the chess without saying a word."
Xia Changhe nodded and said hello to Zhou Yan but said nothing.
At this time, Jiang Weimin also directly sent a small force to cross the river.
"Dad, why don't you think about it again?"
Xia Changhe reminded him loudly.
"Don't think about it." Jiang Weimin said confidently.
"Then let's play the next game." Xia Changhe put the cannon up helplessly.
The ordinary pawn who followed the cannon around the Han army's camp also played the role of a cannon mount.
"impossible."
Jiang Weimin was just about to move his general to hide from the cannon, but found that the door of the general on the opposite side was wide open, showing the momentum of facing the general.
"Okay, it's quite gloomy."
Jiang Weimin blew his beard and stared at Xia Changhe, "If you regret your chess, you must regret it!"
"OK."
Xia Changhe moved the chess pieces back to the time when Jiang Weimin had not raised his troops.
Jiang Weimin thought that a young man seemed to have said "Enter the car" just now. He looked again and again, his eyes lit up, he moved the car and ate the pawn, and the dead situation was solved immediately.
"Young man is still useful." Jiang Weimin glanced at Zhou Yan with a smile.
Zhou Yan rolled his eyes and said nothing.
No matter how you play the stinky chess basket, you will lose.
Sure enough, three minutes later, Jiang Weimin puffed his beard and glared: "If you regret your chess, you must regret it."
"Dad, you have regretted it three times." Xia Changhe felt helpless.
"Repent again." Jiang Weimin moved the chess piece back and looked back at Zhou Yan: "You bastard, what do you think we should do?"
"Get on your horse." Zhou Yan glanced at Xia Changhe sympathetically.
Five minutes later, the Chu army was defeated.
Jiang Weimin looked at Xia Changhe proudly: "How about it? It's awesome."
"Well, Dad is really awesome." Xia Changhe nodded.
Jiang Weimin was very proud. He turned back and said with a smile: "Young man is quite good. Come and play with me."
"Not so good."
"It's okay, I'll take a look." Xia Changhe stood up and nodded to Zhou Yan.
"Okay, just have a little fun."
Zhou Yan sat on it.
Jiang Weimin waved his hand very gracefully: "You make the first move."
Zhou Yan took the first step and vaulted directly. Jiang Weimin didn't even think about the soldiers on top.
Zhou Yan set up the cannon unhurriedly.
"Be serious." Jiang Weimin glared at Zhou Yan.
Who does this guy look down on? He is so murderous.
However, Jiang Weimin didn't pay much attention to such a young man, and he stayed there leisurely.
After about ten steps, Jiang Weimin's face no longer looked leisurely but turned serious, while Zhou Yan, on the other hand, still looked like he was playing with you to kill time.
"Good boy, let me seize the opportunity."
Jiang Weimin picked up a horse, slapped it suddenly, and made a snapping sound: "General."
Zhou Yan looked at the situation and put the black car on top, preventing the red horse from jumping up and eating one of his red cannons.
"Good boy, darker than the river."
Jiang Weimin immediately withdrew his artillery.
Zhou Yan moved a black cannon three steps laterally and said calmly: "General."
Jiang Weimin turned his horse around and blocked the black cannon. Zhou Yan directly pushed the black pawn to the bottom and said, "Move on."
"No more, no more, no martial ethics, no respect for the elderly at all."
Jiang Weimin blew his beard and stared.
"Smelly chess basket." Zhou Yan curled his lips.
"What did you say? What a stinky chess basket?"
Jiang Weimin stared with bull eyes, "One more round, you will die in this round."
"Okay." Zhou Yan chuckled.
"That Zhou Yan, save some face for my dad." Xia Changhe couldn't help but say.
"Don't say anything." The old man glared at Xia Changhe and looked at Zhou Yan: "Get off well and don't let me."
Zhou Yan nodded seriously.
five minutes later.
"If you regret your chess, you must regret your chess!" Jiang Weimin blew his beard and stared at Zhou Yan.
"Well, you've already regretted it seven times." Zhou Yan reminded.
Jiang Weimin's face turned red, and he felt a little embarrassed when Zhou Yan said this. He chuckled and said: "The last time, the last time."
Three minutes later.
"Xi Qi, I don't believe it anymore. I can't kill you."
"That's the eighth time."
"the last time."
Zhou Yan estimated that if he didn't lose this game, the old man would regret it all the time, so he deliberately showed a flaw.
Two cannons were eaten, the Chu army's central gate was wide open, and the old man went straight to Huanglong.
"Hehe, win, win."
Jiang Weimin looked at Zhou Yan proudly and said shamelessly: "It's just that, it's just that. The young man still needs a few years of polishing."
"You're right."
Zhou Yan rolled his eyes.
At this time, Xia Changhe, who had been quietly watching the chess game, couldn't help but ask: "Zhou Yan, why are you here?"
"Didn't you bring him here?" Jiang Weimin was stunned when he heard Xia Changhe's words.
He looked at Zhou Yan carefully: "Tell me, young man, how did you sneak into my house."
"Well, if I tell you, don't hit me." Zhou Yan said mysteriously.
"It's okay. I promise I won't hit you." Jiang Weimin felt that this young man was quite to his liking. He probably saw him playing chess in the yard and came over to take a look, but he didn't care much.
He thought that he would have to play with this young man a few more times to show him what it means to be a good person.
Zhou Yan looked at Xia Changhe, then at Jiang Weimin, and whispered, "Well, I'm Lianyi's boyfriend."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
