Inside the Little Saint’s Villa.
Wan Zhang study.
As Wan Zhang fell to his last son, the long but short-lived war without gunpowder finally ended.
Grab, grab, grab. Yan Lu let out a long breath. At this time, he seemed like the bad guy in the story of later generations, with a strange feeling.
It was a mysterious and mysterious feeling. In just a few hours, on this small chessboard, he seemed to have experienced the battle between two great ways.
At this point in the chess game, is winning or losing no longer important?
"Senior brother, although I don't want to admit it, I lost to you in this round." Xunzi said with a calm face, but his eyes were a little lonely.
He cares very much about winning and losing in the way of Go, not to mention that he is very face-saving. He previously won eight games in a row with Wan Zhang, but lost to the opponent in this most critical game.
What a failure!
He struggled all day long, but in the end he lost to Wan Zhang with only half a move.
All his efforts were in vain, which made him feel a little disheartened.
"Alas, junior brother." Wan Zhang sighed.
Seeing his junior brother like this, he felt bad in his heart.
"Senior brother, Wei Yan is very talented and has high attainments in both martial arts and academics. Senior brother must teach him well.
Junior brother went back first. Xunzi stood up, bowed his hands to Wan Zhang, and then turned to leave.
"Junior brother, wait a minute." Wan Zhang waved his hand to stop Xunzi. Then he turned to Yan Lu and said, "Zilu, you have worked hard all day. Go back and rest."
"Yes." Yan Lu cupped his hands, then turned and left.
嘘戅variety show literature 戅. He understood that the next conversation between Wan Zhang and Xunzi was no longer convenient for him to listen to.
But he didn't think much about it. As soon as he came, he was just such a person.
No desires or desires.
Secondly, since "Wu Ming" was stabbed by his predecessor "Jing Salamander", Luo Wang has been looking for the sword master of "Han Guang". Wan Zhang has been protecting him for so many years. This seemingly strict old man is actually so... Over the years, I have treated him as my own and cared for him more.
Wan Zhang would never harm him.
After watching Yan Lu leave, Xunzi stroked his beard and looked at Wan Zhang in front of him with confusion.
"Junior brother, I don't understand why senior brother wants to keep you?" Wan Zhang looked at Xunzi and smiled.
But there was a hint of bitterness in the smile.
"Junior brother really doesn't know what senior brother means. I hope senior brother will make it clear." Although Xunzi's face was full of doubts, he still maintained his celestial spirit.
"Junior brother." Wan Zhang did not answer Xunzi's question directly, but waved his hand.
A powerful internal force surged out, and the chess pieces on the chessboard flew up under the action of this powerful internal force, and then flew back into the chess basket.
Then, he pointed to the two food boxes placed aside and said to Xunzi: "Junior brother, you haven't eaten for a day. Sit down and finish eating first, and then we can chat."
Xunzi was solemn.
He knew that Wan Zhang might have something very important to tell him.
"Yes, senior brother." Xunzi cupped his hands and replied respectfully.
"The gentleman is far away from the kitchen, but the food has gone cold, and now there is nowhere to find a place to make it again. Junior brother, just make do with it." Wan Zhang said with a smile.
He now felt a sense of relief all over his body, like a student who had just received his results and found out that he had done well.
Because he knew that if his plan succeeded, then he could start his next plan.
And winning this test is not easy.
Because Xunzi's "dilemma" was just the simplest one before him.
Thinking of this, he was a little upset.
Alas, I am really old, and my vitality and blood are not as good as before...
…
After Yan Lu left Wanzhang's study, he did not go back to rest directly, but went to see Zhang Liang first.
On this day, he had to serve Wan Zhang, Xunzi, and Fu Nian who were in seclusion. It was unknown when he would be able to leave the seclusion. Zhang Liang taught all the lessons for the disciples in Xiaoshengxian Village.
Zhang Liang still wanted to copy those words, and he must be very tired now. He went to see if Zhang Liang needed help.
He was dressed in white clothes, fluttering in the cold night wind.
He seemed to have no feeling for the cold wind in the winter night, and remained as gentle as before.
The cold wind howled like an icy knife blade, which was not gentle.
But he is gentle.
With steady steps, facing the snowflakes falling from the sky like divine feathers on the wings of a god, he went to Zhang Liang's bedroom.
One step at a time, the footprints were quite conspicuous on the white ground, but they were quickly buried by the wind and snow, and the footprints disappeared without a trace.
…
Zhang Liang was writing in his bedroom.
A bright lamp, bamboo slips and cloth on the table.
Zhang Liang was busy splashing ink on the paper.
He was dressed in sky-blue Confucian clothes, neat and tidy, with long hair reaching his waist, a complexion as gentle as jade, and an elegant and unrestrained demeanor.
Although there was a trace of fatigue on his face, he was more excited.
Although it seemed like he was being punished, it seemed like he had been rewarded.
Because all this is indeed like a reward from God to him.
His handwriting is quite beautiful and he writes quite fast.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
He already knew who it was.
"Senior Brother Yan Lu, please come in." Zhang Liang said calmly.
"Junior Brother Zhang Liang is still writing hard at this late hour. You are really diligent." Yan Lu pushed the door in and smiled at Zhang Liang.
"Senior Brother Yan Lu is so complimentary." Zhang Liang replied humbly to Yan Lu. Of course, he was indeed very diligent.
"Senior Brother Yan Lu served the teacher and uncle today. You have worked hard. Why don't you go and rest so late?" Zhang Liang greeted Yan Lu with some doubts.
"Today you have to teach the disciples and write, which is really hard. Senior brother came to see if there is anything you need help with." Yan Lu asked.
"Not yet. Thank you for taking care of me, senior brother." Zhang Liang thanked Yan Lu, and a warm current passed through his heart.
"That's good, junior brother, don't be too tired. Just take a rest tomorrow. I will take care of all the disciples' homework tomorrow. You don't have to worry." Yan Lu said to Zhang Liang.
Seeing Zhang Liang still busy at such a late hour, as a senior brother, he felt quite sad.
"Thank you, senior brother, but no need. Junior brother not only doesn't feel tired now, but he is very energetic." Zhang Liang smiled at Yan Lu.
"That's good." Yan Lu nodded.
"Who wins and who loses?" Zhang Liang suddenly asked.
"What?" Yan Lu was asked by Zhang Liang and didn't know how to answer. Later, he realized that Zhang Liang was asking who won the chess game between his teacher and Uncle Xun.
Immediately, he answered: "The teacher won."
Zhang Liang smiled when he heard this and looked even happier.
Then, seeing that Zhang Liang had nothing here, Yan Lu turned around and prepared to leave.
He was tired after standing all day. He had to teach the disciples tomorrow.
"That's right, senior brother." Zhang Liang saw Yan Lu preparing to leave and called him.
Because he suddenly remembered something, something that Yan Lu might be interested in, and he wanted to tell Yan Lu.
