There is an unknown village on a high mountain with beautiful scenery.
Fulong Village.
There are nearly three hundred households in the village.
As night falls, smoke curls from every household.
A woman in a flowered coat opened the courtyard door and shouted the names of the children from each family at the top of her voice.
"Iron egg!"
"Goudan!! Let's go home for dinner!"
"Cuihua~ is back."
"Chenchen, why don't you come back soon, this damn kid!"
A taller boy dropped the boy in his hands fiercely.
He cursed in his mouth: "You blind man, if you let me see you again, I will beat you next time!"
The young man lying on the ground had an inexplicable smile on his face, and said softly: "Zhao Beichen, just wait."
The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a sharp face, a high nose, and thin lips.
Wearing gray linen clothes, his eyes were covered with a white silk belt.
The words just fell!
Zhao Beichen's eyes showed a ruthless look, and he raised his hand to punch the young man.
But he was stopped by the child next to him. The little boy said with a grimace: "Beichen, hurry up and go back. My mother has already called me to eat."
After the children left, the boy lying on the ground stood up in a jiffy.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he walked home with his hands hanging on his back.
As he walked, the boy twitched his nose, as if the one who had just been beaten was not him at all.
Looking for the scent, the young man leaned on the fence of a house and shouted: "Aunt Li~ What kind of day is it today? Did you stew a little hen?"
Zhiqa~
A slightly stout middle-aged woman pushed open the door and greeted the young man with a smile on her face.
"We're watching chess. Have you eaten? Auntie will get you some."
Li Guanqi pretended to touch his stomach and said, "I really haven't eaten yet."
"Isn't this a dog with a sharp nose? He doesn't want to eat the chaffy vegetables my grandpa made, so he comes here without looking for the taste."
Seeing this, the woman quickly waved her hand and said, "You bastard, don't talk nonsense. Just in time, Auntie still has half the pot left."
"I'll get you some more rice, and you can take it back and eat it with your grandpa."
When the young man heard this, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he said sweetly: "Thank you, Aunt Li."
"Hey...it would be a pity if Aunt Li doesn't go down the mountain to open a restaurant with her skills."
The woman's eyes were curved, and there were a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
"You brat, it's your sweet mouth, just wait."
After a while, a little girl who looked like a porcelain doll came out carrying a pot of fragrant chicken stew.
The little girl was carrying a pot full of stewed chicken, and stared at the pot with wide eyes for fear of spilling it.
As she walked, the little girl muttered: "Li Guanqi, are you a dog? Every time my family makes delicious food, you come on time."
Li Guanqi lay on the fence and couldn't help but said: "Meng Wanshu, who do you think can marry a good wife and mother like you in the future?"
Meng Wanshu blushed, and it took a lot of effort to carry the pot of vegetables up the fence.
She rolled her eyes at Li Guanqi and ran into the house, but then she thought that Li Guanqi couldn't see her.
He raised his lips and raised his head and cursed at Li Guanqi: "You stinking scoundrel!"
Li Guanqi laughed, and before he turned around, he stood still and saluted slightly.
He said with some embarrassment: "Um...Uncle Meng is back?"
The man standing in front of Li Guanqi didn't say anything and kicked him in the butt.
He laughed and cursed: "Don't tease Wanshu from now on. She is almost at the age of worshiping the clan and is not yet upright."
"Get out of here~"
Li Guanqi chuckled, nodded quickly and said, "Okay~ I'll bring some wine to Uncle Meng tomorrow."
After twists and turns, we finally came to a courtyard that was slightly far away.
After knocking open the door, the young man shouted softly: "Grandpa? I'm back."
At the door of the room, an old man smoking a cigarette suddenly lit up his eyes.
He ducked in front of Li Guanqi, grabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes.
After chirping, the old man said, "Sure enough, Lao Meng's wife's craftsmanship is the best."
Li Guanqi put down the vegetable basin and swayed slightly.
Su Xuan curled his lips and cursed angrily: "How long have you been so open-minded before you use it like this? You kid will hit the boxing pile a hundred times today!"
The young man suddenly looked bitter and muttered in a low voice: "Grandpa, isn't it..."
"Hit it a hundred more times, that's three hundred times. It's already late at night when I finish."
As the old man took out a dark scabbard from behind, the young man shut his mouth in a wise manner.
The old man and the young boy just squatted on the threshold and started eating.
While eating, the boy asked: "Grandpa, why do you always say you won't let me fight back?"
The old man spit out a bone from his mouth and slapped the young man on the head, causing him to stagger.
"Punching at the weak and practicing the ball?"
"Is this what I taught you?"
"If you fight back, I have to go to Lao Zhao's house for dinner tomorrow."
The young man rubbed his head and said nothing for a long time.
The old man pretended not to see it and said: "You kid is holding it in like this. You must have done something wrong. I am too lazy to care about you."
"Did I meet your Uncle Meng when I came back?"
Li Guanqi chuckled: "That little girl Wanshu looks better as she grows longer."
Snapped!
"Who asked you about his girl?!"
"Oh oh oh, are you asking your father-in-law?"
Snapped!
"After dinner, take a medicinal bath first and hit the boxing pile four hundred times!"
"Grandpa~ My dear grandpa!!"
But who would have expected that the old man suddenly stood up, causing the young man to miss him.
"Hiccup~"
"I'm done eating."
Li Guanqi suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The chopsticks were pinched in the basin several times, and there was only a clinking sound from the basin and chopsticks.
"You always go to Lao Lutou to play chess again?"
"Hurry up and practice boxing!"
The young man had a bitter look on his face, and he ate big mouthfuls of rice until not a single grain was left.
After eating, the young man went to the backyard, took off all his clothes, and sat in the tub.
The dark green potion continuously stimulated the boy's skin.
Within a few breaths, the boy's skin turned red, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
His body was trembling slightly, his teeth clenched.
It was as if he was suffering some strange pain.
Through the dark green liquid, one could vaguely see the dense mysterious lines on the young man's body.
It was only this year that Li Guanqi opened his eyes to see things.
But in his eyes, although it was only black and white, it was already a huge surprise to him.
So every day he would spend all his energy to open his mind.
Li Guan Qiban sat in the tub and silently endured the pain caused by the medicinal bath.
In his mind, he was thinking about what would happen after the boxing pile was finished.
At the east end of Laifulong Village, there is a centuries-old tree.
Su Xuan was wearing a gray robe, carrying a Mazhao in his hand, and walked slowly to the foot of the tree.
An old man with a kind face was sitting under the tree, playing chess alone.
Seeing Su Xuan coming, he greeted him familiarly.
"Tsk tsk, did you just finish eating?"
Su Xuan picked out a piece of minced meat from his mouth, flicked it away with his fingers and said: "Old Lutou, I will accompany you in the last game today."
The old man with white beard and hair slowly raised his head and said softly: "Want to leave?"
Su Xuan put Mazha on the ground and said softly: "Yes, I have to go."
After saying that, he picked up the white chess piece and placed it on the chessboard. He looked up at the old man and said softly: "Old Meng and Old Man Zhang from the west of the village. I know who they are."
"But it's just you. I've been thinking about it for eight years and haven't figured it out yet."
"What's your... name?"
The old man smiled slightly, holding a black chess piece and placing it next to the white piece.
"Me? I'm just a lonely old man."
"The name...Lu Tiancheng."
Su Xuan frowned and murmured in a low voice: "Lu Tiancheng... I haven't heard of it."
"Then he shouldn't be a big shot."
"but……"
boom!
The black chess piece was casually smashed to pieces by a scabbard.
Su Xuan looked sharply into the old man's eyes and said softly: "I don't care who you are, and I don't care how much your name is. It goes against the will of heaven."
"As long as I'm here, you can't move my grandson! You can't move either!"
Buzz! !
In the next breath, the shattered black chess piece instantly closed up and returned to its original state.
The old man seemed not to feel the threat from Su Xuan and said softly: "You have to try whether you can move, right?"
Su Xuan smiled slightly, scratched his head with the scabbard, stood up and said, "Then let's do it now. I'm afraid I'll be too busy tomorrow and I won't be able to make time."
