Under a vigorous ancient pine tree, there is a stone table on which two people are playing chess.
Two men with long beards and unruly hair, who could not tell how old they were, sat opposite each other. The mountain behind the academy felt like spring all year round, and it was now spring. Although there had been several continuous spring rains in the past few days, the temperature was not too low, otherwise it would have been long. There won't be so many women wearing cool clothes on the street.
But for some reason, the two men sitting at the stone table were still wearing thick winter clothes from the academy. Moreover, the clothes were full of stains and had not been washed for an unknown period of time.
The two men were fully focused on the chessboard, fighting in every square inch.
Needless to say, these two people are Mr. Fifth and Mr. Eight from the academy.
Before they entered the mountain, one of them was a master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the other was a palace chess master of the Yuelun Kingdom. Later they entered the mountain and became brothers. However, they have not forgotten the grudges and hatreds of the past. Whenever they have nothing to do, they will hold the chessboard and sit under the Matsushita. In just a few days, they might even forget to eat and wear clothes, which made the other brothers in the back mountain wonder whether these two people would vomit blood and die of cold and starvation.
But it is undeniable that the two people's chess skills are at the pinnacle. Apart from each other, it is difficult to find an opponent.
"This move sucks. You should put the pieces here."
"Stinky chess, another stinky move. If you land the white piece here and make a few more moves, wouldn't it be enough to kill his big dragon?"
"This move is good, but unfortunately it's not smart enough. If I were you, I would set up an ambush here and let him take a few more moves, hehe..."
"Hey, this move is beyond my expectation. It has some of my style. Children can be taught. Children can be taught."
At some point, a black figure sat next to the two of them, watching them play chess.
The fifth and eighth gentlemen played chess to the point where they didn't even eat. They were all focused on the chessboard. Although they noticed that there seemed to be an extra person around them, they never raised their heads to look at them.
At first, that man could be regarded as a "true gentleman who watches chess without speaking". He didn't speak for the first three games and just watched the two people playing chess. But when the fourth game of chess started, it seemed that he couldn't hold it in any longer, and he started talking nonstop. Later, his voice became louder and louder, and his tone gradually became more and more arrogant. He was simply comparing the two top chess players in the world to stinky chess baskets.
After enduring four or five games of chess, Mr. Wu, who had a slightly worse temper, finally slapped the table: "A true gentleman watches chess without speaking. If you can do it, do it. If not, just shut up."
"I'll do it, I'll do it." The man in black sat in Mr. Five's seat, holding a black chess piece in his hand, and started playing chess with Mr. Eight.
There was a chill on the faces of Mr. Fifth and Mr. Eight. As chess masters, the only people they valued were Mr. Li Manman and the Master.
Although they didn't know who the man in front of them was, the two gentlemen decided to teach this guy a lesson.
Then, the expressions on the two people's faces quickly changed from sneers and disdain to solemnity, and the frown became tighter and tighter. Finally, they let out a long sigh. The two ignored it and bowed to Yu Liancheng at the same time: "Sir, your chess skills are superb. I am willing to be inferior." , Dare I ask your name, sir?"
The young man in black thought for a while, smiled slightly and said, "You can call me Alpha!"
"I wonder if the chess game formula sir has a name?"
"Heaven! Earth! Big! Same!"
When these four words fell, the young man in black turned into a black smoke and disappeared.
…
Next to the stone path, among the flower trees, Mr. Eleven is sitting among the flower trees. All kinds of petals are falling on his clothes, which looks very funny.
I saw him picking up a petal on his shoulder and murmuring to himself: "If there is nothing outside the heart, nothing outside the heart, and no one enters the back mountain, will this flower cease to exist? Before the teacher entered the back mountain, this flower What does it have to do with the hearts of you and me if it has been growing and falling in the mountains for thousands of years?" It seems that this gentleman is thinking about a very profound philosophical question.
"The existence of objective matter is not dependent on human consciousness. Of course, if you think about flowers blooming, time flowing backwards, and all things growing, that's another story." A clear voice sounded, and a black figure stepped on the flower bed. He came to the small road with a smile and said: "This problem is actually not difficult. What is really difficult is another problem."
"what is the problem?"
"Who are you?"
"You ask me who I am? Of course I know, I am Wang Chi."
"No, you don't know. Do you really know, who are you? Wang Chi? No, this is just a name, a code name. You can be called Wang Chi, I can be called Wang Chi, anyone can. After the code name is taken away, who are you?"
Not long after, the black figure had left, but Wang Chi fell into an unprecedented sluggish state. There were a lot of problems surrounding him, giving him a headache.
who I am?
Where did I come from in life and where will I go in death?
Why should I appear in this world?
What does my presence mean to the world?
Did the world choose me, or did I choose the world?
An uninvited guest entered the back mountain, and the back mountain was completely in chaos.
Mr. Fourth's river plate was overturned, but the endless quicksand did not pour out like a torrent of river water, submerging the entire room. Instead, it was blocked by a strange rune. Mr. Fourth looked at this rune and fell into deep thought. He felt that this rune was full of infinite mysteries, which he had never heard of or seen before.
Mr. Qi Muyou is the only female disciple among his disciples. Her hobby is to embroider in wooden bridges and pavilions. A gust of wind suddenly blows up and rolls the embroidered handkerchief up to the sky. When it is blown down by the wind, the embroidered handkerchief is covered with embroidery. There are three more gorgeous peonies. But those stitches and threads faintly formed a formation, which was extremely mysterious.
Chen Pipi, the youngest Mr. Twelve, was hiding in the bushes admiring the beauty of words and pictures. His face was red and his ears were flushed. Suddenly, a cold voice called out his name. The voice was very similar to the woman Chen Pipi feared most. The twelve gentlemen were so excited that they were so frightened that they refused to listen to the instructions and opened the floodgates without authorization.
The usually arrogant geese were squawking wildly, and were being chased by something buried deep in the lake. The geese had lost some of their feathers. Even the master's ox was kicked.
Finally, Yu Liancheng came to a figure by the waterfall. Before he could take action, the figure turned around. This was a young man wearing a strange high crown on his head. He looked serious. He bowed to Yu Liancheng first: "Mr. Yu came to the back of the mountain. Jun Mo didn't come to greet you. I hope you will forgive me."
Immediately afterwards, a sword appeared in the hand of the second gentleman of the academy, and excited flames danced in his eyes: "Mr. Su Wen has a high level of cultivation. I would like to ask you for some advice. Is it possible?"
"It's so direct." Yu Liancheng chuckled and suddenly asked a very strange question: "Have you seen Liu Bai's sword?"
(End of chapter)
