Chapter 1425

The heart of the Dragon kingdom.

The hinterland of Kyoto.

Inside the red palace wall.

An old man is splashing ink.

Looking at his silent face behind him, he stood silent.

The black thick ink is slowly rendered on the white rice paper, giving people a strong visual contrast effect.

It's not regular script, running script, Wei script, or Xiaozhuan, which is loved by many calligraphers. It seems that the old man who has a lot of skills is just writing at will, but a unique momentum is diffused from the gradually emerging font.

"Sacrifice one's life for the country and forget one's body. It's better to be upright and die than to be meticulous and complete. "

In black and white.

Black and white!

The old man picked up his pen, stood up straight, looked at his work, and said with a frank smile, "Mr. He, I heard that some calligraphy masters can sell their words at a high price at the auction. How much do you think my words will be worth if they are taken out?"

The old man behind responded in four simple words.

"Priceless."

The smile of the old man in the orthodox Zhongshan suit was more fragrant. He put down his brush and turned to look at the old man behind him. He shook his head and laughed.

"Mr. He, when did you learn from people outside that you like to say things against your will. I don't know how much I have. So, only when there's no one to wait, can we dare to scratch, just for fear of making people laugh. "

The old man sighed, and then, like a failed work, he rolled up a piece of ink that had just been written, kneaded it into a ball, and threw it into the garbage can.

From the beginning to the end, the old shadow behind him witnessed with his own eyes, but did not move, expressed no opinions, and did not stop him.

If the picture is really taken out for auction, it will definitely create the highest price ever. After throwing it into the garbage can, the old man who has worked here for nearly six years walked to the chessboard.

"Mr. He, let's play chess."

The old man named he finally had his movements. He was not as stiff and sluggish as the old man in Huajia. He soon came to the side of the chessboard.

This is a chess set.

And it's not made of precious materials. Whether it's a chessboard or a piece, it's very common.

Two old people took their seats on the Han street of Chuhe.

"Mr. He, it's hard to summon up the courage to play chess with you. You have to let me play chess. At least don't let me lose too much."

The old man in the Chinese tunic began to smile. Before he was finished, he seemed to feel that the winning rate was slim, as if he didn't know that it was always taboo to be timid before fighting.

"He Lao" is also a faint smile, bowed his head, very inhuman response: "chess, such as war, no ruthless division."

After being rejected, the old man was not angry. Instead, he laughed and even stroked his sleeve.

"Mr. He, since I dare to invite you to play this game of chess, I'm not sure. You should be careful. Don't let me. If you lose at that time, it won't look good."

For provocation, he said nothing and did not choose to fight back. He only raised his head after setting up the chess array. He said politely.

"Please."

Maybe it's because of the difference between the hard strength of chess, and the old man of Zhongshan suit is not polite. He is over 60 years old, but when he is playing chess, he creates a style of great general who can swallow thousands of miles.

"Pop."

The wooden pieces landed heavily on the plate.

Watch out for the shelling!

He Laozuo, Ma yueqian, took it easy.

It is said that the matchless national player can walk one step and see ten steps away, but the old man in Zhongshan suit obviously does not have such terrible powerful chess power. Although he has enough momentum, he can't cover up the mediocrity of chess power. From time to time, he will walk some confused chess, and then react to it, and he will soon show his chagrin. However, he has a rare quality, even if he will No matter how important pieces are sent to the opponent's mouth, he will not make a fuss.

Regardless of whether the level of chess power is half the weight, the style of chess is undoubtedly much better than Shen yini's father.

As long as the other party sent his son, he accepted it with a smile. He didn't feel soft at all. In just a few minutes, he let the other party lose half of the country.

"Mr. He, you are too serious..."

Seeing that his soldiers and horses were more than half damaged, the old man in Zhongshan suit grinned with pain, but he still had no intention of intercession. He had a strong personality. Holding the lone horse and staring at the chessboard, he began to be a little hesitant, and his thinking time obviously began to lengthen.

"He Lao" did not seem to see his strategy of delaying the war. He did not make a sound urging. He took a panoramic view of the chessboard that had been decided by the overall situation and waited quietly.

"Pop."

After thinking about it for nearly two minutes, the lone horse set foot on the sun, crossed the middle boundary, and still did not move forward.

Mr. he ignores the single horse that is not a threat, makes a leisurely layout and makes a silent decision.

Hanging to the middle of the table, because of the deliberate delay of the old man in Zhongshan costume, the chess game that should have been over began to lengthen. However, this kind of temporary treatment but not permanent treatment can not change the final outcome at all. It just makes the victory and defeat come a little later."Pop."

Another gun was mercilessly knocked down, and the old man seemed to be more silent than dead. He turned a blind eye and continued to leap forward.

Shuangxiang, Zuoshi, Gongwei veteran's pieces were swallowed one after another. Facing the enemy's double cannons, the old man in Zhongshan suit had no choice but to move the veteran aside, and there was nothing to block the pieces in front of him.

He was calm and calm. Even if he was sure to win, he did not show his face. He worked step by step, dispatched troops, and perfected the net.

"Mr. He, don't kill too much. Are you going to eat up all my pieces and leave me only one bare commander?"

The old man in Zhongshan costume pretended not to be slow. At the same time, he drove straight across the Chu River and abandoned his old general.

Seeing that the other party seemed to give up, he said with a faint smile: "it's still time to admit defeat."

"Give up?"

The old man of Zhongshan costume looks at the old man who is besieged. Instead of sighing, he smiles.

"Mr. He, it's still unknown who will win or lose."

Voice did not fall, he raised the lonely horse, heavily fell in each other's hinterland.

"General."

He old eyelid light lift, just want to deal with, but looked down at the eye chessboard, eyes slightly changed.

"Mr. He, thank you."

The bicycle is reflected from the side.

The exposed veteran has also become one of the fatal obstacles.

It seems that the military is strong, but it has no way to go.

Mr. He raised his head and said nothing.

And he developed a tacit understanding for many years, the old man of Zhongshan suit understood, seemed to know what he wanted to say, and began to smile.

"Mr. He, let's talk first. We've got a plan. We don't regret it."

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PS: some people accuse me of writing nonsense in hydrology. I think it's necessary to say something.

I always think that a good novel, a classic novel, is not only about one's love and hatred, but also about all kinds of living beings.

Although the leading role is important, the supporting role should have its own soul.

I don't think what I wrote is a classic, but I want to keep up with it.

One should always have a dream. After all, in case What about it?