What's even more strange is that the old man is still in charge of both sides, he is the white chess and the black chess, and he is the fun to play.

Han Sanqian has seen chess players and many Linglong chess games, but has never seen such chess games.

There is only one black chess, and anyone with some common sense knows that no matter how they play, black chess can't win, or in other words, white chess will be a victory early. Is there still a need to play?

"It's a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar. My son, go and greet the guests. As for whether this young gentleman can play a chess with me?" the old man smiled slightly.

Hearing this, Mr. Wang and Qin Qingfeng were obviously stunned, especially Mr. Wang himself, who could hardly believe his ears.

More than 30 years ago, my father suddenly disappeared mysteriously for more than a month. After he came back, he played this kind of game of winning and losing every day, and he always played two sides by himself. He asked his father, but his father did not answer and tried to have fun with him, but his father would never give in and said that he was not talented enough!

Wang Dong is one of the big guys in Tianhu City. He does not have enough talent and cultivation, so how can he support such a huge family? But such a character was demoted by his father to be inexperienced and not qualified to play chess.

Although Wang Dong was worried about this for a long time, he had gradually gone through the years and was almost forgotten. However, when Han Sanqian came, his father took the initiative to invite him to play chess, which made Wang Dong unwilling to accept it, but also very puzzled.

He looked at Han Sanqian and he became even more puzzled.

Han Sanqian's face was pale and his lips were dry. He looked like he was seriously ill and could die at any time. How could such a person be more qualified to play this chess than himself?

Han Sanqian glanced at Qin Qingfeng, saw him nodding, and looked at Wang Dong again. Although he was a little unwilling to accept his eyes, he did not object, so he sat down.

"My son, pour tea for the guests." The old man smiled softly.

"I'll pour tea for him?" Wang Dong was shocked and said incredible.

Qin Qingfeng quickly laughed at this time and said, "Senior, Sanqian is just my disciple, and Brother Wang is a swordsman who is famous in all directions. Brother Wang pours tea for him. Sanqian is going to make life short."

Han Sanqian also said: "Yes, senior, Sanqian can't afford it. If you want to play chess, Sanqian will accompany you, and tea or something will not be the case."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the old man slapped his palm directly on the chessboard and shouted angrily: "Pour tea!"

With a powerful shout, Wang Dong was startled because in his perception, his father had always been extremely gentle and had never been so angry. Even if he was unwilling to accept it, Wang Dong had to nod obediently: "Okay, I'll go now."

"Soak the snow ash I gave."

Wang Dong was about to leave, but the old man's tone was slightly relaxed. When Wang Dong heard Xuehui, he wanted to speak but stopped. That was the treasure of the royal palace and the lifeblood of his father.

Even this needs to be taken out?!

However, Wang Dong didn't dare to talk to him, so he honestly ran the tea up and handed it to Han Sanqian.

The old man nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "You go and greet the guests, this gentleman can play chess with me."

Wang Dong responded, turned around every three steps, and finally took Wang Dong to the villa and did not dare to disturb him.

As soon as the two left, the old man smiled slightly and looked at Han Sanqian and said, "How is it? Young man, do you have a way to solve this situation?"

Han Sanqian shook his head and was about to speak, but the old man raised his hand slightly and signaled him to take a sip of tea first.

Han Sanqian tasted it lightly and felt that the tip of his tongue prevented the Buddha from being attacked by thousands of flavors at the same time, but the flavors were surprisingly harmonious with each other, creating a very strange and dedicated flavor.

"Good tea." Han Sanqian said sincerely.

The old man smiled slightly: "Snow ash is made of thousands of tea, take one of its essence, burn the ash into seeds, and then covered with cold snow, it can become one of its plants for a hundred years. Therefore, it is born with a delicate and amazing beauty, but after suffering, it can melt the taste of thousands of tea into one body, and create such a special taste, and the same is true for this chess game."

Han Sanqian nodded, he seemed to understand the meaning of the old man's words.

"The old man means that it is like this black chess. Although it seems that so many white chess are surrounded by them, the defeat is determined, but once the obstacles are cleared, you can survive in a desperate situation."

The old man smiled and nodded: "The child can teach. The so-called great things are the future, and those who achieve small things are the present, while those who fail to succeed look at the future. Those who fail to succeed abandon the future and focus on the present, and then they can fulfill the present with their duties. This is a small success, and those who achieve small success do not stick to the present, but plan for the future, and they will surely achieve great things."

Han Sanqian quickly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your advice for your advice."

The old man smiled and said, "Then what is your way to play this chess?"

Han Sanqian also smiled, took out the black pieces, raised his elbow and swept all the white pieces directly: "My way to play is that there is no white piece, only my piece."

After saying that, Han Sanqian slowly placed his black piece on the chessboard.

The old man was stunned and then laughed: "It's interesting, interesting, it's really interesting. If you don't stick to your actions, you can practice the law of all things. The heaven is for me, the earth is for me, and the world is for me!"

Han Sanqian quickly stood up: "Sanqian should thank his predecessors for their advice."

The old man stroked his beard, stood up lightly, and walked slowly towards the outside of the hall until he could not see his figure outside the hall, but he could smell his laughter: "How can all things in the world be accomplished? Good fortune, it is the heart and the ability. My friend, at dinner, I have an important thing to announce, please wait for me."

At dinner, Wang Dong enthusiastically set up a banquet to invite Han Sanqian and his disciples. As soon as the three of them sat down, a woman in red walked in quickly. Her skin was as white as jade, and her delicate little face seemed to be carved by heavenly craftsmen. While the edges were clear, they were perfect, lively and charming.

A pair of slender legs were tied with red and white cloth Ling, which was quite inconsistent with her beautiful face, and it made her feel a little more eccentric.

As soon as the woman entered, she sat on the table casually. As if there was no one around, she picked up the food on the table and stuffed it into her mouth rudely.

Wang Dong frowned: "Simin, don't be rude. Haven't you seen any guests here?"

Wang Simin glanced at Han Sanqian and the other two indifferently, and said indifferently: "Dad, when did you make such poor friends?"

"You!" Wang Dong was furious, turned around and said to Qin Qingfeng: "Brother Qin is sorry, the little girl is naughty, and Wang is incompetent in discipline, so he has lost his mind. Please don't be surprised."

"It's also true that Qianjin is honest by nature, and it's not in the way." Qin Qingfeng smiled awkwardly and sat down.

"Simin, why don't you call Uncle Qin?"
Chapter completed!