I Am Immortal

  Chapter 88 You Ji When You Were Young

The old man saw Qi Wuhuo, and Qi Wuhuo bowed his hands slightly, the old man let go of the child's arm, and said with a smile: "So it was a little friend, haha, I never thought that we would be separated a few days ago, and now we can still be here We met, we are really destined."

   "Come, come, if you have free time, how about coming to play a game with the old man?"

  The child raised his head and said, "Huh? Won't you have **** with me?"

   "Then, what about my candied haws?"

The old man stroked his head and laughed loudly, then his right hand went deep into the sleeve robe of his left hand, took out three big coins, bent down and handed them to the child, and said with a smile: "Of course I won't miss you, come on, buy one Big eat!"

   "Yeah!"

  The child ran away happily.

  The old man invited Qi Wuhuo over.

The young Taoist sat down and helped the old man tidy up the chess pieces scattered on the board. He picked up the water-milled chess pieces that seemed to be some years old, and put them into the chess jars on both sides. The old man smiled and said: "I was idle at home , It was really boring, so I simply went out to find someone to play chess, but recently they are all busy with the New Year's Eve, except for the children, no one has time to sit with me for an hour."

   "Playing with children can also make people feel much happier."

   "Ha, but the little Taoist leader made you laugh."

The old man put the last black chess piece into the chess jar. The chess jar seems to have some ancient features. No matter its shape or appearance, it is different from the current one. The old man also seems to value it quite a lot. Holding a go piece, he said with a smile: "The last time we met in the teahouse, I set up a fragmented game on the table, and later found that it was broken. That word, is it you, Xiao Daochang?"

   "That day I went back to study this move, and thought it was really wonderful."

   "My heart is very itchy, I have long hoped to meet you again, come on."

   "Let's play a good game of chess today and try it out."

  The young Taoist picked up a chess piece, held the white first, and said: "My chess skills are ordinary, and the way I played before is because I have seen someone study the fragments of the game, so I remember it."

   "Maybe it will disappoint you, old man."

  The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "Then we will play according to the endgame of that round."

So under the old tree, the two played according to the number of the well-known fragments of the chess game. A game of chess fragments was laid out, and the two began to play slowly. However, the young Taoist remembered the fragments and solutions he had seen in Huang Liang's dream, and played from the memory of the chess record. The old man played very quickly. slow.

  Executing white first, the advantage is great.

After a while, the old man was holding the chess piece and did not drop it for a long time. Finally, he sighed deeply: "The game record of the chess piece has become [Trapped Dragon Game], and my big dragon has been trapped. No matter how I play it, it will only be in the game." Just a waste of time."

   "It's not a game, it's not a game."

   "Do it all over again."

   "Of course, the money will not miss you."

   "Since the old man has set up this signboard, he won't break his promise and get fat."

He put the chess piece in the chess jar, and then signaled the young Taoist to pick up the white chess and take it back, so that this game of Go can be restored to its original incomplete appearance. The young Taoist also quietly waited for the old man to think about it. Playing chess, but this remnant of the ages is still a remnant of the ages after all, Qi Wuhuo insisted on the white first, almost occupying an advantage as big as the sky.

  In addition, the analysis of the fragments and various solutions that Huang Liang Yimeng had seen before.

  The old man struggled a few times, but he couldn't help but walked towards the remnant of [Trapped Dragon Game].

   "Hiss..."

   "Shouldn't, shouldn't be."

  The old man was surprised, but he also had a kind of joy of meeting his opponent, and said: "Let's play another game."

Immediately while thinking, he restored the chess game on the chessboard to its original appearance, and invited Qi Wuhuo to make a move with a smile. The young Taoist mentioned the white piece, and found that the old man was very serious when playing chess, and was constantly thinking about changes and ways to break the game. : "Old man, I like playing chess very much."

  The old man smiled gently: "Yes, I learned it when I was young, and now I have come down to it now."

   "Although the talent is mediocre, I still love it."

   "Speaking of which, Master Xiaodao, your cultivation seems to have stabilized a lot."

   "Well, I have realized a little bit."

   "Haha, the little Daoist is very humble. You have such a stable vitality, you don't have a little understanding."

  The two played chess while talking.

The old man stroked his beard and smiled and said: "However, when you are practicing, you must not only study in one place and not come out. This is what the old seniors told me when I was in the ancestor's house in the East China Sea. Once completed, you should read astronomy, geography, and human affairs extensively, and then you will feel that everything is in the Tao, but each has its own style."

  “【In the midst of body cognition and change, humble yourself. Or play the piano quietly to cultivate your true nature】.”

  “【Purify the fierce air, and make a gentle atmosphere】.”

  Qi Wuhuo raised the chess piece, thoughtfully: "Playing the qin quietly can cultivate the true nature."

  Recalling the feeling when I was playing the piano, I said: "I see."

"Been taught a lesson."

  The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Then can you keep your hands a little while playing chess?"

  The young Taoist fell down, thought for a while, and said: "If you keep your hands, the old man will not be happy, right?"

   So the old man laughed even more.

   Spin even if it is a fiasco.

  Laughing becomes coughing.

  The old man shook his head helplessly, picked up the chess pieces and re-arranged the chess game, Qi Wuhuo said:

   "Is it chess that the old man chose to dispel the restlessness in his heart?"

  The old man said with a smile: "I have dabbled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

   "It's just that the person who played the piano was a meticulous old gentleman, and the chess attendant in the chess and literature hall was a very beautiful girl."

   "Back then, I was young and frivolous. I was obviously the best at painting, splashing ink and spring and autumn, but because the girl refused to pretend to be beautiful, I became more energetic and had to provoke her."

  The chess piece in the old man's hand is slowly knocking on the chessboard, the sound is ding-dong, quiet:

   "When she studied the chess game in summer, she would wear a green robe and hunting suit, and sit on a tree and watch her; in spring, she would take her out for an outing, and no matter how stinky chess she played, she would play it together."

"I still remember that one day when we played chess together until the night was darker, she was wearing a red satin cloak, quietly watching the remnants of the chess game. The sound of chess, the chess pieces fall on the chessboard, the candles next to it flicker, and the lanterns fall."

  The voice of the old man is gentle when he falls.

  The young Taoist thought for a while and said, "Is that your wife?"

   Such an old man still seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "Yes..."

  Qi Wuhuo understood, and said, "Do you want to decipher this fragment and go back to play chess with her?"

  The old man lowered his eyes and said with a gentle smile: "No."

   "She has passed away."

  The young Taoist paused, as if he hadn't expected it, and was at a loss for a while.

The old man said gently: "There is no need to feel sad. The matter of life and death is what we practitioners will eventually encounter. Even if we are practitioners, there will be differences in realms. What's more, she is not a practitioner yet. Panacea can prolong life, but soul and spirit have their limits."

   "We will encounter these things after all..."

   "So, let's just treat it as an old man talking too much."

   "If you are worried that you will encounter such a thing yourself, the Taoist leader might as well plant a tree now."

   "Plant a tree?"

"Um."

The old man raised his eyes and said: "Yes, but when I planted a tree when I was young this year, the old people gradually scattered, but this tree grew bigger and bigger, like the years I have experienced, and finally there is a tree. Rulers and records, follow the memory, and you can also see the old people in the memory, maybe you don’t think much about it, or maybe you won’t think like me in the future.”

   "Let's just listen to the old man's random words about my own feelings."

   "When we come to this world, what will we leave behind?"

   "Walking in the world of mortals without a leaf on your body is a way; but leaving traces is also a choice."

   "This tree is my journey."

   "I see it as I see it."

   "My state of mind can always be the same."

The young man chewed on this sentence, knowing that this sentence was the insight of the old man. When the wind blew, he raised his head and saw behind the old man, the big tree, prosperous and tall, as long as it was in this city Inside, standing on a high place, you must be able to see this old tree. When the wind blows past, the leaves rustle, and the white hair hanging from the old man's temples is slightly fluttered, but there is also a sense of calmness.

  Seeing this tree is like seeing my practice.

  Qi Wuhuo thought deeply.

  A tree branch happened to be inserted obliquely at the waist.

  The old man said suddenly: "We lost again."

  He threw the **** down.

  【Trapped Dragon Game】It's over.

   A few more steps, and his big dragon will be cut off.

  Qi Wuhuo said gently: "This is because I have read the remnants of the chess record. I will write this remnant for you."

  He recited the chess record to the old man. The old man listened with great interest, and sometimes clapped his hands and said:

   "So it's such a solution."

"Ha, it really is exquisite. Let the old man think about it, next time I play this game of chess with you, I will definitely not lose again. Today I lost a full ten times in one go, and I got the game record. It’s because I didn’t bring enough, if you don’t mind, I’ll give you this…” The old man reached into his sleeve robe, took out something and handed it to the young Taoist.

   "I see that although your foundation is solid, you haven't learned the method of cloud and mist yet."

   "This is the combination of the old man's fusion of chess and the art of cloud and fog. Practice can gain supernatural powers and help the vitality to rise."

  The young Taoist was surprised: "It's too heavy."

  The old man shook his head and said gently: "If I can decipher this fragment, I should thank you."

   "She would also like some..."

  The young Taoist took over the old man's manuscript.

   After thinking about it, he cupped his hands and said:

   "Poverty, Qi without confusion."

  The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Old man Ao Liu."

   "When I solve it, let's play another game of chess."

The young Taoist said goodbye after promising, got up and left, the world of mortals, pedestrians coming and going like flowing water, the child who took three big coins earlier bought candied haws, and ran back home, the family members asked him where he got the money The child said that there was an old man playing chess with him under that old tree.

  So the old man in the family also laughed: "That old tree."

   "Speaking of which, someone is always there."

   "Grandpa was there when he was a child, and once played a game of chess with an old gentleman. He lost that time, but he also took three big coins..."

   "Ah, alas, have you seen Grandpa?"

   "Yeah, what else did you see today?"

   "I saw a Taoist elder brother go to play chess with the old man!"

  The old man teased his grandson and said with a smile: "Maybe you will say the same to your grandchildren."

   "Fifty years ago, there was a young Taoist who played chess under an old tree."

   "The chess piece knocks off the leaves on the chessboard."

The child's face was full of imagination, which made everyone laugh. Candles and lanterns fell, and through the window, there was a burst of warmth, and the lights came on little by little. The old man under the tree was studying the chess game, raised his head, and looked at the capital city of Zhongzhou. Every night, it was just as bustling as it was back then, always reminding him of that young girl in white with a collar and light eyes who seldom smiled.

  In such a long time, I have never seen a flower as beautiful as the reflection in the girl's eyes.

  The old man fell down, smiling gently and lonely.

   "Ah, that's great..."

   "I'm about to unravel the game."

   "Meet a very interesting child, who is very gifted and savvy."

   "It's a small Taoist leader, isn't it the same age when you and I met?"

"When I met you back then, who would he meet again? And if more than a hundred years later, he also has gray hair and plays chess to see the world, what kind of boy and person will he meet? So I say Ah, the world of mortals is so interesting, I can't bear to leave."

He cleaned up the chess game and walked to the stone bridge step by step. The flowing water reflected the light, someone put up a lantern, and the lotus lantern was floating on the river. The old man looked at this scene gently, and finally just shook his head, with downcast eyes and a gentle smile, Walking into the crowd step by step, he murmured:

   "A song of willows on the Qingjiang River, the old Banqiao five hundred years ago."

   "I once said goodbye to the beautiful woman on the bridge."

   "I hate that there is no news until now..."

   Walking into the world of mortals, like water drops into a river, disappears without a trace.

  PS:

  According to the rules of ancient Go, play with white.

  The verse comes from Liu Yuxi's "Wild Willow Branches". The time has been changed. It was originally twenty years old.

  (end of this chapter)