Douluo: Transmigrated into Tang San and started cultivating immortals

These two days, Tang San would occasionally watch people play chess by the Qinhuai River.

Sometimes Ning Yi will come over after running.

After coming and going, the two always talked.

Neither party revealed the identity of the other's time traveler, they just said a few words casually, and sometimes they just stood aside and watched people playing chess without speaking.

Today is no exception.

Tang San looked at it for a while, and was about to leave.

Ning Yi stopped him.

With a smile on his face, he looked at Tang San, grasped the distance of the conversation just right, and asked: "Do you think if I continue to practice like this, can I be able to do lightness kung fu like you?"

Tang San smiled, and said: "No. If you want to learn kung fu, you'd better practice some kung fu or something, but at your physical age, it's very difficult to practice well."

"Is it very difficult..." Ning Yi muttered, but there was not much loss between his brows. In fact, he generally knew his own situation, but he always had a yearning for martial arts, so he thought about asking.

"If someone helps you open up the meridians in your body, and then gives you empowerment, you can barely squeeze into the ranks of second-rate masters."

Tang San added.

Ning Yi heard the words, but did not speak.

Sure enough, Tang San said next, "It's just that this kind of thing consumes a lot for the person who gave the initiation, and it hurts a lot. No one will do this for you because of relatives or reasons."

"It seems that I have nothing to do with kung fu in my life." Ning Yi said with a sigh.

His expression was not too regretful.

For this kind of thing, he is still very open. To him, kung fu is more like a little fun in a boring life.

Can become a natural joy.

It's okay if you can't.

While the two were talking, one of the two old men who were playing chess suddenly received a message from a servant, he didn't care about playing chess anymore, and said something urgent at home, so he left.

The other old man couldn't find his opponent, glanced his eyes, and shouted to this side: "The two young masters have come to watch chess recently. I think they have a lot of experience in this way. Would you like to come and talk with the old man?"

Tang San and Ning Yi looked at each other, and both said "uh".

Ning Yi looked at the sky, "Well... sorry, I should go back."

Tang San could only sit down in front of the old man.

Before the previous life time travel, because Jaguar was born in the abstract world, he had paid attention to Go and knew the rules of Go, but he had never played a game.

Now this is the first time.

But Tang San wasn't timid either.

The way to play Go is actually a process of comparing computing power in the end. Whoever counts more and sees farther will win.

Now Tang San's brain power is not comparable to ordinary people at all, while communicating with the old man, he put away the Reversi on the chessboard.

Guess.

Tang San holds the white chess first.

With a snap, he squeezed a white piece and put it on the board.

The old man looked at it, and didn't care at first, but after a few breaths, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, looked at Tang San with a relaxed expression, and asked: "Young Master, who did you learn your chess skills from?"

"Oh, a guy named Jaguar."

Tang San answered casually.

The old man held the sunspot and said nothing, unpack?

I've never heard of this name.

Although Jaguar may be regarded as a genius in the abstract world, in fact, his chess skill is a proper chess master no matter it is modern or ancient.

Snapped.

The old man falls.

Tang San didn't hesitate, and followed the old man to make a move, as if he had already figured out that the old man would make a move on that position on the chessboard.

In this way, you and I made about a dozen moves, and the old man was able to keep up at first, but now he is sweating profusely, and he has been unable to drop the sunspot after a long time.

Tang San didn't rush, and stretched out his hand to ask the tea stall not far away to bring a pot of tea. He poured himself a cup. Seeing that the teacup next to the old man was full, he didn't pour it for the old man.

After Tang San drank two cups of tea, the old man put the sunspots in his hand on the chessboard.

After several moves like this, the old man suddenly put down the sunspot in his hand with emotion, and said, "I lost."

Tang San smiled lightly, "Concession, concession."

"My son's chess skills are close to the Tao."

"The old man has won the prize."

After flattering each other, Tang San paid the tea money and left gracefully.The old man was sitting in front of the chessboard, carefully replaying the chessboard, and the more he looked at it, the more amazed he became.

He couldn't bear to mess up the game of chess.

……

In the days that followed, Tang San still lived leisurely, occasionally walking to the Qinhuai River, at the invitation of Nie Yunzhu, sitting in front of the small building to drink a cup of tea, talk, and then parted naturally.

On this day, Tang San sat in front of Nie Yunzhu's small building as usual, and when talking with her, he mentioned the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Young Master Tang, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. I heard that the Puyuan Poetry Fair will be held on the Qinhuai River this year. It will be very lively."

The woman flicked her hair by her ears, her clear face was beautiful in the morning light in the east, she was smiling with her lips pursed, her smile was very graceful, with an extreme femininity.

"It's the first time for me to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in Jiangning."

When Tang San arrived at this time, he only talked about his life experience with the woman. In fact, his situation had already been inquired clearly by the maid.

I don't know where the scholar came from...

He was very rich and bought a small independent courtyard as soon as he arrived in Jiangning.

It seems that there is no fame.

What he does every day is to wander around the city, and occasionally stay in the yard all day, but he never goes to those places where the wind and dust are looking for willows, so he can barely be regarded as a decent gentleman.

Apart from the lack of fame, the maid Hu Tao was very satisfied with Tang San as a whole, thinking that even if her young lady married Tang San, she should be very happy.

So Nie Yunzhu waited by the door every day to make tea, and the maid Hu Tao would not persuade, but would help move the stool out, and occasionally make some snacks with Nie Yunzhu, so that Tang San could chat while drinking tea.

Nie Yunzhu glanced at Tang San, and didn't ask any further questions. After pondering for a while, her face turned a little red. She wanted to say something, but she was shy and didn't know how to speak.

The man seemed to have read the woman's mind, drank the tea in his hand, got up and said, "Mid-Autumn Festival... If you and Hu Tao are fine, why don't you come and play with me on the banks of the Qinhuai River?"

When Nie Yunzhu heard this, his eyes were watery, his head nodded slightly, and his pink face was full of joy.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming as promised.

When Tang San went out, he sensed the restlessness of the whole city. The bustling atmosphere had been brewing since before he got up in the morning.

At night, Jiangning City, where the curfew has been lifted, is illuminated by lights. The Qinhuai River is like a flowing river of flames in the lights. The decorated boats sway gently on the river. Standing on the bank, you can occasionally hear From the sound coming from the painting boat, there is the sound of zither, and there is also the sound of singing...