The Nameless of the Common Clans

"Sir, where are we going?" Standing in front of a simple pavilion, Juan'er looked at the sky and said, "It seems to be raining."

"I'm not too sure." Chen Mo looked at the sky. It was sunny before, but it was cloudy in just over an hour. However, his sudden increase in luck did not cause any trouble, which made Chen Mo a little strange. Could it be that this was not a good thing but helped him avoid a disaster?

As he was talking, raindrops were already falling.

As a last resort, the two had to hide in the pavilion. There were several old men playing chess in the pavilion before. They should be famous people in Luoyang. Chen Mo didn't know any of them, and it was not easy to disturb them. Now it was raining and there was no place to shelter from the rain around, so Chen Mo had to take Juan'er into the pavilion.

The old men who had played chess before had already left, leaving only one person who should be the chess player. At this moment, he was looking down at the endgame on the chessboard. When he saw the two people coming in, he didn't show any displeasure, but just nodded slightly and continued to study.

"Excuse me." Chen Mo bowed. The old man's hair was half white, but he was in good spirits. Although he looked peaceful, he also had a sense of authority. Chen Mo guessed that the old man should be of high status, but he would not recognize him rashly.

"Young Master, are you looking for someone?" Seeing the heavy rain outside, it was obvious that he could not leave. A servant beside him took out a small stove to cook wine, looked at Chen Mo and smiled, "I have seen you go back and forth here three times before."

"I guess so." Chen Mo nodded, turned his head and saw Juan'er shivering with cold, shook his head, reached out to take off his outer robe and put it on Juan'er, but his eyes fell on the chessboard that had not been finished.

"Young Master, Juan'er is not cold." Juan'er shook her head quickly.

"Then hold it." Chen Mo said casually, but his eyes were gradually attracted by the unfinished chess game. He was also a good chess player. As early as three years ago, his chess skills had been praised by Zang Hong. However, in the past three years, he had played countless games with his mentor, but he still lost more than he won. However, it also stimulated Chen Mo's enthusiasm for chess. Now seeing the endgame played by the old man and others, he couldn't help but guess in his heart that the old man and the other person were obviously not weak in chess.

"Young master is also good at chess?" The old man seemed to have noticed something, looked up at Chen Mo, and asked with a smile: "Young master, who do you think will win or lose in this game?"

"The current situation can be said to be a match, but if we move ten more pieces, the black piece will lose." Chen Mo was immersed in the chessboard, and he didn't think about it and directly stated his judgment.

"Oh?" The old man was interested after hearing this. He looked at the rain outside and said with a smile: "Why don't you give it a try?"

"This..." Chen Mo was just surprised at this time. He bowed and smiled: "The younger generation is rude and offended the elder. I hope the elder will forgive me."

Unable to figure out the other party's identity, Chen Mo could only address him as an elder. Calling him "Aung" seemed too intimate and inappropriate.

"It's okay. It's rare for you to be so dedicated to chess at your age." The old man pointed to the chessboard: "It's just right to be a white piece. You might as well give it a try."

"I'm sorry." Chen Mo nodded, picked up ten white pieces from the chess cup, thought about it, and grabbed a few more.

"Don't worry, young man, come down." The old man looked amused and gestured.

Chen Mo stopped talking nonsense and directly placed a piece.

"Rare." Seeing this, the old man smiled slightly and immediately placed a black piece.

Huh?

Chen Mo frowned slightly when he saw this, looked up at the old man, and said in confusion: "This move of the elder seems meaningless."

"Just go ahead." The old man shook his head and smiled when he heard this.

Chen Mo nodded when he heard this, and said no more, and continued to place the second piece, eating the old man's five pieces. On the chessboard, the black pieces were getting more and more powerful, while the white pieces were already weak.

But the old man didn't seem to see it, and was not in a hurry to save the pieces. He just moved one piece to the left and one piece to the right, erratic, and seemed meaningless.

Bluffing?

Chen Mo looked at the old man frequently, but he felt that the old man was not the kind of person who played tricks or showed off. In this way, Chen Mo placed nine pieces in a row, and the old man did not stop him, but Chen Mo did feel a sense of boredom. As long as the last piece fell, the white piece would win this game.

"Yes, your chess style is sharp. At your age, it is good to have such chess skills." The old man looked at Chen Mo and smiled.

"The elder is too kind. I just took advantage of the old man's momentum and won unfairly." Chen Mo smiled politely, but he felt a little bored. He thought he had met a chess master, but now it seems that the old man just saw that he couldn't win and made a few moves at random.

"Win?" The old man looked at Chen Mo in surprise: "Young man, your vision is too narrow after all. So, how do you think the victory or defeat is?"

As he spoke, the old man dropped a black piece on Tianyuan.

"Tianyuan?" Chen Mo frowned and looked at the old man. This was still a useless move. His last move would decide the outcome. He wanted to give in, but the old man made this move...

Chen Mo's pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at the situation on the chessboard in amazement. The black piece, which had been languishing, responded to the old man's last move, Tianyuan. The black pieces that seemed useless in the previous moves echoed each other. Before, Chen Mo was killing all around with the white pieces, but now with this move, the old man was ambushed from all sides. If Chen Mo's last move fell, it would not be the black piece but the white piece that would die.

The fate of the white piece was cut off by this Tianyuan move.

"The elder was..." Chen Mo looked up with some doubt, looked at the old man and said, "Layout?"

"You can see this. Your chess skills have surpassed 90% of the chess players in the world. It's just a layout based on the remaining momentum. It's not a skill." The old man shook his head and smiled.

“…” Chen Mo looked at the old man and was speechless. His humble words before were now coming out of the old man’s mouth, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. However, he was free and easy-going. He didn’t drop the last black piece after all. He shook his head and sighed: “The elder’s chess skills are amazing, and the younger generation is far inferior to him.”

“Give up?” The old man looked at Chen Mo with a smile.

“The younger generation can’t think of a way to turn the tables.” Chen Mo nodded helplessly. He finally got rid of the pressure from the teacher. He was taught a lesson again just after arriving in Luoyang.

"How about we switch?" The old man looked at Chen Mo and smiled, "Now I will play the white pieces, and you will play the black pieces."

"This..." Chen Mo looked at the chessboard and shook his head, saying, "The victory is already determined, and there is no way to turn the tide. Although I am not talented, I don't want to accept this..."

"Humiliation?" The old man looked at Chen Mo, shook his head and smiled, "Young man, you are full of ambition. This life is like this game of chess. Don't be discouraged before the end! I don't want to humiliate you, but it's rare to meet such a talented younger generation, so..."

He picked up a white piece from Chen Mo's chess cup and dropped it on the chessboard.

"This..." Chen Mo was stunned. The white pieces were not completely killed as he imagined, but this move...

He couldn't help but pick up a black piece and put it down along the chessboard arranged by the old man, but it failed to kill the opponent. There was still one piece missing.

"Just this one piece." The old man dropped the white piece on the chessboard, and the situation changed again. The black piece was killed by the white piece.

Chen Mo sat on the stone pier in a daze, silent for a long time, and then suddenly closed his eyes.

"Young Master?" Juan'er, who was standing beside him, stepped forward with some concern.

"Don't disturb him." The old man shook his head and smiled, "Help me to tidy up the chessboard."

"Yes~" Juan'er didn't know why, the old man's words seemed to have a magical power, and she unconsciously did what the old man said.

The rain outside the pavilion was a little heavier, and the pavilion was like an isolated island trapped in the rain, but the scenery in the distance was hazy and visible, just like Chen Mo's mood at the moment, he seemed to have found the little bit that his mentor had always said...