I am immortal

The old man saw Qi Wuzhuo, and Qi Wuzhuo also bowed slightly. The old man let go of the child's arm and said with a smile: "It's my little friend, haha. I never thought that after seeing each other a few days ago, we could still be here." We met, we are really destined."

"Come on, come on, if you have some free time, how about you come and play a game with me?"

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

"So, where's my candied haws?"

The old man put his hand on his head and laughed loudly. Then his right hand went deep into the sleeve of his left hand and took out three large coins. He bent down and handed them to the child. He said with a smile: "Of course I won't miss you. Come on, buy one." Eat the big ones!”

"Okay!"

The child ran away happily.

The old man invited Qi Wuhuo over.

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

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

"Ha, I made you laugh, little Taoist priest."

The old man put the last black chess piece into the chess jar. The chess jar seemed to have some ancient meaning. Both its shape and appearance were different from today's appearance. The old man seemed to value it very much and caressed it gently with his palm. Holding the Go chess piece, he smiled and said: "The last time we met in a teahouse, I set up a broken chess game on the table. Later I found that it was broken. That word was played by you, the Taoist priest, right?"

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

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

"Let's try a good game of chess today."

The young Taoist picked up a chess piece, held it white first, and said: "My chess skills are ordinary. I remember the previous moves because I saw someone studying the fragments of that game."

"Maybe I will disappoint you, old gentleman."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Then we will play according to the end game of that game."

So under the old tree, the two of them played according to the fragments of a well-known chess game. The chess pieces jingled, and they felt a little quiet and quiet. They soon played the game. The remnants of a chess game were laid out, and the two began to play slowly. However, the young Taoist remembered the remnants and solutions he had seen in Huang Liang's dream, so he just played according to the memory of the chess records, and the old man played very well. slow.

Implementing white first has a huge advantage.

After a while, the old man held up the chess pieces and did not put them down for a long time. Finally, he sighed with emotion: "The chess pieces have become a [trapped dragon game]. I, the big dragon, have been trapped. No matter how much I play, it will only be in the trap." It’s just a waste of time.”

"This game won't go down, it won't go down."

"Start over again."

"Of course, you won't be short of money."

"Now that I have set up this sign, I will not go back on my word and get rich."

He placed the chess pieces in the chess jar, and then motioned to the young Taoist priest to pick up the white chess piece and take it back, so that the game of Go could return to its original fragmentary appearance. The young Taoist priest also waited quietly for the old man to think about it before proceeding. Playing chess, but this eternal fragment is still an eternal fragment. Qi Wuhuo took the lead and almost had an advantage as big as the sky.

Coupled with the analysis and various solutions to the fragments that Huang Liang Yimeng had seen before.

The old man struggled several times, but he still couldn't stop moving towards the remaining part of [Dragon Trap].

"hiss……"

"Shouldn't, shouldn't."

The old man was surprised, but he also felt joyful as if he had met his opponent. He said, "Let's play another game."

Immediately, while thinking about it, he restored the chess game on the chessboard to its original appearance, and smiled and invited Qi Wuhuo to play. When the young Taoist mentioned the white piece, he found that the old man was extremely serious when playing chess, and was constantly thinking about changes and ways to break the game. : "Old sir, I really like playing chess."

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

"Although my talent is average, I still love it."

"Speaking of which, little Taoist Priest, your cultivation seems to have become much more stable."

"Well, I have some understanding."

"Haha, the little Taoist priest is so humble. Your vitality is so stable, you are not a little enlightened."

The two were playing chess and talking.

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "However, when practicing, you should not just study in one place without coming out. This is what the seniors told me when I was in the Donghai ancestral home. Now that it’s done, you should read extensively about astronomy, geography, and human affairs, and mix them up, and then you will feel that everything is in the Tao, but each has its own style."

"[In the process of making changes in body cognition, humble your body and mind. Or you can calmly play the piano and cultivate your true nature]."

"[Purify the violent energy and turn it into a gentle atmosphere]."

Qi Wuhuo mentioned the chess pieces and said thoughtfully: "Play the piano quietly to cultivate your true nature."

Recalling the feeling when he played the piano, he said: "That's it."

"Been taught a lesson."

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

The young Taoist thought about it and said, "If I keep my hand, the old gentleman will not be happy, right?"

So the old man laughed even more.

It was a disastrous defeat.

Laughing turned into coughing.

The old man shook his head helplessly, picked up the chess pieces and reset the chess game. Qi Wuhuo said:

"Is it chess that the old gentleman chose to relieve the irritability in his heart?"

The old man smiled and said: "I dabble in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"It's just that the person who played the piano back then was a meticulous old gentleman, and the chess imperial edict in the chess library was a very beautiful girl."

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

The chess pieces in the old man's hands slowly hit the chessboard, making a quiet tinkling sound:

"When she was studying the chess game in the summer, she would wear a green robe and a hunting suit and sit on the tree and watch her; in the spring, she would take her on an outing. No matter how bad the chess game was, she would also play chess together."

"I still remember that one day we were playing chess together. It was getting darker at night. She was wearing a red satin cloak and quietly watching the remaining parts of the chess game. It was snowing outside the window. Everything was quiet in the sky and on the ground. She could only hear the sound of the chess game. The sound of chess, the chess pieces falling on the chessboard, the candles and candles nearby flickered, and the lights fell."

The old man's voice was gentle when he was making moves.

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

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

Qi Wuhu 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 made a move, as if he had not thought of it, and was at a loss for a moment.

The old man said gently: "Don't feel sad. Life and death are things that we cultivators will eventually encounter. Even if we are fellow cultivators, we will have different levels. What's more, she is not a cultivator. Panacea can prolong life, but the soul and spirit have their limits.”

"These things will eventually happen..."

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

"If you are worried that something like this will happen to you, the little Taoist priest might as well plant a tree now."

"Plant a tree?"

"Um."

The old man raised his eyes and said, "Yes, I planted a tree when I was young this year. Gradually the old friends were scattered, but this tree grew bigger and bigger. It was like after all the years, there was finally one. Rulers and records, following the memory, you can also see old friends in the memories. Maybe you don't think so, little Taoist priest, or maybe you won't miss me as much as I do in the future."

"Let's just listen to this old man talk about my own thoughts."

"When we come to this world, we have to leave something behind."

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

"This tree is my journey."

"When I see it, it's like seeing me."

"My state of mind will remain the same."

The young man chewed this sentence and knew that this sentence was the old man's realization. When the wind blew, he raised his head and saw the big green tree behind the old man. It was prosperous and tall. As long as it is in this city, Inside, standing at a high place, you can definitely see this old tree. When the wind blows by, the leaves rustle, and the white hair hanging down from the temples of the old man is slightly brushed, but there is also a vague calmness.

Seeing this tree is like seeing my practice.

Qi Wuhuo was thoughtful.

There happened to be a branch stuck diagonally on his waist.

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

He dropped the chess piece.

[Dragon Trap] is over.

Just a few more steps and his dragon would be beheaded.

Qi Wuhuo said gently: "This is because I have read the fragments of the chess score. Let me write down the fragments for you."

He memorized the chess score and showed it to the old man. The old man listened with interest, sometimes stroking his hands and saying:

"So this is the solution."

"Ha, it is indeed wonderful. Let me think about it. Next time I play this game with you, I will definitely not lose again. Today I lost a dozen times in one breath, and I got the chess record again, but this money I didn't bring enough. If you don't mind, I'll give this to you..." The old man put his hand into his sleeve and took out something and handed it to the young Taoist.

"I see that although your foundation is solid, you have not yet learned the methods of cloud and mist."

"This is a combination of the art of Rongqi and Yunwu. Practicing it can lead to magical powers and help the vitality rise."

The young Taoist was surprised: "This is too heavy."

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

"She will also like some..."

The young Taoist took the old man's manuscript.

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

"A poor Taoist, Qi Wuzhuo."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I'm Ao Liu."

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

The young Taoist said goodbye and stood up to leave. The world of mortals was like running water. The child who had taken three big coins bought a candied haws and ran home. People at home asked him where he got the money. When he was there, the child said that there was an old man playing chess with him under that old tree.

Then the old man at home also laughed: "That old tree."

"Speaking of which, there's always someone there."

"My grandpa was there when he was a kid. He played a game of chess with an old gentleman there. He lost that time, but he also got three big coins..."

"Ah, alas, grandpa, have you seen it too?"

"Yeah, what else did you see today?"

"I saw a Taoist brother playing chess with the old gentleman!"

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

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

"The chess pieces knock leaves off the chessboard."

The child's face was full of imagination, which made everyone laugh. The candle lights fell, and through the windows, bursts of warmth came, and the lights were lit little by little. The old man under the trees studied the chess game, raised his head, and looked at this Zhongzhou capital city. Every night, it was still as prosperous as before, and it always reminded him of the girl who wore a white collar, had light eyes, and rarely 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 smiled gently and lonelyly.

"Ah, that's great..."

"I'm about to solve the chess game."

"I met a very interesting child, with extremely high talent and understanding."

"He's a little Taoist priest. Weren't you and I the same age when we met?"

"When I met you, who would he meet? And if more than a hundred years later, he would also have white hair, play chess and look at the world, what kind of young man and what kind of person would he see? So Ah, this world of mortals is so interesting, I can’t bear to leave it.”

He cleared up the chess game and walked step by step to the stone bridge. The running water reflected the lights. Someone put lanterns and lotus lanterns floating on the river. The old man looked at this scene gently. In the end, he just shook his head, lowered his eyes and smiled gently. Step by step, he walked into the crowd and murmured:

"There are thousands of willows in the Qingjiang River, and the old Banqiao five hundred years ago."

"Farewell to the beautiful woman on the bridge."

"I hate that there is no news so far..."

Walking into the mortal world, like water dripping into a river, there is no trace again.

PS:

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

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