bastard seizes tang

Chapter 6 Scribes and Taoists

It is a pity for Concubine Yang that Taoist Qiyun traveled to Zhongnan Mountain, but Li Ke is happy to see it come true.

In Li Ke's view, if Taoist Qiyun is just a figurehead, seeing and seeing are the same, and there is no pity, but if this Taoist Qiyun is really a master of the world, with the ability to reach the sky, he is not the real deal Li Ke, if someone sees the clues, wouldn't he be committing suicide?So for Li Ke, Daoist Qiyun going out to travel in the clouds is exactly what he wants.

However, although Daoist Qiyun was not in the temple, but Concubine Yang's identity was here after all, so Xuandu Temple couldn't be neglected. The supervisor of Xuandu Temple came forward and invited Concubine Yang to drink tea in the inner hall and lecture on Taoism classics.

Most of the Dao Zang's three thousand are obscure and difficult to understand. Except for Li Ke who knows some of the Tao Te Ching, most of the others have never even heard their names.

Li Ke knew very little about these mysterious Taoist classics, and lacked interest, so naturally he couldn't stay any longer, but he drank two cups of fragrant tea with Concubine Yang, and after listening for a while, he excused his chest tightness in the room and stayed under the watchful eye of Ping'er. Backyard wandering.

The scenery in Xuandu is wonderful, and the peach blossoms in early spring are famous in Chang'an, but now it's autumn, the season is wrong, Li Ke has no chance with this garden full of peach blossoms.

However, although Li Ke can't see peach blossoms at this time, Xuandu Temple covers an area of ​​[-] mu, and the scenery is different in four seasons, even in late autumn, it has its own unique charm.

The layout of the back garden of Xuandu Guan is exquisite and the scenery is secluded. Li Ke asked the Taoist boy who was hosting the guests, and then walked to the back garden with Ping'er.

The back garden of Xuandu Temple is mostly a place for Taoist priests to practice, ordinary people are not allowed to enter, but Li Ke is a distinguished guest, so naturally no one will obstruct it.

When Li Ke entered the back garden, he chose to walk on the quiet path with few people. Obviously, compared with those mysterious and profound Taoist scriptures, the autumn scenery of the garden is more in line with Li Ke's heart.

Li Ke walked slowly along the path, following the timely blooming autumn chrysanthemums on both sides, and unknowingly, he came to a wooden pavilion.

This wooden pavilion is built along the water, surrounded by pine and bamboo plants, the color is dark green, even in the cold weather, it is also a lush area, not desolate at all.

"There is such a view here, but it does not fall into the reputation of Xuandu Temple." Li Ke looked at the wooden pavilion by the water and said with a smile.

Ping'er was by Li Ke's side, looking at Li Ke's slightly wet temples, whether it was wet from dew or sweat, she hurriedly asked with concern: "Xiao Lang has been walking for so long, but why is it so wet?" Want to come to this pavilion to rest for a while?"

When Li Ke came, he sat in the carriage for a long time, and just now he walked for a long time. When asked by Ping'er, Li Ke also felt that his calves were a little sore, and immediately agreed: "That's fine, we won't be out for a while. Go to this pavilion to rest for a while and then turn back, lest Aniang send someone to look for it."

After finishing speaking, he walked along the path to the wooden pavilion first.

The wooden pavilion is hidden among the pines and bamboos. When Li Ke first saw it, he could only vaguely see a corner of the wooden pavilion, which was not real. When Li Ke approached the pavilion, he realized that there were already other people in the pavilion.

At this time, there was a stone table with Go in the pavilion, and there were two people sitting in front of and behind the stone table, one of them looked like a literati, but about thirty, with a thin and handsome face, wearing a black robe, and his eyes were calm, like an abyss The other person is nearly fifty years old, with a thin figure, wearing a dark green Taoist robe, and occasionally a trace of star-like whiteness in his dark gray beard, but his eyes exude a spirit that does not match his age.

A scribe, a Taoist priest, sitting across a stone table in this secluded small pavilion, conflicting, but with a different kind of harmony.

Li Ke is also a good chess player, and he usually plays two games with his friends. Although he can't be regarded as a master of this game, he knows a thing or two. Li Ke looked at the two people in front of him, and suddenly became interested.

Li Ke slowed down his pace, walked gently to the stone table, stood and sat down between the two, and watched the chess game between the two.

Li Ke came earlier, and the two of them were not much earlier than Li Ke. There were only seven or eight characters on the chessboard, and it was obvious that they had just sat down for a while.

Li Ke suddenly appeared next to the two of them, but they were not moved at all. Their eyes were still fixed on the chessboard, as if they hadn't seen Li Ke at all. Concentration is excellent.

Li Ke quietly looked at the two people in the pavilion, the Taoist priest held the white stones and went first, the scholar held the black stones and moved behind, the two of them were obviously quite immersed in the way of chess, their chess strength was extremely stable, and it was difficult to distinguish the top twenty pieces. However, as time slowly passed, after a stick of incense, Li Ke gradually saw some clues.

In this chess game, on the surface, although black and white seem to be at a stalemate, neither side is at a disadvantage, but in fact, white has gradually fallen into the trap set by black, and the situation is difficult.

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, Li Ke calculated the time by himself, so he whispered to Ping'er who was standing behind him: "It's getting late, Aniang is probably waiting in the temple, let's go back quickly."

After finishing speaking, Li Ke dusted off his robe, got up and was about to leave.

Li Ke just got up, and before Li Ke could walk out of the pavilion, the Taoist priest who was playing chess in the pavilion suddenly put down the chess piece in his hand, and asked: "This game is not over yet, don't you feel it's a pity to leave, young master?"

Li Ke and the two people in the pavilion were strangers to each other, but he didn't expect the Taoist to ask such a question suddenly, he was slightly taken aback, and then replied: "The victory and defeat have been decided, so there is no need to look at this chess again."

The Taoist obviously didn't see the mystery of the chess game, and he was still puzzled when he heard Li Ke's words.

The Taoist looked down at the chess game, and asked: "This chess is very anxious, and it is difficult to decide whether to win or lose. How can we tell the winner?"

Although Li Ke is taller than his peers, he is still young after all. To this Taoist priest, he is still a child. Even if he is good at chess at such a young age, his chess skills should be limited, and how deep can he see the game?

After hearing what the Taoist said, Li Ke looked back at the chess game, pointed to the center of the chessboard and said: "The way of square and circle, the mystery is in the belly, the white pieces have been pierced, and the black pieces have hidden the potential to slaughter dragons, but you are still filthy in the corners. If you don't know how to adapt, if you fight for this son and half son, you will lose the game."

As soon as Li Kezhi's words came out, the scribe who was sitting quietly at the side opened his eyes suddenly, with a trace of unspeakable surprise in his eyes.

Originally, when he heard Li Ke's statement that the victory and defeat had been decided, he thought he was young and lying, but when he said such a thing, he knew that Li Ke really understood his layout.

"Young Master, you have such chess prowess at such a young age. It can be said that he is a child of heaven, but I don't know which family he is from." Hearing Li Ke's explanation, the man with the appearance of a scribe only thought that he was also a child of some powerful family, so he couldn't help getting up. asked.

No matter how strong this scribe is at chess, how could he guess Li Ke's true identity.

Li Ke came from a later generation, and he was good at chess. Although his own chess skills were ordinary, he had watched countless famous games played by masters, and he had a lot of experience. How could he fail to see the layout of scribes.

Hearing this, Li Ke cupped his hands, and said humbly: "The authorities are obsessed with the onlookers. The kid just has the advantage of the place, and he is not a great chess player. The master is the real big player. If the boy has a chance, he will ask him for advice some other time."

(End of this chapter)