The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 172, Chess
My name is Zhang Feng, I am 20 years old, and I am a refugee from an Internet cafe.

Day after day, I was doing daily closing.

The end of the day is a day of work and a day of play. The daily meal is steamed buns, lunch bags, and a bottle of water. It is a happy day.

When do the daily closing of the factory, if you add some meal supplements, then you can go to the Shaxian Hotel to have a good meal, and the chicken legs and rice will go away.

The life is still moist - yes, it is moist.

Perhaps many people find it unbelievable, why does he still feel that he is alive after being like this?
This is already the lowest, living standard.

Whenever someone asks Zhang Feng, for example, the owner of the Kehui Internet Cafe asks him why a young man with sound limbs wants to be an Internet cafe refugee?
Although he contributed the internet fee to him, the boss said that he still didn't want such a young child to sink into the internet cafe and be unable to extricate himself.

At this time, Zhang Feng just paused and said.

"Boss, you are a good man."

"But compared to the status quo, I would rather not go back to the old days."

Zhang Feng continued to live in the Internet cafe, living day after day, meal after meal.

Then one day, someone recognized him in an Internet cafe.

Zhang Feng?Isn't this the very popular Go boy at that time?The parents also wrote a book about the chicken baby's experience.

At that time, when many parents read this book, they used this method to motivate their children, and it was regarded as the bible in the education field.

Zhang Feng quickly covered his face, and quickly said no, he is not some kind of genius Go boy.

The other party also quickly said that he had identified the wrong person - after all, the king of scrolls back then, he should be somewhere glamorous now, not here.

Zhang Feng also hurriedly smiled apologetically, then got off the plane silently, packed his clothes and saluted, and prepared to go to the next city, the next city where no one knew him.

"Go boy?" Zhang Feng laughed at himself and said, "It's just a waste whose life has been ruined."

Indeed, the Go boy was talking about him, and his parents did cultivate his Go skills from the moment he walked.

Before the age of 8, he was indeed glorious, with numerous awards.

However, the result is that he can do nothing but play Go.

After he was 8 years old, his parents took him to visit a famous teacher with a boy named Ke Jie.

As a result, Ke Jie was admitted as a student successfully, but he was considered to have no talent, so he was not admitted. In fact, what the teacher said was right, Zhang Feng was indeed not a Go material.

Before the age of eight, relying on the proficiency fed out, he was able to barely fight, but the bigger the advantage, the less obvious he was, and he could only become an amateur chess player in the end.

The parents didn't want their child to become an 'amateur', so they forced him to practice chess even harder. 8 hours a day failed to make 10 hours a day. Finally, one day, Zhang Feng couldn't bear it anymore. He broke down and degenerated. He ran away The family has become the source of the Internet cafe god, and now Zhang Feng's parents don't know where he is.

He played computer like crazy, as if he wanted to regain the lost time by playing games and surfing the Internet.

In fact, the reason why Zhang Feng himself avoids people who recognize him is because he is afraid that his parents will find him again, that's all, not because he is afraid of embarrassment.

"Hey, where should I go in the next city? Let's go to Guancheng. It seems to be okay. The Internet cafe has a good atmosphere."

Afterwards, Zhang Feng found an Internet cafe to surf the Internet, and as usual, occasionally, he would browse the Go website and Go forum.

Whether he likes it or not, Go is his only thing that can make others recognize him.

Zhang Feng saw a post.

The post said, play chess with him.

Winner, take everything, loser, lose everything.

When he saw this post, he couldn't move his eyes away.

"Maybe, this is human beings."

Zhang Feng, so self-deprecating.

Li Wei was lying on the bluestone at the door, with the sun shining on his face, everything slowed down.

This is Li Wei's favorite rhythm of life, everything becomes soothing and leisurely.

Wearing sunglasses, a glass of cold cola, and then served with tofu flower, some salt-baked peanuts, scratching the day.

After returning, Li Wei asked Wang Haiqiang if there were any strange things happening around here recently.

Wang Haiqiang said that at present, there are some, but most of them have been perfectly solved by the ninth division.

Now the ninth department is already a little bit on the right track, and the inside is expanding and developing. This response department secretly established by the state is regulating at a rapid speed.

Then Li Wei said, okay.

Hang up.

Li Wei, on the other hand, continued to be leisurely and happy.

Looking at his slowly growing incense and power of will, Li Wei is not in a hurry, and everything will be fine as it is.

While Li Wei was busy practicing on the mountain, someone came up to visit him.

Unexpectedly, the person who came was Ling Xuzi.

What Li Wei didn't expect was that Ling Xuzi who came up the mountain was not wearing a Taoist robe, but a suit and leather shoes, but his hair still kept the feathers of a Taoist.

His figure is also thinner than before, and a lot stronger, obviously after exercise.

In addition to the exercise of Taoism, there is also physical exercise. Li Wei secretly admired the correctness of this path.

Without a strong body, how can we control the majestic spirit?

So even if a salty fish is like Li Wei, in addition to practice, there is also necessary exercise every day. Although the effect of exercise is minimal, it can't be left behind. You have to develop a good habit, which is the greatest significance of exercise.

"Shangxianren." Ling Xuzi bowed his hands respectfully, he thought it would take a lot of effort to come to the fairy cave.

"Sit down." Li Wei called Ling Xuzi to sit down, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, Fellow Daoist?"

"The boy gave this to you."

It was a small wooden box. Li Wei opened it and saw that it was an ancient relic.

It looks like a bronze mirror.

"Oh thank you."

Li Wei remembered that since the last time he used the antiques to escape into a dream, he consciously asked the ninth subject to bring some antiques by the way.

It doesn't need to be expensive, as long as it is something from the old era, it doesn't need to be an important antique, what is important is that it belongs to the past era.

"This is from the Eastern Han Dynasty." Ling Xuzi also apologized: "I'm sorry it took so long to bring it, after all we also have to review it."

Most of these antiquities have been identified as national property, and the Ninth Division needs to go through a set of procedures if they want to call them.

Li Wei smiled slightly to express his understanding.

Then they chatted.

About practice, about the present, the past, and the future.

(End of this chapter)