The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1424
Heart of Dragon Kingdom.

The hinterland of Kyoto.

Inside the red palace wall.

An old man is splashing ink.

An old man with an older face stood silently behind him, watching his strokes, and remained silent.

The thick black ink is slowly rendered on the white rice paper, forming a strong visual contrast effect.

It is not Kai style, running script, Wei style, and Xiaozhuan, which is loved by many calligraphers. The old man who manages every day seems to just write pens at will, but a unique momentum permeates from the gradually emerging fonts.

"Sacrificing one's life for one's country, sacrificing one's life for righteousness. It is better to be killed than to be perfect."

Black and white.

Black and white!

The old man picked up the pen, stood up straight, looked at his work, and said with a hearty smile: "Mr. He, I heard that some calligraphers nowadays can sell their calligraphy at auction for a high price. What do you think of me? Words, if you take them out, how much are they worth?"

The old man behind him responded with four simple words.

"Priceless treasure."

The old man in the orthodox Chinese tunic suit smiled even more. Then he put down the brush, turned around, glanced at the old man behind him, shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. He, when did you learn how people outside like to say things against your will? I don't know how much I weigh. So, I only dare to swipe when there is no one around, because I am afraid of causing trouble. people joke."

The old man said with emotion, and then, like treating a failed work, he rolled up a piece of calligraphy that was just written with ink and ink dry, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

From the beginning to the end, the old shadow behind him witnessed it with his own eyes, but remained motionless, neither expressing opinions nor stopping him.

After throwing the picture that would definitely set the highest price in history if it was put up for auction into the trash can, the old man who has been working here for almost six years walked to the chessboard.

"He Lao, let's play a game of chess."

The old man named He finally moved. He was not stiff and slow like ordinary sixty-year-olds, and he quickly walked to the side of the chessboard.

This is a game of chess.

And it is not made of precious materials, whether it is a chessboard or chess pieces, they are very ordinary.

The two old people sat down in the Chu River and Han circles.

"Mr. He, it's rare to muster up the courage to play chess with you. You have to let me order, at least don't let me lose too embarrassingly."

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit smiled and said, before he made a move, he seemed to feel that the chances of winning were slim, as if he didn't know that it was always a taboo for military strategists to be timid before fighting.

'He Lao' also smiled faintly, lowered his head and waved his head, and responded very unkindly: "The game of chess is like a game of war, and it is absolutely ruthless."

After being rejected, the old man was not angry, but laughed, and even pushed his sleeves aggressively.

"Mr. He, since I dare to invite you to play this game of chess, I'm really not sure. You have to be careful, don't let me, it won't be very good if you lose."

Regarding the provocation, He Lao remained silent and did not choose to fight back. He only raised his head after setting up the chess formation, and said politely.

"Please."

Perhaps because he knew the difference in chess strength and strength, the old man in the Chinese tunic suit was not polite. He was over sixty years old, but when he played chess, he forcibly created a demeanor of a general who swallowed thousands of miles.

"Snapped."

The wooden chess pieces fell heavily on the plate.

Cannon beware!

He Lao Zuo Ma leaped forward and responded calmly.

According to the rumors, the Wushuang national player can take one step and see ten steps away, but the old man in the tunic suit obviously does not have such a terrifying powerful chess strength. Although his momentum is strong, it cannot conceal the mediocrity of his chess strength. If you come here, you will soon show annoyance, but he has a rare quality, even if he sends the most important chess pieces to the opponent's mouth in vain, he will not mess around with the intention of regretting the chess.

Leaving aside whether the level of chess is evenly matched, his chess style is undoubtedly much stronger than that of Shen Manni's father.

Since he said something first, 'He Lao' was indeed not polite, as long as the other party sent a child over, he would accept it with a frank smile, without any mercy, and in just a few minutes, the other party lost half of his country.

"He Lao, you are too serious..."

Seeing that more than half of his soldiers and horses were damaged, the old man in the Chinese tunic suit grinned in pain, but he still had no intention of interceding. He was very individual, holding the lone horse, staring at the chessboard, he began to hesitate, and the time for thinking obviously began elongated.

'He Lao' also seemed unable to see his plan to delay the attack, so he didn't urge him loudly, he took a panoramic view of the chessboard that had been decided, and waited quietly.

"Snapped."

After thinking about it for nearly 2 minutes, the lonely horse stepped on the sun, crossed the middle boundary, and continued to move forward.

He Lao ignored the single horse who was not a threat, calmly laid out his plans, and made his moves silently.

Strangling to the middle of the game, because the old man in the Chinese tunic suit deliberately delayed the chess game that should have ended long ago, but this method of treating the symptoms, not the root cause, could not change the final outcome at all, it just delayed the victory and defeat That's all.

"Snapped."

Another cannon was ruthlessly knocked down, and the old man in the Chinese tunic suit seemed more mournful than heartbroken, turning a blind eye to it, insisting on going his own way, and continued to leap forward.

Double elephants, Zuo Shi, chess pieces defending the veteran were swallowed one after another, facing the opponent's double cannons, in desperation, the old man in the tunic had no choice but to move aside the veteran, and there was nothing in front of him to cover the chess pieces.

Mr. He was not frightened by favor or humiliation, his expression was calm, even though he was sure of winning, he did not show his face, he took every step, dispatched troops and horses, and perfected the net.

"Old He, you can't kill without nodding your head. Are you planning to eat up all my chess pieces, leaving me with only a bare commander?"

The old man in the tunic suit pretended not to be slow. At the same time, the car went straight across the Chu River, abandoning his old general.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be about to give up, Mr. He smiled lightly and said, "It's still too late to admit defeat."

"Admit defeat?"

The old man in the Chinese tunic looked at the veteran he was trapped in, and instead of sighing in desperation, he smiled triumphantly.

"Old He, it's still unknown who will win and who will lose."

Before he finished speaking, he lifted up the lone horse that the lone army had penetrated deep into, and landed heavily in the opponent's hinterland.

"General."

He Lao raised his eyelids slightly, and was about to respond, but he looked down at the chessboard, and his eyes changed slightly.

"Old He, I've accepted."

Bicycles are reflected from the side.

The exposed veteran has also become one of the deadly stumbling blocks.

The seemingly strong and powerful side fell into a situation with nowhere to go.

He Lao raised his head, but stopped talking.

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit who had developed a tacit understanding with him for many years understood by heart, seemed to know what he was going to say, and opened his mouth with a smile.

"Mr. He, let's have a word first, the action is set, and there will be no regrets."

(End of this chapter)