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Not long after, Dan Qingsheng hurriedly walked into the room, pulling a very tall and thin old man in black. The old man's steps were a little passive, but he didn't struggle too much. Dan Qingsheng said with an anxious and expectant look on his face, "Second brother, I need your help this time no matter what."

Yi Huawei looked towards the old man and saw that he had handsome features, but his face was pale, his lips were slightly pursed, and his facial muscles were almost motionless. His demeanor and temperament were like that of a zombie. When one saw him, one would feel a chill in one's heart for no reason, and a chill would rise faintly up one's spine.

Dan Qingsheng then introduced the two of them. It turned out that the old man was the second owner of Meizhuang, Hei Baizi. Yi Huawei looked at him carefully and saw that his hair was extremely black, shiny black, while his skin was extremely white, a little strange. It was indeed a clear distinction between black and white, forming a sharp contrast.

Heibaizi glanced at Dan Qingsheng coldly, his tone flat with a hint of impatience, and asked, "How can I help you?" The voice was low and indifferent, as if without a trace of emotion.

Dan Qingsheng put on a smile and said, "Please show me your skills in turning water into ice for these two good friends of mine." As he spoke, he pointed at Wentian and Yi Huawei.

Heibaizi rolled his pair of strange eyes with distinct black and white, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "It's just a trifle, not worth mentioning. It's not worth being laughed at by the experts." After that, he raised his chin slightly and looked away.

Dan Qingsheng said, "Second brother, to be honest with you, Brother Yi said that Turpan wine tastes more interesting when it is chilled. Where can we find ice in this hot day?" There was a hint of helplessness and pleading in his tone.

Heibaizi said: "This wine is extremely fragrant, why do we need to chill it?" He frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand the practice of chilling it.

Yi Huawei said: "Turpan is a very hot place..." Dan Qingsheng quickly replied: "Yes, it's very hot!" As he spoke, he fanned his face with his hands, as if he really felt the scorching heat of Turpan.

Yi Huawei continued, "Although the grapes produced there are good, they are somewhat hot."

Dan Qingsheng agreed, "Yes, that's natural." He nodded continuously, with an expression of deep agreement on his face.

Yi Huawei said: "The heat was brought into the wine. Although it has been greatly reduced after a hundred years, it is still difficult to avoid a slight spicy taste."

Dan Qingsheng slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, that's right! If you hadn't told me, I would have thought that the fire was too strong when I was steaming the wine, and I wrongly blamed the imperial chef." A look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

Yi Huawei raised his eyebrows, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and asked, "What imperial chef?"

Dan Qingsheng smiled and said, "I was afraid that the temperature would be wrong when steaming the wine and these ten barrels of good wine would be wasted. So I went to the Beijing Palace and captured the emperor's chef to make the fire to steam the wine." When he said this, there was a smug look on his face, as if he had done something great.

Hei Baizi shook his head slightly, his mouth corners slightly turned down, and said, "You're really making a fuss out of nothing." There was a hint of dissatisfaction and sarcasm in his tone.

Xiang Wentian said, "I see. If it is an ordinary hero, it would not be a problem if the wine has a more spicy taste. But the Second and Fourth Masters live in seclusion by the beautiful West Lake. They are so noble and very different from the rough men in the martial arts world. Once the wine is chilled and its heat is removed, it will match the status of the two masters. It's like playing chess. Fighting and killing is the ninth-rate chess. The first or second-rate chess players are immersed in meditation..." As he spoke, he nodded slightly, with a hint of admiration and appreciation in his eyes.

Heibaizi rolled his eyes strangely, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He grabbed his shoulders, exerted a little force with his fingers, and asked anxiously: "You can play chess too?" There was a hint of eagerness and expectation in his voice.

Xiang Wentian said: "I love playing chess the most in my life, but unfortunately my chess skills are not very good, so I traveled all over the country, searching for chess manuals. Over the past thirty years, I have memorized quite a few famous games from ancient times to the present." He raised his head slightly, with a hint of pride on his face.

Hei Baizi asked hurriedly, "What famous games do you remember?" He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Xiang Wentian, afraid of missing a word.

Xiang Wentian said: "For example, the chess game that Wang Zhi saw when he met the fairy at Lan Ke Mountain, the chess game that Liu Zhongfu played against the fairy at Li Mountain, and the game between Wang Jixin and the fox fairy mother-in-law and daughter-in-law..."

Before he finished speaking, Heibaizi shook his head repeatedly, a trace of disappointment and disdain on his face, and said: "How can you believe these myths? Where are the real chess manuals?" As he spoke, he let go of his shoulders and leaned back slightly.

Xiang Wentian said: "At first I also thought that this was a story made up by gossipers, but twenty-five years ago I saw the chess game diagram between Liu Zhongfu and the Fairy of Mount Li. Every move was so brilliant and witty that it was beyond the reach of ordinary people. That's why I became completely devoted to it and believe that it is true. Do you, senior, also like this?" He frowned slightly, with a hint of sincerity and expectation in his eyes.

Dan Qingsheng laughed heartily, and his big beard fluttered with his laughter. Xiang Wentian asked, "Why are you laughing, senior?" Dan Qingsheng said, "You asked me if my second brother likes to play chess? Hahaha, my second brother's Taoist name is Black and White Pieces, do you think he likes to play chess? My second brother loves chess as much as I love wine." As he spoke, he pointed at Black and White Pieces, then at himself, with a teasing smile on his face.

Xiang Wentian said: "I am talking nonsense. I am really showing off my skills in front of an expert. Please don't blame me, Second Master." He clasped his fists slightly, with an apologetic look on his face.

Heibaizi said, "Have you really seen the diagram of the game between Liu Zhongfu and the Fairy of Mount Li? I have seen this record in the notes of the predecessors, which said that Liu Zhongfu was a national master at that time, but was defeated by an old country woman at the foot of Mount Li. He vomited several liters of blood immediately, and this game of chess was called 'The Vomiting Blood Chart'. Is there really such a game as 'The Vomiting Blood Chart' in the world?" Hope and curiosity rekindled in his eyes, and his body leaned forward slightly again.

When he came into the room, his expression was indifferent, but now he was very eager, staring at Xiang Wentian closely, as if he wanted to see the answer from his face.

Xiang Wentian said, "I saw this game 25 years ago in an old house of an aristocratic family in Chengdu, Sichuan. This game was so thrilling that even though 25 years have passed, I can still remember all 112 moves." He nodded slightly, with a hint of confidence and determination in his eyes.

Black and White said, "A total of one hundred and twelve moves? Put them in front of me and see. Come, let's set up the game in my chess room." As he spoke, he turned and walked out the door in a hurry.

Dan Qingsheng stretched out his hand to stop him, with a hint of dissatisfaction and helplessness on his face, and said: "Wait! Second brother, if you don't make ice for me, I won't let you go no matter what you say." As he said that, he held up a white porcelain basin filled with clear water.

Heibaizi sighed slightly and said, "Four brothers each have their own obsessions, there's nothing we can do about it." There was a hint of helplessness and indulgence in his tone.

As he spoke, he extended his right index finger and slowly inserted it into the porcelain basin. His fingers were white and slender. As soon as his fingertips touched the water, a wisp of white mist floated on the water surface. The white mist rose up. Not long after, a layer of white frost appeared on the edge of the porcelain basin. The white frost was as fine as snowflakes. It formed thin sheets of ice on the water surface. The ice became thicker and thicker. In just a cup of tea, the clear water in the porcelain basin turned into cold ice.

"Good Kung Fu!" Xiang Wentian and Yi Huawei both cheered loudly, with surprise and admiration in their voices.

Xiang Wentian said: "I heard that this 'Black Wind Finger' skill has been lost in the martial arts world for a long time, but it turns out that the second village owner..."

Dan Qingsheng said quickly: "This is not the 'Black Wind Finger', it's called the 'Xuantian Finger', and it is quite different from the 'Black Wind Finger' in terms of its domineering skills." As he spoke, he shook his head with a smug look on his face, as if he was showing off his knowledge.

As he spoke, he placed four wine glasses on ice and poured wine into them. Soon, wisps of white steam appeared on the surface of the wine. Yi Huawei nodded and said, "That's it!"

Dan Qingsheng picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. He felt that the wine was thick and mellow, without any strange smell. There was also a sense of coolness that went straight to his heart and refreshed his mind. He praised loudly, "Wonderful! My wine is well brewed, brother Yi tasted it well, and second brother's ice was well made. What about you?" As he spoke, he smiled at Xiang Wentian, "You are a good partner." There was a smile on his face and a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Heibaizi drank the wine casually. His mind was obviously not on the wine, nor did he care whether it tasted good or bad. He pulled Xiang Wentian's hand, exerted a little force with his fingers, and said, "Go, go! Show me Liu Zhongfu's "Hematemesis Chart." His tone was anxious and unquestionable.

Xiang Wentian tugged at Yi Huawei's sleeve slightly, and Yi Huawei understood and said, "I'll go take a look too."

Dan Qingsheng said, "What's so good about that? Why don't you and I drink here?" He frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

Yi Huawei said, "Let's drink and watch chess at the same time." Then he followed Heibaizi and Xiang Wentian.

Dan Qingsheng had no choice but to carry the big wine barrel into the chess room.

I saw a large room, empty except for a stone table and two soft chairs. There was nothing in it, it looked very spacious. On the stone table were 19 clear and regular chess paths, with a box of black pieces and a box of white pieces placed opposite. There was nothing in the chess room except a few chairs and chess pieces, probably to avoid distracting the players.

Xiang Wentian walked to the stone table and placed the pieces at the four corners of the chessboard, "flat, up, down, and in" with steady and skillful movements. He then placed a white piece on the "flat" 63rd road, then a black piece on the 93rd road, a white piece on the 65th road, and a black piece on the 95th road. He kept placing pieces in this way, gradually releasing them slowly as the game unfolded.

The black and white sides fought fiercely from the beginning, with no one left to play. The situation was so tense that one could almost hear the sound of chess pieces colliding. The black and white chess player could only see sweat dripping down his forehead, beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the stone table.

Yi Huawei was secretly puzzled. He had just seen him use the "Xuantian Finger" to turn water into ice. That required such a high level of internal strength. Yet, he didn't care at all at that time. Playing chess was just a minor skill, yet he was sweating profusely just watching it. It was obvious that he was too concerned and was confused. This man loved chess like crazy, and Xiang Wentian probably took advantage of his weakness to attack him.

When Heibaizi saw that Xiang Wentian made the 66th move and did not put down the next chess piece for a long time, he tapped his fingers lightly on the chessboard, making a rhythmic sound. He could not help but asked, "What's the next step?" There was a hint of anxiety and anticipation in his voice.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "This is the key point. According to the second master's opinion, what should we do?" He raised his head slightly, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.

The black and white piece thought hard for a long time, frowned, and murmured: "This piece? It's not right to break, and it's not right to connect. I can't rush out, and I can't make it work. This... this... this..." He picked up a white piece in his hand and tapped it lightly on the stone table. Even after a meal, this piece could not be put into the chess game.

By this time, Dan Qingsheng and Yi Huawei had each drunk 17 or 18 glasses of fine wine. Dan Qingsheng's face was flushed, and his eyes were a little drunken, but Yi Huawei remained sober and focused on the chess game.

Seeing that Heibaizi's face was getting greener and greener and his expression was getting more and more nervous, Dan Qingsheng said, "Brother Tong, this is the 'Scenes of Vomiting Blood'. Do you really want my second brother to vomit blood thinking about it? What's the next step? Just tell me quickly." There was a hint of dissatisfaction and urging in his tone.

Xiang Wentian said: "Okay! The 67th piece will be placed here." So he placed a piece on the 74th road in the "upper part". His actions were decisive and confident.

The black and white pieces slapped heavily on his thigh with a crisp sound, and he shouted, "Good, this move is really a brilliant one here." There was a look of surprise on his face and his eyes were full of admiration.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "Liu Zhongfu's move is naturally brilliant, but it is only a brilliant move by a top player in the world. It is far inferior to the magical move of the Immortal Lady of Mount Li." He shook his head slightly, with a hint of regret on his face.

Heibaizi asked hurriedly: "What about the immortal from Mount Li?" He leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of curiosity and desire.

Xiang Wentian said: "Second Master, you might as well think about it." He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Black and White thought for a long time, his fingers constantly gesturing on the chessboard, but he always felt that he was defeated and it was difficult to turn the tables. He shook his head and said, "Even if it is a move by an immortal, how could mortals like us figure it out? Brother Tong, there is no need to keep us in suspense." There was a hint of helplessness and pleading in his tone.

Xiang Wentian smiled and said, "This is such a brilliant move, only a god could think of it." He raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, as if recalling the magical chess game.

Heibaizi was a good chess player and was also good at guessing his opponent's intentions. Seeing that Xiang Wentian didn't tell him about the game of chess straightforwardly, he felt itchy and thought that he must have some request, so he said, "Brother Tong, if you tell me about this game of chess, I won't listen to you in vain." He frowned slightly, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Xiang Wentian raised his head and laughed heartily, saying, "Brother Yi and I have no requests for anything from the four manor masters. The second manor master's words must have made us laugh." He clasped his fists slightly, with a sincere expression on his face.

Hei Baizi bowed deeply, leaned forward slightly, and said, "I apologize for my words. Thank you here." He returned the greeting to Xiang Wentian and Yi Huawei.

Xiang Wentian said, "The two of us came to Mei Manor to make a bet with the four owners." A hint of determination and confidence flashed in his eyes.

Heibaizi and Danqingsheng asked in unison: "Let's make a bet? What bet?" Their eyes were full of curiosity and anticipation.

Xiang Wentian said: "I bet no one in Meizhuang can beat Brother Yi in swordsmanship." As he spoke, he pointed at Yi Huawei with a hint of trust in his eyes.

Heibaizi and Danqingsheng turned to look at Yi Huawei. Heibaizi looked indifferent, with no emotion in his eyes, and he didn't comment. Danqingsheng laughed loudly, his laughter echoing in the room, and said, "What bet?"

Xiang Wentian said, "If we lose, this painting will be given to the fourth village master." He took off the bag on his back and opened it. There were two scrolls inside. He opened one scroll and found a very old painting. In the upper right corner was a cross with "Traveling in the Mountains and Rivers by Fan Zhongli of the Northern Song Dynasty". A mountain rose into the sky, with thick ink and majestic momentum.

Dan Qingsheng shouted, "Oh!" His gaze was fixed on the painting, his eyes wide open, unable to move away. After a long time, he said, "This is an authentic work of Fan Kuan of the Northern Song Dynasty. You...you...where did you get it from?" There was surprise and confusion in his voice.

(End of this chapter)