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Chapter 500: The Martial Arts Fanatic
In recent years, a strange old man has appeared on the streets of Hangzhou. Every three days, he sets up a chessboard on the street, puts down five taels of silver, and plays chess with others.

The rules are very simple. You only need to put down one or two taels of silver to play a game with him.

If the guest wins, he takes five taels of silver.

If the guest lost, he would leave one or two taels of silver.

The five-fold profit attracted many chess friends to join the game.

But in two whole years and 1,999 games, the old man never lost a single game.

From then on, the name of Yuhang Chess Master spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River.

What is strange about the chess master is not only his superb chess skills, but also his behavior.

He only carried two things with him, one was a chessboard, and the other was a painting by Ou Zanghua, "A Gift to Huang Zhonggong from West Lake".

He won more than one thousand taels of silver in the past two years, but he only drank the cheapest liquor, ate the cheapest noodles, and lived in the simplest house.

When asked why, he would only answer with two words: "Saving money!"

What to save money for?
No one knows.

Today, the chess master set up the chess board on the street corner again, waiting for someone to come.

However, due to his incredible record, few people in Hangzhou dare to play chess with him now. Only those outsiders who have just arrived and have not yet appreciated his profound chess skills will sit down and challenge him without knowing their own strength.

But today the situation seemed a little different. Before long, a middle-aged wealthy businessman sat down opposite the chess master and placed a silver ingot on the table.

"My rule is one tael of silver." The chess master took a look and said indifferently.

"I know, so I'm not here to play chess." The rich businessman looked at the scroll carefully collected by the old man, smiled and said, "Here are ten taels of silver. All I need is for you to answer the next question."

"You say." Qi Weng looked surprised and nodded.

"Is the work behind Qi Weng the authentic work of Ou Jingyu and Ou Shangshu?" the wealthy businessman asked with a smile.

"It is the original work of Lord Ou!"

The old man nodded, as if he was worried that the other party would not believe him, and added: "This was written by Lord Ou when he passed through Hangzhou on his way to participate in the imperial examination. On the same day, Lord Ou wrote The Legend of the White Snake in the West Lake Teahouse."

Upon hearing this, the wealthy businessman generously took out ten taels of silver from his sleeve and placed them on the table, asking, "Would you mind letting me appreciate it?"

"You don't believe me?" said the chess master with a slight frown.

The rich businessman smiled and explained: "I believe it, but I have never seen Ou Shangshu's calligraphy, so I want to open my eyes!"

Recently, Ou Zanghua has been the top figure in Jiangnan. Whether he is fighting or arresting people, he always makes a big fuss. Afterwards, he is both scolded and praised, which almost confuses the common people. Is he a good official or a bad official?
Public opinion changes every day, making it hard to predict.

Since it involved top stars, the conversation between the two naturally attracted a lot of onlookers. After listening to the rich businessman's plea, many people started to make a fuss, all wanting to see the words that both the emperor and Prince Ning had agreed to.

After thinking for a moment, the chess master took down the scroll and slowly opened it.

The wealthy businessman who had come with a mission smiled slightly, still thinking about how to brag about it, but after seeing the original, he was stunned.

Since he was able to collect calligraphy and paintings, his vision was naturally not bad, so everyone could see that this calligraphy was the key work in Ou Shangshu's calligraphy career that eliminated all dross and got rid of all the craftsmanship and reached a higher level.

Such works can be called rare treasures that can be encountered but not sought after.

"Mr. Qi, would you like to part with this work? You can name any price you like." The wealthy businessman looked at the old man excitedly and said.

"Do not sell!"

The old man looked at the calligraphy and painting with a look of nostalgia: "This calligraphy is the last thing my elder brother left in the world. I won't sell it no matter how much money you offer."

Who is his elder brother?
that's not important!

After a moment's hesitation, the wealthy businessman suggested, "Perhaps we can do this. Does Qi Weng have any collections that he likes? I am willing to exchange them with you. Whether it is a precious chess manual or other famous paintings and calligraphy, they can all be used as exchange options!"

But when Qi Weng heard this, his face changed, he put away the calligraphy scroll and said coldly: "No exchange! No sale!"

Then, ignoring the rich businessman's pleas, he put away the chessboard, got up and left.

The rich businessman wanted to entangle with him, but found that although the chess master looked old, his legs and feet were very flexible. In just a moment, he shook him off. The rich businessman stamped his feet in anger and had to ask others about the residence of the chess master, hoping to go to his house to ask for a calligraphy.

The chess master took the ten taels of silver given to him by the rich businessman and just made up two thousand taels.

He brought the banknotes and came to Plum Manor again. After knocking on the door, he said, "I have collected two thousand taels. Please keep your promise and sell Plum Manor to me."

The person standing opposite was none other than Tong Baixiong, the former famous leader of the Wind and Thunder Hall in the Sun and Moon Sect.

After coming out of Shaolin, Ren Yingying arranged for him to live out his remaining years here.

He looked at Hei Baizi, who had lost all his inner strength, and his eyes fell on the stack of silver bills tightly held in his hand. He couldn't help but sighed, with a bit of helplessness and emotion in his tone: "Why do you have to do this? I'm not stopping you from staying here."

Heibaizi's face was calm, and he said slowly: "This place was once the retreat of the four of us brothers. I want to buy it, just to prevent my eldest brother from having to beg for a piece of land to rest in peace from that cult."

"Oh, you are so righteous!"

Tong Baixiong accepted the silver note, handed the land deed to Hei Baizi, and said, "I will move out in two days."

“Mr. Tong can continue to live here.”

"Bullshit! I don't want to borrow land from you after I die." Tong Baixiong shook his head and refused decisively: "While I still have some ability now, I plan to go to Liaodong and give Saint Aunt a final hand."

"Then I wish Master Tong a safe journey!"

Heibaizi entered Meizhuang and looked at the familiar environment. He couldn't help but burst into tears, and the guilt was about to drown him.

If I hadn't been greedy, why would I have killed my eldest brother, caused my third and fourth brothers to leave and no longer acknowledge me as their second brother?
Seeing this, Tong Baixiong walked away alone, leaving Heibaizi to savor his sadness slowly.

At the same time, a fleet docked at the dock of Yingtian Prefecture. Wang Haoba hugged a tall and strong young man and walked off the boat, saying cheerfully: "Come on, brother will take you to see someone!"

The young man's eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "Is he a master?"

"That must be it!" Wang Haoba said with a smile, "He is a top-notch expert in the world!"

"really?"

The young man was doubtful. Previously, Brother Wang had boasted that Brother Wang was an invincible master on the water, but in the end, he was defeated by him within a hundred moves.

Wang Chenger, who was walking behind, smiled and said, "I'm not lying to you this time. If you can become his disciple, it will be a blessing you have cultivated for eight lifetimes."

Qian Zhongyi followed and said, "Let's go! There's a lot to do today, and Lao Ma is watching over the navy."

Wang Haoba and Wang Chenger both raised their eyebrows at Qian Zhongyi. They didn't expect that the general had turned bad!
When the group of four got onto the dock, they saw Xiang Danian. The two sides exchanged greetings again, and then, led by Xiang Danian, they walked up the river bank.

Xiang Danian couldn't help but look at the young man. He was tall and sturdy, more than eight feet tall, with long limbs. He was estimated to be taller than his own senior brother. His eyes were like a tiger, bright and sharp, yet revealing a bit of innocence. It was obvious that he was a good candidate for martial arts.

He couldn't help but ask, "I wonder who this young hero is?"

The young man clasped his hands together, smiled innocently, and said without any stage fright: "Hey, I'm Yu Dayou from Quanzhou, nice to meet you, Mr. Xiang."

"It turns out to be Mr. Yu." Xiang Danian smiled awkwardly and bowed in return. Anyway, he had never heard of this person, so he looked at Wang Haoba and others with some confusion.

"Hehe, Lord Xiang, this kid is very arrogant. We spent a lot of effort to lure him here from Quanzhou. Let him see the world."

Wang Haoba added with a smile: "He especially admires Lord Ou."

Xiang Danian understood immediately, and looking at the snickering Wang Chenger and Qian Zhongyi, he couldn't help but say, "You three are already old, yet you still tease a young junior like this!"

The three of them laughed even more happily. They firmly believed that Lord Ou would also like such a good seedling.

They walked and talked all the way until they arrived at the place. Xiang Da Nian decisively shouted: "Big Brother, there is a junior who wants to challenge you!"

Ou Zanghua, who was drinking tea with Wang Yangming, was stunned. What did his junior brother just say?

Yu Dayou followed the four people into the courtyard. The first thing that caught his eye was two people dressed as scholars sitting leisurely in the pavilion and sipping tea.

His eyes quickly fell on the younger scholar. Although they had never fought, Yu Dayou inexplicably had an intuition in his heart - this person must be the world's top master that Brother Wang mentioned!
He stepped forward, clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "I am Yu Dayou from Quanzhou, nice to meet you two gentlemen!"

(End of this chapter)