Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 316: Taking Xie Guan’s life, the Master’s real name!
The sun is setting.

The weather was gloomy and the light snow that had just fallen had stopped.

Su Yun and a group of servants got into the carriage in the cold wind.

"drive-"

Everyone in Bian Jing knew the Su family’s carriage.

Along the way, carriages and pedestrians all tactfully gave way, or stuck their heads out to take a look and then lowered their heads.

Unobstructed!

"U-"

"The young master is here!"

The carriage finally stopped in front of a magnificent mansion with a plaque hanging above the door.

The two big characters "Su Mansion" were written in a flamboyant style. It is said that this was written by the second master of the academy himself.

The gatekeeper at the entrance of the mansion hurried forward to greet them.

Su Yun and Chen Jiuyan took two different cars, and there was a distinction between men and women as per etiquette.

Su Yun got off the carriage with the help of servants.

Chen Jiuyan jumped down slowly and landed silently.

It’s snowing heavily these days!
Longyu Street had already been swept clean and was bright and spotless.

There were not many people on the street. There were some children with red faces and thick red coats and tiger-skin hats wearing thick red coats. They were breathing visible heat and playing snowball fights.

He was called back home by his elders at home, with a look of reluctance on his face.

Bianjing, Dragon Fish Street.

The dignity of its name is unique among all the capitals of the Great Qi Dynasty.

After leaving the imperial city, the original "Chengtian Gate" was the main gate. However, a hundred years ago, the west gate leading to Longyu Street was changed to Chengtian Gate.

Unreasonable!

The people of Bianjing were not surprised by this because there were two big families living on Longyu Street.

Su family, Xue family.

The Xue family is different from the other nine surnames. They have neither a flamboyant style nor many of them serve as officials in the court.

The Xue family ranks low among the nine major surnames, and there has been no well-known figure in recent years.

Although he controlled the "meat market" business in Bianjing, several large money houses, pawnshops, and vegetable markets.

However, compared with the other nine surnames that often monopolized the grain transport, salt and iron, they were indeed low-key.

The Xue family had a good reputation in Bian Jing, and their money lenders were not as good as those of other big families, with "nine out and thirteen back", "those who go out have their heads cut off from the interest", or using others to pay off debts, forcing people into a desperate situation.

However, rumors had already spread in Bian Jing.

The second teacher of the academy was from the Xue family, but he was a side branch and was not considered important. There were also some conflicts, grudges and hatreds between them.

As to whether this matter is true or false, I am afraid only the nobles of Da Qi can know.

Ordinary people only like to chat and talk about everything under the sun, and these are topics of conversation that they use to go with their drinks in taverns and teahouses.

The mansion did not open the main gate, but instead took Chen Jiuyan into the Su Mansion from the southwest gate.

Chen Jiuyan followed closely behind Su Yun. Her mind was obviously still on the ten games of chess she played with Xie Guan, and she seemed a little absent-minded.

The Su Mansion is large in scale, much more spacious than the Xie Mansion, but the layout is relatively simple and clear. A path leads directly to the chess house in the backyard, which is Su Jing's residence.

Su Yun walked calmly, he remembered that his grandfather should have returned from the cabinet today.

He was going to pay his respects to his grandfather.

Grandpa only comes home once or twice a month.

The maid Su Yun met on the road bowed respectfully to them all.

The fourth Mr. Su Jing got married at an early age, and his wife was just the daughter of a butcher in a slum alley.

After giving birth to Su Yun's father and four other brothers, she passed away early.

Su Jing never remarried and raised his four sons alone.

After the four sons grew up and got married, they were all worried that their father would be lonely and helpless, so the four courtyards did not separate.

The four brothers of the Su family have a harmonious relationship, which is completely different from the confrontational relationship of the Xie family.

When Su Jing became famous, he was already in his forties or fifties, and his four brothers had already started their own families and careers.

Most of the wives they married were women from the common people, and they inherited their father's loyal nature. All four of them only married one wife and never took concubines.

Su Yun's father is the fourth child and the youngest among brothers.

In Su Yun's generation, he has only two older sisters and an older brother, and a younger sister who is less than ten years old.

Males are relatively rare!
Among Su Yun's generation, his elder brother worked in the court, was busy in official circles, and rarely appeared in public.

He is the only man in the Su family who is active outside.

The two sisters, the eldest sister eloped with a grassland slave to Changshengtian in the north, and the second sister studied Taoist scriptures and became a Taoist priest.

Because of these two things, there was a huge quarrel in the family, and my uncle almost kicked my two sisters out of the house.

In the end, it was grandpa who came out to persuade him.

"My children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, so don't worry about it."

My grandfather personally saw my eldest sister off. She knelt down and kowtowed to my grandfather at the city gate with tears in her eyes.

Grandpa just said, "Once you leave Da Qi, don't come back."

My second sister practices at Chaoyang Temple in Hokkaido. She comes back once a year and always avoids grandpa.

It’s almost New Year’s Eve this year, and I don’t know why he hasn’t come back yet.

Su Yun withdrew his thoughts and walked to the chess room in the backyard.

After entering the backyard, the servants left and only he and Chen Jiuyan were left.

The so-called chess house is just a three-story building.

The first floor is for entertaining guests, the second floor is for reading, and the third floor is for living.

It's getting dark.

It's getting colder.

There is a small house outside the entrance of the chess house, which serves as a gatehouse for entering the chess house.

There was a fire burning in the lodge now.

There was an old man with white hair and beard, a stout figure, one of his trouser legs loose, dozing off on a chair beside the stove.

Su Yun stepped forward and saluted the old man, saying, "Mr. Chang, is Grandpa here?"

The old man called Mr. Chang had some spirit in his cloudy eyes. After seeing who was coming, he did not stand up.

"Oh, it's Master Yun. The master is back and told you guys to go in by yourselves when you come."

Chen Jiuyan also came to his senses. This was the first time he saw the teacher since coming to Bian Jing.

She also straightened her robe, bowed to the old man on the recliner, and then walked in.

This old man Chang is no ordinary person, but a seriously injured martial artist of the ninth level Xuandan, who has followed Mr. Fourth for many years.

The old man watched the two people walk into the chess house. He said nothing more, just closed his eyes, gently rocked the recliner, and said with emotion:

"This disciple of the master is truly outstanding. She is only a girl in her teens, but she has already entered the third realm of martial arts. Judging from her restrained divine light, she is likely to break through to the sixth realm of the Yuanshen."

"Cultivating the Yuan Shen is indeed the right way, otherwise you will just be an old cripple in the end!"

"Young Master Yun has a good physique, but unfortunately he has no interest in martial arts... What a pity."

Su Yun and Chen Qiongyan gently pushed open the door. The furnishings in the house were simple, with only a few chess boards and tea tables and chairs.

An old man was already waiting inside.

Su Yun bowed respectfully: "Ruwen, I'm honored to meet you, Grandpa."

Su Yun, whose courtesy name is Ruwen.

"Chen Qiongyan, nice to meet you, sir."

The woman's real name is Chen Qiongyan.

The two stood by the door.

A vicissitudes of life voice with a hint of laughter came: "Close the door."

Su Yun quickly closed the door.

Inside the house, behind the chessboard sat an elderly man who looked even older than Mr. Chang outside, probably in his eighties or nineties.

He was thin, wearing a loose green robe, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but one could still see his handsome features when he was young, but now he looked like a dead tree in the mountains.

However, under his gray and sparse eyebrows, there was a faint gleam in the old man's eyes.

Su Yun walked forward and brewed tea skillfully.

Su Xiang, who was "standing in the clouds" in the eyes of outsiders, now had a smile on his face.

The old man first examined the woman, nodded slightly, and said kindly: "Sit down, don't be shy."

Chen Qiongyan sat down opposite the old man, with a chessboard between them, on which only four or five chess pieces were sparsely placed.

What was strange was that a white piece was occupying the "Tianyuan" position, and the woman looked slightly confused.

After a few moves, White will move to Tianyuan!

Suddenly I thought of what Xie Guan said when we lost the tenth game today: Go is not the way of heaven but the way of soldiers.

Not only was his expression stunned!
Seeing this, the old man asked, "What happened to Qiong Yan today?" Su Yun silently made tea for the two of them and interrupted, "Grandpa may not know that Qiong Yan lost the game today."

The old man threw the chess piece back into the chess pot, revealing a skinny right hand with protruding joints, covered with age spots, thin skin, and clearly visible meridians and blood vessels.

He coughed, his chest rising and falling, and his left hand was hidden in his wide sleeves.

"In Bian Jing, the only ones who can surely defeat Qiong Yan are Du Jing and Tang Ziang from the chess game," the old man said slowly.

When Su Yun saw his grandfather like this, his eyes were full of worry.

"Grandpa, don't go to the cabinet tomorrow. Take a few days off."

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's just an old problem."

Chen Qiongyan was a little puzzled. With Mr.'s cultivation level, why was his health so poor? It seemed that he had been in this weak state since he became Mr.'s disciple.

Su Yun knew that his grandfather was of such a temper that no one could persuade him once he had made a decision.

He did not dare to keep it a secret and said, "It's not Mr. Du or Mr. Tang, it's someone from my Caotang Poetry Society, who has not yet come of age this year."

As soon as these words came out!
The old man looked at Chen Qiongyan's slightly depressed appearance and couldn't help but laugh: "Qiongyan, who has always been overwhelming others with his chess skills, has finally met his match today."

Chen Qiongyan raised his head, with a tone of dissatisfaction: "That person must have studied chess since he was a child, and deliberately concealed his incompetence. He is really cunning. If I were to start over, I would definitely... not lose."

The woman recalled the last few games of the game and said gloomily, "I may not lose to him."

The old man looked at the woman's slightly unconfident look and became curious.

Su Yun quickly recounted what had happened today, including the ten games he had played with Xie Guan.

"Thank you for viewing?"

The old man pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it the student who wrote the line 'Pengbei Haifeng Chaoyang, and carrying books and swords, he set out on a long journey' a few days ago?"

Su Yun nodded, smiling brightly, and said, "Yes, Xie Guan is also a member of the Caotang Poetry Society now."

The old man smiled when he heard this, and naturally he knew about the Caotang Poetry Club founded by Su Yun.

"To be able to win six games in a row at Qiongyan, this person is indeed extraordinary."

The woman changed the subject and asked, "Sir, what is playing chess like?"

Su Jing couldn't help but laugh when he heard this:
"This is your own problem, but you are asking it to me. Whatever you think it is, that is it."

"What do you think, sir?"

The old man gently took the last white piece that landed at the Tianyuan position back to the chess pot and said calmly: "Playing chess is just playing chess, there is no need to make too many assumptions."

Chen Qiongyan was stunned when he heard this, as these words were exactly the same as what Xie Guan said.

She said seriously, "Sir, I want to play the next round."

The old man nodded in agreement.

The old man smiled and said, "How many pieces should I give?"

Chen Qiongyan looked hesitant and wanted to give up eight pieces, but thinking of his master's chess skills, he didn't dare to do so in the end.

"Let Jiuzi go!"

The old man plays black and gives up nine pieces.

The woman holds the white chess pieces and waits for the first move to be Tianyuan.

When handicaping more than nine pieces in Go is called guiding chess.

Chen Qiongyan played against the old man with black chess pieces.

Su Yun didn't need to watch the battle to predict the outcome.

Sure enough, after only a few dozen moves, Chen Qiongyan became indecisive and finally conceded defeat in the middle game.

The woman thought it was natural, but she didn't expect to lose so easily.

This time, the gentleman did not try to seize the Tianyuan as cleverly as Xie Guan did. He just made his moves randomly and won step by step with the general trend.

Heaven’s chess game cannot defeat the teacher.

The woman sighed slightly, feeling confused. It seemed that Go would never be able to move the huge mountain that her husband had placed on her.

Her chess skills have not improved much over the years and seem to have reached a bottleneck.

There was also the illegitimate son of the Xie family who we met today. His chess moves were equally tricky, leaving no loopholes, and he won by surprise.

I felt a little discouraged when I thought about how I lost to a younger peer with my chess skills, which I used to be proud of.

This time!

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted to the illusion that Xie Guan had pulled her into in the courtyard.

Chen Qiongyan's expression became dazed, his eyelids felt heavy, and his pupils could not focus.

She seemed to have fallen into an icy lake again, and the pair of yellow pupils as big as lanterns under the water made her terrified.

She was like a drowning person, desperately trying to escape from this horrible place, her hands and feet were cold and her chest was filled with water.

He couldn't stop shaking and covered his neck with his hands.

"wake up!"

A vicissitudes of life voice exploded in Chen Qiongyan's ears like thunder, pulling her back to the chess house from the illusion.

The old man raised his eyes and said slowly: "Keep your mind focused and let your soul take charge of the Huangting."

"Why do you have a demon in your heart?"

Chen Qiongyan took a breath, calmed herself down, and told Xie Guan everything about how he pulled her into the illusion.

This was a confrontation between the two behind the scenes.

After Su Yun listened to this, he suddenly understood. No wonder Qiong Yan was in such a good mood just now.

Although he had not practiced the soul or martial arts, he was well aware of the difficulty of soul cultivation. It was unbelievable that Xie Guan had such a terrifying soul cultivation.

There was a gleam of light in the old man's eyes. The woman was stunned for a moment, then came back to her senses.

She was surprised to find that those dreamlike memories just now became blurred and could no longer be remembered.

Su Jing asked: "Zehu?"

"What else happened today? Tell me in detail."

It was the first time that Chen Qiongyan saw a serious look on her teacher's face.

The woman explained each one in greater detail, even describing how the moves were laid out in the ten games.

"Before he left, Xie Guan asked me to help him with something."

"It was one of his mentors who died of drunkenness at home..."

The old man frowned slightly and asked, "Mr. Enlightenment?"

Su Yun added: "It seems his name is Dong...Shao."

"Dong Shao!"

The old man's pupils narrowed and his expression was shocked.

Even Su Yun was frightened this time. He had never seen his grandfather with such an expression since he could remember. His grandfather always looked calm and composed.

"Grandpa, this person..."

Chen Qiongyan was also a little shocked. She had never seen her husband with this expression, and there was a hint of "fear" in his look.

Is there any connection between this Dong Shao and you, sir?
She was full of doubts as to why her husband would do this.

The old man's eyes were a little colder, and he said in a cold tone without saying anything more:
"This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Go down."

Seeing Su Jing's serious expression, the two men did not dare to stay and said goodbye quickly.

The two left and the door of the chess room was gently closed.

In the chess house.

Only an old man in a wide green robe was left, silently lowering his head with his face hidden in the shadows.

A bright moon rose in the sky. It was almost the fifteenth day of the lunar month. The moon was as round as a disk, casting a clear light.

"Chang Qi!"

Mr. Chang, who was outside the chess house, was awakened.

Old Chang appeared in the house in an instant. Strangely, the door of the chess room was not open, so he knelt on one leg on the cold ground.

"Master, Chang Qi is here."

The old man sitting beside the chessboard slowly opened his eyes and said:
"Go to Xie's house and guard it. You can't get in with Xie Hong around. If Xie Guan leaves Xie's house, you will take his life."

Chang Qi just whispered, "Yes, sir."

"Go!"

Chang Qi disappeared in the house.

The room fell silent again, with Su Jing the only one left.

He slowly stretched out his left hand from his wide sleeves. His hand was surprisingly white and tender, like the skin of a young boy, forming a sharp contrast with his old face.

The old man twisted his neck slightly, revealing the skin below his neck, which was equally fair and youthful. Even his facial skin was peeling a little, revealing an even younger face underneath.

This strange scene is chilling.

Su Jing frowned, his eyes full of complexity and struggle, and he let out a long sigh.

call--

"My surname is Dong... Master, your real name should be Dong, right?"

(End of this chapter)