When he came in the door, the fragrance lingered. Mr. Xun looked around and saw a middle-aged man in blue cloth squatting beside the Qilin stove. He was holding the fire hook and struggling with effort to pull things out of the furnace. Scattered carbon fire spilled out and fell into the white stone sink, making a hissing sound.

Mr. Xun held his forehead and trembled with anger, "Teacher, what are you doing." Zhou Kefa did not make a fuss. Instead, he continued to stick out his butt and snatch something in the Qilin stove. Mars splashed everywhere, and a few red stars splashed on his beard. A storm of smoke rose and was helpless. The angry young master had to put down his outer robe with the teacher's will, calm down, and try his best to suppress the surging anger in his mind. As a noble family, he is not an ordinary noble family. The young master of the Xun family will be the leader in the literary world for decades.

The great scholars value etiquette and demeanor. The middle-aged scholar in front of him does have extraordinary features, but his behavior is really hard to admire: whenever he is flipping a book, the gentleman dips his index finger and moistens his fingers and picks up the pages. The old and lonely books that Mr. Xun keeps are mostly kept by his master, and the corners of the book are folded after his hand. Countless sloppy habits make it hard for him to admire Mr. Zhou. Xun snorted coldly, and his anger descended to his lungs. His throat could not withstand the itchyness, and he made a series of tearing coughs.

Mr. Zhou sighed softly, walked to the window, pulled open the bamboo curtain that blocked the warm spring light with one hand, and shook his head. "You looked at the child playing Cuju before, and I was so fascinated that I didn't even know that I passed by behind you, but I was also obsessed with it. You have such a temper and nature, and say justice, you will sooner or later become an official in government affairs." After changing his attitude, the gentleman said happily: "But since you realize the various shortcomings of your own existence, I believe you will die of exhaustion in the future.

You will pay more attention to something good." The bamboo curtain was wide open, and the warm and rich powder was sprinkled in Mr. Xun's room. The Qilin furnace was also coated with energy and spirit, which was very vivid. The gentleman peeked out his thoughts. Mr. Xun curled his lips, and his anger inadvertently dissipated two points. He only felt that as soon as the bamboo curtain opened, everything was from the darkness and silence of the early days. In an instant, the clouds were clear and brighter. Even many unthinkable chess steps gradually became clearer in his mind.

The gentleman nodded with satisfaction, then leaned over to the table, put the object in his hand in a celadon bowl, and his hands were burnt red. Mr. Xun next to him was stunned when he saw this. He was furious when he entered the door. He didn't care when there was a porcelain bowl on the table. He pretended to be joking and looked at it. There were dozens of milky white nuts in the bowl, stacked into a small pile, full as the size of a longan, without any trace of variegated color. The fragrance in the house all came from this pile of ginkgo fruits. Even though Mr. Xun was knowledgeable, he could not find the ancient notes that recorded the name of this object in his mind for a while. His eyes were full of suspicion, and he asked Mr. Zhou who had not yet possessed himself with his eyes."

This thing is called pearl and jade millet. It was first from Xu Jingyan, the previous dynasty Xu. There is a paragraph in the article that says: Spring is especially suitable for nourishing the liver and spleen, but it is also suitable for nourishing the five internal organs. The lung fire is difficult to release. There are five-zhang trees near the river and river. The winter buds and spring fruits are very magical. They have clothes, like jade, and when they are burned, they are soaked in water, and they can remove lung fire and replenish qi. It is said that millet is actually a kind of fruit. In the past two days, you have seen that you have lost a lot of clearness. After noon yesterday, I happened to find these for you to clear lung fire." When talking about walking everywhere, the gentleman's face was not very natural: There is no small river ditch near Qingchai County, where did the river come from?

"If you don't talk about this, try this fruit first. After roasting, it's really fragrant and it's a little bitter. It's not a problem." The gentleman rubbed a pearl and jade mill in his hand off the black shell and handed it to Mr. Xun's mouth. Mr. Xun looked at the gentleman and found that his blue cloth clothes were wrinkled and even had cracked Daozi on his cuffs. He didn't know which genius doctor Xu Jingyan was, the prescriptions of famous doctors, and the Xun family had countless storages. They were all neatly coded in the library as more than ten feet thick. Over the years, the lesions of weak lungs and fire accumulation have not been reduced. So the gentleman found the river and the trees he climbed were just to find him such a divine formula. By the way, Mr. Xun did not push away the gentleman's rough palm, and bit the jade mill without hesitation and chewed it. The fragrance in the mouth was smooth, and finally some bitter taste filled his lips and teeth, which made him frown slightly.

The gentleman slapped the remaining charred fruit clothes on his hand, "The good medicine is bitter, and the honest words are unreasonable." The young master nodded, and rarely refuted it. He held the etiquette of his disciples and asked respectfully, "Teacher, students have been studying chess paths for several months, why can't they beat the teacher? The chess pieces are full of energy, and are used to using the winning and losing hands, and even the estimation of the situation. I think I can eat it thoroughly. I don't say it can be so embarrassed in every game. I also ask the teacher to give advice." It was not until this time that Mr. Xun had the attitude of some disciples, and he took most of his pride in the past and asked for advice humbly.

Mr. Zhou lay beside the window, slacking his ears boredly, and his tone was quite contemptuous: "The way of chess is the way of chess. In recent decades, literati have strongly advocated the way of chess, and quickly confused the depth of chess attainments with the level of strategy. He completely forgot that many national players have many, but it is no exaggeration to say that the great talents who stood out from it are rare. It is not easy to govern the country and ensure the stability of the country. It is just a matter of seventeen grids that are intertwined horizontally and vertically, and the unpredictable battle situation may not be able to be understood clearly, and it is even more exciting to talk about the scheming of bald old foxes in the officialdom?" This statement was very fresh to Mr. Xun, and it can even be said to be very different from his common sense. The four arts of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and all the famous literati and scholars in the world are proficient in this way. Every talented man in the romantic literary world is not

When talking about whether the articles and poems have made great achievements, at least they can be selected from these four arts, and they are more beautiful than the other ones. When Mr. Xun met an old painting saint who likes strong wine and has an excellent painting skills. He is especially good at painting tigers, wolfs, and galloping horses. When he was traveling around the mountains and rivers, he came to Qingchai to stay for a few days. He was persuaded by the magistrate to be a guest at the mansion. During the banquet, he was dizzy and angry. He painted a tiger jumping into the stream on the southern wall. His image was realistic and cool, and he seemed to have to choose people through the wall and eat them. However, the beauty was not enough. The word "Wang" on the tiger's head was not drawn. Later, people asked why the painting saint did not paint the word "Wang", and the painting saint shook his head and smiled, saying that Qingchai was small in the place, and the police yamen runners did not have the ability to kill tigers. Such all kinds of beautiful stories and beautiful talks were so despised by the teacher.

Ignoring the students' wanderings, Mr. Zhou threw a pearl and jade millet into his mouth and continued to speak in a speech in a speech that was unclear, "Mastering the four arts does not mean that you can really do a good job, nor does it mean that you are an outstanding seedling in the literary world. There was an old thing buried in the nose, and everyone in the literary world knew it. He had a bad hand and wanted to win. He wanted to regret the chess. He painted the zither and zither and opened the nine orifices, but he was still famous in the court and surpassed the sheep in the literary world."

In amazement, Mr. Xun asked hurriedly: "Dare you ask the teacher, why do you know the ten or nine orifices?" The middle-aged man touched the goatee and said helplessly: "You know nothing. Apprentice, I will go to the teacher to learn about the customs and worldly affairs and the interesting words in the world. I am too ignorant."

"In this way, the literary world can't be called the literary world. Students from poor families study hard and at most, they can be involved in the officialdom of aristocratic families..." At this point, the gentleman waved his hand vigorously, as if he wanted to disperse something. After a while, he spoke again.

"I've been off topic for thousands of miles, and I'm turning around and talking about playing chess. I think what I understand in the chessboard, or what I can teach you, is to pick out the most feasible path expected from many choices in a limited time. One step knows that the plate is connected to the same qi, and the nine stars are more than 200 points in the sky. After the move, the thunder will not move. Don't immerse yourself in chess techniques in the past few days. In your spare time, think about these three chess pattern rules and what ability can you get from it, and then talk about chess techniques."

The gentleman went out without any delay. Mr. Xun sat in the setting sunlight, and the shadows around him were from scratch, like new buds sprouting on the branches, slowly growing. He picked up the porcelain bowl, the water was soaked, and there was a little black peel at the bottom of the water, mixed in the white millet, and it was rippling between them, like the black and white pieces on the chessboard.
Chapter completed!