Perhaps in Shangguan Mingyue's eyes, Ye Wudao is the prince who has ordinary people dare to imagine potential power or a young entrepreneur with magical colors in the Mythical Group, but she doesn't know what kind of three years of hardships the young man in front of her has, besides fifteen years of playboy life. These three years have made Ye Wudao face all setbacks, and perhaps there are only some emotional exceptions.

Fortunately, Shangguan Mingyue has enough time to understand the conflicting young people around him. Some men are books that can be easily understood, because he may be a profound and hidden "Book of Changes" and may not be able to truly understand it in his entire life.

"But I heard that the two children of Grandpa Dong's relatives are not easy to 'serve'. I'll give you a vaccination first. I'm afraid that you will be wronged and run to me to complain. I can accept a similar tragedy." Shangguan Mingyue chuckled. When she thought that Ye Wudao wanted to teach two children like an old scholar, she couldn't help laughing.

"This reminds me of the green dragon on the left and white tiger on the right in "Tang Bohu's Tie of Autumn Fragrance". "Ye Wudao hugged Shangguan Mingyue, who was laughing in the belly, said with a smile.

As a result, Shangguan Mingyue walked from the canteen to outside the canteen and hid cutely in Ye Wudao's arms, which caused countless boys to have a sharp drop in their appetites. Many girls sighed inwardly and lost a powerful competitor.

Shangguan Mingyue finally went back to form her architectural model. Ye Wudao walked to the library with a little distracted attitude. There he did not see the quiet girl named "Qianjing". Ye Wudao picked up a book called "National Strategy" in the most corner and sat on the ground to read it.

"Young man, can you practice Tai Chi?"

An old man stood in front of Ye Wudao and asked kindly, holding a yellowed copy of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic.

He was the old man who met Ye Wudao in Gongyuan who practiced Tai Chi with Ye Wudao. Ye Wudao did not expect that a 70-year-old man had such steady steps. As a genius in the killer world, Ye Wudao naturally had in-depth research on human subtle performance. He could draw the other party's strength from the other party's breathing frequency and walking pace. He also carefully studied the Taoist "moving Zen" and "lying Zen".

"Let's know a little." Ye Wudao put down the book and said lightly, without looking up at the old man who was staring at him.

"You must be a famous scholar. Tai Chi is like being a human being. The most important thing is to follow the gradual step by step and focus on the foundation. These are all unhurried. The one who teaches you Tai Chi must be a master, which can help you achieve this kind of cultivation at a young age." The old man sighed. The last time he saw this young man playing Tai Chi, he couldn't believe it. It was even more puzzling that he wanted to practice Tai Chi, and the key was to cultivate righteousness, but the violent aura that this young man inadvertently revealed was obviously out of place.

"Famous artist?" Ye Wudao, who was leaning against the bookshelf, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. He stood up and stuffed the book back to its original place, and said lightly: "There are no famous artists. If Tai Chi needs guidance from others, it will lose its original charm. The essence can only be understood but not expressed in words."

"Can you play a chess game with me?"

The old man looked at Ye Wudao's cold back and smiled. He was really interested in such a young man. An old man always had an inexplicable favor when he saw a young man who was talented but very similar to his youth.

Ye Wudao frowned slightly but didn't say anything. He stopped and sat next to a table next to the bookshelf with the old man. The old man quickly brought a pair of quaint chess and said excitedly: "No one has played chess with me, the old man. Chess is a good thing, which can cultivate the deep thinking and calmness of young people. As for old guys like us who are about to die, they can pass the time, so this is an intellectual battle that is getting older and more mellow."

"This may not be true. Although the old man is calm, he may not be able to use surprise attacks. Like Chinese chess, it is a mysterious game. Unlike the straightforward wisdom of Western chess, it is hidden mystery and step by step. The old man is probably at a disadvantage, right?" Ye Wudao shook his head and said, saying this was old-fashioned. Of course, with his strength, it is not without qualification to say this.

"Haha. Although it's good, it's even more difficult for young people to take advantage of me, the old man!"

The old man smiled and said, Ye Wudao's confession made him feel very pleasant. It was a wise move for a young man to play tricks in front of an old and sophisticated old man. The old man has the most favorable impression of those young people who do not hide their sharpness and talent.

"Is it Dugu Qiubai?" Ye Wudao chuckled softly, making a joke in front of strangers.

"I did have this kind of thought when I was young, haha, I became sluggish when I got old, but I still had this kind of thought." The old man smiled heartily, and suddenly realized that he was in the library and was silenced immediately.

The fingertips are full of war, and the army is turning over thousands of troops, what a momentum is.

A game of chess is a battle, and no one who loves chess will doubt this. Ye Wudao suddenly found that this old man was very interesting. Just like ordinary people defending step by step under his strong offensive, the old man actually fought against him. The two sides threw away their cars and horses and fought fiercely. In the end, the old man did not have a defensive force left; the old man adopted a completely different tactic to build a defense line, and Ye Wudao really took some effort to break the solid barrier and capture the opponent's general; the most interesting thing was in the third game, which seemed ordinary in this game, Ye Wudao actually found himself overwhelmed by the old man's seemingly ordinary moves, and was finally attacked by the army when he was attacking the city and siege the ground. Just before Ye Wudao was about to pull out the opponent's coaching flag!

"I was negligent when hiding the needle in the cotton, and it was my negligence!"

Ye Wudao recalled every move in the endgame and said lightly, although he was a little annoyed, he was a little happy. After all, he didn't taste the taste of failure. This last game was like playing Tai Chi with the old man opposite. His rampage was turned into invisible by the other party, but he had not yet awakened. The final failure was of course an inevitable result.

This is also like a psychological battle carefully arranged by an old man. He shows weakness to the enemy and then takes action. Although the offensive does not seem sharp, it is particularly sharp as if it is water.

Ginger is really spicy!

"The first game of chess is my play when I was twenty years old. I am brave but not smart enough. I rely on a momentum. A newborn calf is afraid of a tiger. Although I am defeated, I have no regrets. The second game of chess is my play when I am forty. I don't seek merit but have no mistakes. I am very careful in everything. I am well aware of the worldly reason that wood is good for the forest wind. Although I am good at everything, I feel quite regretful when I am old. This third game of chess is my play when I am sixty. If I take everything lightly, I can turn it around. Maybe it is because of time or Tai Chi. In short, even if I have no sharpness or timidity or timidity at the age of 40."

The old man said calmly, without the slightest excitement of defeating Ye Wudao. This young man was the only few characters he had seen in his life that could move him. In addition, he looked very young, and naturally had a good impression of himself.

Ye Wudao lowered his head and thought, which reminded him of the game of chess by Han Yun, who is the vice minister of the Chinese Ministry of Education. Is it similar to this game?

"But sometimes young people should be as sharp as you, otherwise the worlds of old antiques like us will be boring. I dare say that if I have another game, I will definitely lose, so you don't have to take it seriously, it's natural."

The old man said with gratitude, should young people make mistakes until they are old? In his eyes, young people are a journey of continuous mistakes and growing. Not making mistakes is simply a pale life! The young people who were thinking about each other did not have the dark aura that they accidentally showed when they first met. This is what he was most curious about. In theory, if he had a cultivation level like this young man, he might have such negative aura. Could it be that he had read it wrong?

Ye Wudao suddenly raised his head, because of a familiar step and smell that made him interested. Looking at the face that became charming because of tranquility and indifference, he had a strong conquest, but his intuition told him that this time he might not be able to go smoothly.

"Grandpa Chen, why are you playing chess here? Last time I asked you some questions about "Shan Hai Jing" you haven't answered me yet."

The girl named "Qianjing" stood beside the two of them and smiled faintly, looking at the endgame Shui Ling on the table with a glimmer of her eyes.

Ye Wudao nodded slightly and stood up and left. Maintaining moderate indifference to the woman he cared about is definitely a roundabout tactic. It is certainly heroic to pester and fight, but Ye Wudao, who dared to use this despicable method for the unique girl in front of him. He suspected that even if he raped her, she would not look at him directly!

"Qianjing, do you know this young man?" the old man cleaned up the mess and smiled.

"I have met a few times. I borrowed many real estate-related books for the first time. In the last lecture, he published some views on Chinese Confucian culture. He should be considered a relatively outstanding peer." The girl said lightly, still Gu Jing Bubo's calm appearance, and he did not have a little nostalgia for Ye Wudao's departure.

"What do you think about this chess game?" the old man asked kindly as he stared at the girl among the golden jade.

"What a pity."

The girl sighed, she failed to make a mistake in the mountain.

"It's really a pity!"

The old man looked at the arrogant back at the door and sighed, "This kind of young man is too sharp. As the saying goes, things will turn back when extremes are extreme. I hope that it will be a little more rounded in the future. This is the doctrine of the mean in dealing with people.

But it seems that it is a mean person, and it is not the arrogant young man anymore. This is indeed a very contradictory question.
Chapter completed!