With a "click", the door of the room was pushed open by Long Junyang.

Before entering the door, I felt the smell of dust first. Then I saw a quaint living room. In the room, there was an Eight Immortals table, a chessboard on the table, and next to it was a porcelain teapot, two cups, and two Taishi chairs were placed on the left and right. It can be seen that in the past, the owner of this room seemed to be a person who was very good at enjoying it.

"It's been a year, and I haven't been here for another year."

Long Junyang smiled bitterly and walked in first. The room was covered with spider webs and the ground was covered with dust. It should be that no one had been here for a long time. When Zhao Xiaohan heard Long Junyang's words, he couldn't help but say, "Senior, was the last time I came here, was it a year ago?"

"right."

Long Junyang nodded softly and said, "I come here once a year. First, I am visiting my former residence with my master. Second, it is a revisit of the old place. Third, I am fantasizing that maybe one day, my master will appear in this room again?"

As he spoke, Long Junyang started to laugh. After hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan immediately smiled faintly and followed him into the living room.

"There should be some tea leaves. Do you want some tea?"

Long Junyang said as he walked towards a cabinet. After hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and said, "No need, senior, where is your master's portrait?"

"In the inner room, wait a moment, I'll get it for you." As he said that, Long Junyang walked towards another room. After Long Junyang left, Zhao Xiaohan looked around and walked to the chessboard without knowing it. However, when he saw the chessboard on the table, he couldn't help laughing.

This is an endgame. The so-called endgame means that this is an incomplete chess game. There was no winner at the beginning, so it was called an endgame.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the chess game between Long Junyang and his master? But Zhao Xiaohan was a little surprised. It has been so many years. Has Long Junyang not come up with a way to crack this chess game?

He casually found a chair and gently blew the dust on it. Zhao Xiaohan sat on it. Looking at the chess game in front of him, Zhao Xiaohan raised his lips and couldn't help laughing. No wonder this game has not been solved for so many years. This is a dead game and has no power to turn the world back.

The weakest one is Heizi, probably Long Junyang from that time, and Hongzi should be his master?

Outside the door, there was a burst of footsteps. Without looking up, I knew that Long Junyang was back. When I saw Zhao Xiaohan sitting there watching the chess game, Long Junyang laughed: "How is it, silly boy, can you break this endgame? Old man, I have been thinking about it for many years, but I haven't figured out how to break this endgame."

"Did you go with your master?" Zhao Xiaohan raised his head and looked at Long Junyang and said. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Long Junyang nodded and smiled: "Yes, I think about it for more than twenty years. It was after playing this game of chess, but my master disappeared the next morning. From then on, this game of chess has been dead chess."

"You haven't seen your master for more than 20 years?" Zhao Xiaohan looked at Long Junyang in confusion, and then wanted to laugh again. Could it be that his master left him alone because Long Junyang lost a game, right? If this is true, Long Junyang's life would be too tragic...

"Yes, I have never seen him again since he left without saying goodbye." Long Junyang smiled, with a little bitterness in his smile, and waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's not mention these things. I'll bring the portrait to you and show it. However, it was written more than 20 years ago. At that time, my master was still very handsome."

"More than 20 years ago, your master should be in his forties or fifties, right?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled and stood up, took the portrait over. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, Long Junyang nodded and said, "At that time, he should be about the same age as me, and he looked like he was in his fifties."

"I'm still handsome in my fifties?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled and flattened the portrait on the table. Then, it slowly spread out. The eyes were filled with an old man with fairy-like appearance, with a childish face and a kind smile on his face. He was wearing a black Taoist robe and tied his hair into a bun. He looked like a monk in ancient times. However, when he saw the old man in the painting, Zhao Xiaohan's body trembled suddenly and he stayed there.

"He, is he your master?"

Zhao Xiaohan's voice was a little trembling, and he was still a little incredible. He held the corners of the scroll with both hands tightly. He looked very excited. When he heard Zhao Xiaohan's words, although he didn't understand why he suddenly became so excited, Long Junyang nodded and said, "That's right, he is my master!"

"Impossible, it makes no sense!"

Zhao Xiaohan whispered in a low voice, his eyes filled with incredible words. Isn’t this old man in Taoist robe the old military doctor he met in a small and dilapidated room?

Although he had thought of ten thousand possibilities just now, he eliminated them one by one. Unexpectedly, when he saw this painting, he still staged a plot that he never expected. Long Junyang's master was really a dead liar!

"Do you know him?"

Long Junyang's face was a little strange and excited.

"It's not just acknowledge? I'm just too familiar with it!" Zhao Xiaohan gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand and pointed at the old liar in the portrait and said, "It's him. He cheated me out of two hundred dollars back then. The master I met back then was him. The person who changed my life was also him!"

Listening to Zhao Xiaohan's words, Long Junyang was also stunned on the spot, with a little surprised face. After a long time, he spoke uncertainly: "Silly boy, have you not recognized the wrong person?"

"How could I recognize the wrong person?" Zhao Xiaohan smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "I tell you that even if he turns into ashes, I can recognize him."

Yes, Zhao Xiaohan would never recognize the wrong person. Even if the old scammers in this portrait look much more serious and younger, if time changes, a person's face cannot change. What's more, looking at the smile of the old man in the Taoist robe in the portrait is just the slutty smile he used to cheat on himself at the time?

However, looking at the old liar in the portrait, Zhao Xiaohan could not combine this person with the old liar who was wearing a military coat and had a vulgar face. One was a fairy-like figure, the other was a vulgar and thin bamboo pole. How could two people with such a huge contrast be the same person?
Chapter completed!