If other things can be quickly completed, things like Go Chinese painting cannot be quickly completed overnight.

These things can't be easily accumulated without more than ten years of accumulation, so most of the scholars who come here are older.

Although some of them are young and promising, they are also in a few, so the average age in this yard is over forty-five years old.

Some scholars also choose to bring young children at home, and there are also a few young people who are gathering together.

Among them, two or three are Zhong Limo's friends.

Seeing her pulling Mu Qian out of the main hall, the three or two of them naturally surrounded her.

"The chessboard is here. The chess game has been set up, so I won't be a companion. I can take a nap after drinking two cups of tea." Mr. Qi stood in the corridor and watched.

Mr. Yun looked at him with a smile, "You are so sure, no one can break this chess game?"

Mr. Qi stood straight, his eyebrows were about to fly into the sky, "I'm sure of such a thing."

"You old piece of wood, you have been old and still have nothing to do for so many years. I think your chess game has not changed, it is still the same game as last year." Mr. Yun looked over.

"The trick is not new, it's fine." Mr. Qi replied.

Mr. Qi would stay at Yun’s house for two days every few years. Mr. Qi was invited to teach classes to Yun’s school.

There were many students coming, but few of them could enter the class seriously because they were stopped by the chess game set up by the old man as soon as they arrived at the door.

According to what he said, the chess game is not difficult at all.

If they can't come in, they will have no wisdom, and they will have no chance to be master and apprentice with him.

"The game of chess is broken today, and the gift I got was a set of the Book of Songs from the Yun Family Library!"

The executive said as he asked someone to carry out the prepared set of books.

The books in the Yun Family Library are not something you can buy casually outside, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are worth a thousand gold.

"Grandpa Yun is so unfair. We juniors have shallow knowledge, so how can we compare with so many gentlemen?" Zhong Limo said with a smile.

Mr. Yun smiled, "I don't care about age here, but I care about ability."

There are rumors in the academic community that the only one who can defeat the rituals is to rituals himself.

Zhong Limo hugged Mu Qian directly in front of the chessboard with a affectionate look on his face.

Because there are so many people coming, in order to facilitate everyone to see the breakup, the same game was defeated several times in the yard.

Their location is the largest stone table in front of the main hall.

"This time the old man set up a chess game that he had never seen before. It was really an eye-opener to come here."

Mu Qian turned around and looked at the person who walked out of the stone arch next to him. The man looked familiar.

"Mr. Song."

Listening to the people around him, Mu Qian realized where he had seen this, the last auction of Zhong Limo of the Art Museum of the Imperial Capital University.

This person is the collector who refuted her, and it seems that he is named Song Renfu.

"Hello, Mr. Song." Zhong Limo said politely.

After Song Renfu nodded, his eyes fell on Mu Qian, "Hello Miss Yun Er, don't be fine."

I’m afraid that anyone who has heard of the last incident has not forgotten it.

Mu Qian nodded, "Mr. Song."

Among so many collectors and painters present that day, Mu Qian only saw two of them now. He would not have come without some ability in this occasion.

Song Renfu did not come as a family member, that was the invitation letter he received based on his own ability.

Among such a group of guests and scholars, he seems much younger. I think such a person can become a famous collector, and it is impossible for him to have no ability.

"The last time I met Miss Yun Er, I also knew that Miss Yun Er was well-educated. I didn't expect that she was so accomplished in the chess game."

When he said this, Mu Qian stood in position C, directly opposite the chessboard.

But listening to his words, why is something wrong?

"I heard Qianqian mention Mr. Qi's name several times, but I think I must have admired him for a long time. If someone who has not achieved high level of Go, he would not dare to read Mr. Qi's chess recipes easily." Zhong Limo's words attracted the attention of many people.

Most of the people present heard about Miss Yun’s second family, and naturally the story about the Art Museum of the Imperial Capital University also spread.

But the most controversial piece of news outside is that Mu Qian's knowledge is too low, but how stupid is a person who can recognize the authenticity of Ran Mu's paintings.

"So, Miss Yun Er has an insight into this chess game." Song Renfu said.

Mu Qian looked at the familiar chess game that was no longer familiar, and chuckled, "Of course there is something."

When Mr. Yun saw her like this, he knew that the child had an idea in his mind. She could not have asked him about Qi Huaili for nothing.

"Since that's the case, Qianqian will solve this game." Zhong Limo suggested with a smile.

"Having ideas does not mean you have to understand them, and I have no interest in those books."

Besides, there is nothing to break in this chess game? It’s boring to break your own chess game.

"Miss Yun Er, don't be afraid, you can be afraid of anything else you can be afraid of at your own home." Song Renfu stared at Mu Qian and chuckled.

This is clearly a satirizing her.

"Mr. Song, don't do this. Qianqian may not have thought about it yet." Zhong Limo said.

She actually knew clearly that many collectors still remembered Mu Qian's slap in the face when they were at the last art exhibition.

Among them, Mr. Song's face was slapped the loudest, and the higher he stood, the less he could not make mistakes.

Especially for people like them, the supreme position in the field of expertise proves that they cannot make any mistakes.

The matter of the art exhibition is already a stain for Song Renfu, and of course he will remember it in his heart for the rest of his life.

"What if I could break this chess game?" Song Renfu looked at Mu Qian and said.

"Then you will get the gift from the Yun family and the favor of Mr. Qi." Mu Qian replied without raising her head.

Mr. Qi, who was suddenly pointed out here, only glanced at this side, slowly lifted up the cover bowl and brushed off the foam on the tea noodles.

He looked like he was out of the way.

"Do these children look like we used to be?" Mr. Yun sat above him and chuckled.

"We studied all day long, and we were all in the study room for changes in autumn and winter. We didn't have so much thought in a day." Qi Huaili's words came to the nail on the head.

Which of those young people get together is simple?

The place where Mu Lian sat was a distance away from them, and her face was half blocked by several pots of bonsai, and she saw everything in her eyes.

She was aroused by Zhong Limo several times and rushed up to ask Qi Huaili to accept her as her apprentice.

Mr. Qi, who has never accepted an apprentice, is a master of academic circles. What a glory it would be to be his only apprentice.

But she relied on Yun Han's granddaughter at that time and thought that Qi Huaili would accept her as her apprentice for Mr. Yun's sake.

But unexpectedly, this old man had a weird temper and didn't give anyone any face. She was rejected by Qi Huaili in front of everyone and lost a lot of face.

Mr. Qi was so frustrated that he didn't give him any affection. She still remembers Qi Lili saying that she had no brains and no talent.

She was so ridiculed in front of so many scholars that she was completely useless. Since then, she has never wanted to appear again in any event hosted by the Yun family.

I just don’t know what would happen to Mu Qian if she was the one who had changed to this situation.

Thinking of this, Mu Lian couldn't help laughing out loud, grabbed the white porcelain bottle at hand and poured a cup of peach blossom wine.

She had to come and see this good show no matter what.

Mu Qian didn't say anything here, but the people around Song Renfu were quite anxious.

"I heard that Mr. Song has a lot of achievements in Go, so he took Mr. Qi's chess score to study it."

"Mr. Song has also won several awards. The last National Chess Conference was the champion. I heard that I could have chatted with Mr. Qi all afternoon."

Song Renfu's chess skills were favored by Mr. Qi, which was something that many people could not ask for.

If the one who is most hopeful among all the participants can crack Mr. Qi’s chess game is Song Renfu.

"Miss Yun Er, do you still remember the last argument?" Song Renfu suddenly looked at Mu Qian.

The person who had been looking down at the chess game was named like this, and she looked up at the person standing opposite her.

"I am a competitive person. If I lose once, I will definitely remember it in my heart. I will find a way to win back next time. Since I lost to you in the last painting appreciation, I will definitely win back in this game today."

It was the first time Mu Qian heard someone say so sternly if he was dissatisfied.

"You can do whatever you want." Mu Qian followed the chess game.

This chess game is here, and no one can come to understand it, and it is not for her to be alone.

"It's better to Miss Yun Er, we will compete this time again. If you solve Mr. Qi's chess game, I will lose another painting by Mr. Ran Mu."

Everyone present was interested in the bet and surrounded them.

The old gentlemen sitting high above the hall didn't care much about the noise below, but the discussions were never stopped.

"These children are very lively. Brother Yun doesn't go and see it. Your granddaughter will be bullied later."

Mr. Yun looked at the noisy opposite, smiled and picked up the cover bowl and took a sip of tea.
To be continued...