In the afternoon, Hiroshi Chihara and Shiraori came to Odawara City, and the Japan Chess Institute had sent people to greet him in advance.

"Teacher Chihara, is this?"

"This is my secretary, Miss Shiratsu. From now on, I plan to hand over all the relevant business of the competition to her."

The visitor glanced at him. This was a young man in his twenties, wearing thick lenses, holding a black leather bag in his hand, and he heard this and helped him with the frame that had not changed at all.

"Koqi Academy has already appointed you another secretary..."

Hiroshi Chihara said directly:

"This has nothing to do with me! Why, does this violate any regulations of the chess academy?"

"This is not, it's just..."

At this time, the young man who had not made a sound finally spoke:

"The Exclusive Secretary is an exclusive service provided by the Chess Academy to top chess players like you. Since you don't need it, of course I will report to the Chess Academy to inform you of the relevant situation."

Chihara Hiroshi glanced at him, and walked out of the station without asking his name.

Behind -

"Mr. Shiping, is it really okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll explain to the director. This matter has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, then I'll trouble Mr. Shi Ping!"

...

The Japan Chess Institute had prepared the hotel in advance, but before heading to the hotel, Hiroshi Chihara mentioned another location.

Shiraori, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little curious, but when he saw that he did not take the initiative, he did not ask too much.

Half an hour later, the vehicle arrived at the destination.

Chihara Hiroshi ordered, and only Shirato followed.

Dingdong—

The doorbell rang, and soon, footsteps came from the door, and a creaking sound was revealed, revealing the figure of an old woman.

"I remember you were-"

Seeing the old man paused for a moment, Chihara Hiroshi hurriedly answered:

"Hishi Chihara, Mrs. Kazuko, I was brought here by Senior Lin Haifeng before."

"Yes, yes, it's you!" Mrs. He Zi made way out and quickly invited the two of them in.

Bai Zhi also immediately thought of a name from the two names "Huazi" and "Lin Haifeng" - Wu Qingyuan!

Sure enough, after a moment, an old man in his seventies or eighties walked down from the upper floor. Although he was leaning on a crutch, his spirit and complexion looked very good.

Hiroshi Chihara greeted him and shouted "Senior".

Shiraori didn't think about it anymore, immediately stepped forward and said respectfully:

"Hello, Teacher Wu, I am Teacher Qianyuan's secretary..."

Wu Qingyuan responded kindly to Baizhi, but ignored Qianyuan.

For a moment, Qianyuan Hiroshi was like two or three, confused.

"Senior..." He called out again tentatively.

However, Wu Qingyuan seemed to have not heard it, walked straight past him and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Just as Shiratsuru was thinking about whether she should avoid it, Mrs. Hezi came over with tea, put it on the coffee table, and handed it to two guests respectively, then said to her husband:

"You, the older you get, the more you get, the more you get. Why are you still competing with young people?"

As he said that, he said to Chihara again:

"Don't care, he's this temper recently..."

Finally, after saying something to Mrs. Zi, Wu Qingyuan responded, first pointing to his side.

Hiroshi Chihara was stunned, then immediately reacted and came to sit next to him.

Even though he was sitting, Wu Qingyuan was still leaning on a crutch, his fingers unconsciously turning the wood grain, and suddenly spoke:

"I heard you opened a magazine?"

Ask carefully what this is for... Chihara Hiroshi was a little confused, but he still answered honestly:

"Yes, the magazine is called "Soul of Chess."

Wu Qingyuan turned his head. The eyes that had been seen for eighty years were still clear, but his tone seemed a bit stern:

"A few years ago, when Nie Shuping was addicted to bridge, I once said to him that he would not be able to fight with two rabbits. Now I want to give you this sentence!"

Of course, Hiroshi Chihara understood what this sentence means:

This is the old man warning him that if he is overly addicted to matters other than Go, it may lead to a regression in chess skills.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stagnant, Shiraori could even lower her breathing frequency. Facing this Showa chess saint, she always felt breathless.

After a while, Wu Qingyuan took the initiative to break the silence:

"You are at your age and are talented and have to work hard. This is the right way you should uphold!"

And Hiroshi Chihara finally said:

"I know, don't worry, someone will help me with the specific affairs, and it won't take much time."

Wu Qingyuan shook his head:

"This is not time, but mind. Even if 90% of the mind is placed on Go, as long as 10% is placed elsewhere, it will be useless!"

As he said that, he stared straight at Chihara:

"Although you still win over the past few months, your chess has stopped there!"

Qianyuan Haozhi was slightly stunned. He probably understood what the other party meant, which meant that his progress in chess skills was not as obvious as before.

However, the old man seemed to have seen through his thoughts and continued:

"Before, your chess often made some interesting changes, which often made me feel refreshed, but over the past few months, I have not seen that change."

"change?"

"Yes, change. Qianyuan, I have studied a lot of your chess scores. Some moves are good, but they always feel a little stiff. The ancients often said that playing chess requires spirituality, and that kind of change reflects your spirituality!"

Wu Qingyuan is creating his own theory of Liuhe. He was in a stagnant state before, but since the emergence of Hiroshi Chihara, he has seen a lot of inspiration.

Therefore, the 'spirituality' that inspired Qianyuan was also verifying his 'Ruochess Taoism'.

Hearing these words, Qianyuan Haozhi was shocked and thought that the other party had noticed the existence of the system, and was guilty after being spied.

Wu Qingyuan stood up, knocked on the crutch on his hand, and said to Qianyuan:

"Come with me."

Hiroshi Chihara followed, and Shiraori wanted to follow, but he stopped him.

One minute later, the two of them came to the chess room on the second floor. As they had seen before, the most were books on the wall, followed by the chess table next to them, as well as the manuscript paper and books spread out on the table.

Wu Qingyuan sorted out the table, and then under his instructions, Hiroshi Chihara also sat aside.

His eyes lit up. Is he the chance to compete with the greatest chess player of the 20th century?

Wu Qingyuan smiled and said:

"If I play chess with you at my age, I'd be asking for trouble. Then I'd better spare my old bones and just put on a life-and-death question."

"Yes." Although Chihara Hiroshi was a little disappointed, he immediately cheered up and started to play chess.
Chapter completed!