Volume 1, Chapter 266: Because I like you, and also because I can’t speak.

Upon hearing this, Guanqi hesitated for a moment, and with a nervous mood, he slowly walked behind the old man.

At this time, the old man also slowly turned around.

His appearance also caught the eyes of those watching the chess game.

If we were ordinary people, we would have to give an accurate definition of what immortals are.

Then the chess player would say that the old man in front of him is such a person.

White hair, white beard, white eyebrows.

Echoing a white robe.

There are wrinkles on the sides of the eyes.

There is kindness in his eyes and gentleness on his lips.

His whole body seemed to radiate a light that was invisible to the world, which made people feel respect for him.

I couldn't help wanting to worship.

This is the calligraphy master Liu Bai.

The greatest sage in Kyushu.

The nervousness of watching the chess game also subsided a little at this moment.

Because she could see the kindness in the old man's eyes, she was not afraid.

Liu Bai looked at the chess player in front of him with a smile on his face the whole time.

He pointed to the futon directly across from him.

He smiled and said, "Come, sit opposite me."

Guanqi smiled and bowed, then lowered his head, took small steps, and came to the opposite side of Liu Bai.

She sat on the futon obediently.

On the table in front of her, there was a pen and a piece of rice paper spread out flat.

Because one watches chess in silence, I have made special preparations for this.

Liu Bai stroked his beard gently and looked carefully at the girl in front of him with gentle eyes.

Those spiritual eyes looked exceptionally clear, like a stream in a valley, where one could see the bottom at a glance.

Although the girl was only six years old, she exuded a spirituality that he admired very much.

They just sat there quietly facing each other for dozens of seconds.

Liu Bai picked up the pen first.

Scrape numbers on paper.

"Who taught you to write poetry?"

Out of respect for the chess player, he chose to talk to the girl in front of him in this way.

Guan Qi was obviously stunned, with a strange look in his eyes.

She communicates with others through words, but others have never communicated with her in the same way.

This is the first time.

She leaned over and held the big pen in her small hand.

The black ink dyed the white paper.

A passage of words also appeared on the rice paper in front of him.

"Replying to the old immortal, my eldest brother taught me!"

In her opinion, Liu Bai in front of her was the old immortal who appeared in the stories that her elder brother often told.

Liu Bai looked at the beautiful handwriting and the natural strokes. A hint of surprise appeared in his calm eyes. Even an adult master would not be able to write such handwriting.

The little girl in front of me is only six years old, but she can write calligraphy so well. It is really rare.

And it is even more rare for her slender arms to have such strength.

Little did they know that this kind of strength comes from cooking.

However, seeing the words from the old immortal, his smile became even wider.

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up his pen again.

"Do you like reading?"

I saw this while watching chess and wrote it down as well.

"like."

Liu Bai is reading a book.

"Why do you like it?"

For Liu Bai, liking something always requires some reasons, more or less.

The same is true with reading.

A person who is good at doing something may not necessarily succeed, because all he has is talent.

If you like to do something but have no reason to support it, it may just be a temporary interest and will soon be forgotten.

But if one is good at it, likes it, and has a reason or a pretext to support it, then in his opinion, this person can succeed.

He is also teachable.

There are three reasons why Liu Sheng accepted disciples.

1: Those with outstanding talents.

2. Those who like to read poetry and books.

3: Those who have pursuits in their hearts.

All three points are indispensable.

There are so many people in the world, and they are measured in billions.

If you have any of this, remember it.

With two points, millions of memories.

There are very few people who have all three.

This is also the reason why Liu Bai has only accepted ten disciples in a thousand years.

Guanqi tilted his head and fell into deep thought.

I like it because I like it. What other reasons can I have?

If I have to find a reason, it would be...

She picked up the pen and wrote the words.

The book is finished.

Seven big words fell into Liu Bai's eyes.

It was so dazzling and so painful.

Liu Bai's holy heart was slightly touched.

"Because I can't speak."

This is Guanqi’s answer.

Because she cannot speak, she can only communicate with the world through books.

Maybe for her, reading doesn't depend on whether she likes it or not.

But it is something that must be learned, just like a normal person speaking.

Such a reason is simple and plain, and cannot compare to the lofty words for the people of the world.

There is no such lofty aspiration as writing a book to express one's ambition.

But it is this practical reason that, for some reason, can most touch the heart of Wensheng.

He was very satisfied, stroking his beard, his eyes filled with admiration for watching chess, overflowing from his eyes.

He was very sure that this kind of disciple was the one he wanted.

However, Guanqi's pen did not stop and he wrote on the rice paper again.

"But I also like reading. There's no reason. My eldest brother said, if you like it, you like it. No reason is needed. If you like it, just do it. As for the result, leave it to fate."

Bai Sheng stroked his white beard, his eyes slightly narrowed at this moment, and there was a complexity in his deep eyes that could not be fathomed by watching chess.

Just do it and leave it to fate?

He lowered his head and frowned.

Write it down.

"If the result is not satisfactory, will you be disappointed?"

At this moment, Guanqi seemed to be more relaxed, no longer as reserved as before.

She tapped her finger lightly on the spot under her lip.

As if thinking about something.

Liu Bai sat quietly without disturbing anyone, his eyes full of anticipation, waiting for the answer from the girl in front of him.

This went on for a long time.

I started writing only after watching the chess game.

She wrote on the paper again.

"Maybe I will be disappointed, but if I don't do it, won't I regret it? Regret is an integral part of life. My brother once said something that I really like. Today I will give it to the old immortal."

“Just keep going, don’t stop to pick flowers to preserve, because flowers will continue to bloom along the way.”

She wrote for a long time, and her handwriting was so dense that it covered the entire rice paper.

After finishing writing, she looked up and looked at the calligraphy master Liu Bai in front of her with a smile.

That was her answer.

Liu Bai frowned, his eyes fixed on the last sentence.

He stood up under the surprised gaze of the chess players.

He shook the wide sleeves of his white robe.

He took the rice paper in front of Guanqi without any hesitation.

Spread it out in front of you again.

He put one hand behind his back and stroked his white beard with the other.

The old body was slightly bent.

His expression changed from time to time, sometimes he frowned, sometimes he shook his head.

He murmured softly, but only he could hear the sound.

Yes, the journey of life is very long and there is a long way to go. If you choose to stop because you are afraid of disappointment, failure, or regrets, you will miss many beautiful scenery later.

If that is the case, why not keep going? Even if there are regrets, they will eventually be filled with the worthwhile experiences along the way.

He raised his head and focused his attention back on Guanqi.

There was a hint of fanaticism in those deep eyes at this moment.

He knew that he had to accept this apprentice, and not only that, he would also devote his entire life to training her.

Share with others what you have learned throughout your life.

He was sure that this was the successor he had always wanted to find.

He spoke, and this time he chose not to write.

Because he felt that it was too slow and his mood didn't allow him to go slow.

He asked sincerely, "Would you like to be my disciple?"