Chapter 065 Chapter 65

Early in the morning, Mo Xuanji opened his eyes and habitually said "good morning" to the void. Then he got out of bed and went to wash up. It wasn't until a long time later when he heard no response from the system that he remembered the system had gone into hibernation.

It turned out that he had become accustomed to the existence of the system without realizing it.

Mo Xuanji was stunned for a moment, then picked up the toothbrush as if nothing had happened.

The sun is shining brightly today, and a sweet scent is floating in the room.

Ji Sheng had recently become obsessed with making desserts, becoming insanely addicted. Since he was in a vegetative state and couldn't perform delicate operations, every time he came home, he'd see a sheet monster crawling around the dark dormitory, carrying various ingredients.

It was said to be post-traumatic stress disorder. The strange creature Ji Sheng was responsible for feeding him a large amount of bitter things in a dream. Even after several days, the horrible taste still assaulted his soul from time to time. Ji Sheng had no choice but to suppress it with sweets.

Mo Xuanji expressed sympathy.

After completing the monthly overseas assignment, there will be a vacation of neither too long nor too short. Mo Xuanji had nothing to do today. After tidying himself up, he turned his attention to Yuheng.

Inside the antique shop, Yuheng opened his eyes on the recliner. Everything around him remained the same as when he last left.

He took off the bamboo slips from his body, marked them, and placed them on the desk beside him.

While the system was away, there was a place he had to go. His intuition told him that once he got there, many of his doubts would be solved.

There is an exquisite bronze mirror in the study, which was placed there by the system specifically for him to practice the so-called "expression that a big boss should have".

Passing by the mirror, Yuheng glanced up and realized the corners of her eyes had turned slightly red. This added a touch of fragmentation, and while pleasing to the eye, it was something Yuheng absolutely couldn't allow to happen.

He frowned slightly, then conjured a brush from his hand and lightly traced the corners of his eyes. The scarlet eyeshadow perfectly concealed his skin. He smiled softly at the mirror, and his aura became unpredictable again.

Liuliu seemed to particularly like warm places. At this time, a ray of sunlight came in through the window and shone on a table. Liuliu lay there, stretched out his feathers, and basked in the sun lazily.

"Take good care of the house. I'm going out for a walk."

“Chiu!”

Who knows where the recent surge in traffic has come from, but the once deserted commercial street has suddenly become bustling. Yuheng noticed that several shops that had been closed for a long time had suddenly been transferred to new owners and were now undergoing renovations.

Yu Heng only took a quick look and didn't pay much attention. His eyes fell on an old man.

The old man sat in the shade of a tree, in front of him was a small, makeshift table with a chessboard and a jug of wine on it. His hair was gray, and he looked energetic, no more than sixty or seventy years old.

This place is remote and not often visited. The old man was happy to be idle, playing chess with himself and taking a sip of wine from time to time.

Yuheng was certain he had never seen him here before, so he became even more curious. He walked over to the old man, fan in hand, and chuckled, "Why are you playing chess here alone, old man?"

The old man raised his head and smiled kindly. "When you get old, it's good to play chess. But I just moved here a few days ago, so I don't have any chess friends yet. If you don't mind, why not sit down and play a game with me?"

"Okay." Yuheng said as he sat down and picked up a white chess piece. "Black, go first, please."

Compared to Mo Xuanji, Yuheng's personality was more spontaneous, but not without purpose. He had actually studied Go for a while and had some understanding of it. Unfortunately, he later gave it up to focus on his studies and never delved into it again.

I think Yuheng is set up to be a person who "can play chess". He plays very smoothly, as if he has muscle memory, and can eat up most of the black pieces in just a few moves.

The two players moved back and forth, and the black and white chess pieces gradually filled the entire chessboard.

The old man's expression grew increasingly serious, and his hand on the chess piece hesitated to put it down. Not only him, but Yuheng also felt a bit of difficulty at the end of the game.

It turned out that the poor chess skills of the original body lowered Yuheng's strength.

The game ended in a draw.

"Thank you."

The old man played with great enthusiasm, yet still felt a little unsatisfied. He looked up at Yuheng and asked, "Sir, you could have won this game, why did you give up at this point?"

Yuheng chuckled and looked up at the old man. "To me, winning or losing is not important. I'm sure you think the same, sir?"

In fact, he really couldn't tell the difference between any two steps. The old man was very powerful. With Mo Xuanji's half-baked consciousness, he was dizzy after just a few steps. In the later stages, he was just making random moves based on his feelings. It was really unexpected that the game ended in a draw.

But he couldn't really say these things out loud. When the system was not around, he had to maintain Yuheng's status.

The old man smiled when he heard this. "Yes, winning or losing is not important."

As the saying goes, judge a person by his chess skills. While the man before him possessed a gentle demeanor, his sharp edge subdued, his entire person like a piece of soft jade, his style of play was relentless and decisive, his movements unpredictable. With just a few moves, he nearly defeated him. Later on, perhaps feeling he had enough, his tactics softened, until the two sides reached a draw.

With the experience of this senior, he probably saw through his intentions at a glance, so he was willing to sit down and play a game with him.

Just now... this must have been a warning from the senior. Excessive probing made the senior unhappy, so he used this method to warn him.

The old man dispelled these thoughts, then stood up and bowed deeply to Yuheng.

If it were just a game between two "retired men," winning or losing wouldn't really matter. But now, he represented the top brass of the Ability Bureau, and the seniors were well aware of this. In this situation, winning or losing took on a different meaning.

The draw has already shown Yuheng's attitude. He will not stand above the official and despise the official authority, but he will not bow down to the official either. Now it is enough for both parties to maintain an equal and cooperative relationship.

This is the best result.

Although Yuheng was a little confused at first, he sensed something was wrong with his keen intuition, so he sat down opposite steadily and accepted the salute.

The old man sat down, took out a wine glass, filled it, and placed it in front of Yuheng.

"It's so rare to meet such a close chess friend, so I can't help but feel a little excited. Please don't blame me, sir."

"How could that be? Life is long, but a soulmate is hard to find. It would indeed be a joyful thing if I could meet one." Yuheng chuckled and casually opened his folding fan.

"Haha, yeah." The two of them chatted like ordinary chess friends again, and the secret tests and collisions just now seemed to have never happened.

The old man seemed to have opened up his mouth, and he talked endlessly about chess players throughout history. Yuheng listened quietly, occasionally chiming in.

"Speaking of... we have to mention the astonishing young genius in history, Shen Wuming. He was an excellent chess player at a young age, and he founded the Hanshan School. Unfortunately, he was ultimately remembered in history for his swordsmanship, and few people knew of his achievements in chess."

As the old man spoke, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Yuheng. Seeing that he still had a calm expression, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Their investigation yielded little information, save that this senior had once used sword energy. The beast he had sent only revealed that it had known him for three thousand years, but refused to elaborate further.

Since he was from that era...could the senior be the Sword Saint of their race? This conjecture was actually unlikely. Humans could not break the limit of their lifespan, so how could a Sword Saint live so long?

But what if?

Yuheng casually played with his fan, watching the old man quietly. As if seeing through his thoughts, Yuheng smiled faintly.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. Perhaps the sword is something more worth pursuing for him."

Shen Wuming, such a casual pseudonym.

As the expected time was getting closer, Yuheng felt that he could not delay any longer, so he stood up and said goodbye.

The old man, realizing it was inappropriate, didn't try to persuade him to stay. Out of politeness, the two agreed to "play chess together again next time." However, they both knew full well that there wouldn't be another time.

"Go back and don't disturb the peace of the senior." Looking at Yuheng's leaving back, the old man put his hands behind his back and said softly.

"yes."