Chapter 065 Chapter 65

In the early morning, Mo Xuanji opened his eyes, habitually said good morning to the void, then got out of bed to wash up. It was not until a long time later that he did not hear the system's response, and then he remembered that the system had gone into hibernation.

It turned out that he had already gotten used 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 has recently become obsessed with making desserts and is unable to extricate himself. Since it is difficult to perform delicate operations in a vegetative state, every time he comes back, he sees a sheet monster carrying various ingredients crawling in the dark dormitory.

It is said that this is a sequela of trauma. The monster that Ji Sheng was responsible for dealing with fed him a lot of bitter things in the illusion. Even though several days have passed, the horrible taste still hits his soul from time to time. Ji Sheng had no choice but to choose to suppress it with sweets.

Mo Xuanji expressed sympathy for this.

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 put his consciousness on Yuheng's side.

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

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 so that he could practice the so-called "expression that a boss should have".

When passing by the mirror, Yuheng inadvertently raised her eyes and took a look, only to find that the tail of her eyes had turned slightly red without her knowing when. This added a sense of fragmentation, and although it was pleasing to the eye, it was something that absolutely could not appear on Yuheng.

He frowned slightly, turned his hand and conjured a brush, and lightly drew on the end of his eye. The scarlet eyeshadow perfectly covered the skin, and he smiled softly at the mirror, and his temperament became unpredictable again.

Liuliu seemed to particularly like warm places. At this moment, a ray of sunlight came in through the window and shone on a table. Liuliu lay there, with all its feathers stretched out, basking in the sun lazily.

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

“Chiu!”

I don't know where the traffic came from recently, but the originally deserted commercial street has become lively. Yuheng noticed that several shops that had been closed for a long time were suddenly transferred to new owners and were now being renovated.

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

The old man sat under the shade of a tree, in front of him was a small table set up temporarily, on which was placed a chessboard and a jug of wine. The old man had gray hair and was in high spirits, looking no more than sixty or seventy years old.

This place is remote and not many people come here. The old man is also happy to be idle, playing chess with himself and taking a sip of wine from time to time.

Yuheng was sure that he had never seen him here before, so he became more curious. He walked up to the old man holding his folding fan and chuckled, "Why are you playing chess here alone, old man?"

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

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

Compared to Mo Xuanji, Yuheng's personality is more free-spirited, but not aimless. He actually learned Go for a while and has some understanding of it. Unfortunately, he gave it up for his studies and never studied it in depth.

I think Yuheng’s setting is that there is a person who “can play chess”. He plays very smoothly, as if he has muscle memory, and he can eat up most of the black pieces in just a few moves.

The two players exchanged moves, and gradually the black and white pieces filled the entire chessboard.

The old man's expression gradually became solemn, and his hand holding the chess piece did not fall down for a long time. Not only him, but Yuheng also felt a little tired 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 very well, but he still felt a little unsatisfied. He looked up at Yuheng and asked, "Sir, you can obviously win this game, why do you give up at this step?"

Yuheng chuckled and looked up at the old man: "To me, winning or losing is not important. I guess you think so too, sir?"

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

But he couldn't really say these 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, you can judge a person by his chess skills. Although the person in front of me has a gentle temperament and is very sharp, like a piece of warm jade. However, his style of playing chess is decisive and his moves are unpredictable. It took only a few moves to almost kill him. In the later stage, the opponent must have felt that he had enough, so his methods became gentler until the two sides drew.

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

Just now... it must be a warning from the senior. The senior was dissatisfied with the excessive temptation, so the senior used this method to warn him.

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

If it was just a game between two "retired old men", the outcome of the game would not really matter. But now he represents the top management of the Supernatural Bureau, and his predecessors are well aware of this, so the meaning of winning or losing in this situation has become unusual.

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

This is the best possible outcome.

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

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

"It's rare to meet 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 be a joyful thing if I could meet one." Yuheng chuckled and casually opened his folding fan.

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

The old man seemed to have opened up his mouth and talked endlessly about chess players in history. Yuheng listened quietly and occasionally agreed with him.

"If we talk about... we have to mention the amazing young genius Shen Wuming in history. He was a very good chess player at a young age. He founded the Hanshan School. Unfortunately, he was remembered for his swordsmanship. Few people know about his achievements in chess."

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

The information they obtained from their investigation was not much, they only knew that this senior had used sword energy before. And the beast he sent only revealed that it knew him three thousand years ago, but refused to say anything else.

Since he was from that era...could he be the Sword Saint of their race? This is unlikely. Humans cannot exceed the limit of their life span. How could a Sword Saint live so long?

But what if?

Yuheng casually played with his fan and looked at the old man quietly. As if he could see 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 also felt that it was inappropriate and did not try to persuade him to stay. Out of courtesy, the two agreed to "play chess together next time." However, they both knew that there would be no next time.

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

"yes."