Sovereign Rises in City

After waiting for Zhao Jinbao to savor a few mouthfuls, Lee Changmin smiled and pointed at the Go board in front of him, indicating that he could stop and start playing chess for the time being. After all, there was no conflict between tasting tea and playing chess.    

    

Perhaps the charm that he had unintentionally tasted was the most real and essential.    

    

Zhao Jinbao looked at the chess board in embarrassment and said awkwardly: Grandpa Lee, I can't play chess very well, you old man leave me some face, don't kill me so badly.    

    

"You've said it a second time." Lee Changmin did not reply, his fingers moved the Go Board slightly, and he said very casually.    

    

"Is that so?" Zhao Jinbao stared blankly, as he had completely forgotten what he had just said.    

    

"Yes, just now in the living room, you said that your chess skills were lacking."    

    

Oh, haha, I forgot, but my moves were not that good. Powerful chess masters can predict the situation for a few steps after that, and I'm only concerned about whether or not I'll be able to win the opponent's hand. As for the consequences, I don't have the awareness to ask. Zhao Jinbao truthfully told them his situation.    

    

His situation was also one of the common ailment of most chess players.    

    

Hearing Zhao Jinbao's words, Lee Changmin nodded his head slightly, and said: "They are young and young, their minds are much more pure than us, the older generation.    

    

Lee Changmin lightly took a sip of the tea in his cup and continued to speak: "But as youngsters, you should have some energy and confidence. Before the game ends, the outcome is still unknown, and as for you, the game has not even started, you should say that you're not able to handle it. This isn't the style of a young sect!"    

    

Lee Changmin's words made Zhao Jinbao's face flush red, as he lowered his head slightly and said: "I understand, Grandpa Lee."    

    

"Mm, it's good that you know." Lee Changmin revealed a smile, and paused for a while, before continuing: Furthermore, to only be concerned about the current situation, it might not be a bad thing. After all, in most cases, the victory will only come from a small amount of advantage, and only if you take every step of the way, will you have the upper hand in the final battle.    

    

"Reversing the wind and turning the tables is easier said than done. Although this kind of situation exists, it is still very rare. Because a lot of people have lost their will to fight before they had the chance to do so. "    

    

Zhao Jinbao listened attentively. Although Lee Changmin was talking about chess, he knew that the logic contained within was the true way of life. Zhao Jinbao knew that this was the truest thought in the heart of an old man who had seen through all the principles of the world.    

    

Perhaps these great truths would appear in some books, but the words on the books would always be ice-cold. As a reader, how many people would be able to feel the feelings of the author when he wrote these profound truths?    

    

The truest oral preaching may be more deafening than the wisdom of the book.    

    

"Grandpa Lee, I have remembered your words. Thank you for telling me these …"    

    

Zhao Jinbao was very emotional, but he was stopped by Lee Changmin. He smiled and pointed to the Go board, "Let's start playing chess. The red is not the first thing, you go first.    

    

"Yes!" Zhao Jinbao nodded. At this moment, it was as if all the distracting thoughts in his heart had been banished, all of his previous restraint and worries were gone at this moment. In his eyes, there was only the chess board, the tea set, and an elder that deserved his respect.    

    

Although his style of playing chess was still the same as before, Zhao Jinbao's style of playing chess had changed by a lot.    

    

Zhao Jinbao realized that, on the basis of not considering victory or defeat, he would just play by heart. In fact, playing chess was still very interesting, and the changes brought about by every step would involuntarily affect the heart of the player.    

    

Watching Zhao Jinbao slowly enter his state, a smile surfaced on Lee Changmin's lips. Although the other party's unruly method of committing suicide would make his head ache, he still enjoyed the process.    

    

In the face of a more professional chess player, one level of immutable chess will make the game more formal, but at the same time, it is also very boring. Only these "silly moves" and "stupid moves", which are not often seen, will add more unexpected fun to the game.    

    

Therefore, while Lee Changmin was trying to explain the reason to Zhao Jinbao, he himself had other feelings as well and he had other gains.    

    

The only sounds in the room were the sounds of sipping tea, dropping tea, and the soft sounds of thinking. An old man and a young man sat facing each other, and the expressions on their faces were very similar: one moment frowning and thinking, the next moment the corners of their mouths lifted slightly.    

    

As he was completely immersed in playing chess, Zhao Jinbao didn't feel the slightest bit of change happening in his body right now.    

    

Deep in his heart, those violent red factors were no longer as active as they were before. It seemed as if they had been affected by something. The ghostly light became dimmer, and its outer appearance also became a lot calmer.    

    

The surface of the dragon pearl at the center of his body was greatly reduced, and was gradually contained within his body. Although the golden light was no longer as dazzling as before, it became more solemn after it dimmed, giving off a strong feeling of thickness.    

    

An hour later, Chef Lin knocked on the door and said that the dishes had been prepared and could now be enjoyed. It was also the end of the third match, Lee Changmin calmly looked at the situation on the chess board and smiled, then said to Zhao Jinbao: "You have won this round!"    

    

Zhao Jinbao's expression relaxed, for three rounds, he had already played chess, and after using all his strength, he was finally able to win against Lee Changmin in the last round. But just as he was about to speak, Lin Miaomiao who was standing at the door took over: "That can't be, Grandpa Lee, you actually lost to Zhao Jinbao, you didn't go easy on him, did you?"    

    

As she said that, she deliberately jogged to the front of the chess board, looked at the match carefully, and confirmed that what Lee Changmin said was true.    

    

"Miaomiao, you can't say that. Treasure entry's chess can still be done that easily, you better not underestimate him!" Lee Changmin said with a smile.    

    

"Tsk, just him? He probably hasn't played many rounds. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like an expert!" Lin Miaomiao did not believe it.    

    

"Chess has an endless flow of changes. How can it be considered seniority? If you win, you win. If you don't give up or not, then that's fine."    

    

Then, Lee Changmin said: "Miaomiao, Jin Bao and I will tidy up the chessboard first and will be out in a while. Go and ask Qing Qing to bring out the good wine that I have stored."    

    

"Okay."    

    

After Lin Miaomiao turned around and left, she then watched Zhao Jinbao pointing and pointing at her back. In front of everyone, he really did not dare argue with her.    

    

A woman not only had short vision and hair, but if they really argued, it would be like having an extra mouth compared to a normal person.    

    

Therefore, as a man, Zhao Jinbao did not want to talk to a woman like her, but he still had to fight back. Even if it was a small movement behind his back, it was still the lowest class of people's most sincere resistance to the landlords.