His True Colors Chapter 1759-1760

 Chapter 1759

What was even stranger was that the old man was still the only one in charge of both sides, playing both white and black chess, and enjoying himself immensely.

        Han Qianqian had seen chess played before, and had seen many exquisite chess games, but never such a game.

        There was only one black piece, and anyone with a modicum of common sense would know that no matter how you played, black would not win. In other words, white had already won the game, so was it still necessary to play?

        "It is not a pleasure to have friends from afar, my son, go and serve the guests, and as for this young gentleman, could he accompany the old man to play a game of chess." The old man smiled slightly.

        Hearing this, Master Wang and Qin Qingfeng were clearly stunned, especially Master Wang himself, almost unable to believe his own ears.

        More than thirty years ago, his father had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared for more than a month, and since his return, he had been playing this kind of chess every day, and always playing two sides by himself, he had asked his father. He asked his father about it, but he wouldn't answer, and tried to have fun with him, but his father would never let him, saying that he was not talented enough!

        Wang Dong is one of the big shots in Tianhu City without sufficient talent and cultivation. How could he support such a huge family? But he was such a character, yet his own father dismissed him as not being talented enough to play chess.

        Although Wang Dong had held a grudge against this for a long time, over the years he had gradually worn it down and even forgotten about it.

        He was even more puzzled when he laid his eyes on Han Qianqian.

        Han Qianxiang's face was pale, his lips were dry, and he looked like someone who was seriously ill and could d i e at any time.

        Han Qianli looked at Qin Qingfeng and saw him nodding his head. Looking again at Wang Dong, he did not object, though there was some reluctance in his eyes, so he sat down.

        "My son, ah, pour tea for the guest." The old man smiled gently.

        "I poured him tea?" Wang Dong was shocked and incredulous.

        He said, "Senior, 3,000 is only my disciple, while brother Wang is a renowned swordsman in the Eight Directions.

        Han Qianqian also said, "Yes, Elder, Qianqian can't afford it, if you want to play chess, Qianqian will accompany you, and tea or whatever is not necessary."


        Suddenly, the old man slapped his palm directly on the chessboard and shouted angrily, "Pour the tea!"

        Wang Dong was shocked at the sound of a shout, because in his perception, his father had always been incredibly gentle and had never been so angry, and even though he was not happy, Wang Dong had to nod his head obediently, "Good. I'll be right there."

        "Soak up my good snow ash."

        When Wang Dong was about to leave, the old man's tone softened a little. It's the old father's lifeblood.

        Even this has to be taken out?

        However, Wang Dong didn't dare to take a word, and honestly ran the tea up and handed it to Han Qianqian.

        The old man nodded his head in satisfaction and waved his hand, "You go serve the guests, this gentleman can just play chess with me."

        Wang Dong responded and with three steps, he eventually took Wang Dong to a different courtyard, not daring to disturb him.

        As soon as they left, the old man smiled slightly and looked at Han Qianqiang, "How was it? Young man, do you have a way to break this game?"

        Han Qianli shook his head and was about to speak, but the old man raised his hand slightly, gesturing for him to take a sip of tea first.

        Han Qianqian took a sip. It was as if his tongue was being assaulted by ten thousand flavours at once, but the ten thousand flavours were surprisingly harmonious with each other, creating a very peculiar and exclusive taste.

        "Good tea." Han Giangli said from the bottom of his heart.

        The old man smiled slightly, "Snow ash is fried with ten thousand teas, its fragrant essence is taken, and the ash is burnt into seeds. Covered with cold snow, it takes a hundred years to grow into a single strain, which is why it is so delicate and exotic, but it has endured so much hardship that it has been able to combine the flavours of ten thousand teas into one, creating such a special flavour.

        Han Qianli nodded, as if he had understood the meaning of the old man's words.

        "What the old man means is that, just like this black game, although it looks like defeat is certain when surrounded by so many white pieces, once the obstacles are cleared, you can come back from the dead."

        The old man smiled and nodded his head, "You can teach me, as the saying goes, those who achieve great things look to the future; those who fail look to the present, and those who fail look to the future. Those who fail to do so abandon the future and focus on the present, so that they can do their duty and complete the present, which can be called small successes. Those who do not stick to the present and plan for the future will achieve great things."

        Han Qianqian cupped his fists: "Thank you for your senior's advice."

        The old man smiled, "Then this chess, what's your move?"

        Han Qianqiang also smiled and took out the black disc. Raising his elbow, he swept all the white discs straight down: "My move is, there are no white discs, only my own discs".

        After saying that, Han Qianqian slowly placed his black disc on the board.

        The old man was stunned, then laughed, "Interesting, interesting, indeed interesting. Without being confined to acting, one can work the way of all things, with the heavens as my own. The heavens are mine!"

        Han Three Thousand rose up in a row: "Three Thousand should thank the senior for his teachings."

        The old man stroked his beard, stood up lightly, and slowly raised his steps towards the outside of the palace until he couldn't be seen outside, but his laughter could be heard: "Everything in the world. How can teaching accomplish anything, the creation of the world, look at the heart, look at the can, little friend. At dinner, I have an important announcement to make, please wait for me."

        At dinner time, Wang Dong enthusiastically laid out a big banquet and invited Han Qianqian's three disciples. As soon as the three of them were seated, a woman dressed in red walked in quickly, her skin as white as jade and her small, delicate face as if it had been carved by heavenly craftsmen. She was as white as jade, with a delicate little face that looked as if it had been carved by heavenly craftsmen.

        A pair of slender legs were tied with a red and white cloth lining, which did not match her beautiful face. Instead, there was a bit more of a riverside atmosphere.

        The first time I saw her, she sat down on the table with a big grin on her face, picked up the food from the table and stuffed it into her mouth in a rude manner.

        Wang Dong's eyebrows furrowed: "Simin, don't be rude, can't you see there are guests present?"

        Wang Simin swept a carefree glance at the three of Han Qianqian and said, "Dad, when did you make such poor friends?"

        "You!" Wang Dong was so angry that he turned around and said to Qin Qingfeng, "Brother Qin is sorry, but my little daughter is stubborn, and Wang has failed to discipline her to the point of being unreasonable, so please don't be offended."

        "Ling Qianjin is also stubborn and straightforward in nature, so she is not in the way." Qin Qingfeng smiled awkwardly and sat down.

        "Si Min, why don't you call Uncle Qin?"

        "Uncle Qin? Dad, he can't be that seventh elder of the Void Sect who was crippled, can he?" Wang Simin, whose mouth had been bulging because she had been stuffing a lot of things, looked at Qin Qingfeng with great disdain.

Chapter 1760

Qin Qingfeng looked embarrassed and nodded, "Exactly my name."

        Wang Simin laughed coldly, "What, the Void Sect can't hang around anymore and came to our house to hang around?"

        Afterwards, she swept a glance at Han Qianqian: "This one is even funnier, and even more sickly. Is this the rhythm of dying at the first touch?"

        Afterwards, she muttered, "Such a man would be better off dead. He is so young, it's a waste of food to live or d i e."

        Xiaotao wanted to comfort Han Qianqian, but found that Han Qianqian just laughed and didn't say anything.

        As soon as they sat down, Xiaotao, knowing that Han Qianqian was not feeling well, chose some light food for him and put it down in a bowl. At that moment, Wang Simin's side sneered disdainfully.

        "You're eating something and you still want someone else to give you a pinch. Are you taking your hands to feed the pigs?"

        She has always been a strong woman, but she does not believe in evil, so she has been practising all kinds of magic ever since she was a child, to prove to everyone that women are as strong as men.

        Especially when she saw that Xiaotao was as beautiful as she was, yet she took good care of Han Qianxiang. The nameless fire was even more intense.

        Wang Dong was in a hurry and shouted, "Simin, didn't Dad teach you that you can't talk without eating?"

        "Dad did teach it, but he also said that people have to earn their own living, right?" Wang Simin stared at Han Qianqian and said coldly.

        The words were clearly directed at Han Qianli, who smiled and shook his head at Xiaotao, gesturing for himself. Although he didn't provoke this Wang Simin, she was still a nuisance in every way, and Han 3,000 knew that under the eaves, there was no one who wouldn't bow, let alone. He didn't want to stir up trouble at all.

        He just wanted to get through tonight as quickly as possible, and as soon as it was light, he would go to the east of the city to look for the whereabouts of the Pangu tribe. He wanted to recover Peach's memories as soon as possible, then allow himself to master the power of the Pangu Axe and save Su Yingxia.

        But as soon as Han Qianli moved her chopsticks, Wang Simin also reached there and directly took Han Qianli's food, Han Qianli didn't want to fight with him and switched sides, but she seemed intent on making things difficult for him. She soon followed suit.

        Han 3,000 moved again, she pressed again, and so on several times. Han Qianqian simply withdrew her chopsticks, while Wang Simin, for a moment completely unaware of the situation, thought that Han was going somewhere else, and suddenly failed to stop herself, directly slicing over a plate of food that was hitting her in the face!

        Wang Simin's entire white face was suddenly filled with vegetables and oil.

        Peach couldn't help but laugh in a low voice at the sight of it.

        Wang Simin jumped up, drew her sword from behind her back and slashed it on the table, shouting angrily, "You f*cking son of a b*tch, how dare you tease this young lady, I must ki ll you today!".

        Han Qianqian's eyebrows furrowed, this Wang Simin, is really wild. It was clearly her own fault, yet she wanted to blame herself.

        At this point, Wang Dong hurriedly stood up and stopped Wang Simin. He advised bitterly, "Simin, you are not allowed to make any nonsense."

        "Dad, you're still helping him at this time? Can't you see he's pouncing all the food in front of me?" Wang Simin snapped angrily.

        "Obviously you got it on yourself." Little Peach whispered in discontent.

        As soon as Wang Simin heard this, she glared at Xiaotao furiously, as if to swallow her alive, and Han Qianqian hurriedly blocked Xiaotao's body. Just in case this shrew went mad!

        "All right, Simin, visitors are guests. How can you be making a scene here? Listen to dad and sit down." After saying that, Wang Dong waved his hand. Hurry up and ask your slave servant to prepare a towel to wipe your face.

        After wiping her face, Wang Simin kept glaring angrily at Han Marchant, clearly still angry about what had just happened.

        The meal continued. But the atmosphere was so awkward that even the air was frosty, so Han Qianxiang didn't bother to provoke the shrew and didn't even bother to eat the food. She only focused on finishing the rice in her bowl.

        After supper, Han 3,000 and the others went back to the other courtyard to rest and sent Xiaotao and Qin Qingfeng away. Han 3,000 took off his shirt and sat naked on his bed, intending to settle down to cultivate.

        Although Han 3,000 had survived, his life was as thin as paper, and almost everything in his body had been severely damaged. The damage caused by the self-destruction of his golden body was so great that if it hadn't been for many coincidences, Han 3,000 wouldn't even have had a chance to survive.

        Normally, Han 3,000 should have recuperated for some time, but after learning that Xiaotao was the successor of Pangu, he was completely dissuaded from coming out of the Ciyun Cave, even though everyone tried to persuade him.

        At this moment, Han 3,000's room door suddenly banged open with a loud noise, and the entire door was directly knocked open by a strange force, smashing heavily against the wall and bouncing straight back, so you can imagine how much force the other party used.

        Han Giangli exhaled helplessly, he didn't need to guess who it was.

        "Dead sickling, you come out dead."

        As soon as the words fell out, Wang Simin rushed in with both hands on her sword, full of rage, looking at her cannibalistic appearance, the visitor was not good.