Mu Lin began to regret this decision.
Who knew that Mr. Mo was so patient that he actually taught her for an entire afternoon and evening!
Mu Lin was originally a very smart and intelligent student, but he just couldn't get it right! He was so familiar with the basic rules, but when he really played chess, he was so bad that people wanted to call him a blockhead!
Mo Wangchen's smile gradually became somewhat helpless. He looked out the window at the sky. The moon was hanging high in the sky, shining coldly. It was already late at night. Learning chess is not a one-day job, so he simply waved his hand and asked Mu Lin to go back to his room to rest.
The chessboard and chess pieces in Mu Lin's mind had long since turned into a mess, almost floating away.
Such days were just the beginning. Mo Wangchen seemed to have nothing else to do, except taking a walk after dinner. He spent the whole day in the wooden house teaching Mu Lin how to play chess, torturing both Mu Lin and himself.
Sometimes he couldn't help it and touched Mu Lin's forehead and sighed that she was a blockhead.
Mu Lin felt aggrieved but unable to refute. This was the first person who disliked her for being stupid. Who told her that she was just not smart
Mu Lin's competitive spirit was gradually aroused, and he became more and more interested in playing chess. With a good teacher to help him, he actually made some progress after such hard work.
Mo Wangchen's standards for her had long been lowered to the bottom. Seeing her chess skills improving day by day, a gentle smile appeared in his eyes. He changed his encouragement policy and praised her every day, praising her so much that Mu Lin felt a little embarrassed.
A few days later, Mu Lin, who had accumulated a lot of experience, seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up. His chess skills soared and improved by leaps and bounds, as if he had a newborn talent and his brilliance was fully revealed.
She also really fell in love with this game and would even grin in her dreams when she thought about solving the game.
A month passed like this. Studying chess was like a deep-sea grassland, which was truly endless.
It goes without saying that Mo Wangchen's chess skills have reached the pinnacle. Mu Lin's level has changed from being able to be pinned to the ground by him in the beginning, to now being defeated after holding on for two or three hours, and to one game where he struggled for the entire night and the winner was still undecided... The setbacks are beyond words and can be written into a bloody history.
That day, Mu Lin read a book of endgame chess and quietly laid a trap while playing against Mo Wangchen.
After only a quarter of an hour, Mo Wangchen glanced at her lightly. Mu Lin smiled innocently, hoping that he would not see through her.
Her idea was indeed too naive.
Mo Wangchen's chess style suddenly became fierce, changing his previous calm and casual attitude, and one black jade chess piece after another fell accurately at his fingertips. Mu Lin saw the decisive and ruthless monarch in a trance. Wherever the sharp blade pointed, the army crushed through with a crushing force, conquering cities and territories step by step, killing the enemy army and making them throw away their armor and weapons, and soon they were defeated.
Mu Lin was the unlucky enemy who was against him. He was surrounded by invisible swords and shadows, and was oppressed by snow and frost at every step. He woke up only to find his back wet at the end of a game.
It was the first time that Mu Lin learned his methods and saw his true nature vaguely behind his chess style. She had always thought that he was a gentle and tactical gentleman, but now it seemed that even the gentlest man might have a hell in his heart.
This person is definitely not someone she can easily provoke. With her pitiful survival experience, she can't beat him at all. Even if she is sold, she will count the money for him.
Mo Wangchen, you can only respect him, you can't be his enemy, and you can't get involved with him...
The slight sense of unusualness that had been vaguely emerging from their day and night together was completely extinguished by her.
Mu Lin covered his face with the chess record, unable to bear to watch this tragic situation any longer.
"Yes, this young man is teachable."
Mo Wangchen was somewhat relieved. The style of playing chess follows one's personality. Mu Lin was originally straightforward and too simple-minded, but now he has learned to analyze the situation calmly and set traps for others without making any noise. His teaching of chess was not in vain.
Mu Linsheng glanced at him helplessly, as if to say, don't think she doesn't know that these are words of comfort.
Mo Wangchen chuckled, his words carrying a hint of helplessness as if he was trying to coax a child. His clear, soft voice was so pleasant to the ear.
"Mu Lin, you have learned some of my chess skills. If you work harder in the future, you may be able to surpass me..."
Mu Lin paused, took down the book and covered the chessboard, and said after a long while: "… Why are you suddenly talking about this? Are you going to chase me away?"
In some things, she is not slow, but very sharp.
Mu Lin had been living here for free for almost a month. If Mo Wangchen had such intentions, she really couldn't continue to disturb him. Zhongli had taught her to try not to owe favors to others. But she had nothing, and she really couldn't find anything to repay Mo Wangchen.
Mo Wangchen didn't comment, he lowered his eyes and put away the black pieces one by one. Mu Lin watched his slender, beautiful hands with distinct joints rise and fall, the shiny black chess pieces held between his fingertips, making his hands look like white jade. The black and white formed an extreme contrast, without any colorful embellishment, it was already a pleasing picture.
Mu Lin used to think that no matter how stunning and beautiful the appearance is, it will become ordinary after a while. For example, the beautiful ghost she saw on the Naihe Bridge was stunning at first glance, and she insisted on asking her father to take her back to be a maid. Unexpectedly, she got tired of it after ten years, and felt that her fairy-like beauty turned into a vulgar woman. In the end, she was found a good family and sent to reincarnate.
Mo Wangchen's appearance is also handsome, and his beauty is so beautiful that he is far more handsome than any other sexy ghost. However, he has a charm that goes beyond his appearance, which makes people want to see him more and more.
Love at first sight, never tire of seeing each other.
This man is like a jar of fine wine. The longer he drinks it, the more mellow it becomes.
There is probably a kind of person who is just like this, born to be extraordinary and unforgettable. They amaze the time when you first meet them, and they can also soften the years afterwards.
It's a pity that she gets drunk easily after drinking anything. I'm afraid she can't appreciate fine wine and she is not qualified to be the host of this wine.
Mu Lin had already made up her mind to leave. She couldn't enjoy such beauty for much longer. She put away the white chess piece and put it aside. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at Mo Wangchen quietly.
He tidied up the table and smiled at her, "I know you want to leave, and I don't intend to keep you. But Mu Lin, let me remind you that the North is not a place for you to go."
Mu Lin's expression changed slightly, her heart was like a lake in the rain, with layers of cold ripples, and then turned into deep fear in an instant. Since he knew, she had nothing to hide, and kept his words in her heart, but she was still a little curious.
"How do you know I'm going to the North?"
"It's just the art of face reading. Otherwise, how would Wang Chen make a living?"
A mysterious and bewitching light flashed across Mo Wangchen's narrow and long phoenix eyes, making him look unusually gorgeous.
Mu Lin didn't believe a word of it. She thought that her father occasionally calculated with his fingers, but three or four times out of ten he was wrong. How could a mere mortal like him be able to see through the secrets of heaven
Either he is not a mortal, or he has obtained a great opportunity that reaches the sky and the earth.
But this was Mo Wangchen's own secret, and she had neither the position nor the interest to force him to tell it. Her heart was too small, and she was exhausted by love and hate, so she had no time to care about anything else.
Things of the past, things of the present, and things of the future. Mu Lin is now only concerned with his own present and future affairs, or the affairs of the underworld.
A snow-white chess piece slipped out from her sleeve. She twisted it between her fingertips and tapped the tabletop. After tapping for a while, she stopped and asked seriously, "Sir, where can I go?"
Mo Wangchen didn't expect there was still a loophole, and smiled slowly:
"You are not willing to stay in the mortal world, so go and seek the immortals."
"Looking for immortals?"
The immortals who were expelled from the immortal list and unable to practice really don’t know whether they can be considered immortals now. They couldn’t help but feel a little self-deprecating when they heard this.
"Where is the immortal? What's the point of seeking him?"
If she were an ordinary person, these words would seem a bit arrogant.
"Asking is only to make sure that your conscience is clear,"
Mo Wangchen's eyes, which seemed to know everything, fell gently on Mu Lin. He said, "Mu Lin, go east. If you can cross the turbulent East China Sea, enter the fairy island Yingzhou, and climb the Baiwan Mountain, you will naturally find an opportunity to become a fairy..."
"… "
Mu Lin used his other hand to support his chin, and the chess piece continued to tap on the board from time to time.
"What does an immortal do, and what opportunities can he bring me?"
She didn't want to go without knowing the reason.
Would ordinary immortals dare to go against the Emperor of Heaven? If they knew her background, let alone taking her in and helping her with revenge, it would be considered a good thing if they didn't tie her up and hand her over to the Immortal Court for punishment, right
Xunxian asked, but to her it was just a joke!
Mu Lin has experienced a lot about the fickleness of human nature, so his mind has become clearer.
Without strength, isn't revenge just empty talk
It is not impossible to borrow external forces, but the human heart is unpredictable. For the sake of interests, for some kind of "self-help", backlash is only a matter of thought.
Only by relying on one's own strength can one be invincible. This was the last lesson Zhongli taught her by words and deeds, and Mu Lin felt it deeply.
"Orikawa, whether you believe it or not is up to you."
After that, Mo Wangchen never mentioned the matter again.
Mu Lin guessed that he was probably afraid of revealing too many secrets and being struck by lightning.
Being struck by lightning is really scary...
Mu Lin stared at the ceiling with her eyes open all night, and finally left with the melon seeds that Bai Lu had roasted for her.
As an exiled sinner, she seemed to have no other options except to try her luck in Yingzhou. The premise of finding a mountain to practice was that she could practice, right
Before leaving, Mu Lin hugged Bai Lu, bowed solemnly to Mo Wangchen, and said sincerely:
"Mr. Mu Lin will never forget your kindness in taking me in and teaching me. After today's farewell, I don't know when we will meet again. If we are lucky enough to meet again, Mr. Mu Lin will definitely not refuse if you need my help."
"Um."
Mo Wangchen responded, his smile still as gentle as jade, but he didn't say a single extra word.
However, Bai Lu watched Mu Lin's figure gradually disappear on the horizon, and couldn't help but sniffing, and tilted his head to pull the sleeve of his know-it-all husband.
"Sir, can we see Sister Mu again?" Bai Lu was reluctant to let her go.
"nature."
Mo Wangchen answered somewhat nonchalantly, his eyes reflecting the faint sunlight. Beneath the gentle appearance, his eyes seemed unfathomable and deep, as if he was facing the abyss.