I’m really immortal Chapter 79

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After the Dragon Boat Festival, the plum rain continuously poured down, and the attached middle school gave two days off before the college entrance examination, which would start on the 7th of this month.

On the 5th of June, the Bai month, the Yi day of the lunar calendar, the plum rain continued.

The continuous drizzle made the room feel damp and uncomfortable. Liu Chang’an lit a charcoal fire to dry the air, and the indoor and outdoor temperatures were both low. He didn’t sweat much while doing so.

Liu Chang’an remained calm and peaceful. He got up early, cooked dried mustard greens and meat strips, and made a bowl of stir-fry noodles. Then, he started writing a poem, imitating Zhuge Liang’s “Out of the Deception”.

After finishing, he didn’t wait for the ink to dry and threw the paper into the fire pit. This was how many famous masters in history had treated their works. For many people, it was difficult to get a single word from a famous calligrapher, and it was not surprising that every piece of calligraphy might not be satisfactory.

Outside, the loach in the water tank was still alive and jumping around after being fed bean dregs every day. Some had already recovered their ability to dig holes and burrow in the mud. Compared to the yellow eel, the loach was more lovable. Although the yellow eel was delicious, its appearance was a bit disgusting.

Liu Chang’an applied another layer of tung oil to his paper umbrella and roasted it by the fire pit for a while, watching the shiny and luminous umbrella surface glow. Then, he held the umbrella and went to Lao Lao’s bookstore to find a book.

Lao Lao was not in the store. The shop owner said he had gone to Baisha Park to play chess.

Baisha Park was built on a small hill in the city, with a pavilion on top of the hill. It was surrounded by many stories and legends. Many times, domestic scenic spots were established based on historical records or poems, and it was easy to develop a humanistic tourist attraction. With thousands of years of history, countless literati, poets, officials, and legendary figures, any place could be turned into a scenic spot with a temple, a ancestral hall, and a tour guide company.

Compared to others, Baisha Park was relatively authentic. The park had the ancient White Sand Well, which had been in use for thousands of years. The well was probably named during the Ming dynasty. During the Qing dynasty, many poor families would fetch water from the well and sell it throughout the city to make a living. In the later years, the people who came to fetch water increased, and some retired old men would come every morning to fetch water, occasionally spilling water all over the ground and getting hurt.

Liu Chang’an walked up to the park with his umbrella, slowly walking up the mountain. At the top, there was a long corridor of over 100 meters, with pavilions and halls. Some middle-aged photography enthusiasts were taking pictures of a middle-aged woman, who was waving a colorful silk handkerchief and displaying her beautiful figure. Her belly and hips, which were not fully covered by the blouse, were indeed lovely.

Liu Chang’an watched the lovely woman waving her handkerchief for a while and then walked to the most inner pavilion, where Lao Lao was playing chess with a bad face.

“I’m not as good as I used to be,” Lao Lao said. “In the past, I was the champion here, and none of you could be my opponent.”

“You should accept your defeat, Lao Lao,” someone said. “This is no longer your territory.”

Liu Chang’an pulled Lao Lao’s sleeve and waved his hand. “Let me play against him. I’ll use the three strategies you taught me.”

Lao Lao was taken aback, feeling as if he had encountered Liu Professor again. He couldn’t help but agree.

“You want to use my three strategies? I’ll give you a pawn,” Lao Lao said. His opponent didn’t dare to underestimate Liu Chang’an, but as Lao Lao’s helper, he couldn’t be too powerful.

After a while, Lao Lao burst into laughter. “You’ve lost, let’s play again! You’re going to be crushed!”

The chess game ended with Lao Lao’s victory. Liu Chang’an won several rounds in a row, making Lao Lao’s face turn red.

After the game, Lao Lao sighed, facing reality. “In the past, your father and I were the champions of the chess corner in Baisha Park. We took turns being the champion, but now, our subordinates have all become powerful…”

Lao Lao wiped his eyes, thinking of his past and the gray-haired Liu Professor, who had destroyed his opponent with a few words.

Liu Chang’an didn’t reveal whether he was the king or took turns being the champion. He smiled and asked, “What happened to the female student who was involved in a scandal with Liu Professor?”

“What’s the point of asking about this?” Lao Lao asked, looking at Liu Chang’an strangely. “It’s all in the past.”

“I just want to ask.”

“I’m not very clear. It was many years ago… My wife said she saw her two years ago.”

Lao Lao nodded and tapped the chessboard. “I’ll treat you to dinner, and we can play two more rounds?”

“No problem, let me show you my ancestral secret techniques.”

“Really? I thought your father was boasting.”

“Was he the kind of person who boasted?”

“He was indeed the kind of person who boasted a lot. He even said he had an ancient manuscript of the ‘Dream of the God of the Machine’, but when I asked him where it was, he said he buried it and forgot where…”

Liu Chang’an and Lao Lao played chess for a day, and Liu Chang’an couldn’t help but think of Su Xiaocui, who had been involved in some unclear matters. He didn’t like to force others to reveal secrets, but it made him think of some experiments he had conducted as Liu Professor. Although they seemed insignificant at the time, they might be useful now.

Qin Peng had entrusted Qin Yanan to him, and he couldn’t use the same methods he used on Su Xiaocui.

When he returned home, Liu Chang’an took out the wooden book box from under his bed and opened the diary. He then found the experiment log, but unfortunately, the log only contained some idle and insignificant records, lacking key information.

Fortunately, the college entrance examination was approaching, and he might have a chance to access the dusty logs again.

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