There were two men with superb hands and eyes who had been playing a game of chess for many years and wanted to decide the winner; there was a swordsman who had not used a sword for more than ten years and kept his name anonymously, just for a promise; and there was a young man who left Liaodong in the 26th year of Tiancheng, when the war in Liaodong was in full swing, and went to the capital. He actually changed from a chess piece to a chess player, changing the direction of the world for hundreds of years.
There is a saying in the poem: Heaven is the layout, and people are playing chess. How many lives and how many are destroyed are difficult to get out of the game. The earth is the bed, the wind is the clothes, the world is the chess, and there is no regret in making a move.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
