Li Dongtian, sixty-eight, lives alone and loves to play chess.
All the old men at the chess stalls in Fangshi all know him - he is addicted to chess, has a tough mouth, and refuses to accept his fate after losing all his life.
He refused to accept losing to the humble old money man on the street. After practicing hard for a few days, he was invincible under the trees.
Then a young man came.
In a game of chess, Li Dongtian couldn't even place the pieces. That kind of crushing was not about winning or losing, it was about him not understanding the opponent's moves at all.
Everyone said: How can a bad old man compare with the genius of other sects?
Li Dongtian said nothing.
It was raining heavily that day, and everyone at the chess stall had dispersed. He was sitting alone in front of the chessboard, and the rain made the chess pieces snap.
He sat there all night.
When the rain stopped, all the chess cultivators in Fangshi felt that something had changed.
Later someone asked him: What did you realize that night?
Li Dongtian put out his cigarette and said: Just play chess, there is no such nonsense.
