"An eleven, a ten, a twelve, and a three-quarter rise, all at thirty-one."


    In the past, it should have been more than 2000 years ago. There was a child, and based on his current age, he could only be considered a child. However, in that era, he could already be considered a person that could live independently.


    This child''s parents had fled to this Chu City, and they all died soon after. The child also never told anyone about his origins or where he came from. Everyone only knew that the parents of this child could not farm, did not know business, did not know how to cook, and rarely interacted with others. As a result, both of them died from poverty. The only thing he had left behind for his child before he died was a long sword.


    Therefore, the local residents speculated that the child''s parents should be the nobles of some nation. Because after the Qin State was unified, it was difficult to get everything done under the roof without an egg, and it was rare for the nobles of the Warring States City to escape and seek refuge. In those days, only nobles could wear swords.


    After the death of the child''s parents, he was still living in a run-down house on the edge of the city. He must have been twelve years old, or thirteen years old. He refused to be a slave to the local rich and refused to accept the land allotted to him by the government. Every day, he would go fishing by the river with a fishing rod. Fish caught by fishing were taken to the market to be sold and barely made a living. At that time, the Qin Dynasty united all the empires and experienced years of war. Orphans like him were innumerable. So after a long time, the residents didn''t have much interest in him, but felt that he was a little different from the other children.


    Every morning, the residents would see the child. Carrying a fishing rod and carrying a long sword taller than himself, he slowly walked to the river bank and then sat down to fish. When he was fishing, he would draw a vertical grid on the ground, and then continuously draw on the grid.


    This was a technique left behind by his parents. If the residents knew that this was a ''chess game'', they would be very sure that this child was an aristocrat''s orphan, because this skill of ''chess'' was only spread among the upper class aristocrats.


    There were only two things children did by the river every day. One was fishing, and the other was playing chess with themselves. Until someone noticed that this kid could play chess. The man was the local pavilion master, who was somewhat reasonable, so the pavilion master was very curious, and he and the child played a game by the river, only to be killed by the child.


    The pavilion master thought about the child''s chess skills. Seeing the child unable to eat, he often brought the child home to eat. and ask about the child''s birth. The child, however, did not say anything. After a meal, he bowed deeply, thanked the pavilion master, then went back to the river to fish and play chess by himself.


    The pavilion master felt that this child was a very strange person, so he could not help but tell this to his colleagues. As a result, many people in the city knew about this matter.


    After some time, an old man passed by the city and came to the river. He asked the child, "I heard that you know how to play chess?"


    The child nodded his head. He was a man of few words to begin with. Generally, people with troubled fates in their childhood all had strange temperaments. The old man didn''t ask any further. He drew thirteen lines on the ground beside the river.


    When the child saw this, he did not say anything else and drew a square frame on the screen. The old man quickly drew a black frame on the sphere as well. The two of them made seven moves, and the child wiped the board off the ground. "I lost." Then he sat down by the fishing rod and stared at the surface of the water.


    The old man didn''t leave. He sat by the river with the child. After a long time, the old man said, "You won''t be able to catch them within two hours."


    The child continued to look at the river. Two hours later, the child stood up and looked at the old man. "Let''s play another round."


    The old man drew thirteen pictures on the ground with his sword. Then, each of them drew a symmetric four real and imaginary square box.


    The child dropped a little to the opposite side of the table. The old man didn''t continue to pester him, instead, he sat down in a circle in front of him. After thirteen hands, the child said, "I lost again."


    Now that the child was interested in the old man, he began to size him up. The old man was dressed in exquisite clothes, not sackcloth. Furthermore, he had a long sword with a black sword sheath. The child actually understood that the Qin Dynasty was still dark.


    The old man asked the child, "What is your surname? Where are the parents? "


    "My parents are dead. I don''t have a family name."


    "The pavilion master said your surname is Han." The old man said, "Your parents are not commoners."


    Looking at the black scabbard on the old man''s body, the child could guess that the scabbard contained a pure treasured sword. The child could not help but move the long sword on his body a little behind him. His sword did not have a sword sheath, and because of his figure, the long sword s were not much shorter than him, so they could not hide his sword sheath.


    "You like to play chess?" the old man asked.


    The child nodded.


    "I''ll teach you," the old man said, then erased the thirteen pieces from the floor and redrawn fifteen, still four stars, the child first.


    The child looked at the chessboard that had changed to 15 chessboard. The child had already changed a thousand times. The old man quickly landed on the 7th square. The sky was immediately covered with dark clouds, and the sun had disappeared.


    The elderly Eleven dropped down casually, and the black treasure sword on the chessboard slashed down onto the child''s head. The child barely managed to block it with his long sword. The long sword fell to the ground, the tip of the black sword sheath resting on top of the board. The child had lost, but he had eight more hands than he had on the path of chess.


    "I''ll come back tomorrow." The old man left.


    The child continued to fish, carrying the catch to the market in the evening. The next day, the old man arrived as promised.


    At that time, there were residents who were passing by and saw the river. Dark clouds covered the sky, and muffled rumbling thunder could be heard. They seemed to be able to hear the sounds of soldiers, but when they got closer, they could see an old and a young man kneeling on the ground, playing chess.


    After a month, there were seventeen slashes, and seventy-six of them. The child''s long sword slashed at the old man''s head, and the old man could only pull his sword out of its scabbard. To block the long sword. When the child stopped, the outcome was already decided.


    The old man sheathed his sword and drew nineteen lines across the ground once more. The child asked in surprise, "Not so many."


    "Yin Yang Wind Wind Lightning Fire Gold Bamboo Bird, Cloud Rain Beast," the old man said, "Add another two gods and ghosts."


    The old man said, "This time, I will be the first to fall."


    As soon as the old man finished his sentence, the child immediately noticed that the sky had darkened. Countless figures of people could be seen howling around them. Then the child fell to the ground, and he struggled alone in the murderous air. The killing intent on the chessboard was able to scare away the nearby birds, beasts, fish and insects.


    Half a year later, after the first 231 moves, the child controlled countless white shadows and killed countless black shadows. Then he knelt on the edge of the road and thanked the old man.


    The old man said, "Your future achievements will far surpass Wang Jian''s."


    "How many of your disciples are Wang Jian?" The child asked. He already knew that this old man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. Wang Jian was the general who led four hundred thousand soldiers to destroy Chu State. After all these years, everyone was still afraid of Wang Jian.


    "I only have one disciple." "You are the second. Can you promise me one thing?"


    The child looked at the 19 lines on the ground and suddenly understood what the elder meant. "Why did you teach me?"


    "Come here, I''ll tell you." The elder beckoned. The child stood in front of the old man, and the old man whispered something in his ear.


    The child knelt down. "I promise you."


    The child knew who this old man was and where he came from. In this world, there was no one who could truly defeat him, and the only one who could send troops, horses, fodder, and horses to sweep the world was Wang Jian''s master — — Wei Liao. Wei Liao was also the number one chess player in this world. It was not by chance that Wei Liao found him. After the Qin Empire unified the world, the news of him spying on others had spread throughout the world. The pavilion master told the others about him playing chess, and it was only natural that it would spread to the ears of the official. Furthermore, Wei Liao was the commander of all the spies in the Qin Empire.


    Now, Wei Liao had bestowed all his abilities to himself. The child knew that Wei Liao was about to leave.


    "Can you promise me one thing?" Wei Liao was actually pleading with the child. The child nodded.


    Wei Liao said to the child, "Do you remember your promise to me?"


    "I won''t forget." The child kowtowed.


    "Then I''ll give you a name." Wei Liao said, "Letter, don''t use your previous name anymore."


    The child pressed his forehead to the ground, his body trembling. He knew that if he hesitated for even a second longer, his head would be separated from his body.


    Wei Liao tilted his head and looked at Han Xin for a long time, then said: "I had originally already hesitated, and I had already wanted to kill you after you have mastered it …"


    "I don''t dare to forget." Han Xin kowtowed once again, as if his head was on fire.


    Wei Liao suddenly pulled the long sword out of the black sword sheath. In the end, he saw the black colored sword sheath tossed in front of him. When he raised his head again, Wei Liao had already walked far away. Han Xin waited until Wei Liao disappeared from his line of sight before he slowly placed his long sword into the sword sheath.