The sun rose in the east mountain, and the rooster crowed three times. Guo Jia, who had been waiting all night and was sleeping on the stone table due to the extremely tired and tiredness of the journey, opened his sleepy eyes. When he saw the light, he felt dizzy in front of him. When he stood up with his hands on the table, he could not stand firm for a short time and seemed a little staggering. At this moment, the cloak that was on his shoulder slid down to the ground.

"Are you awake?" An elder sitting opposite him was wearing a blue cloak, holding his hands on his staff and looking at him with a smile.

This person's movement was extremely small. If he hadn't spoken to him on his own initiative, Guo Jia would not have noticed his existence. However, it was precisely because of his sudden rise that Guo Jia was sleepy and exhausted in a short period of time. He remembered Sima Yi's incident:

"Sir, how is my little brother's diagnosis and treatment?"

The elder looked at the room where Zhang Zhongjing treated Sima Yi, and Guo Jia also looked over with his eyes:

It was almost dawn, but the candlelight in the room was still clearly visible. The severity of the situation made people feel a little worried. Guo Jia's expression was vividly displayed on the paper. The elder patted his shoulder and comforted him:

"No need to worry too much. Mr. Zhongjing is very skilled in medical treatment, so he can treat the materials himself without any serious problems."

Soon after, the candlelight in the room went out, the doors were open, and the boy walked out with a pot of black liquid. Seeing this, Guo Jia quickly walked into the door quickly and saw that Sima Yi was still unconscious on the couch, and Zhang Zhongjing, who was standing next to him, was wiping his hands with a white cloth.

"gentlemen..."

As soon as Guo Jia spoke, Zhang Zhongjing turned around and put his index finger on his lips to signal him to whisper, then reached out toward the door. Guo Jia understood and followed him out of the house. After going out, Zhang Zhongjing closed the door and asked Guo Jia:

"Who is the young man? Someone will poison him so much? If he sent him one day later, I am afraid that the god Daluo will be difficult to save..."

Guo Jia was difficult to guess why Sima Yi was poisoned. Fortunately, he learned from Zhang Zhongjing that the poison in Sima Yi's body had basically been eliminated as much as 90%. As long as the residual toxins are taken daily and should not be angry, they will definitely be cured after a long time.

Guo Jia had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally explained to Xi Zhicai and Sima Fang.

Considering that Sima Yi's situation has not stabilized, Zhang Zhongjing suggested that they should stay here for a few more days so that Zhang Zhongjing can observe his changes at any time and deal with them in a timely manner when urgently. This coincides with Guo Jia's idea, so he happily agreed:

"It's so best, so I have to bother you for several days."

The next morning, Guo Jia, who had not had a good sleep for a long time, stretched out from the room and happened to see the boy sitting by the stone table closely watching the chess game of the stone plate on the table. Guo Jia is also a good chess game, and he walked up to watch with interest when he saw this. After he looked closely, he found that the boy was twisting the white pieces in his hand, and the black pieces on the chess board had already gained the advantage, and the white pieces had no chance of winning.

"I dare to ask my little brother, who are you playing chess with just now?"

In Guo Jia's opinion, those who can play such a superb chess must not be ordinary people, so he was very curious.

The boy still stared at the chessboard intently, but he didn't ignore Guo Jia, and answered without looking at him:

"This is a game between me and Pang Degong a few days ago."

Pang Degong was a great sage in Jingzhou and had long been famous. His reputation was second only to Sima Hui and Zuo Ci.

Guo Jia has long heard that his chess skills have profound attainments, and his son Pang Shanmin is also an outstanding talent.

If you lose to him, there is nothing to be ashamed. Guo Jia continued to ask:

"You can play chess with Pang Degong at this point, which shows that you are also a master of chess."

At this time, the boy looked up at Guo Jia, smiled and said, "I am holding a black man..."

Simple words are enough to shock anyone's mind. Guo Jia couldn't help but reevaluate the young man in front of him who was about the same age as Sima Yi. The strong talent emitted from him was radiating a strong light. It was almost the same as Sima Yi. In the future, this person might become an amazing person, which was enough to intimidate all sides.

Just as Guo Jia was thinking, the boy looked at him in a daze and felt very strange, so he asked:

"Do you play chess too?"

"I can't say I can, I just know a little bit."

After hearing Guo Jia's words, the boy's eyes released a rare brilliance. He took all the black and white pieces on the table back into the cup, pushed the chess cup full of black pieces to the opposite side of him and invited Guo Jia to sit down:

"Since that's the case, I dare to ask you for a game."

Guo Jia thought that Sima Yi had not yet woken up, so it was okay to pass the time with him in the next game. He could also use the chessboard to further understand the boy's inner world. It was a killing two birds with one stone, so he happily accepted the boy's proposal and sat down.

Because the boy was young, Guo Jia asked him to take Bai Zi first, and the boy was not polite, so he immediately raised his hands.

"By the way, why did you take me through the high pit in the yard yesterday?"

Before making a move, Guo Jia accidentally discovered the interesting ground in the yard. He couldn't help but think of the doubts in his heart yesterday. He couldn't help but be curious and finally asked.

The boy was about to answer, but suddenly the door was kicked open rudely. Then a few people stood at the door and shouted loudly: "Get out of Sima Yi!"

As he said that, he walked in alone, and just as he crossed the threshold, the big stone on the door fell down, and he immediately knocked it out. The leader raised the long knife in his hand and slashed it on the threshold. The boy looked at the group of people who came to find fault with him, stood up and walked to the stone slab in the courtyard without saying a word. The leader asked in a frustration when he saw this:

"Are you Sima Yi?"

The boy still looked at them coldly and never answered their words. This annoyed them. The leader pointed his knife at the boy and shouted, "Catch him up!"

Three or four people behind him obeyed the order and rushed towards the young man with a knife in his hand. Guo Jia, who was sitting on the stone bench, looked at the young man's calm face, knowing that he had a plan to retreat to the enemy and did not need to intervene by himself. So he sat in the place and reached into the chess cup and kept stirring the chess pieces inside, watching them step into the potholes.

For some reason, they didn't know that the low-lying areas could not be stepped on. When they stepped on it, they only felt that the soil on the ground was a little soft. It was too late to react. Everyone fell into the pit and was stabbed by the sharp green bamboo below, and the wailing sounds continued.

The leader saw that there was an organ on the ground and immediately realized that it seemed that the high pit could be walked. He took the rest of the people and walked forward carefully. There was no problem with the first few steps. At this time, they felt relieved and continued to grop and move forward.

At this time, the boy suddenly smiled, and everyone suddenly felt something was wrong. Soon, several short arrows were shot out from the surrounding fence covered with straw. Most of them shot, and the leader's knee was also shot with an arrow, and he knelt on the ground because it was difficult to walk.

"You boy!"

At this time, the young man spoke: "If you move forward, I can't guarantee that your life will be saved."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the leader pulled out the arrow from his knee and threw it on the ground, and pulled out the people in the pit and left in a mess. The boy turned around and looked at Guo Jia and looked to the courtyard and said, "Is this the answer to you?"

Guo Jia stood up and clapped his hands and smiled: "It's so amazing. I just think how did you take me away yesterday so close to the Big Dipper."

The boy looked at Guo Jia's clear and sharp eyes and realized that the person in front of him was not a thing in the pool. He was immediately very interested in the next chess game, so he returned to his original position and sat down: "Let's continue."

Just as Guo Jia was about to make a move, a white pigeon suddenly flew from the sky and landed on his shoulder. When Guo Jia took off the letter from the pigeon's legs, he first recognized that this was Xun Yu's handwriting.

He smiled knowingly. He thought it was a message of the times, but when he opened it, he immediately fell into a state of dullness...

The shocking four words in the letter made him unable to calm down: the opera master is dead...
Chapter completed!