Esports coaches are demons

Chapter 167 Chang'an Memory

Lin Chen was even more surprised. Could it be that Shen Banxian really has some skills?

"I see that you are well-dressed, so you must be from a wealthy family. The surname Ke should be from the Ke family in the capital... It's a pity that you have a hard life..."

Shen Banxian paused, and his eyes moved to the young man's slender fingers.

"Let me guess, if the little friend's occupation is not related to hands?"

"You are Yuqing's friend. Could it be that you also play some kind of e-sports? But my right hand seems to have been injured. At present, it seems that it is impossible for a professional player. Presumably it should be... a coach?"

"Can you really figure it out?"

Lin Chen was stunned when he heard that, Shen Banxian naturally couldn't know Ke Yue, so how did he know this?
"If you don't search for it, you will know."

He took out his mobile phone with an innocent face, opened the screen, and there was Ke Yue's Baidu Encyclopedia information on it.

Lin Chen: "..." I forgot about this one.

The Ke family's affairs were too much trouble, Ke Yue's information was flying everywhere on the Internet, and it was not surprising that people recognized her on the street.

"Forget it, it's a headache to talk to you." Lin Chen said and wanted to take Ke Yue away, not to listen to this demigod's nonsense.

"Hey, Yuqing, remember to bring me a jar of the eight-treasure wine brewed by your grandfather!"

The old man was still shouting from behind.

Lin Chen waved his hand to signal that he knew it, and he slandered in his heart, "It's as if I didn't bring it to you in a year."

"Remember to perform well in the new season, I'm still betting on the black and white champion! If you can't win, let your grandpa pay me a stroke!"

Lin Chen covered his face, this person really didn't miss a chance of extortion.

"That Shen Banxian just now, you seem to be avoiding him?" Ke Yue couldn't help but find it interesting after listening to the conversation between them.

Lin Chen smiled helplessly, "If you were pestered by someone to be your master when you were young, you would have avoided it."

He explained to the boy.

"The old man was originally a Taoist priest on Zhongnan Mountain. Once he saw me at the door of his house, and he said:
'Young man, I see that your bones are strange...'"

"He insisted on accepting me as an apprentice, but I refused, so I simply set up a fortune-telling stall near my house and refused to leave."

The old Taoist has been sitting under the magnolia tree for more than ten years. No one knows where he is from. They only know that his surname is Shen. People on the street called him Shen Banxian. No matter how you look at it, you look like a charlatan.

Talking and joking along the way, and exchanging a few pleasantries with the neighbors in the neighborhood, the two finally arrived in front of the gate of Lin Mansion.

Lin Chen got the news early in the morning and immediately took the luggage from his brother.

"Brother, you are finally back."

Compared with the whole old street, the gate of Lin's house looks magnificent and grand, combining oriental aesthetics and western architectural structure.

Houses of this style are rare now, so Ke Yue couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

"The age of this building is quite old. The buildings from the Republic of China period have been preserved until now."

The white arches have been slightly yellowed, and the iron fence is covered with maple vines, which have been stained with a layer of nostalgic warm colors by the years.

he said with a smile.

"The Lin family's century-old practice of treating diseases and saving lives can be regarded as a solid foundation. During the war, the Lin mansion was also occupied by the invading army, and it was used as an intelligence base at that time."

"Look at the trace over there, it was left at that time."

The young man followed Lin Chen's guidance and looked over. Sure enough, almost half of the mansion was scorched black, as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

The two entered the door and walked in.

The further you go, the heavier the sense of history.

Passing through the grand gate, the inside is elegant and quiet.

Behind the gatehouse of the Lin Mansion, there is actually a deep courtyard with lush bamboo forests.

A large number of wooden structures, carved beams and painted buildings are used here, like the residences of rich families in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

In today's era, such a well-preserved old house is really rare.

In the whole of Chang'an, I'm afraid I can't find a second one.

Even the courtyard was left intact, and the icicles hanging from the eaves dripped water in the sun, causing ripples in the drainage ditch underneath.

In the center there is a large water tank according to the old tradition, but the water lilies in the tank have withered in the cold winter, and only the root stems are left buried deep in the mud.

In the spring of next year, sharp horns will still emerge and pure white and flawless flowers will bloom.

Stepping on the stone road with thin moss, there is a sense of a winding path leading to a secluded place.

Rao Ke Yue also had to sigh with emotion.

Being able to find such a peaceful and quiet place in this bustling and fast-paced modern city, the Lin family deserves to be a century-old family.

With only one gate, it seems to have passed through two eras.

Outside the door is the turmoil of the world of mortals, and inside the door is the bamboo forest garden, which is elegant and has never been disturbed by ordinary people.

Remaining and independent.

It is true that only such a century-old family can cultivate a gentle and modest gentleman like Lin Chen.

Looking at the mottled ancient monuments on the plaque, Ke Yue couldn't help but start to think, is there some kind of hermit master living here.

She also did see the legendary hermit.

When they came to the hall, Lin Chen's grandfather was sitting on a grand chair drinking tea.

"Grandpa!" Lin Chen shouted from afar.

Seeing the return of his beloved grandson, the old man immediately put down the teacup in his hand and walked over.

The hair of the old man in his sixtieth year has already turned gray, and his forehead is full of traces of vicissitudes that cannot be concealed, but his deep-set eyes are still deep and bright.

Dressed in a long gown, he is elegant and easy-going, and when he walks over, he walks vigorously, with a radiant look, as if he has a strong body.

It wasn't until she walked in that Ke Yue noticed that there were a few extraordinarily long white strands at the corners of the old man's brows, protruding out a small long-lived brow, and hanging down obliquely.

"Yuqing, it's been a week since your younger brother came back, and you just returned home, did you get stuck by something?"

Of course Lin Chen would not tell his grandfather that he was shot.

"Grandpa, this time I brought my friends from the capital home."

He smiled and introduced the young man beside him to his grandfather, "His name is Ke Yue. This year, he will stay at our house for the New Year."

Chinese New Year but not home?The old man had seen all the ways of the world, and immediately frowned slightly, realizing that the young man in front of him might have had an accident at home.

Even after talking about herself, Ke Yue also smiled and bowed, "Professor Lin Boli, I have long admired your name."

The old man was surprised. He never thought that there would be young people who could recognize his old bones.

"I have been retired for many years, and you can still recognize me at a glance." He instantly felt that this young man named Ke Yue was unusual.

"The junior had the honor to listen to your lecture in the capital, so I will never forget it."

Lin Boli did give a public lecture in the capital, and that lecture was about medical research on rev-f.

Beijing, surnamed Ke, rev-f, Lin Boli smiled, and told his life experience in a few words, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"There is a saying, there are friends coming from afar. Xianqing, hurry up and tidy up one of the guest rooms in the west wing."

The child in front of him knew the rules of etiquette, he had the ability to advance and retreat, and seemed gentle, but there was a hidden sharpness in his eyes.

He is hospitable by nature, and now someone wants to live in the house for a long time, and he is a young man who is very eye-catching, so it is naturally his wish.

As for the true and false, good and evil names of the Ke family, he has never cared about them.

Ke Yue also smiled, gentle and elegant.

In fact, she has never been to Professor Lin Boli's lectures in Beijing.She focused on the Lin family, and her impression of this respected old man was only limited by the contents of the newspaper.

It was not until today that I saw the true face of Mount Lu with my own eyes.

The words in the newspaper, being a teacher by example, full of peaches and plums, hanging the pot to help the world, and rejuvenating with wonderful hands, may not be enough to describe this old man.

The small hermit hides in the forest, and the big hermit hides in the city.

It is really rare to be able to find such a clean place in this world full of utilitarianism and fame, without any competition with the world.

The neighbors in the old street may only have an impression of him as an old man who knows a little bit about health preservation.

Who would have thought that the Lin mansion standing directly in the middle of the downtown area was actually the century-old Lin family that was written in medical textbooks?

(End of this chapter)