The work of the Go master

"So who is this person?!" Cang Yuqiao shouted.

Saito said slowly, "Have you heard the urban legend about a hermit monk living in seclusion at Yugenji Temple?"

I've actually heard of this urban legend about Cangyu Bridge.

It is said that deep within the Youxuan Temple, there lives a master chess player of unparalleled skill, who is also a monk. Only those with an extremely deep connection to him may encounter him in a secluded corner of the temple, and even then, they may only catch a glimpse of his back.

Along with this, there are also things like, "This monk has lived for thousands of years. He was originally a ghost. If you play a game of chess with him, a thousand years will pass in the outside world," and so on.

Of course, Cang Yuqiao would never believe these legends. If someone really had that kind of skill, they would have already dominated the Go world and made a name for themselves.

But Saito's implication is... that this legend is true?

Ke Zhiguang wants to play chess with ghosts?

Saito, of course, paid no attention to the many exciting little dramas unfolding in his mind. Instead, he slowly sat down and poured himself a glass of wine: "In short, we just need to wait and see. This game is going to be very exciting."

"Then...where should we watch the game?"

"I can't see it."

"can not see?"

"Shi Xin's chess records will not be leaked. Before each game, he would seal off the venue to prevent onlookers from peeking into the game."

"What about the players? After the game, can the players return to the game?"

Saito Shin took a breath and shook his head: "It's impossible. I've played against Ishiko, quite a few times, but I always forget what happened after the game."

"That's so mysterious?!"

Saito chuckled at his friend: "If you could delve deeper into your understanding, you would find that there are quite a few similar amazing things. Forgetting a game of chess is nothing special."

After being mocked for his lack of strength, Cang Yuqiao could only smile wryly.

“But…” With a sudden turn of events, Saito downed the entire drink.

Then he revealed a gloomy and depressed expression.

"But I remember the feeling during the match, Ishishin's moves... were too bizarre, simply incomprehensible." Saito rarely showed fear, but this was just fear; no one knew what he felt when facing Ishishin.

"That's Go that's already halfway to the realm of gods," Saito commented.

The two of them lowered their voices when they reached a crucial point in their conversation, so that the other students wouldn't hear the metaphysical part.

When Bai Meng learned that Ke Zhiguang was playing chess with someone of unknown origin again, she became worried.

She still remembers how she felt when she played against Kiyonuma Yuzawa that day; it was extremely painful, as if some supernatural force was at work.

Although Koji said he had taught Kiyonuma Yuzawa a lesson again yesterday, she instinctively felt that the matter was not as easy as he made it out to be.

"Miss Qingdao, do you know that Shi Xin?" Bai Meng asked.

"I wouldn't say I know him personally, I just have some idea of ​​who he is."

"Is he a good person?"

"Well... let's just say he's a good person, at least he won't do anything bad."

"That's good. I thought he was going to play some dangerous games again, like the day before yesterday, when he challenged the boss of the Black Market for my sake." Bai Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine—" Harujima Shika suddenly stopped speaking, and instead looked Bai Meng up and down, sizing her up and down.

A sudden realization struck me.

—Does that mean the match he was going to the day before yesterday was for you?!

In other words, he took the folding fan I gave him yesterday to save another girl?

Is that why he had no choice but to go?

—Damn it, give me back the folding fan I gave you on a whim!

The top floor of the barbecue restaurant is a nearly 100-square-meter Japanese-style room, which is a space composed of nearly 100 tatami mats and is connected to a balcony with excellent night views. It can be described as a luxurious space on par with a castle tower.

In the center of the room, Ke Zhiguang and the professional woman sat facing each other across a chessboard. Apart from that, there was nothing else. The long table that should have been in the center had been moved out.

It's as if we've traveled back a hundred years, to the prelude to a game of chess by ancient masters. They would first quiet down, enjoy the scenery, and wait until their emotions were right before making their move.

The woman placed a walkie-talkie aside, suggesting that Shi Xin himself would be in Youxuan Temple soon, remotely instructing her to play chess through the walkie-talkie.

The person was not seen, but the game of chess was.

The style is off the charts.

Although I couldn't see him in person, the oppressive feeling I had when I approached his back that day returned.

Koji Hikaru sat still, adjusting his breathing and heartbeat. This was the woman's instruction, hoping he could adjust his condition to its best. This expensive Kazama existed precisely for this purpose.

"That's enough." Ke Zhiguang ended his meditative state, which was like being in harmony with nature, and opened his eyes.

"There are no rules for this match," the woman said.

"In other words, I can spend an entire day thinking about it," Ke Zhiguang said.

Liu Nanru was killed by Jiang Liuer just like that.

"I will stop the game as needed, depending on Master Shixin's instructions. Please cherish this opportunity and don't try to be clever," the woman said coldly, perfectly embracing her role as a tool.

"learn."

"You need to give up a few points," the woman asked matter-of-factly.

Her tone made it clear that if Ke Zhiguang suggested breaking up first, she would immediately turn around and leave.

I'm afraid he'll end up throwing a room usage fee bill in his face.

Having suppressed his mischievous urge, Ke Zhiguang calmly said, "Two."

They chose the same specifications as Saito.

“Two sons…” the woman said meaningfully.

Then she started making the skewer.

Hey.

Hey.

One more tap.

She placed three pieces.

"I'll give you three sons," the woman said coldly.

Ke Zhiguang was stunned for a moment.

"I see. It seems I really was underestimated." Ke Zhiguang scratched the back of his head and smiled with his eyes closed.

"Then...shall we begin? Hmm?" He uttered a strange sound at the end of his sentence.

Chapter 82 You call this thing a symbolic spirit?

The game begins with the three pieces moving, and the woman makes the first move as instructed by the walkie-talkie.

Ke Zhiguang then made his move.

fall.

fall.

After placing another piece, the chessboard immediately became much more abundant with pieces.

A deep, steady voice, like an ancient bell, gave instructions over the walkie-talkie: "Seventeen out of eighteen, stand down."

"Nineteen out of fifteen, Bianxingjianchong."

"Seventeen out of six, bump."

It was as if a chess spirit had traveled through thousands of years to place its pieces on the opposite side of the chessboard, meticulously tracing the coordinates on the board to teach people how to play.

An immense pressure, like that of the deep sea, emanated from afar, engulfing the gentle room and obscuring the stars and moon.

Quiet.

Repressed.

The air is heavy and stagnant.

Because there is no clock, the concept of time disappears on this plate; an icy magic freezes everything that can flow.

A feeling of dizziness crept over me, and the night sky outside the window seemed to transform into Van Gogh's "Starry Night," spinning wildly.

There was also a ringing in my ears, and I could vaguely hear the laughter and chatter of other guests dining downstairs, as well as the sound of cars driving by on the road from outside the street.

Consciousness gradually sank, sinking into an ocean of nothingness...

Ke Zhiguang seemed to wake up from a dream, quickly shook his head, climbed out of the ocean, and cleared his mind.

A bead of sweat rolled down his chin and landed on the tatami mat.

In his calculations, several gears were stuck by tiny grains of sand, making a noise that prevented them from working.

Since this was not a formal game, there were no special effects on the chessboard, and he did not sense the presence of any other spiritual entities, which basically ruled out the possibility that he was being interfered with.

All the pressure comes from Shi Xin's playing style, the most natural and simple art of Go, whose power can only be felt by those who understand Go.

The game has now progressed to the seventieth move, and his three-piece advantage is not optimistic; it feels like his position is already teetering on the brink of collapse.

But more than the narrowing of his advantage, he was surprised by Shi Xin's strategy.

Bizarre, counterintuitive, and contrary to the principles of chess.

Take off your shoes where it seems absolutely inappropriate.

Abandoning a piece in a place where it seems absolutely unacceptable.

And placing a piece in the ethereal center.

Some classic, unorthodox, and even wicked moves seem to have become acceptable in his hands.

This is definitely not a matter of personal playing style.

He is playing chess according to a different set of thinking, or even a different set of rules.

It's indescribable, almost Cthulhu-level skill, driving the opponent into a state of frenzied sanity deterioration.