Zongman: The post-2D era

He turned around, his back to the woman, and said in a cold but firm voice: "Your daughter wants to 'kill' me while I'm playing chess, so that you can stay in your current state. The game will not end and you will not die."

"But, if she had believed me, you could have been reborn in Utopia and no longer be a prostitute!"

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the woman sitting alone on the ground, her vision blurred by tears.

Chapter 611: Heavenly Dao of the Medicine House World

Sunday, March 5

Green and Green Hall is located in the private room Qianjin Pavilion on the top floor.

A figure slowly approached. Although the figure was weak, it exuded a firmness and determination.

Feng Feng looked at the woman, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He saw the woman's determination and sacrifice, and also saw her deep attachment to her daughter Maomao.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, then stretched out his hand and said, "You won the game against Luohan, why are you here?"

His eyes met the woman's, and it seemed that at this moment, all words became pale and powerless, and only eyes could convey their inner feelings.

Feng Feng's words were like cold water that extinguished the fire of hope in the woman's heart, and her face turned pale in an instant.

She struggled to get closer, but fell to the ground due to weakness.

Feng Feng looked at her, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but he knew that he had to make a choice. He turned around, with his back to the woman, and said in a cold and firm voice: "Your daughter wants to 'kill' me while I'm playing chess, so that you can stay in your current situation. But I can't die yet."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the woman sitting alone on the ground, her vision blurred by tears.

Feng Feng turned around, his steps were firm and powerful, as if he was fighting against fate with every step. His back looked lonely and resolute in the moonlight, as if he was ready to face everything.

He gently stroked his neck, and the red mark there was gradually fading, as if it was a mark left between him and the cat. He smiled slightly, and that smile was full of bitterness and helplessness, but he did not stop, but continued to move forward.

The woman sat on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking her dress. Her eyes were empty and confused, as if she had lost all hope and support.

However, when Feng Feng's back disappeared from her sight, a hint of firmness and determination flashed in her eyes. She struggled to stand up, and although her body was still weak, her eyes were full of strength.

She looked towards the palace, as if she saw her future path. She knew that she had to fight for her daughter, and she would not give up no matter how many difficulties and challenges lay ahead.

Feng Feng waved his hand, as if to dispel the noise and disturbance of the whole world. The strange vision in the sky dissipated like a broken mirror, the stars hid in the endless darkness again, and the moon also lost its light, as if it was swallowed by this power.

In the imperial palace, the originally solemn and dignified hall was now filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Luohan stood under the porch, his face as pale as paper, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He coughed, and every cough seemed to exhaust all his strength. His hand tightly grasped the chess piece, and the sandalwood scent on the chess piece seemed to be even stronger at this moment, but it could not hide his weakness.

He looked into the distance and saw Feng Feng. He knew that he had lost. Not only on the chessboard, but also in the hands of fate.

He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. This world was not something he could control after all. He could only do his best and accept the outcome.

The sky suddenly turned gloomy, and dark clouds gathered, as if to swallow up the whole world. Amidst the thunder and lightning, heavy rain poured down, like the roar and catharsis between heaven and earth. The rain hit the tiles of the palace, making a crisp sound, and merged into torrents flowing down the eaves, forming curtains of water.

Feng Feng stood in the rain, letting the rain soak his clothes. His eyes were firm and deep, as if he had traveled through time and space and saw the hope of the future. He knew that this rain was a baptism for him and also a test for him. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the freshness and strength brought by the rain.

In the rain, he saw the woman's figure. She was also struggling to come in the rain. Although she was weak, her eyes were full of firmness and determination.

Their eyes met in the rain, and it seemed that at this moment, the world was silent.

Wang sat quietly on the dragon throne in the palace, his eyes deep and firm. The Emperor's Sword in his hand shone with a cold light, and the blood on the sword had dried, forming dark red marks. He gently stroked the sword.

Suddenly, he stood up, his eyes swept across the empty hall, and finally fell on the dragon throne. He walked towards the dragon throne step by step, and each step seemed to carry endless determination and strength. When he arrived in front of the dragon throne, he stopped and took a deep breath.

Then, he raised the Emperor's Sword, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky, as if declaring war on fate. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he swung the sword downwards, the blade cutting through the air with a crisp sound.

Around the woman, the sky suddenly cracked open, and streaks of lightning roared down from the clouds like angry silver dragons, illuminating the dim earth.

The lightning was not aimless, its target was the ground beneath the woman's feet. As the thunder roared, the ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and huge cracks spread out, like a huge chessboard unfolding under the woman's feet.

The crack spread very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it extended to Feng Feng's feet. He stood in the rain, his eyes fixed on the woman, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but more of it was determination and understanding.

He knew that all this was fate's arrangement and a challenge he had to face.

Feng Feng shook his head and said, "The Heavenly Dao is like a chess game, but it only has six levels. Luohan, you have been playing chess for many years, but you are still stuck at the third level. Although you and I are evenly matched, today's game has already been determined."

His words revealed an indescribable sadness and helplessness, as if he saw the wheel of fate ruthlessly crushing everything.

Luohan's face became paler and paler, and his hand holding the chess piece trembled, as if he wanted to grasp the last glimmer of hope. But Fengfeng's words were like an invisible sword, piercing all his fantasies.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down and landed right in the crack under Feng Feng's feet. The crack instantly expanded, like a giant dragon's mouth opening, swallowing everything around it. Feng Feng remained unmoved, his eyes remained firm, as if he had seen through the cycle of life and death.

Feng Feng shook his head and said, "The Ren clan borrowed the luck of the dynasty, and the Arhats aroused the belief in Buddhism. You want to participate with the art of Jianghu chess? This game is beyond your control."

As he finished speaking, the sky darkened again, as if a thicker black curtain covered the world. Thunder rumbled, as if it was the roar of the gods, shaking everyone's heart. Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning struck down, directly towards Feng Feng.

Feng Feng's eyes focused, and he rushed forward instead of retreating, rushing towards the lightning. The chess piece in his hand turned into a stream of light, colliding with the lightning. Suddenly, an explosion sounded, and light splashed everywhere, as if to illuminate the whole world.

In the light, Feng Feng's figure gradually disappeared, leaving only a deep voice echoing in the air: "The way of Jianghu chess is just a game on the chessboard of heaven and earth. The real victory or defeat has already been determined."

At that moment, blood welled up at the corners of the woman's mouth, her face was as pale as paper, but her eyes were still firm. She slowly raised her head and looked at the deep and dark sky, her voice filled with endless determination and maternal love: "I am willing to die in exchange for my daughter's happiness for the rest of her life."

As her voice fell, the sky suddenly became unusually quiet, as if all sounds were shocked by this endless maternal love.

A soft light emanated from her body and gradually spread to the entire sky. The light was warm and bright, as if it could illuminate all the darkness and despair.

The woman's silhouette gradually became blurred, her body seemed to be surrounded by the light, and then slowly disappeared into the air. But her voice still echoed in everyone's heart: "I am willing to die in exchange for my daughter's happiness in life."

"I said you don't have to die."

Feng Feng stepped into the void and ascended to heaven in nine steps. Each step seemed to cross a world. The nine-story building behind him was shining with golden light, like the heavenly palace in mythology, dazzling and shocking. His figure was looming in the golden light, like a real god descending to the earth.

As he ascended, the air around him seemed to ignite, forming a golden sea of ​​fire. Thunder rumbled behind him, like the war drums of the gods, cheering him on.

When Feng Feng took the ninth step, a golden halo suddenly appeared around his body. The halo was so bright and dazzling that it seemed to dye the entire sky golden.

Behind him, a huge crack slowly opened up, as if the sky was opening a door to another world for him. On the top of the nine-story pagoda, the Emperor of Heaven's clone stretched out his hand.

Chapter 612: Courier of the Medicine House World

Monday, March 6

The Green and Green Pavilion is located in the private room Qianjin Pavilion on the top floor. Bai Ling carefully poured tea for Feng Feng.

The morning sun shines through the delicate window lattices into the Qianjin Pavilion of the Green Pavilion. Bai Ling, dressed in a light green dress, looks like a newly blossoming magnolia. She gently pours a cup of fragrant tea for Feng Feng, who is sitting by the window. The fragrance of tea fills the air, along with the faint floral scent brought by the breeze outside the window, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Suddenly, a melodious sound of stringed instruments was heard, the sound was as pleasant as the sound of nature, as if it was music floating down from the clouds.

Bai Ling and Feng Feng both stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the source of the sound. They saw a group of musicians in gorgeous costumes playing in a courtyard not far away.

Their fingertips danced on the instruments like dancers on the stage. The music was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low and winding, as if telling an ancient and beautiful story.

Bai Ling and Feng Feng were both deeply attracted by the music, as if they were in a dreamlike world.

As the music rose and fell, Feng Feng couldn't help but fall into deep thought. The half-foot shadow of the nine-story building in front of the table gradually became clear, as if it was a door leading to another world.

The door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

Bai Ling saw the change in Feng Feng's expression and couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity. She saw the shadow in front of Feng Feng, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She asked softly, "Feng Feng, what did you see?"

Feng Feng came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head: "Nothing, just remembered some past events." But there was a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if that memory was of great significance to him.

On the third floor of the nine-story building, a quiet and elegant space appears before your eyes. The sunlight shines through the translucent gauze curtains and softly falls on the exquisite floor tiles, forming mottled light and shadow.

In the center, an antique Go board was quietly placed on the sandalwood table, with black and white chess pieces arranged in an orderly manner, like a silent poem.

Maomao's mother, a gentle and dignified woman, sat on one side of the chessboard. Her eyes were deep, revealing a calm and resolute temperament.

Her fingers were slender and powerful. She gently picked up a black piece, hesitated for a moment, and slowly placed it in a corner of the chessboard.

As the chess pieces fell, a clear piano sound seemed to ring in the air. Maomao's mother frowned slightly and stared at the chessboard, as if thinking about the next move.

There was a gleam of wisdom in her eyes, as if she was playing against fate on the chessboard, fighting for an unknown outcome.

On the second floor of the nine-story building, Maomao saluted Fengfeng respectfully and said, "Thank you for saving us mother and daughter." Her words were full of gratitude and respect. Fengfeng smiled and shook his head, indicating that she didn't need to be so polite.

Maomao stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the scenery in the distance. Her eyes revealed a kind of firmness and determination, as if she had made an important decision.

She turned to face Feng Feng, bowed deeply, and said, "Master Feng Feng, I want to ask you a favor."

Feng Feng was slightly stunned, then asked gently: "What is it? As long as I can help, I will do my best."

Maomao bit her lip, as if she was hesitating about how to speak. But she finally gathered her courage and said, "I want you to accept me. This is the only way I can atone for my sin."

Feng Feng shook his head: "You built this nine-story building as a shop, and you didn't do anything to me."

When Maomao heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he bowed deeply again: "Thank you!"

Bai Ling, who was beside Feng Feng, saw Feng Feng and Maomao talking happily, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious. She approached Feng Feng and asked softly, "Sir, what will happen to Maomao?"

Feng Feng glanced at Bai Ling, a warm smile flashed in his eyes. He gently patted the back of Bai Ling's hand and said softly: "Don't worry, she will have a better development. She has innate talent and firm determination. As long as she works hard, her future will be limitless."

As Feng Feng finished speaking, the atmosphere in the courtyard seemed to become more harmonious. Maomao stood aside and heard Feng Feng's evaluation of her, with gratitude and expectation flashing in her eyes.

She knew that this was an important turning point in her life and the starting point of her pursuit of the heavens and all realms.

Feng Feng's words were like a spring breeze, injecting new vitality into Bai Ling and Maomao's hearts.

He leaned down slightly, and the smile on his face was like the sun in the spring breeze, warm and bright. He pointed to the vast sky, where the white clouds were floating, as if they were within reach.

"Look at the sky, it's high and deep. The way of martial arts is to feel the vitality of the world, resonate with it, and use its power to cultivate yourself and strengthen your mind. Each floor represents a realm and an understanding. Now, you are standing at the starting point of the ninth floor. The road ahead is full of infinite possibilities."

Following Feng Feng's words, Maomao seemed to see her future self, going further and further on the road of martial arts, becoming more and more determined. Her eyes flashed with a determined light, as if she had seen the moment when she stood at the pinnacle of martial arts.

Feng Feng tilted his body and said with a smile: "The second floor now has the ability to transmit items and messages. Cat, you are on the second floor, do you know what this means?"

Maomao blinked, a thoughtful look on her face. Feng Feng's words were like a key, opening up a new way of thinking for her. She thought about it and tentatively answered, "Does this mean that we can start a courier company?"

Feng Feng nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "That's right. Each of these nine floors has its own unique abilities. Now that the abilities of the second floor have been awakened, our connection with the outside world will be closer. And you, as the owner of the second floor, will not only have to practice martial arts in the future, but also learn how to use these abilities to help more people."

Feng Feng leaned down again, avoiding Bai Ling's approach, with a smile on his face like a spring breeze, and a deep light flashing in his eyes. He said softly: "The third floor is guarded by the chess girl. If you want to go up to the third floor, you must get her approval."

When Maomao heard this, a hint of curiosity and anticipation flashed in her eyes. She looked up at the third floor, as if she saw her mother, the chess girl, waiting for her challenge.

Feng Feng pointed in the direction of the third floor and continued, "The chess girl is proficient in chess, and her understanding of the way of chess is unfathomable. If you can beat her in chess, perhaps you can get her recognition and step onto the third floor."

Maomao clenched her fists, with a determined light in her eyes. She knew that this was another challenge on her martial arts path, and also a great opportunity to improve her chess skills.

She took a deep breath, looked up in the direction of the third floor, and swore to herself: One day I must defeat the chess girl, go up to the third floor, and make her recognize me!

Bai Zhi charmingly took out a white bottle, the bottle emitting a faint light, as if it contained endless mysteries.

Feng Feng took the white bottle and gently opened the cap. A fresh fragrance filled his nose, making him feel relaxed and happy.

"Sir, please smell the scent of this lotion." Bai Zhi's voice was full of temptation, and her eyes were shining with anticipation.

Feng Feng took a deep breath of the fragrance, with an intoxicated expression on his face. He nodded slightly and praised: "The quality of this lotion is indeed extraordinary. With it and the help of the second floor, our business will surely spread all over the country."