Great oaks from little acorns grow..

Ji Meng has never seen this sentence, but he practices this truth all the time.

The joy of breaking through to the foundation building realm did not last long, and he hit a bottleneck.

He found that his cultivation progress was very slow, although Ziran practiced hard, his comprehension was not good, and he only opened his spiritual consciousness in a year, and he had not yet entered the cultivation qi realm.

Ji Meng couldn't discuss the matter of cultivation with him, and the days passed like this.

Until one day, Ziran occasionally felt a cold, and there was a shortage of food in the view, so Ji Meng had to take the only 100 copper coins to Xing'er Village, 20 miles away, to exchange for some food.

For Ji Meng, this is just a common thing, nothing special.

There are many benefits to cultivating immortals, but now, apart from allowing him to reach Xing'er Village faster, there are no other benefits.

Xing'er Village is the largest of the more than 10 villages around, and today is the time for the market, and the village is very lively.

The makeshift market is bustling with everything sold, just like a festival.

This kind of scene is very tempting for the lonely boy in the mountains, Ji Meng is a twelve-year-old boy after all, and at this time he has already thrown the pain of cultivation outside Jiuxiuyun.

However, he only had a hundred copper plates in his hand, and he couldn't buy anything more than some food.

Just as he was looking for the rice seller, he noticed a group of people not far ahead, and he was curious and approached him.

He was short and thin, and soon crowded in front of the people, only to find that they were surrounded by only an old man, and on the ground was a worn-out mat, on which the old man sat upright, and in front of him lay a low table with a strange square plate.

The plate is square, looking like it is wooden, with horizontal and vertical lines carved on it, like a spider's web.

Ji Meng had never seen this thing, and suddenly became curious.

On either side of the square plate, a large bowl is placed in the decibels, and in the large bowl are black and white stones.

In Ji Meng's opinion at that time, these should be stones.

The old man had a gray beard, which almost hung down to the ground, and although wrinkles crawled all over his cheeks, his eyes were bright.

He raised his dry hand, stroked his long white beard, just glanced at Ji Meng, and then said to everyone: "One hundred lines in a game, take it if you win, and stay if you lose." ”

From the discussion of the people around him, Ji Meng understood that this square plate is called a chessboard, and the left and right sides are black and white, and they are going to play Go.

Many people were eager to try, but no one dared to step forward.

The old man's name is Xin Gong, who is well-known in ten miles and eight towns, and is a chess idiot.

For the poor people, a hundred lines is not much, but it is not much.

After a commotion in the crowd, a young man squeezed out of it: "I'm coming!"

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to the young man, looking at his dress, he should look like the son of a certain landlord's family.

The old man smiled and raised his hand to make a gesture of please.

It is definitely a commendable courage for someone to dare to challenge Shinko.

I heard that twenty years ago, Xin Gong also participated in the Holy Hand Tournament held by the Tianyuan Chess Academy, and he was the second contestant who had not practiced but entered the semi-finals.

The first person who had never practiced to enter the semi-finals not only won the final and was admitted to the Tianyuan Chess Academy, but also became a legend - the Tribulation Soared!

At that time, he also firmly believed that he could enter the ranks of immortal cultivators like that senior, but unfortunately, in the semi-finals, he lost to a Ning Yuan Realm cultivator, and since then he has no chance with immortal cultivators.

Although he did not make it to the finals, he was able to pass the preliminary round, which is also a great achievement.

Although he was no longer able to participate in the Holy Hand Tournament held by the Chess Academy because of his age, he was still obsessed with playing chess until he met Ji Meng that day.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the young man opposite the old man was already scratching his ears and cheeks, and cold sweat was flowing, even those who didn't know how to play Go knew that this young man was in trouble.

After a while, the young man sighed helplessly, took out a hundred patterns of copper plate and placed it on the table, stood up, and bowed to give a salute: "Thank you for your teaching, I am defeated!"

There were cheers, applause, admiration, and ridicule in the crowd, but none of these sounds entered Ji Meng's ears, although he only watched a game, Ji Meng was deeply attracted by this mysterious chessboard and black and white, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The old man seemed to see the young man's thoughts, but he remained silent and said to everyone: "Is there anyone else?"

Although the others did not go into battle in person, they learned the mastery of the old man's chess skills from the game between the young man and the old man, and no one dared to take a step forward.

After a long time, no one came forward, and everyone felt bored, so they gradually dispersed.

Although Go is interesting, Ji Meng knows the purpose of his trip, and he doesn't plan to stay any longer, looking at the scorching sun in the sky, he plans to leave.

"Are you interested in a game?" asked the old man stroking his beard.

Ji Meng was stunned for a moment, and gave a slight salute: "I'm sorry, I still have to buy rice ......"

"No money," the old man said.

Ji Meng was itchy and sat down.

Ji Meng has a very high level of understanding, watched the previous game, and had an understanding of the general way to play Go, so he picked up the sunspot and played it according to the gourd.

The old man was not in a hurry, and asked as he played, "Little brother is playing Go for the first time?"

Ji Meng nodded honestly: "Yes." ”

After a while, the old man became more and more happy, although the opponent's playing method is full of loopholes, but this is still difficult to hide the old man's excitement, he has never met a teenager with such understanding, only to see a game of chess, he can basically know the way to play Go.

Some people can't understand Go all their lives, but this teenager can get started so quickly, which is definitely a good material.

After the chess is over, the result speaks for itself.

Defeated.

In the process of playing chess, Ji Meng has been thinking about a problem.

By the time he was done, he seemed to have come to his senses.

He stood up and bowed, "Thank you, old man, for your advice." ”

"Everyone calls me Xingong, so do you. ”

Ji Meng nodded.

"Go and cultivation are not beneficial, you need to spend your whole life pursuing, you should understand this truth. ”

Ji Meng was shocked, he had tried his best to hide, could it be that Xingong had seen through himself?

Xin Gong is not a cultivator, but with his eyesight, he can naturally distinguish the difference between an immortal cultivator and an ordinary person.

Although he was known by Xingong for his secret, it was not a big deal.

But later, Xingong's actions changed the trajectory of Ji Meng's life.

Ji Meng's comprehension is very high, and he has obtained the "Lingxuan Sutra", if he follows the trajectory of his predecessors, he should be promoted to a good realm, but after that, he will encounter a huge bottleneck, and then his cultivation will stagnate until he dies.