Shin Gong gave him a book, which was not a book of cultivation, but a lifelong study of chess games.

He is already old, and it is impossible for him to cultivate immortals anymore, although his chess skills are superb, but what is the use?

There is no other point except to exchange some money to live in this world.

But now that he has discovered Ji Meng, a young man with a high level of understanding, a young man who is interested in Go, the flame of hope in his heart has been ignited again!

His chess skills have been inherited, and his existence has gained value and significance.

Maybe one day, this young man will be able to fulfill his unfulfilled wish for himself.

He had the courage to live.

In the afternoon, the sun is scorching.

Ji Meng carried a bag of rice on his back and walked on the way back to Taixuguan.

In addition to the bag of rice, he also had an extra chess book in his hand.

Of course, he will not forget the agreement with the old man.

"In two years, I will wait for you here, and we will play another game of chess, and if you can beat me, I will tell you a secret. ”

On the way back, he kept wondering about it, what was the secret, and why did he have to win to know it?

After going back, Ji Meng didn't look at the chess games, but did another thing first.

Make a chessboard and chess pieces.

A month later, with the assistance of Ziran, there was an extra stone table and two stone chairs in the temple.

A chessboard is carved on a stone table, and black and white pieces made of picked stones are placed next to the table.

In the days that followed, in addition to chanting and practicing on weekdays, Ji Meng and Ziran had another entertainment activity - playing Go.

There is a realm of cultivation, and there is also a rank in Go, as time goes by, Ji Meng's cultivation realm is constantly improving, and his chess skills have not fallen, although he doesn't know his current rank, but it is certain that the chess book has been turned over by him for most of it.

Ziran is really an incompetent opponent, and he has never been able to get started with such a thing as Go, so many times, Ji Meng can only play against himself.

Occasionally, pilgrims come to Taixu to offer incense, but they always find that the young man is alone with a black seed in one hand and a white seed in the other, but he is very happy.

Of course, they didn't dare to come forward and disturb, because if they were pulled in front of the chess game, they would soon be taught a lesson.

Ji Meng studied diligently, not only made rapid progress in his cultivation, but also improved his chess skills by leaps and bounds.

He didn't need to hide his chess skills, so even the Xingong who was far away in Xing'er Village knew about it.

After Xingong agreed with him, he still paid attention to the progress of Ji Meng's chess skills all the time, although he would not look for him too much, but he would still let people explore the progress of the young man's chess skills, but every time he could get a satisfactory answer.

The days passed like this, spring went to autumn, flowers bloomed, and two years passed quietly.....

Although Taixuguan has a slight reputation in the surrounding villages, Ji Meng and Ziran still live a pure life.

This year, Ji Meng was fourteen years old.

Ji Meng is very grateful for the encounter with Xingong two years ago, and that game had a profound impact on Ji Meng, not only allowing him to break through the bottleneck of his current practice, but also allowing him to learn an unusual skill.

Tomorrow is the day he made a covenant with the faith, and he has been preparing for this day for a long time.

In the past two years, he has not wasted a single bit, and now Ji Meng is a strong young man, although he is still not very tall, but compared to two years ago, his eyes are more resolute.

"Ziran, I'm going down the mountain to see the seniors of Xingong, and the things in the view can be as usual. ”

"Yes, master. Ziran arched his hand.

He didn't know what the secret was that Shinko was talking about, but tomorrow was the time to test his chess skills in the past two years.

Ji Meng is a person who knows how to be grateful, and now he is a cultivator of the Ningyuan Primal Realm, although it is the result of his diligent practice, he knows in his heart that if it weren't for Xingong's chess book, he might not be able to break through the realm.

The unfathomable realm is like a chess game, and understanding the chess game is of great help to the understanding of the realm.

In the past two years, whenever he has encountered a bottleneck in his practice, he has been able to find inspiration in the game.

In the past two years, although the thieves no longer patronize Taixuan, there are still some young people who come here.

Ji Meng still treated them well, and Ji Meng would never be soft on the big traitors, but for those who just made some small mistakes, Ji Meng forgave them.

Taixuguan's reputation is getting better and better, and the number of pilgrims who offer incense is twice as high as before.

Although it is still insignificant compared to the Big Buddha Temple and the Great Dao Temple, Ji Meng doesn't care, for him, these are not important.

Although Ziran's growth is slow, he is not in a hurry, he knows that not everyone is like him, so he is demanding of him.

Ziran is also very strange sometimes, he is so stupid, although he cultivates hard every day, and has Master Ji Meng to teach him, he still doesn't know the essentials.

However, he was still very content, originally he was just a young man who was powerless, but now he was also a cultivator, a Qi Cultivation Beginner Realm cultivator.

He strictly abides by the code of being too vain, follows the teachings of his master, treats everyone equally, helps the poor and kind, never shows mercy to the great traitors, and is strict with himself.

In this year, he learned to read and write, learned to play chess, learned to practice, and his life trajectory is quietly changing, although he is not aware of it at this time, and he still only thinks that he is a disciple of Taoism, but compared with many people, he already has a lot.

He remembered that a year ago, he was a man who nearly died of hunger, forced to be an accomplice by thieves, but the kindness in his bones helped him survive.

He was grateful to his master for taking him in, otherwise he would probably die by someone else's knife just like those guys.

Master, don't worry, I'll take care of everything in the Taoist temple.

Ji Meng is on the road, he is going to Xing'er Village to find Xingong, and then see how his chess skills are progressing.

The chess game that Xingong gave him has been turned over by him, although he is very confident in himself, but the chess game is made by Xingong, and he has only mastered the chess game, but how easy is it to beat Xingong?

Shin Gong arrived as promised, but this time he did not choose the day, but did not appear until night.

By the moonlight, an old man and a young man stood opposite each other under the willow tree at the bridgehead of Xing'er Village.

"Coming?"

Ji Meng nodded.

"Sit down"

The two sat down at the stone table and said fairly: "Let's start......"

The night was deep, the bright moon hung high, two figures, one long and one short, flickered and dimmed, and the sound of the bell-ringer's drums came from afar.

The weather is dry, beware of the candles......

The two of them are completely selfless, and there is only a chess game between heaven and earth......