Chapter 8: Come Out, Master
Wang Zhilin's transformation was so clear that even the numerous onlookers outside were amazed, and Hu Kaiyu couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Old Wang always managed to bring surprises and miracles.
Wen Tao stood at the edge, smiling but not speaking. He thought to himself, "It's not bad, right?" The Washing Marrow Dan was an ordinary foundation-building pill in the Cultivation Realm, and for Wen Tao now, it was even worse than sugar beans. At least sugar beans were sweet when eaten.
But for ordinary people to use, it must last at least fifteen years or more. If it's a general warrior who catalyzes it, the power can be increased by at least twenty years. This kind of elixir is a treasure in the martial arts world, and it's hard to come by. People often kill each other for just one Xī Mù Dān (洗髓丹). Since Wang Zhilin is taking the lead for Kai Zhu, he naturally can't let this old man down. With his physical condition, this Xī Mù Dān can increase his lifespan by ten years.
Moreover, Wen Tao also added green cold ice tea to comprehensively wash the marrow Dan's medicinal properties and fragrance, even the martial arts super genius Kong Jie sitting opposite Wang Zhilin did not notice.
Although he didn't know about the Green Cold Ice Tea, nor had he discovered the Washing Marrow Dan, Kong Jie was not a foolish person. Wang Zhilin's current state was not that he suddenly had spirit, but rather that from inside to outside, he had gained vitality and momentum, instantly becoming ten or twenty years younger, feeling greatly strange in his heart.
In his mind, he thought about the changes in between, tea, that cup of tea. Kong Jie's eyes looked towards the teacup, the teacup was nice but there wasn't much tea water left. Wang Zhi Lin took two sips and there wasn't much left, it was light green and transparent, couldn't see anything special. Even if it were a stimulant, it wouldn't have this kind of effect, strange.
The war is imminent, and there is no more time for Kong Jie. Wang Zhilin is full of confidence and in top condition.
At his best, Wang Zhilin didn't give Kong Jie much time to think, and had already started making moves. Firstly, having this kind of state allowed him to truly go head-to-head with the so-called once-in-a-century genius of the Go world, which was a great fortune in life. Secondly, Wang Zhilin looked forward to that voice appearing again, as he had too many doubts and questions to ask.
The chessboard is like a battlefield, with black and white sides constantly killing each other, coming and going.
Kong Jie, who still had some distracting thoughts, and Wang Zhilin, who suddenly found himself in a state with that strange voice, gradually began to get into it. He fully immersed his body and mind into the chessboard, gradually reaching a state of unity between himself and the board, where he was one with the game.
Wen Tao watched from the outside, and the two people's chess game was indeed wonderful, but unfortunately it still hadn't reached the highest level.
At that time, Gu Han's master had said before that the so-called Go high-hand in the secular world is often trapped in the chess situation. Because with their short lifespan, unless they have great wisdom, they can't reach another realm and get out of the situation in a short life.
Unfortunately, such wise people are too few and far between, a rare occurrence over the centuries. If one cannot escape the cycle, even if they have a good ending, it's hard to avoid being trapped by a "confused" state of mind. It's easy to get into the cycle, but difficult to get out of it.
This chess situation is not something that can be solved in a short time, everyone is concentrating and watching intently.
Kong Jie was well-prepared, Wang Zhi Lin suddenly regained his youth, the old and new national players clashed in a state of full prosperity, the game was exceptionally brilliant.
It has become a battle of wits, with both sides refusing to give in. This game has no time limit, and the top players can sit for three days and three nights without any problem. Wang Zhilin had just drunk a cup of green tea mixed with washing marrow dan, and his mental state was super energetic.
The two men went down slower and slower, and after seven hours, they gradually approached the end of the game, with the outcome still difficult to distinguish.
At this time, Wen Tao was certain that Wang Zhi Lin was not Kong Jie's opponent. Go is too particular about talent. Wang Zhi Lin can become a national hand and has been so famous at home and abroad for decades, naturally not bad. Unfortunately, compared to Kong Jie, he still lags behind. At this time, Wang Zhi Lin is in the best state of his life.
But Kong Jie is still on the rise, he has a lot of space, to say nothing of others, if Green Cold Ice Tea is used by Kong Jie. With the help of Green Cold Ice Tea's effect of calming and purifying the mind, the outcome may have already been decided.
It seems that if he doesn't make a move now, it won't be good. Kong Jie suddenly made several swift and fierce moves, which Wang Zhilin found hard to parry.
Wen Tao stood in a corner, unnoticed by anyone, and took out the Eight Sound Soul Shaking Flute. This flute did not require blowing or playing, as long as it was infused with spiritual energy according to its usage method, it could be used naturally.
"We can't go down there, this last point is crucial, let's come together."
"Ah......" Wang Zhilin's hand trembled as he was about to make his move, his heart filled with shock and fear. This voice had really sounded again.
With the experience from last time, Wang Zhilin was also familiar with the route. Adding to that, his physical and mental state were very good at this moment. He suppressed the fear in his heart with the fastest speed: "Y...you are who?!"
Wang Zhilin knew that as long as he wanted to say something in his mind, he could communicate with others.
The Buddha said: Cannot be said. There is no time to chat now, go down according to what I said. Wen Tao naturally wouldn't tell him who he was, and the sound emitted from the Eight Sounds Soul Flute could be completely controlled by himself. Even if Hu Kai had just introduced Wen Tao to Wang Zhi Lin, even if Wen Tao had appeared beside Wang Zhi Lin a few times earlier, he still wouldn't associate it with Wen Tao.
With changes and unexpected events, Kong Jie's mind also slightly came out of the chessboard, but it was completely different from "out of the game".
What's wrong with the old man? At this time, Kong Jie's feeling towards Wang Zhilin had completely changed. This was the most enjoyable and refreshing game he had played since his debut. He couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for Wang Zhilin. Including Wang Zhilin, there were only a few domestic masters who could make him look up to them, and these people weren't particularly outstanding.
If he had focused on it, he would have dominated the domestic scene long ago and reached an invincible state. But what's the use of that? It doesn't contribute to the overall development of Chinese Go, so what he needs to do is not just make himself stronger.
At this time, Wang Zhilin, who had been giving him surprises one after another, already had the qualifications in his heart to do this thing with himself.
Kong Jie had already made up his mind that as long as Wang Zhilin was at Kai Zhu Qi She, Kai Zhu Qi She would be a part of the Go Alliance he wanted to organize. According to his original promise, all members of the Go Alliance could receive funding ranging from one million to one hundred million in the initial stage.
"Bang..."
"Oh!!" Kong Jie suddenly withdrew his attention because Wang Zhilin suddenly changed direction.
He finally appeared, this mysterious person was able to endure today and actually waited until now to show up. Kong Jie had long been mentally prepared, putting everything else aside for the time being, focusing all his thoughts on the chessboard, ready to face this sudden change.
From Wenyao's intervention, the game reached a new height, and the final contest was more intense. Two hours later, the game ended.
Kong Jie lost the game with a weak momentum, and the people who had been watching outside for nearly ten hours exclaimed in surprise and applause.
The outcome of this game is no longer important, such a wonderful match, once in a century.
"Don't get any weird ideas, I'm not the kind of ghost you're thinking of. At my age, I still don't know that a frog at the bottom of a well only has a narrow perspective, but people who climb mountains can see beyond the sky." When the outcome was already decided, Wang Zhilin expressed an idea that had been torturing him for three days. Wen Tao was speechless and actually thought he was a lonely ghost. At this time, pretending to be a superior person and scolding him was more effective than any explanation.
"As I said earlier, Hu Kaiyu's Go club is qualified to be a member of the Weiqi Grand Alliance." Kong Jie looked at Hu Kaiyu who walked in and said with eyes shining towards Wang Zhilin: "Wang Lao's performance today makes me admire him."
Wang Zhilin himself knew best in his heart that he had inexplicably prolonged the game and ultimately won with the help of that mysterious expert, smiling wryly: "It's not my credit, I'm not your opponent."
Wen Tao followed him in, thinking that this old man was indeed honest enough. Fortunately, he hadn't said it all yet. However... Hehe... even if he did say it, probably not many people would believe him anyway.
"King Wang is indeed a true gentleman, if so, then please let that noble person come out."
Hu Kai Zhu and several others are also confused? What else is there to be proud of?
Everyone's eyes were on Wang Zhilin. Wentai stood beside him, very simple and honest, nobody would notice him. As for Old Wang, haha! Although they had been battling for ten hours, the old man was definitely fine now, let him explain himself.
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