Wang Chong had never seen So Jung-son before, but Wang Chong knew that this person had to be So Jung-son!
There was no earth-shattering aura, no shuddering majesty. The old man before him looked just like any other ordinary old man.
If he hadn't known beforehand, if he hadn't known the details of this chess game, Wang Chong would never have guessed that this old man in black with a white chess piece in his hand was the famous war god of the Tang dynasty, So Jung-son!
An undefeatable legend that many knew had passed away long ago!
Under an old locust tree in the western district of the capital, there was an ordinary golden chess game. This war god had chosen a successor for his legacy in his twilight years.
Wang Chong felt his eyes burn. Thinking of the living war god of the Tang dynasty standing in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
A man who stood alone against ten thousand, a man who used his life to save the people in the last moments of his life, a man who lived up to his beliefs was worthy of everyone's respect!
It was the same for Wang Chong.
But very quickly, Wang Chong calmed himself down.
So Jung-son's sudden appearance here was beyond his expectations. But this didn't mean that he would be able to smoothly inherit his legacy.
The difficulty of inheriting the Art of God and Demon Obliteration was absolutely maxed out. In his previous life, he wasn't the only one who had sat in front of this golden chess game.
There were also many who could solve the game. But in the end, not a single one was chosen.
So Jung-son dared to ignore the emperor's edict. So Jung-son even dared to reject the noble prince without hesitation. One could imagine the difficulty of inheriting the Art of God and Demon Obliteration.
It wasn't a coincidence that the Art of God and Demon Obliteration was so famous. There was a big reason behind it. So Jung-son's personality played a big part.
No one knew what his exact criteria for choosing a disciple was. Moreover, even if he was accepted into the sect, he would soon be kicked out of the sect. This kind of thing had happened before in his previous life.
Wang Chong did not dare to be careless!
So Jung-son's appearance was only the beginning. The next test was the most important!
At this thought, he strode towards the locust tree.
"Old man!"
In front of So Jung-son, Wang Chong bowed respectfully, then sat down across from him, separated by the golden chessboard, as if he had come to play an ordinary game of chess and to meet an ordinary old man.
So Jung-son quietly came out of the Su Mansion. He wore a simple robe and restrained his overwhelming aura. He was traveling in a low-key manner. Obviously, he did not want anyone to discover his identity.
At a time like this, Wang Chong naturally wouldn't say something like "Senior" or something along the lines of being well-behaved and trembling with fear.
At a time like this, it would be better to be more casual and at the same time show appropriate respect.
So Jung-son did not speak. His thick eyebrows were tightly knitted as he stared at the black and white chess pieces on the golden chessboard, as if he didn't notice Wang Chong.
"Brother, you are so awesome! Grandpa has been sitting here for half a day. He still doesn't know where to place his next move. "
At this moment, a childish voice came from the side. The chubby kid, "Dai Jianjian", was standing behind So Jung-son's right shoulder. He was licking a red and sweet candied haw while looking at Wang Chong with admiration and admiration.
Although he was young, he had been watching the chess game every day. He could tell a thing or two. The big brother he met this time seemed to be very powerful.
The old grandpa actually didn't know where to place his next move!
"Jianer!"
Suddenly, a majestic voice was heard. So Jung-son frowned slightly, but his body and movements didn't change at all. He was still holding the white chess piece and staring at the chessboard.
The little boy stuck out his tongue, quickly shut his mouth and walked away alone.
Wang Chong smiled and shifted his gaze back to the golden chessboard. With just a glance, the chess pieces on the chessboard were exactly the same as when he left yesterday.
In other words, from yesterday until now, So Jung-son still hadn't figured out where to place his white chess piece.
So Jung-son hadn't placed his chess piece yet, and naturally, it wasn't Wang Chong's turn yet.
Everything was still the same as it was yesterday!
"Zhi zhi!"
The sound of cicadas chirping came from the locust tree, but no one spoke.
So Jung-son didn't speak, and Wang Chong didn't find it appropriate to speak either.
Under the locust tree, all was silent.
"Young man, your way of playing is a little strange!"
After some time, So Jung-son finally raised his head. His expression was solemn as he looked at Wang Chong.
This was the first time Wang Chong had a chance to look at him face to face.
So Jung-son was very skinny, but he was very dignified and gave off a sense of righteousness. However, his face was expressionless and unsmiling, giving off a very old-fashioned feeling.
In addition, his eyebrows were very thick and snow-white.
Even though So Jung-son had closed his door and refused to meet any guests for many years, and hadn't interacted with the court or the military for decades, his entire temperament had changed a lot. But in that relaxed and ordinary face, Wang Chong could still find the strength of the famous war god of the past.
One was the war god of the past, the other was the future Grand Marshal of the world. This game of chess was a way for the war god to choose his disciples, and it was also a contest between the old and new marshals!
Although in terms of martial arts, he wasn't a match for Old Marshal Su, in terms of strategy, Wang Chong was more than confident.
Even if his opponent was a war god like So Jung-son, Wang Chong was still confident that he could beat him!
"Old Senior, war is the land of life and death. There is only victory and defeat. What is good and evil?"
Hearing So Jung-son mention the word 'evil', Wang Chong didn't hold back.
Although his martial arts were far inferior to So Jung-son's, in terms of strategy, Wang Chong had experienced the chaotic end of the world. He had experienced thousands of battles, large and small, and was extremely experienced.
Even if his opponent was So Jung-son, even if he was facing a person like the war god, Wang Chong wasn't inferior.
So Jung-son slightly frowned. He clearly didn't expect Wang Chong to say this. He said that Wang Chong's chess style was evil, but Wang Chong had directly brought the game of chess to the path of war!
Chess and war were interlinked, and Go was born from war.
Wang Chong's words weren't wrong.
Holding the heavy chess piece in his hand, So Jung-son once again stared at the game in silence.
"Clack!"
After some time, he seemed to have finally thought it through. So Jung-son's white chess piece finally landed on the board with a clack.
After such a long time, So Jung-son finally thought of a countermeasure.
This sudden action immediately attracted Wang Chong's attention. But with just a glance, Wang Chong inwardly laughed. So Jung-son's move truly seemed like a clever move.
This white chess piece seemed to have the power to overturn the heavens and overturn the earth, to reverse the game of chess and create a path of survival.
But in Wang Chong's eyes, he could only shake his head.
"Just as I expected!"
Wang Chong chuckled. He picked up a black chess piece from the box next to him and swiftly placed it on the center of the board. The moment this black chess piece landed, the situation on the board suddenly changed.
Just a moment ago, Su Zhengchen looked as if he had just narrowly escaped death, and he had a brilliant move that could turn the tables around. But in an instant, his miraculous move turned into something rotten. With the death of a massive dragon, Su Zhengchen's' army 'was completely routed.
Under the locust tree, in front of the chessboard, So Jung-son's brows immediately furrowed deeply, his expression extremely solemn.
He had set up a Tieyi chess game in the Ghost Tree District. Originally, it was to lower the difficulty and not stick to a single pattern, to select people with some talent in the art of war.
But he had not expected this game to turn into an all-out war in the end, and he had actually lost.
So Jung-son had not expected this at all.
Staring at this chess game of utter defeat, So Jung-son did not move. His expression was extremely solemn, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Whose child are you?"
After some time, So Jung-son finally raised his head. To have such a game of chess in a chess game, this was definitely not something that could be taught by an ordinary family.
"Elder, I do not dare to refuse. I am Wang Chong, the son of General Wang Yan of the Tang Dynasty, and the grandson of the former Prime Minister Wang Jiu Ling! "
Wang Chong sat up on his knees, speaking confidently and respectfully.
"So, you're a descendant of Wang Bowu."
So Jung-son's eyebrows twitched, but there wasn't much of an expression on his face.
'Duke Jiu' Wang Jiu Ling, the virtuous Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty, there wasn't a single person in the Central Plains who didn't know of him. Speaking of which, there was no one who didn't raise their thumbs to show their respect.
But So Jung-son didn't address him directly by his name, but by his name. There wasn't the slightest hint of respect on his face either, as though he was speaking of a junior.
If it was someone else, Wang Chong might have felt that the other party was insulting him, and he might have stood up and left. However, Wang Chong knew that there were only a few people in the entire Tang Dynasty who were qualified to address his grandfather as a senior.
So Jung-son was one of them.
As the War God, So Jung-son's era of fame far surpassed that of his grandfather. Back when he was at the peak of his power, his grandfather was still an unknown lad.
Even though his grandfather had just celebrated his seventieth birthday not too long ago, in terms of age, he still paled in comparison to the person before him. However, in terms of age, he was still a far cry from the person before him. He could be considered to be relatively young.
Thinking about it, how old should he be now? Eighty? Ninety? How old should he be now? Over eighty? Over ninety? Wang Chong's heart was in turmoil.
Wang Chong's mind was in turmoil. Grandfather only rose to fame when he was in his twenties. At that time, Su Zhengchen was at least in his forties, perhaps even older.
In fact, Wang Chong even suspected that his age might be close to a hundred years old. In fact, Wang Chong even suspected that his age might be close to a hundred.
After all, this person had lived through the era of Emperor Taizong!
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