However, unlike his grandfather, Wang Chong felt a deep, dark, and closed power from So Jung-son.
The person before him seemed to have completely sealed himself in his own world, isolated from the rest of the world. He was unwilling to talk to anyone, to interact with anyone, and to interact with anyone.
Even the connection between him and himself was limited to the golden chessboard in front of him.
There was no other interaction between them, and he was unwilling to have any interaction!
Looking at the God of War of the Tang dynasty before him, Wang Chong felt a deep resonance and sympathy in his heart. Wang Chong was no stranger to such a situation.
In his previous life, when he lost everything and had nothing, he was also in such a state. There was nothing left for him to yearn for in life. The only reason he lived was to complete a goal and mission given to him in life.
"… So Jung-son should be the same."
Wang Chong thought to himself, thinking of the old man's experience. So Jung-son lost his son when he was young, died in his old age, and all his relatives had passed away, leaving him all alone.
Wasn't this the same situation as him back then?
The only difference was that he had reincarnated and had a chance to change his fate and reunite with his family.
So Jung-son was different. Right now, he might just be choosing a suitable successor to pass on his Art of God and Demon Obliteration.
Or perhaps, as the God of War of the Tang dynasty, he would fulfill his mission and protect this country in silence and solitude until his death!
— — Even though Emperor Taizong, whom he had once been loyal to, had left behind a golden edict that forbade the successors of the Tang dynasty from using this God of War, and also forbade him from leading an army again and having any contact with the army!
Thinking of this, Wang Chong became even more determined. No matter what, he had to change this old man's fate. He had to let him walk out of his isolation and live out his life happily, instead of letting the tragedy of his previous life repeat itself and letting him die in loneliness and solitude.
"Old man, victory and defeat are common in war. Why don't we play another game?"
Wang Chong suddenly grinned.
So Jung-son raised his head, and a strange look flashed across his eyes. It seemed that Wang Chong's attitude was a little strange. However, he did not object and nodded.
The chess pieces on the golden chessboard were quickly swept clean. The two of them sat opposite each other and started a new game. Unlike before, this time it was no longer a single stone a day.
Instead, the two of them faced each other and played a complete game of chess.
So Jung-son originally wanted to choose his successor through a game of "Tie Yi Chess", but Wang Chong's realm was obviously far beyond this level.
Even So Jung-son couldn't beat him.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
It was quiet near the square. The wind blew past, and the huge crown of the locust tree shook. Leaves fell from the sky, landed on the chessboard, and floated past the two.
So Jung-son was a man of few words, and he didn't like to speak much. Ever since he agreed to Wang Chong's request, he had been sitting upright, as though a spear was stabbed into the ground. His posture was meticulous, reminiscent of the iron bones of a soldier.
Wang Chong wasn't inferior to So Jung-son either. In his previous life, he was also a Grand Marshal of the Central Plains who looked down on the world.
It was just that Wang Chong would often restrain himself and not intentionally reveal his true nature. On top of that, his fifteen-year-old body and his low cultivation made it hard for Wang Chong to assume the disposition of a Grand Marshal of the Central Plains.
In fact, Wang Chong even intentionally slowed down and relaxed his body so that the atmosphere wouldn't be as tense. Instead, he treated it as an ordinary game of chess.
So Jung-son's mastery of the art of war was undoubtedly high. However, it was a pity that his opponent was Wang Chong, the future greatest 'War Saint' in the history of the entire Central Plains!
The two of them controlled their respective armies and fought against one another on the crisscrossing chessboard. So Jung-son's army was already formidable, but before Wang Chong's army, it was a pity that they were still met with defeat.
So Jung-son's white stones gradually decreased while Wang Chong's black stones increased. Even though So Jung-son tried his best, Wang Chong would always have a new trap waiting for him.
Unknowingly, So Jung-son was faced with the same predicament from before.
There were only a few spots on the chessboard that he could place his stones on. So Jung-son was once again surrounded by enemies from all sides.
The wind rustled as Su Zhengchen held the white stone tightly in his hand, and a deep frown appeared on his forehead. Staring at the chessboard, he fell into silence once more.
The surroundings were silent. Wang Chong smiled. He didn't rush So Jung-son. Looking at the chessboard, he waited silently for So Jung-son to make his choice.
"Again!"
After a long period of time, So Jung-son finally placed down his stone and said two words. This was the first time he took the initiative to speak. After which, he closed his lips tightly, not saying a single word.
"Alright!"
Wang Chong chuckled and didn't say anything. Putting away his stone, he started another round. The two of them fought on the chessboard, creating a bloody battlefield.
Unknowingly, the sun was setting in the west, and the night had already fallen.
"Old master, it's getting late. Why don't we head back first? We'll play another day. "
Suddenly, behind the locust tree, an ordinary-looking black-haired old man walked out. He bowed and lifted his head, looking at So Jung-son with a worried expression.
Looking at this skinny old man, Wang Chong felt like he was being pricked by a needle. His pupils shrank and his body trembled. He was so excited that he almost shouted.
He had met an old friend!
Wang Chong recognized this person. His name was Fang Hong. He was an old servant of the Su Residence. He was the child of an old servant of the Su Residence and grew up in the Su Residence.
So Jung-son lost his son and grandchild, and most of the maids and maids in the Su Residence were dismissed. Only this loyal old servant stayed and served So Jung-son until his death.
The main reason why Wang Chong knew him was because this old servant told him about So Jung-son in the future.
But Wang Chong reacted quickly. Although he recognized Fang Hong, this old servant might not recognize him.
"Old man!"
Wang Chong called out. He quickly calmed down and pretended nothing had happened.
The Fang Hong in front of him was much younger than when Wang Chong knew him. His hair was still black, unlike the white hairs of his future life.
Moreover, he was different from the future life when he lost his master and was forever immersed in sorrow. The Fang Hong now was still loyal, had his own backbone, and had his own value in life.
This made Wang Chong, who knew him, secretly happy for him.
At least, that tragedy had not happened yet.
"Old man, it's getting late. I have to go back now. Why don't we fight again tomorrow?"
Wang Chong looked at So Jung-son and grinned.
With Fang Hong's reminder, Wang Chong also remembered something. So Jung-son had a rule when he went out. Whether it was to play chess or to do something else, he had to return to the Su residence before the sky turned dark.
Otherwise, if he was discovered by the patrolling Imperial Army and the news got back to the palace, it would cause a lot of trouble.
So Jung-son did not want that person in the palace to notice him. As long as that person in the palace noticed him, it would mean that all the civil and military officials in the court, as well as the entire world, would notice him.
For so many years, ever since Emperor Taizong, So Jung-son was used to keeping a low profile. He had always been like this.
This had already become a habit of his subconscious.
Although Wang Chong did not approve of this habit of his, today was the first time they met. Even if he wanted to change this habit, it would have to wait until later.
So Jung-son looked at Wang Chong in silence. Finally, he looked at the chessboard. He saw that on the crisscrossed chessboard, the white pieces had already been destroyed.
This game, he had lost again.
A great war god who had dominated the battlefield had lost to a teenager in front of him. It was inconceivable.
But this was indeed what had happened.
Wang Chong's "fight again tomorrow" was just right, leaving him some face.
Looking deeply at Wang Chong, So Jung-son finally stood up.
"Fang Hong, we're leaving."
With these words, So Jung-son flicked his sleeves, turned around, and slowly left.
Seeing So Jung-son's departing figure, Wang Chong smiled and also stood up to leave.
… …
'Rome wasn't built in a day'. It was not an easy task to have a sealed off person slowly open his heart and face the world.
If Wang Chong wanted to change So Jung-son, to have him walk out from that gloomy, sealed off Su Residence, it was not something that could be done in a day.
But there was always a first step. Little by little, there would always be a time when a little bit becomes a lot.
So the next day, Wang Chong still went to the meeting.
Under the giant locust tree, a golden chessboard was placed. Behind the chessboard, a familiar figure was kneeling. Snow white hair, black unlined clothes, motionless in the morning wind, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Good morning, Senior!"
Wang Chong grinned as he made his way over and sat opposite So Jung-son.
"Hurry, come here!"
Wang Chong beckoned behind him. Very quickly, several guards responded, carrying a small table and placing it to the side. On the small table, there was a plate of peanuts and two pairs of exquisite chopsticks.
"What's this?"
So Jung-son frowned. He glanced at the table by the side and looked at Wang Chong.
"Peanuts!"
Wang Chong chuckled, as though saying 'You can't possibly not recognize peanuts'.
So Jung-son didn't say a word. Instead, his frown deepened.
"Hahaha, Senior, so this is what you're talking about. Isn't it too monotonous just to play chess? Eating peanuts while playing chess is much better. Here, these chopsticks are for you. "
Wang Chong chuckled, as though he had only understood the other party's intentions' now '.
Change came from little by little. Facing this old man, the only thought in Wang Chong's mind was to make the other party happy.
He was the war god of the Tang dynasty. For this empire, for the Central Plains, and for the people of the world, he had dedicated his entire life.
Such a person deserved swift retribution, and he deserved to be happy!
The world owed him too much!
And he didn't owe the world anything!
Wang Chong wanted to obtain the 《Art of God and Demon Obliteration》, but Wang Chong wished for this old man to live out his remaining years happily!
A plate of peanuts was just the beginning!
Wang Chong believed that one day, this old man would walk out of his past, walk out of the shadows, and return to his original self!
The surroundings were silent, and only the rustling of the locust tree leaves could be heard.
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