564 Which Color Do You Choose? (2/2)

Ning Que answered, ”A patient also has her right to demand two more candies. I cannot stop her.”

The old man laughed and his wrinkles rippled as water. He said, ”I have tried everything to prevent myself from competing, but I failed. In fact, I want to play this game as well.”

Upon hearing this, Ning Que could not help laughing. He thought this monk was more interesting than the previous one.

The old monk looked at Sangsang who was in the black robe. He pointed at the thick curtain and said, ”Since you are a patient, you can sit inside to avoid the wind.”

Ning Que carried Sangsang through the curtain and found that it was made of cotton, hanging from the ceiling to the ground. It sealed the pavilion to prevent wind. There was a blanket in the middle of the ground. They could see the entire Go board through a seam in front of it.

He didn't expect the Lanke Temple to be so thoughtful. In this situation, he would no longer worry about Sangsang. He was quite satisfied until he remembered a thing which made him nervous.

A cultivator's weakness was the body. Hundreds of arrows shot by normal people could kill an expert at the Seethrough Realm. However, cultivators could sense the heaven and earth and were unlikely to fall ill like the people outside the pavilion.

Then who was the curtain prepared for?

Of course it was for Sangsang.

Until now, Ning Que realized that the Lanke Temple had prepared this for a long time, and they had been sure that Sangsang would be able to pass the first test instead of him. Maybe the Academy had sent a letter to inform Master Qishan that they were coming, but how did he know Sangsang would be his opponent? Was he a prophet?

While he was thinking about this, the Go Master from South Jin said outside the curtain, ”Can I get closer to watch the game? I have a bad vision and I can be a judge for you.”

The old monk looked at the man who came in without permission and asked, ”Do you play Go?”

The Go Master smiled and said, ”Only a little.”

The old monk seemed satisfied with his answer and asked, ”Who is your teacher?”

The Go Master answered respectfully, ”Xu Chu is my teacher.”

The old monk said, ”Xu Chu? Can you beat him?”

The Go Master answered, ”If I try.”

The old monk nodded and said, ”That's good for you.”

The Go Master was upset to hear this. He was trying to be modest by saying this, but he didn't expect that the old monk would take it seriously.

He only admired three men in Go: A royal Go Master in the Yuelun Kingdom who has been missing, Master Dongming in the Lanke Temple who was declared dead long ago and Song Qian, his most respected predecessor, who had been a legend in South Jin. Except these three, he despised all. He only wanted to take Sangsang as a student regardless of her being very capable with arithmetics.

He was not pleased and was going to argue with the old monk, and then saw the monk's face. He suddenly froze and forgot what he was doing.

He had definitely not seen him before.

However, he was somehow familiar with his face, as if he had seen him once somewhere.

He tried to remember but failed.

At this time, the second game began.

The old monk looked toward the curtain and said, ”Lady of Light, which color would you like?”

Sangsang's voice sounded inside the curtain without any hesitation.

”Black.”

Hearing her answer, the old monk sighed. His face became became filled with regret.

Behind the curtain, Sangsang heard his sigh.

She had a sense of familiarity when seeing the old man as she entered the pavilion. She could feel his regret and could not help asking, ”Can't I choose black?”

The old monk slowly shook his head and said with unwillingness, ”People are only allowed to use white stones in the first game, so they believed that only by choosing white could they win the second game. You, however, choose black which I find surprising.”

Sangsang said, ”I chose black because I want to make the first move.”

The old monk did not expect to hear that.

At this point, the Go Master from South Jin finally recalled something and cried out as if he was looking at a ghost, ”I saw a portrait of you when I was a kid.”

”You, you... are Master Dongming, aren't you? Weren't you dead?”

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