Chapter Seventy-two: The Game of Go

  Wei Zao followed the white-faced scholar all the way up to the third floor and sat down in front of a chessboard.

  He saw it from the moment he left home, and someone had been following him all along.

  The young scholar in white pointed at the remaining chess pieces in front of him and smiled at Wei Xiao: "If you're not satisfied, we can make a change."

  Wei Zhao looked at the remaining pieces on the chessboard, his eyes flashing with surprise. He raised his head and glanced at the pale scholar, smiling faintly: "No need, both sides are the same."

  That white-faced bookworm, who had always been calm and composed, was about to get up and change his posture. Upon hearing Wei Zhao's words, he stiffened, looked puzzled, and sat back down again, staring at Wei Zhao and asking: "How did you know?"

  Wei Zhuo's hand held a black chess piece and gently placed it in the lower right corner, smiling faintly as he said, "Sense it."

  The young scholar in white was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and dropped the white chess piece in the middle.

  This chess game was originally a reproduction after being collected by an official, he had been studying it for many years and no matter what both sides played it would always end in a draw.

  The white-faced scholar's hand fell, and Wei Xiao's 'pa' sound also followed suit.

  The young scholar in white was taken aback, glanced at Wei Zhao, and immediately the chess piece also fell to the right of Wei Zhao.

  Wei Zhuo's eyes didn't blink as he dropped his piece down beside Bai Mian Sheng's.

  Right side

  Left side

  Right side

  Left side

  Wei Zhuo carelessly and continuously fell trees, while the white-faced scholar followed suit with a nonchalant attitude. The two of them chopped down tree after tree, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of trees had fallen.

  The rules of Go are actually very simple: whoever occupies more space wins. However, the pattern of this game was basically set before the two players started playing, so what's left is just counting the pieces.

  But since neither of the two scholars cares about switching positions, it is clear that neither side has an advantage, and the final result will be the same.

  The young scholar in white clothes playing chess has a very strange aura, that is, his eyes are gentle, his expression is calm and clear, every time he makes a move, he will put his hand on the piece, and only take it away after two breaths.

  He walked slowly with a faint, enigmatic smile hovering around his lips.

  Two people fell into a state of calm and tranquility as they dropped their chess pieces, the black and white pieces on the board already mixed together, unable to distinguish between you and me.

  The little girl stood behind Wei Zuo, looking at the chaotic chessboard with a dizzy expression, her face puffed up and lacking enthusiasm.

  The two men continued to drop pieces, neither of them asking questions, both with a lazy appearance but actually being extremely careful.

  "Brother, you concede." Wei Xiao had just raised his hand when the pale scholar suddenly chuckled and swiftly picked up a circle of black pieces.

  Wei Zuo smiled faintly and lifted his hand, after which a chess piece fell, also picking up a circle of white chess pieces.

  The young scholar in white was taken aback, and he secretly counted again. To his astonishment, he found that the number of things they picked up was exactly the same!

  The confident smile on Bai Mian's face subtly changed as he glanced at Wei Xiao with a calculating gaze, mentally counting the numbers on the chessboard.

  "Brother, it's your turn." Suddenly, Wei Xiao swept his left hand across the chessboard and smiled.

  The white-faced scholar was stunned by Wei Zuo's interruption and couldn't count anymore. He immediately smiled at the corner of his mouth and picked up the white chess piece to make a move.

  It doesn't matter whether you count it or not.

  Wei Zhuo didn't say anything and followed him, making a move on his left side.

  Left side

  Right side

  Left side

  Right side

  The two of them fell into a stalemate again.

  The young scholar with a pale face looked at Wei Zuo's unchanged expression, his eyes moving around. This game of chess was a draw no matter what, not just for him, but also for many masters in Jinling who had calculated the result to be a tie. He didn't believe that Wei Zuo could break through it. But seeing Wei Zuo's carefree appearance, he didn't seem to be intentionally stalling either.

  He fell into thought again, his eyes involuntarily falling on the number of pieces on the chessboard.

  Wei Zuo's mouth corners hung with a faint smile, and the black chess piece suddenly stretched out to the chessboard, his hand placed there motionless.

  The young scholar's face turned red, his mind went blank, and he couldn't speak. The numbers in his head were jumbled, and he couldn't see the pieces under Wei Zhao's arm. He calmly swept a glance at Wei Zhao, swallowed hard, and pretended to be puzzled: "Brother Wei, why didn't you make a move?"

  Wei Zuo raised his head in surprise and looked at him, but didn't say a word. The implication was simple: don't you need to think when playing chess?

  The young scholar's face stiffened for a moment, then he chuckled and grabbed the tea beside him, burying his head to take a drink.

  Wei Zuo's mouth corners smiled as if there was a hint of it, and the chess pieces fell in response.

  The white-faced scholar turned his head, his face as usual, grasping the chess piece and falling down again.

  Wei Zhao raised his head and looked at him again, his eyes falling on the circled black chess piece. Meaning: Don't you want it?

  The young scholar with a pale face remained expressionless, staring intently at the chessboard without blinking.

  Wei Zhao also seemed to understand Bai Mian Shu Sheng's thoughts, and the chess pieces fell quickly.

  The white-faced scholar didn't stay either and quickly followed suit.

  Bang

  "Slap"

  "Slap"

  The two chess pieces flew by, not stopping for a moment, and the little girl on the side stared with her eyes wide open.

  Can the chess be played like this?

  The third floor was originally empty, and it was quiet enough to hear the sound of two people playing Go.

  Soon, the originally empty chessboard gradually filled up, and the two people started looking for space to drop their pieces. Their expressions were relaxed no longer, both appearing somewhat awkward.

  The young man with a pale face would occasionally glance at the chessboard, and Wei Xiao would also interrupt him from time to time. The two of them played back and forth in this way, with an unspoken understanding between them.

  When less than ten chess grids were left, both of them slowed down their speed simultaneously.

  The young scholar in white saw that Wei Zhuo didn't have any special moves, and with a flash of laughter in his eyes, he said while staring at the chessboard: "If you can't win, then there's no need to give me anything."

  Wei Zhao also picked up the tea on the side and took a light sip, saying faintly: "Since you have already made up your mind, why do you still want to speak and try to probe?"

  The young scholar in white clothes dropped his chess piece and looked up at Wei Xiao, smiling: "I am thirty-two this year."

  Wei Zhuo was taken aback, looking at his pale and clean face, which didn't seem to have any medicinal plaster on it. In any case, he couldn't tell that he was actually thirty-two years old.

  Wei Zhuo nodded thoughtfully and waited for his next words.

  The white-faced scholar saw Wei Zhuo nodding and not speaking, and said, "Brother, your five senses are sharp, your thoughts are meticulous, this is not something a twenty-year-old youth can have."

  Wei Zhuo silently raised his head and looked at him, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, saying "Your face is delicate, your skin is smooth, you are not yet thirty years old."

  He even knows his age.

  The young scholar's face changed color as he hesitated, how could Wei Zhao bring up the topic of his appearance in such a serious conversation?

  The young scholar smiled and said, "There are still eight pieces left."

  Wei Zhao also nodded and followed: "Four children per person."

  The young scholar with a pale face stared at Wei Qiao, his right hand holding the chess piece hesitating for a moment before suddenly falling onto the chessboard.

  Wei Zhao didn't hesitate and fell directly down, without regard for direction.

  At this time, neither of them needs to pay attention to the direction, and they can play casually.

  Clap Clap Clap

  Soon, all remaining vacancies were filled. The final victory or defeat could only be determined by numbers.

  The young scholar in white looked at Wei Xiao again, his eyes drifting to the chessboard. Now that the move had been made, Wei Xiao was no longer blocking him.

  Before long, the white-faced scholar's face suddenly changed, his eyes filled with unbelievable horror and he let out a low cry.

  "It's impossible!"