The Way of the Blind Girl Chess Saint

It's likely that once Su Chan's first match with his teacher is over, the Luo family will be able to analyze the teacher's moves and weaknesses immediately.

And they probably can't even fully understand the game... So, it really depends on the teacher's own performance?

A 10-dan Go academy is, after all, just a private academy. How can it compare to a Go family with a long history?

Moreover... that person is no longer on the moon.

Whoosh... Just then, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

Fei Qiluo raised her head in confusion, and in that instant... her pink eyes froze.

Not only Fei Qiluo, but for a moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze. The three of them stared blankly at the middle-aged man who appeared in front of the door. His brown hair was messy, just like he had been a few years ago, leaving a deep impression.

"Senior Brother...?" Fei Qiluo asked tentatively.

"Hey, long time no see!"

Looking at the three children, who were much younger than him, the brown-haired man smiled nostalgically and extended an arm in greeting. He couldn't quite put his finger on what had changed about Luo Jiangxing.

However, these three children who he once thought needed his care have indeed changed... They have all grown up and become mature professional chess players, unlike himself who was so disappointing.

Two years ago, he narrowly lost the title match of the Junior Chess Saint, one of the seven major titles, and left the moon in a daze without saying a word.

Then he ran away... Just as Luo Jiangxing had thought, he was a loser.

But now... he has returned, back to the moon as the top disciple of the 10-dan Go Academy.

He is a Go player who has been forgotten by many, a professional 9-dan player, An Yuelun.

Chapter 289: No Regrets in This Life

Since it's mentioned, I'll briefly explain. Of the seven titles, the "Kisei" and "Shokisei" are different. "Kisei," "Meijin," and "Honinbo" are the top three titles, the three with the greatest influence.

The three middle ranks are [Junior Dan], [Tengen], and [Royal Throne].

The next highest title is "Qi Saint," but he is usually referred to as "Little Qi Saint."

The following are the title holders who have appeared in this book.

Chess Saint: Ji Xuehuang.

Celebrity: Luo Zhanye.

Honinbo: Unknown.

Throne: Liutianmen.

Tianyuan: Xiao Xiaoxiao.

Tenth Dan: Lin Hong.

Qisheng: Unknown.

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"Good morning, senior," the girl with long silver hair said softly, a slight smile curving her lips.

"Oh?" Lin Hong opened his eyes, which had been squinting, and stared at the silver-haired woman sitting in front of him.

"I'm saying, you don't have to be so respectful to me. You can be a little more passionate, like Little Tiger."

Lin Hong said calmly.

"Senior, is Ji Shihu's attitude what you call passion? It seems your heart hasn't grown old yet..."

Su Chan widened his silver eyes slightly and said softly.

In the starry sky, a silver spear suddenly appeared in the air and was gently grasped by her in the back of her hand.

"Well then, I'll be frank. I want to win, I will win, and I will take away the tenth dan title that belongs to my senior."

A cold glint appeared at the tip of the silver spear, and Su Chan spoke softly.

"Please make your move," Lin Hong said, tucking his two aged arms into his sleeves and gently placing them on his knees.

With his eyes half-closed, Lin Hong slightly raised his long black and white hair, and spun a black and white yin-yang ball in his hand.

"However, little Su Chan, you're wrong about one thing. My heart, like my soul and body, has grown old. So old that... every move I make, every thought I have, is exhausting. I am truly old; my body has begun to decay."

Lin Hong slowly shook his head and sighed calmly.

What……?

Lin Hong spoke very softly, but it made Su Chan's silver eyes widen suddenly.

This man... what's wrong with him? He's a bit different from other older chess players.

However, before she could think too much, the tips of her silver hair fell down her neck from her ears, and Su Chan's right hand suddenly became somewhat out of control, gently picking up a black chess piece.

Small eye... *pat*.

The black chess piece shimmered with silver light, like a drawn silver spear piercing the chessboard, while her long silver hair moved without wind.

My older sister told me to go for the small eye, so I did. Next up is the wrong small eye.

Her sharp, silver eyes were extremely focused; once she placed a piece, she immediately entered a state of concentration.

After all, the magnificent silver chessboard in front of her was enough to draw all her attention.

Just look at the chessboard.

So, Lin Hong, where will you place your first move? At the Star Position… Small Eye? Or perhaps outside the Eye?

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Silver Spear Consort Su Chan, this is my first time playing against you.

Lin Hong used his aged arms to pick up a white chess piece. The silver-haired girl in front of him was very young and very focused.

She is a born chess player.

If her Go skills are truly strong enough, after five games, perhaps she should be called "10-dan Su Chan".

His aged arms gently picked up a black chess piece, the same technique he had used countless times before.

He wore a dark blue Taoist robe, had long black and white hair, and a slightly aged face.

Day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, day after day, year after year.

Lin Hong had never thought about such a thing before, but at this moment, he was eager to know.

Throughout his life, how many moves had he made? As his right hand drew ever closer to the chessboard, an unusual light shone in Lin Hong's black pupils.

In the past, what were his feelings when he made a move? What was he thinking? Was it the game of chess? Or his good-for-nothing son?

When he was a child, he might have been thinking about what to have for dinner.

In his youth, he might have thought about which female chess player was prettier and wanted to marry one of them.

In his middle age, he might have been thinking about the title of 10th Dan, which sounded impressive, so he wanted to get it.

So now, at nearly 50 years old, what is he thinking about?

He was thinking about his entire life, his past, how many moves he had made, and what he was thinking when he made those moves.

However, he had long forgotten what he had been thinking in the past, so how could he possibly remember it seriously?

What's past is past, and the 10th dan I once longed for has become my title.

The white chess piece that Lin Hong was holding in his right hand was getting closer and closer to the chessboard.

But for some reason, his thoughts were getting faster and faster.

Will I regret making this move?

I probably won't regret it, because in my life, in my fifty years of life, I've always had to make moves like this.

Everyone knows that in Go, you have to place stones.

So, what is someone like me, who has been playing chess for nearly 50 years?

With the same movements, the same posture, the same expression, but with different mindsets, they place the chess pieces.

I am... a professional Go player? Ten-dan Lin Hong?

I think I'm no longer just a professional Go player; my life is Go.

If I truly regret anything, if I regret the life I was born for Go, then I shouldn't have said those words back then.

As the white piece on his right hand drew closer to the chessboard, Lin Hong's vision went completely white, and a look of relief appeared on his aged face.

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More than forty years ago... a kindergarten in Yongyue City.

A little boy with short black hair was squatting on a chair, sobbing softly.

This is his first time going to kindergarten today, to the youngest class. His mother said he has to stay here by himself.

Wearing a onesie meant for little children, the four-year-old boy stood up helplessly and walked down the corridor.

Where is Mommy? Does Mommy not want me anymore?

The bewildered little boy gradually walked into a brightly lit room from which strange, clattering sounds could be heard.

A few seconds later, the boy gradually stopped crying and walked in curiously. This was the kindergarten's Go (Weiqi) hobby class.

What is this? They... look so serious, are they competing?

Watching all the children his age staring intently at the chessboard, a female teacher patrolling around, the little boy covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

For some reason, seeing this scene made his heart start pounding.

His heart pounded at a rate that defied human perception, but... he didn't notice it at all.

I want to... play.

Lin Hong said in a low voice.

Play? Play what? Play Go?

Go... is not something to be played, it's something to be played.

However, Lin Hong was just a child back then, and he couldn't distinguish between playing Go and playing games.