Zongman: The post-2D era

Chapter 609: A Step to Heaven in the Medicine House World

Friday, March 3

The Go board in the Green and Green Pavilion has been filled with black and white pieces to look like a two-color map.

Bai Ling was stunned. She didn't expect Feng Feng to suddenly wave at her. She hurried forward with a charming smile on her lips, "Master Feng Feng, do you need a pillow to rest?"

Feng Feng slowly opened his eyes, with a sharp light flashing in them. He waved his hand horizontally, and the chess pieces on the chessboard flew up immediately, just like a map of this era.

He looked at the center calmly, his voice revealing an unquestionable confidence, "Playing chess? What do you want me to do by holding you back?"

Bai Ling was overwhelmed by Feng Feng's aura and couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

But she was also a woman who refused to admit defeat, so she sat down next to Feng Feng, stretched out her hand and picked up a white piece and said, "Our three immortals are good at chess. My Lord has something to do and has to leave first, so Bai Ling will make the move for you."

In the backyard of the Green Pavilion, Maomao's gorgeous clothes were shining with an eerie luster, and her hands were stained with blood, which dripped onto the bluestone like tear marks in the night.

She looked up at the wooden house where her mother lay sick in bed, her eyes gleaming with determination and resolve.

Feng Feng walked out of the front yard and looked at her, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but more of admiration. He put down the bamboo sword in his hand and walked slowly towards Maomao, each step seemed to be treading on the heavy history.

"You want to save your mother, Maomao." Feng Feng's voice was deep and powerful, as if it echoed in the night sky. "But you have to know that not everyone can achieve success overnight."

Maomao smiled slightly, she looked up at Fengfeng, her eyes flashing with expectation and confidence. "I know, Master Fengfeng. But I also believe that with you here, I will succeed."

"Unless you hate me."

The sun was like a thread, casting mottled shadows on the bluestone road. Maomao, dressed in the gorgeous clothes of a concubine, stood in the weeds, her hands stained with blood, dripping on the bluestone like tears in the night.

Her eyes were firm and resolute, as if she had made all preparations.

Feng Feng slowly walked towards Maomao, his eyes revealing deep surprise and admiration. He stopped, looked at Maomao, and said in a deep voice: "You have done it, what can I do? Kill you?"

Maomao smiled slightly and walked into the house, with expectation and confidence in his eyes. "I know that Master Fengfeng is the best to us."

The two walked into the room, and a smell of medicine and dampness hit them. The woman lying in bed, dressed in white, looked ashen, like a withered white lotus. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was weak, as if she would disappear from this world at any time.

Maomao rushed to the bedside, held her mother's hand, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Mom, you must hold on, I will save you."

Feng Feng stood beside the bed, his eyes deep. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Maomao's mother's pulse, frowning slightly.

"She won't live long." Feng Feng's voice was low and powerful, as if an invisible force was permeating the room.

The sunlight shone through the half-open window, dappling onto the face of the sick woman. She slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes, which had once been full of life, now looked dull and empty.

She raised her fingers slightly, and put her fingertips together, as if holding a chess piece, which was the Go that she was familiar with. She bowed her head slightly in the direction of Feng Feng, and made an almost imperceptible gesture of greeting.

Her action caught Feng Feng's attention. He turned to look at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He walked to the bedside, squatted down, and looked at the woman at eye level.

The woman's eyes fell on his face, lingered for a moment, then slowly moved down to the bamboo sword in his hand. Her fingers moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end no sound came out.

Feng Feng sighed and spread his hands. The chessboard in the front yard was suspended in the air like a phantom, with black and white pieces clearly distinguished and intricate. The sunlight shone through the window and onto the chessboard, reflecting a dazzling light.

He looked at Maomao's mother, his eyes revealing an indescribable emotion. "If you beat me, you can reach the third level and recover your health. If you lose..."

In front of the chessboard, Maomao's mother's eyes were firm and focused, as if the whole world was left with only this game of chess.

She reached out and picked up a black piece, then gently dropped it. The piece collided with the chessboard, making a crisp sound that echoed in the empty backyard and spread throughout the capital.

Feng Feng looked at her with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He picked up a white piece, thought for a moment, and then slowly put it down.

The woman's sudden action stunned Maomao. She turned to look at her mother, her eyes full of surprise and confusion.

However, the woman seemed not to notice her gaze. Her eyes were focused and determined, as if all her attention was focused on the chess game in front of her.

She picked up a white chess piece and gently placed it on the chessboard. The moment the chess piece touched the chessboard, a clear and pleasant sound was emitted, as if a mysterious force was permeating the air. The sound echoed in the empty backyard, as if it had spread throughout the world.

Maomao looked at her mother and felt inexplicably moved.

Feng Feng held the black piece and responded casually: "Do you know the story of the Lan Ke chess game?" His words permeated the air, and along with the breeze blowing in from the window, gently brushed over Maomao and her mother.

Maomao frowned slightly, thinking about this unfamiliar word, while her mother's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, as if the name of the story touched some deep memories.

Feng Feng continued, "Legend has it that in ancient times, a woodcutter was chopping wood in the mountains and encountered an immortal playing chess. He was attracted by the chess game and stopped to watch. Unknowingly, the handle of the axe in his hand had rotted into rotten wood. When he returned to the village, he found that a hundred years had passed and everything had changed."

He looked up at Maomao, his eyes gleaming with a deep light, "This chess game is the Lan Ke game. It is not just a game of chess, but also a maze of time, a world that makes people intoxicated."

The sunlight seemed to be even softer, and it sprinkled gently on the woman, covering her with a layer of golden halo. Under the reflection of this light, the woman's face gradually faded away from its paleness and regained a hint of redness.

Her once dull eyes now became bright, as if they were sparkling with star-like light.

Her body seemed to be changing, too. The white clothes that had been clinging to her skin had turned into colorful clothes. The patterns on the clothes rose and fell with her breathing, as if they had life.

Her fingers also became nimble, gently stroking the edge of the bed, as if she was reminiscing about the past.

The whole room was full of life and energy, as if spring had arrived early. The sunshine, the colorful clothes, and the bright smile of the woman all formed a beautiful picture.

In this scene, Feng Feng and Maomao were also deeply attracted. Their eyes followed the woman's every move closely, as if they were afraid of missing this miraculous change.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice, sprinkling on the chessboard in patches. Between the black and white pieces, it seems as if time has frozen at this moment.

Maomao stared at her mother intently, her fingers dancing gently on the chessboard, each move was like a delicate dance, graceful and powerful. The woman's face gradually became ruddy, and her eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if she had returned to her youth.

"Pah!" As a white piece fell, the whole chess game became clear in an instant. Maomao stared at the chessboard in disbelief. She finally understood the deep meaning of the "Lan Ke chess game" Fengfeng had mentioned before.

This is not just a game of chess, but also a maze of time, in which people can experience the flow of time and the ups and downs of life.

The sun dappled the bluestone slabs, and the backyard was filled with a faint scent of tea. Feng Feng stood beside the chessboard, his eyes sharp, revealing an indescribable appreciation.

He looked at the woman, the former top prostitute in the brothel, who had now regained her former charm, like a bright pearl shining on a chessboard.

But he still shook his head, a smile appeared on his lips, and he said softly: "You are going to lose."

The woman was slightly stunned, then looked up at Feng Feng, with a gleam of unwillingness in her eyes. She stared at the chessboard, her fingers gently sliding across it, looking for a chance to turn defeat into victory. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape the predicament before her.

The sunlight shines through the window lattices, sprinkling on the bluestone slabs in a mottled manner. The fragrance of tea in the backyard seems to be infected by the tense atmosphere and becomes solemn.

Maomao remained silent, her eyes fixed on the chessboard, but her hands unconsciously clenched into fists. She watched her mother's graceful performance on the chessboard, feeling both proud and painful.

Those scarred hands, which once struggled against a cruel fate, have now become her only weapon.

Suddenly, she stood up and grabbed Feng Feng's neck with both hands. This happened so suddenly that both Feng Feng and the woman were stunned.

Chapter 610: Blue Rose of the Medicine House World

Saturday, March 4

It was raining blue roses in the Green Pavilion.

Maomao's eyes were filled with anger and sadness, her tears were rolling in her eyes but never fell.

In the imperial palace far from the Green Pavilion, a golden light suddenly emerged from the ground and shot straight into the sky. In the golden light, a golden body of an arhat slowly emerged, shining with brilliant golden light all over, like a god descending from the Buddha Kingdom.

His face was kind and solemn, his eyes were closed, as if he was thinking about the sufferings of the world. He put his hands together, and countless blue roses flew out of his palms, freezing the air around him.

The maids and eunuchs in the palace stopped to watch, their faces showing horror. They knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and chanted something, praying that this mysterious golden arhat could protect the royal family and the country.

At the same time, Feng Feng and Maomao in the Green Pavilion also felt this strong golden light. They looked up and saw the golden body of Arhat standing in the air, with golden light shining on the entire palace.

A trace of fear flashed across Mao Mao's eyes, while Feng Feng frowned and stroked the delicate fingerprints on his neck.

Feng Feng stretched out his hand and gently caught a falling blue rose. Its petals were like the purest sapphires, sparkling with a mysterious light.

He turned around and looked at the woman sitting in front of the chessboard. The woman was dressed in white, like moonlight shining on the world, with long hair draped over her shoulders, an elegant face, and deep wisdom hidden in her eyes.

Feng Feng smiled, walked to the woman, and gently placed the blue rose on the chessboard: "Luohan offers a city full of blue roses as a gift, are you willing to accept it?"

The woman looked up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then turned into a gentle smile. She stretched out her hand and touched the blue rose lightly with her fingertips, as if she was afraid it would break.

"There are countless flowers in the world, but this one is the most special in my heart." The woman said softly, her voice was like a clear mountain spring, calming the mind. "Let this blue rose add a different color to our chess game."

"Can't!"

Maomao's voice echoed in the empty Green Pavilion, with a hint of determination and expectation. She cupped her hands, a simple gesture that revealed her inner determination and sincerity.

The bandages on her hands were particularly eye-catching under the dim light. The bright red color seemed to be the blood surging in her heart, or her desire for an unknown power.

She gazed at the shining golden body of the Arhat, her eyes revealing an unprecedented piety.

Although her voice was low, it was full of power as she said to Feng Feng: "Please help me again, and everything I have can be my reward." Her voice echoed in the air, as if causing ripples.

At this moment, the light in the Green Pavilion seemed to become softer, as if inspired by the cat's words.

The golden body of the Arhat still stood in the air, shining with golden light, but its eyes seemed to be slightly open, revealing a kind light. The fallen blue rose gently rotated in the air, as if asking the mother and daughter to come home.

Feng Feng's voice echoed in the empty Green Pavilion, with a hint of teasing and mockery. His middle finger gently lifted Maomao's chin, forcing her to look at him. A trace of anger and humiliation flashed in Maomao's eyes, but she was powerless to resist. Feng Feng's eyes wandered over her face, as if he was admiring a beautiful painting.

"You just hurt me by strangling me with your hands, and you still want me to help you?" Feng Feng's voice was low and powerful, and every word hit Maomao's heart like a hammer.

Maomao gritted her teeth, not letting her anger and humiliation spill out. She tried hard to break free from Feng Feng's middle finger, but to no avail. With a firm light in her eyes, she said, "Since I have done it, I will accept any consequences!"

"Sir, I am willing to give myself to you, I only ask you to let my daughter go."

The woman's words echoed in the air, with an unspeakable affection and determination. She raised her head, her clear eyes gleaming with the radiance of maternal love, and when she looked at Feng Feng, there was a hint of helpless request.

Feng Feng looked at the woman, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. He saw the determination and helplessness in the woman's eyes, and also saw her deep attachment to her daughter.

He gently put down the blue rose in his hand, walked to the woman, looked down at her, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He reached out and gently held the woman's hand, and whispered, "Your daughter wanted to save you, but she didn't believe I would save you, so she chose her own way first."

The woman raised her head, a flash of surprise and gratitude in her eyes, which then turned into deep respect. She nodded slightly and said, "If I can play another game of chess, I will die without regrets."

Feng Feng waved his sleeves lightly, and the entire Green Pavilion suddenly shone with light. A blue rose petal floated up from the ground and slowly rose into the air. Following his gesture, the petals spread out in the air and turned into a huge chessboard, stretching across the center of the Green Pavilion.

The golden light is shining, the white clouds are floating, and the lines and squares on the chessboard are clearly visible, as if all the essence of heaven and earth are gathered here.

However, this beautiful scenery made Feng Feng feel irritable. He frowned and stared at the chessboard with golden light and white clouds, and an indescribable irritation surged in his heart. He knew that this was because the contest between him and Luohan was far from over, and this chessboard was the battlefield between them.

The splendor of the palace remains undiminished under the night sky, and the bright lights illuminate every corner, just like the stars from the sky descending to the earth.

Luohan stood in the corridor of the palace, his anxious eyes piercing through the heavy curtains and looking into the distance. His brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper, showing his inner worry and anxiety.

He held a chess piece in his hand. The piece was as smooth as jade and exuded a faint sandalwood scent. He gently stroked the chess piece, as if he was looking for some kind of power or some kind of memory.

With a determined light in his eyes, he said to himself, "Now that you have recovered from your illness and regained the power of chess, come back to me."

The beautiful woman shook her head gently, her movements were graceful and calm, as if every subtle expression and movement was telling her story. She gently lifted her dress, revealing her fair breasts.

At that moment, her body was like moonlight, emitting a mysterious and charming light. Her eyes were shining with determination, as if telling Feng Feng that she was willing to give everything for her daughter.

"I do not need."

Feng Feng's words were like cold water, extinguishing the fire of hope in the woman's heart. Her face turned pale in an instant. She struggled to stand up, but fell to the ground due to weakness.

Feng Feng looked at her with a trace of pity in his eyes, but he knew that he had to make a choice.