Mysterious journey

The carriage moved forward with the jingling of bells.

In the car, Garen and the witch Laura sat opposite each other. A short square table was placed between them. The black and red tabletop was covered with densely packed Go boards. Garen held the white one and Laura held the black one.

The black stone usually starts with the younger generation, and the white stone is held by the elder.

Garen also didn't expect that this world would be like Earth, with such things as Go, and the rules would be exactly the same as those on Earth.

At this time, the white pieces on the chessboard have occupied most of the territory. Laura was still unconvinced and worked hard to find a breakthrough. She grabbed a sunspot in her hand but couldn't find any space to put it down.

She raised her head and glanced at Garen across from her, pouting at the corner of her mouth.

"No more playing!"

"Isn't your overall situation advantageous?" Garen smiled and asked softly, "Why don't you win?"

"What's the overall situation!? What's the use of having an advantage if you die when you encounter it!?" Laura said dissatisfied, "You didn't care about the overall situation at all, you just rushed over, and the layout was disrupted with great difficulty!"

Garen's chess strategy doesn't care about the overall layout. His local killing ability is amazingly strong, and he will almost die on contact. No matter how good the layout is, it is useless if the local war is abnormal and cannot be won.

Laura finally figured out a way to hold the opponent back while quickly occupying the territory. Unfortunately, the so-called holding back was too short, and Galleon's precise calculations were too powerful to have any delaying effect. He may even die faster due to lack of concentration.

"Isn't this a typical example of using force to overcome skill?" Laura seemed to have some realization. "When the gap in strength levels is too big, this phenomenon will occur."

"As long as you understand." Garen nodded, "Theoretically, the level of strength can be compensated by skills, but there is a limit. When it reaches the point where others' casual words and actions require you to try your best to compensate, This gap is already a matter of strength overcoming skill.”

Laura naturally understands this truth, and her master once told her this.

"Wisdom also needs to be able to leverage the opponent's chess pieces in order to be effective, right?"

"Wisdom is actually a kind of power." Garen smiled and began to gently sweep the chess pieces into the chess baskets. "If your wisdom can reach the point where the heaven and earth are the chessboard and all things are the chess pieces, then it is also an extremely powerful force."

"But there are too many variables between heaven and earth. To reach that level, at least all things must be self-aware. That kind of terrifying control over information requires extremely huge power, right?" Laura rhetorical question.

"So the two paths of heart and force have their own drawbacks and advantages. One is to strengthen oneself, and the other is to leverage all things. It depends on people's own choices. Today's scientific guns and cannons are from the second path. result."

Heart and strength, this is the ultimate answer pursued by martial arts masters of all ages.

A counselor of the ages, a tyrannical general, a top counselor and strategist who has no power but can laugh and talk to tens of thousands of troops. Before he was born, he had no starting point army to leverage, and he was just an ordinary person. people.

The most powerful generals and top warriors who are powerful enough to sweep across the battlefield have their own physical limits after all, and cannot exceed the combined power of countless people.

Only the combination of heart and force, mutual promotion and mutual evolution, just like the communication of yin and yang, will produce the most harmonious state, which is the truly most powerful state. In Garen's view, the most powerful state is one who has enough strength and not bad mental wisdom.

Taking the power of single digits as the base number, the power of wisdom is not much.

But with the power of tens of thousands as the base, and then using wisdom to leverage it, it would be really terrifying.

Garen understands this, so his path has always been to be strong himself, supplemented by wisdom. This is the path he chose, because with the existence of innate abilities, the limits he can reach are far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

"Manpower has its limits after all." Laura thought for a moment and finally said with some regret.

"Yes. The heart can leverage the power of countless people. When gathered together, it is a force that far exceeds that of an individual." Garen nodded, "So wisdom has almost no limits, but human power is ultimately limited."

For a moment, neither of them spoke anymore, and the car fell into a faint silence.

Garen sighed slightly. For others, there is no road ahead, but for him, there is almost no end in sight.

Dang. Dang.

Time passed little by little, and a white Western clock hanging in the carriage suddenly rang.

The two of them glanced at the clock face: 16:00.

Laura knelt down beside the low table, her expression moving slightly.

"Master Jialong, if you are really the King of the Century who fought the first generation Immortal Lord, then maybe the little guy in the provincial capital now is your sister's granddaughter."

"Oh?" Garen was stunned.

"I have met several times." Laura whispered, "That little guy is the current leader of the Nantian Sect. After you disappeared in the battle of Black Smoke Island, the Nantian Sect split internally. The generals established their own sect and broke away from the sect. Originally, Nantianmen is the product of the combination of the twelve southern sects. Without a spiritual symbol and unified leader, division is inevitable. Some of them join the Immortal Palace, and some join our Demon Sect. The remaining ones stick to the original group and combine with the Baiyun Sect. The prototype of the current Nantianmen was formed."

"Continue." This was the first time Garen heard a complete story about the formation and development of the Nantian Gate. He didn't expect that it was actually the product of the fusion with the Baiyun Gate.

Laura sorted out her thoughts a little.

"The Nantian Holy Fist Sect had no choice but to be called the Nantian Sect without the Holy Fist. Its leader Ying'er was operating normally under the care of the Star Ring Sect and the Nightmare King. However, Ying'er later died of illness, leaving two Adopted sons and daughters, the Nantian Sect split up again due to the struggle for power. This time, there is no old relationship, and the Star Ring Sect and the King of Nightmares no longer take care of them. The Immortal Palace takes the opportunity to take action. Although I, the Demon Sect, try my best to take care of it, it still... "

She looked extremely regretful and spoke with deep affection. No matter who listened, they felt that she was so concerned about the development of Nantianmen and that she had obviously sincerely helped Zhaofu.

Only when Jia Long heard that Ying'er died of illness, a trace of fluctuation flashed in his eyes.

"So the ban on martial arts came about?"

"Yes." Laura nodded, "No one thought that Senior Ying'er would actually place his real hope on a young girl of the grandson's generation. When we found out that the situation in the Immortal Palace was already established, I, the Demon Sect, wanted to help, but Now I can't protect myself." Laura looked like she was crying.

"Then what's going on with the Baiyun Sect now?" Garen looked surprisingly calm.

"Are you talking about the small sect over at Lanzhou?" Laura quickly straightened up her posture, "It was indeed established by the disciples of the Baiyun Sect back then, but it has long since lost its inheritance and only practices low-level secret martial arts." She actually said He knows everything, he is worthy of being the leader of the Demon Sect, and the first person in the sect after the death of the Demon Sect's soldier master.

She glanced furtively at Garen.

"Do you want to rebuild the sect?"

Garen smiled and did not respond.

"Andrela and the Nightmare King, are you okay?"

"Senior Andrela is the current strongest swordsman of the Star Ring Sect. He is in charge of the entire sect and has not made a move for many years. Senior Nightmare King. His whereabouts are unknown. You also know that this senior is moody, changeable, and has no one." We can catch his whereabouts. The only thing we know is that he is still alive." Following the local customs, Laura turned out to be extremely skillful in narrating in Dongzhou dialect, using precise and appropriate words.

Although Jia Lung only learned Dongzhou dialect through exchanges with the woman named Zhao, he was still not as fluent as hers.

Andrela and the Nightmare King were good friends back then, and they never separated. Garon knew that if he found one of them, the other would definitely be not far away.

"I would also like you to notify the Star Ring Gate and ask Andrela to come over with Nightmare!" Garen said lightly.

"Exact message?" Laura's heart was beating wildly. Star Ring Sword King and Nightmare were both top masters. They had not made a move for many years and their strength was unpredictable. Even the Immortal Lord had tolerated the Star Ring Sect's repeated attempts to protect Nantianmen. move. There are rumors that the two of them can even compete with the Immortal Lord together.

"Of course." Garen turned his head and looked outside the car. The black wilderness grass that was constantly passing by was blown by the wind with layers of dark green ripples.

Suddenly, a black dove flew into the carriage with fluttering wings and landed lightly in Laura's hands.

Laura glanced at Garen, then casually lifted one of the pigeon's legs and took off the black paper roll tied to it.

Remove the black wire and unfold it.

After just a glance, her expression changed slightly.

"Sect Master, I'm afraid we have to speed up. The situation in the provincial capital has changed, and Nantian Sect Master may be in danger."

"Elaborate." Garen's expression was slightly condensed.

"The leader of the Nantian Clan, Ying Ying'er, is under house arrest. The Little Immortal Master may have discovered her identity."

Before she finished speaking, Laura instantly felt a tightening in her waist, her whole body felt light, and her eyes blurred for a moment. She had been held in Garen's arms, left the carriage, and was running at high speed in the black wilderness.

The wind whistled beside her ears, and there was a faint scream that broke through the air. The surrounding scene turned into a blur, and she couldn't even see it clearly with her dynamic vision.

"Guide the way." Garen's voice came to his ears.

In shock, Laura reluctantly looked forward, and saw only the wilderness, rocks, and winding gray-white driveway, all passing by in an instant, and occasionally passing by a grassland river, which was more than twice as fast as her own journey. .

"I can't see clearly," Laura said in shame. As the current top master of the Demon Sect, she couldn't even see clearly. She was now completely convinced that Garen was the King of the Century. Although she didn't know why, it was different from the records back then. Different, but that's not the point. Rumors about the Eye of Ten Thousand Thoughts in the Immortal Palace record the secret method of storing souls with thoughts. If you can find a suitable body to seize the body, you can be reborn in disguise.

Garen had to slow down from time to time to allow Laura to identify the direction.