After all of us are reborn, who plays Go?

Mr. Wang Yaozu's funeral was not grand, just like that of most ordinary elderly people who passed away.

Even because the Wang family had few relatives, Wang Zhenhua, as a son, did not make too much preparation. Although he knew that his father's former students and friends would come, he did not expect there would be so many.

He also knew that his father seemed to be quite capable in the past, but he didn't expect that he would be so influential and that so many people would come to attend the funeral.

To some extent, Wang Yaozu also benefited from the help of his last little apprentice, Zhan Lang has achieved the highest achievement in the Chinese Go world today.

Even now, when talking about Chinese Go, the word "Zhanlang" cannot be avoided.

Zhan Lang was admitted to the provincial team because of Wang Yaozu's help in finding someone with connections to guarantee his admission. From the outside, the two of them were actually a master-disciple relationship, which could definitely not be fake.

Zhan Lang, the number one Go player in China, has come in person. Naturally, many people with connections have also come to show their faces, and to pay tribute to the old predecessors.

Not to mention that Wang Yaozu has quite a few disciples, and there are even more who he can establish connections with.

Because the Chinese national team arrived a day early, and many people from the Chinese Go community had also arrived, the existing arrangements could not accommodate so many people.

After communicating with others, Chen Long directly took over the funeral process and began to rearrange the memorial service and funeral arrangements.

As the Northern King who once dominated the Go world, Wang Yaozu's funeral was not very shabby. Many players who had been taught by him received the news and rushed over from all over the country. Even some who did not make it asked others to send them elegiac couplets.

China's official Go magazine has also published a separate issue and added corresponding reports.

Many people also learned about this former ghost hand through reports.

Many chess players of the older generation came to pay their respects and bid farewell, and Zhan Lang also participated in the wake as a younger generation.

Seeing the gathering of many Go players, Chen Long took the lead in making a suggestion: "Mr. Wang can be regarded as a mentor to many of us here. He has contributed a lot to the Chinese Go community throughout his life.

Many of us here have benefited from his kindness, and have received his guidance and instruction. He could not live without Go in his life, and even most of you here are connected with Go because of Go.

So I would like to make a suggestion here. I have prepared the chessboard and chess pieces. I hope that everyone who attends this memorial service will place a piece on the board in order, and finally play a chess game and put it together with the old man's ashes.

This is our way of expressing our gratitude. We hope that he can feel the prosperity of the Chinese Go world when he sees this chess record in his grave.”

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but nodded, feeling that this was a good suggestion and a way to express their gratitude to their predecessors.

Seeing that no one present had any objection, after obtaining the consent of the family members, Chen Long placed the chessboard and chess pieces under the black-and-white photo of the memorial service, and then bowed several times towards the photo.

"Teacher Wang, we were both teacher and friend back then. Thank you for your contribution to Chinese Go over the years.

Even in the end, retiring to the mountains brought us a good seedling like Zhan Lang. No matter how many words we say, it seems that there is no way to express our gratitude. Everything is in the chess record.

I hope you can see that today, Chinese Go has finally stood up! "

After the bow, Chen Long asked Wang Zhenhua, the son of Mr. Wang Yaozu, to make the first move, and the others also took turns to make moves in order.

Although everyone present is an expert at chess, everyone has different ideas. Even the mixed doubles scores are far below the lowest level.

Not to mention the chess moves made by each person, which can only be said to have barely reached the passing line and represent the thoughts of everyone.

As Wang Yaozu's apprentice, Zhan Lang's move was the last one to come, which also represented the end of the chess game.

The chess game has naturally never come to an end at this point, and even the battle between the black and white sides is very tense.

Zhan Lang, playing with black pieces, did not make the last move lightly. He also hoped that this chess record would comfort the old man in the underworld.

A few minutes later, Zhan Lang finally took out a black piece from the box next to him and placed it on the chessboard.

Jump!
After the move was made, Zhan Lang bowed three times to the photo like everyone else, and finally walked into the crowd.

Chen Long stood aside and was responsible for recording the chess game. The game would be completed with only one step left.

Chen Long was slightly stunned after taking a look at the extra chess piece on the board.

“This step…”

"One piece serves two purposes. Not only does it make up for my own weakness, it also blocks the opponent's Baron, putting it in trouble and even in danger of being skinned alive." With a move that radiated to two points at the same time, Zhan Lang's last few minutes brought this game of chess to a perfect end.

However, there was one thing Chen Long didn't see. In this move, Zhan Lang was aiming to move the dead black dragon next to him, taking advantage of its dead but not stiff status and using its force to attack him.

If White does not want one of the pieces to break out of the encirclement, he will inevitably lose the other big dragon.

Because in this case, both sides will be furious, and the final result will be that the white chess piece will be one step less.

A magical hand that uses the opponent's force to counter attack.

This was also Wang Yaozu’s favorite trick during his lifetime.

Ghost Hand Wang Yaozu, if he saw this last step of the Ghost Hand, he would also be very happy.

As a result, Wang Zhenhua thanked Chen Long for handing him the chess record. At this time, Zhan Lang also came over.

"Uncle Wang, I'm really sorry. I wasn't here when the old man left."

Wang Zhenhua looked at Zhan Lang, who was about the same age as his son, and patted him on the shoulder. He was also very familiar with Zhan Lang, his son's former classmate, and said, "It's okay. When the old man was lying on the hospital bed, he told us not to disturb your game.

If you win the championship, don't forget to tell him that this is the first Chinese world champion.

As long as China can have such a champion, his life will be worth it."

"Take this, and please put it in the teacher's grave."

Seeing Zhan Lang handing over something that looked like a vegetable jar, Wang Zhenhua was obviously stunned for a moment, not knowing what this thing was.

Why was this thing buried with his father? Does it have any special meaning?
Looking at his confused father, Wang Xiaoer couldn't help but say, "Dad, this is Brother Lang's world championship trophy. The World Go Championship trophy! It's the competition that my grandfather was thinking about before he left."

Wang Xiaoer, who was in the same class as Zhan Lang, is now in his twenties. Although he did not get into university, nowadays there is no devaluation of academic qualifications, and a high school degree is still very popular in the county.

Wang Xiaoer joined the same factory as his father and became an employee. However, after seeing many people making money, he is said to be thinking of going into business.

Although he no longer has any affinity with professional Go, Wang Xiaoer still keeps an eye on news related to Go.

You always tell everyone about Zhan Lang, right? He is the world number one in Go! He is my brother! We just had two drinks together two days ago! And he is my grandfather’s last disciple! I am the second last disciple!

So Wang Xiaoer naturally recognized at a glance that this ugly-looking jar was actually Zhan Lang’s world championship trophy.

After all, the latest issue of Go World magazine has been released, and the championship trophy has been exposed on it.

Hearing this, Wang Zhenhua quickly waved his hands: "No, no! This is a bit too expensive!"

Although he was a little confused about the gold content of the trophy, whether it was some kind of great treasure, or whether there was any gold mixed in it.

But Wang Zhenhua feels that he is not worthy of the title of world champion alone.

After all, nowadays, no matter what the event is, if anyone can win a world championship, it will be reported on the news.

This trophy alone is very valuable, I really can't accept it.

"I have already burned the news that you can win the championship to my father. I think he is very happy to hear this news. There is no need to bury this thing."

Hearing this, Zhan Lang couldn't help but shook his head: "It's okay, there will be many world championships in the future, there will be more than one world champion, and there will be more than one trophy.

The old man has gone through many ups and downs in his life, he deserves this trophy, please accept it, and when I win the world championship next time, I will bring the trophy to see him. "

Wang Zhenhua could only nod when he heard this. He carefully wrapped up the jar that looked "plain and unpretentious" and placed it in the cemetery together with his father's urn.

Looking at the crowd leaving one after another, Zhan Lang knew that an era had really ended.

In the new era, you have to write on your own.

(End of this chapter)