Chapter 68 The Game of Chess That Was Lost

Xuanhe Peak is one of the three main peaks of Linglong Pavilion, and also the origin of Linglong Pavilion.

Legend has it that before the previous dynasty, Da Chu had yet to open, and before Chu, Da Li.

Whenever war broke out in Dali, the Central Plains swayed and wolves covered the ground.

A Great Sage of Medicine lived in seclusion here. He opened the mountain gate to save the Li people at the foot of the mountain and took them in. The Righteous Daoists of the world heard his name, so they all came to seek refuge. The last group of wandering people gathered here, finally forming the exquisite pavilion that had caused the entire world to hibernate.

The Linglong Pavilion had never lacked officials and scholars, nor did they lack famous Jianghu Rangers and Swordsmen.

However, no matter how famous the two were, each of the Linglong Pavilion's headmasters was no exception. They were all disciples from Xuanhe Peak.

Martial artists are very hostile, counselors are too deep. In the end, it was contrary to the purpose of the Linglong Pavilion's founding. Therefore, the founding Great Sage of Medicine had left behind such ancestral teachings long ago. Every sect leader needed to be this Xuanhe Peak disciple.

Ning Zhumang 's generation was naturally no exception.

On the snow-capped mountain and the silver-wrapped Exquisite Pavilion, only the peak of the Xuanhe Peak was a dazzling emerald green.

This was naturally an extremely unusual matter. There was no such thing as a snow ridge at the bottom of a mountain and a spring at the top of a mountain in this world.

However, it was rumored that there were many rare and precious medicinal herbs planted on the summit of the Xuanhe River. In order to protect these rare and precious treasures, all the ancestors of the Linglong Pavilion had specially laid down an array formation on the summit of the Xuanhe River Peak. Therefore, the rain and sunshine here were all controlled by the array formation to satisfy the extremely harsh growth conditions of those rare and precious treasures.

At this moment, at the peak of the Xuanhe Peak, where the grass grew and flew with vibrant spring scenery, there was a small courtyard called the Xuanhe Pot.

Ning Zhumang , dressed in a large purple robe, sat at the stone table in the courtyard and looked at the black-clothed old man in front of him with a solemn gaze.

Ning Zhumang pondered for a moment before saying, "Martial Uncle's Dao Discussion Conference is a big event. The world in Great Zhou is no longer as it used to be." He could tell that the Sect Leader of the Exquisite Pavilion had shown enough respect for the old man in front of him. He had thought about every word he said, trying not to make the old man feel the slightest bit dissatisfied or offended.

Compared to Ning Zhumang 's imminent enemies, the old man dressed in black showed a faint scenery. He gently picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, and said quietly, "Do you think this Dao Discussion Conference is inappropriate? Or did you blame me for not discussing it with your Sect Leader before?"

The old man's tone was extremely ordinary, but what was unusual was that as he said this, the surrounding air seemed to have cooled down a little at that instant.

"Disciple doesn't dare. It's just that …" Ning Zhumang was very clear about this Martial Uncle's temperament. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said. However, just as he said that, the old man interrupted him again.

The old man said indifferently, his tone calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "Daoist Lunar Temple's supreme being has lived for 600 years. Sixty years ago, he failed to block the sixth Heavenly Tribulation …"

Ning Zhumang 's heart trembled when he heard this.

This news could be considered as big news for everyone in the world.

He even temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction with the Dao Discussion Assembly and subconsciously asked, "Supreme True Man, a land deity who has lived for six hundred years … He hasn't taken that step for six hundred years … Could it be that our generation of cultivators really have lost their destiny to the Dao of the Immortals?" At this point, the expression on Ning Zhumang 's face became somewhat confused.

It was as if the voyager had lost his lighthouse and the snowy wolves had lost their heads.

The black-clothed old man also sighed at that time, "The Heavenly Dao is unpredictable and the gods and ghosts are unfathomable. Even a Supreme True Man would find it difficult to spy on one or two of them."

"In that case, Daoist Supreme only has forty years left." Ning Zhumang said again, his tone carrying a hint of a rabbit's death and a fox's sadness.

"It will take five years, and at least three years." However, the black-clothed old man shook his head and said in a deep voice.

"Why?" Hearing this, Ning Zhumang was shocked. Daoist Supreme was an Earth Immortal who had already passed five heavenly tribulations. Even if he failed, he should still be able to safely pass the last hundred years. But why was his lifespan so close to exhaustion after only sixty years?

"He calculated a divination for me." The old man spoke again, his voice a few points deeper than before.

"Huh?" A strange expression flashed in Ning Zhumang's eyes at that time. Of course, he understood that the Supreme True Man had exhausted all of his decades of lifespan. The source was actually asking for a hexagram for his Martial Uncle. What exactly was this hexagram? Ning Zhumang didn't know, but he was sure that the content was enough to change the world.

"Zhu Mang, do you still remember the opening general outline of the Supreme Secret Scripture of the Exquisite Pavilion, the Universal Ceremony?" The old man ignored the shock in Ning Zhumang 's heart and asked calmly.

"Naturally, I remember that the heavens give birth to all living things, and the heavens swamp the great dao." Ning Zhumang felt that his Martial Uncle was different today. Although he could not say that his Twilight Spirit was heavy, it was not as sharp as it used to be.

"That's right. The heavens are pregnant and all living things are born. The heavens are formed by the Grand Dao." The old man repeated Ning Zhumang 's words, and the light in his eyes lit up and darkened. "Although the world's sect codes have different emphasis, their essentials do not depart from the scope of the Grand Dao's Heavenly Achievement. It's just that…"

The old man paused for a moment before continuing, "However, this cultivator is either seeking freedom or longevity. Which one of them is not against the Heavenly Dao? To use Heavenly Dao techniques to seek heaven-defying deeds… It would be reckless to say, but rather foolish to say…"

Ning Zhumang was confused and looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly as if he could see the puzzlement in the eyes of the 40-year-old Sect Leader.

"This old man has ruled the world for dozens of years and has spent half of my life trying to uphold the Righteous path. However, I am always puzzled in my heart. Everyone says that the chaos of the Great Zhou is the result of the little emperor killing his father and ascending to the throne. However, if the Righteous path is the Heavenly Dao, then heaven's punishment will fall on that old emperor alone. Why do you have to make the people suffer?"

"Since the calamity was caused by him, I'll just kill him and see what happens on this day."

At that time, the old man's eyes lit up again.

The light was cold, dazzling, and extremely sharp.

Ning Zhumang 's body trembled when he heard this. He glanced at the old man in front of him and saw the expression on his face. He knew that he was not lying.

"Martial Uncle, you can't do this. No matter how angry the Tai Yuan Emperor is, he is still orthodox. With the Great Zhou Kingdom's fate protecting him, how can Martial Uncle hurt him?"

"Of course I know this." The old man smiled again. Then, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Ning Zhumang . Then, he said, "Sixty years ago, I wanted to give him a try in the game of chess that Supreme True Man lost."

Ning Zhumang subconsciously took the note. When he saw what was said on the paper, his expression changed again.

That was the divination that Supreme True Man Master wanted with his life. If what the divination said was true, finding this sword and wanting to kill that emperor was not an arcane dream.

"Hongjian is a good seedling. I will be able to teach him well in the next month. Then I will go to the Pass of Death in Chongju Peak. Everything in the mountain falls on your head. Zhu Mang, if I can't take that step, the burden of the Exquisite Pavilion will fall on your shoulders." The old man said meaningfully.

Seemingly sensing the determination of the old man, Ning Zhumang 's words of persuasion did not come out of his mouth.

He roughly understood his martial uncle's intentions. The so-called Dao Discussion Conference was nothing more than a cover for gathering people from Jianghu and searching for the things mentioned in the divination. Whether this matter succeeded or not, it would definitely push the Linglong Pavilion to the forefront of the storm. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment when he thought about the thousand-year foundation of the Linglong Pavilion, but he still nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, Martial Uncle. Zhu Mang will definitely live up to his promise."

The Sect Leader cupped his hands and said.

His tone was sincere and respectful.

Just like when he entered the mountain gate.

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