Chapter Twenty-Four: The Affairs of the World Are Like Chess

  The four of them were shocked, and Wang Bo was so excited that he couldn't speak, "Greetings to our ancestors!"

  The old figure didn't pay attention to the four of them, and with a wave of his hand, the sword array that had been shrouding the Sword Mausoleum quietly dispersed. The ten divine swords saw their creator, emitting intense light.

  Even Xu Huan's eyes widened, every sword cultivator could resist the temptation of a precious sword!

  Lei Ting's face was solemn, someone had entered his sword array without a single hair harmed, strangely the person who broke through the array went to great lengths but didn't take the treasure sword, what for?

  Lightning-like gaze swept around, while Wang Bo and the others dared not breathe heavily. They were high up in front of their fellow disciples, but in front of their ancestors, they were just small guys.

  When Lei Feng's gaze fell on the "舍" character on Qiang Shang, a cold smile spread from the corner of his mouth. Was this a provocation?

  Lei Feng shook his head, ready to teach these juniors a lesson, but suddenly turned around and took a step forward, standing right in front of the wall.

  Both eyes stared fixedly at the wall, and Xu Huan's four people looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what had happened.

  Is it just one word, or is it an acquaintance?

  Lei Feng's hand trembled violently, how could this be!

  How is this possible!

  "Senior, is it you? Senior, senior, come out and meet your junior!"

  Lei Feng was excited like a child, the aura on his body suddenly burst out, and his slouching body straightened up, just like a giant in the primordial era.

  Wang Bo and others were frightened, calling Shizu as a senior? ?? ?

  Isn't he a top-notch figure among the immortals on earth?

  Lei Feng shouted for half a day, but no one responded. He stared blankly at the words on the wall, his momentum slowly receding. He retreated three steps, knelt down to the ground with reverence, and kowtowed three times in front of the word "舍". The four people beside him were frightened and quickly knelt down to kowtow as well.

  Who on earth is this? What's going on?!

  The rising thunderbolt gesture swept past the treasured sword, breaking it piece by piece. Even a divine sword couldn't withstand the power of the Saintly Temple's ancestral master. Ten divine swords were broken just like that.

  Wang Bo was already heartbroken when four people cried, and Lei Guangtang had been weak for a long time. He relied on these ten divine swords to maintain his reputation, but now he's completely finished.

  After breaking the treasured sword, Lei Feng also let out a sigh of relief. He had an epiphany and felt like he had broken through his bottleneck. He left the General Hall and arrived at Lin Cang Street, hiding in plain sight to comprehend the Tao. But it turned out that everything was wrong, and this one word "let go" revealed the knot in his heart.

  After finishing, looking at the four people who knelt on the ground with reluctance in their eyes, Lei Feng also felt a bit resentful that things had turned out this way, and it was actually to the point where Lei Guang Tang had to rely on Jian Zhong to get by.

  "From today on, there will be no more sword tombs!" Lei Feng said.

  "Master, is it because your disciple has done something wrong? Please punish me!" Wang Bo was frightened out of his wits.

  "Incompetence is a sin! What has happened to our once-good Leigong Hall? If you four can't even manage this, then get out!"

  Lei Feng's angry voice made the four people as silent as cicadas in winter.

  Looking at the four of them like that, Lei Feng Huo was even more furious, but there's nothing he could do. It's all fate. The once glorious Lei Guang Tang had indeed become a memory.

  "Ancestor, who left this character? We..." Wang Bo, being somewhat courageous, asked.

  "Shut up! What are you? I can't even mention the old man's name!" Leitian scolded.

  Wang Bo immediately wilted and didn't dare lift his head. Lei Feng was known as the number one explosive in the Holy Temple, and even if he encountered a demon lord, he wouldn't be afraid. Yet, there was actually someone who made him like this.

  "Leave this character... one day you will use it."

  As soon as the voice fell, the sound of thunder disappeared. The four people stared at the only remaining wall of the sword tomb, but they couldn't see anything.

  Who exactly left this character behind? The four of them didn't dare to ask again, nor did they dare to inquire about it. Whoever dares to provoke the ancestor's prestige will be doomed.

  "Brother Meng, I'm dying! Brother Meng, you still have time to drink tea? Come on, let's go quickly!"

  "Let me finish drinking."

  "Meng Ge, Lai Zu Shi has appeared, Jian Zhong was demolished, such a big thing how can you not go to join in the fun."

  Wang Meng smiled slightly, "Well, it's too late to go now, the excitement is definitely over. Besides, what's an archer like you doing in a bustling scene? Are you thinking of changing careers?"

  Zhang Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, "Ah, yes, I'm just a lone archer, what's the big deal? It's not like the Archery Ancestor has arrived."

  "Come on, let's play another game of chess."

  "Haha, Brother Meng, in other things, I may not be as good as you, but when it comes to this game, you're no match for me! If you lose later, don't even think about hitting my head!"

  Zhang Xiaojiang smiled and said.

  Wang Meng smiled and said, "Alright, Hu Jing, you've come at just the right time. Come over and take a look together."

  Hu Jing was taken aback as soon as he entered the door, then smiled and said, "Better late than never."

  "Haha, Jingjing, you wouldn't also want to drag Mengge to watch the excitement, would you?"

  "You think everyone is like you? The four elders have all gone, where would they let us get close?"

  Hu Jing said.

  "Alright then, saves me the trouble! Come on, watch me conquer all!"

  Zhang Xiaopang's chess skills were learned from his father, and he was quite formidable. In the past, Wang Meng liked to fight fiercely, but after charging forward, he would often find himself in a hopeless situation. Whenever they played chess, Zhang was at his most domineering, exuding an aura of invincibility.

  "Meng Ge, as usual, you play black."

  Black chess has the advantage of attacking first, but Wang Meng shook his head and said, "Let's change the way we play, you play black."

  "Alright, okay."

  Zhang Xiaopang didn't hold back either, this was his last stronghold after all, and the two of them went back and forth killing each other.

  Not long after, Zhang Xiaopang stopped moving and fell into deep thought, completely ignoring the people around him.

  After deliberating for half a day, he took only one step, while Wang Meng's white character was casually put down, and Zhang Xiaopang started to entangle again.

  Hu Jing also understood, and her level was not bad either. She came from a relatively good background, and piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting were necessities for her. Like Zhang Xiaojiang, she fell into deep thought, muttering to herself: "This way... won't do, that way... won't do either..."

  Wang Meng smiled slightly, "The world is like a game of chess, when you're in a desperate situation, change your strategy, and when you change, you'll find a way out."

  Two people completely subconsciously reacted, poor then change, change then pass through...

  "I've got it!" Zhang Xiaopang's Heizi suddenly charged towards Wang Meng's big dragon.

  "Haha, commendable bravery, but insufficient wisdom!"

  Plop, a white egg fell down.

  Zhang Xiaopang and Hu Jing fell into contemplation again. Wang Meng smiled, "Let's stop here for today."

  Zhang Xiaopang slowly got up after a while, scratching his head, "Damn it, why does everything feel like death?"

  The two of them looked at Wang Meng, and Wang Meng smiled, "I don't see any flowers on my face, the two senior disciples of the elders should work harder, in the future you will still have to cover for me."

  "Oh no, Master asked me to bring something."

  Zhang Xiaopang patted his head and slipped away quickly, this guy heard that there was a commotion halfway and rushed over.

  Hu Jing was still staring at the chessboard when Wang Meng gently patted her shoulder, "Don't be too serious, it's just a game of chess, take your time."

  Hu Jing's body shook and she gradually came back to her senses. "The world is like a game of chess, the world is like a game of chess, cultivation is like a game of chess, thank you!"

  Hu Jing's intuition is a bit better than Zhang Xiaojiang's, and she already has a somewhat vague feeling.