Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 555 I'm Not Good At Chess, I've Practiced Swinging My Sword Millions Of Times

Ordinary move?

Bad move?

Wonderful move?

The old man frowned when he saw that the chess piece had fallen. However, he still reached out and placed a jade-white chess piece on the chessboard.

Han Muye's gaze landed on the chessboard and he didn't move for a long time.

The old man opposite looked up at Han Muye and asked curiously, "Why don't you play?"

Han Muye's expression did not change. He said softly, "Why do you want to play?"

The old man was slightly stunned and frowned, but Han Muye said calmly, "Since I'm qualified to participate, I have the ability to bear the consequences.

"The outcome of the chess game is ultimately outside the chess game."

Victory and defeat lay outside the chess game.

The old man's gaze fell on the chessboard.

At this moment, the black and white chess pieces were confronting each other. It was hard to say where victory and defeat began.

But as Han Muye had said, he was qualified to play chess.

Raising his head, the old man's expression was solemn as he slowly said, "What right do you have to win?"

"Sword."

In Han Muye's palm, the three-foot sword flickered with a cold light.

The sword swung, and sword light flashed as it slashed down.

The chessboard in front of him was cut open, and the two black and white chess pieces were scattered.

"If you're qualified to play the game, you're qualified to wield the sword."

"I'm not good at chess. I've practiced swinging my sword millions of times.

"It's better to swing a sword than to play chess with others."

Han Muye pointed his sword forward, and sword intent surged from his body.

Looking at the chessboard that was split into two, the old man was stunned at first, then he laughed out loud.

"As expected, you are different from Wen Mosheng and Yuan Tian."

Looking at Han Muye, the old man smiled. "Rather, your temperament is a little similar to Chen Qingzhi."

Chen Qingzhi, Marquis Chongwu.

Han Muye had only just learned this name.

"Anyone can flip a table, but not everyone knows when, how, and whether or not they dare to do it."

The old man waved his hand, and streams of light flashed in his palm as his figure slowly dissipated.

The Heavenly Cycle crisscrossed and pierced through the latitudes and longitudes.

The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was among them!

Heavenly Cycle Formation!

"In the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Source World, my name is Heavenly Mystic Dao Ancestor and I dominated the Shang San Tian region.

"Cultivate well. Don't disappoint me."

When all the images in his mind disappeared, Han Muye gently raised his hand from the chessboard in front of him.

The inheritance of the resplendent almighty in the Nine Heavens.

The Heavenly Mystic Dao Ancestor was named after the earliest ancestor of the Dao.

Each lineage had its own comprehension.

This was a fortuitous opportunity and where the Dao existed.

Wen Mosheng had comprehended the Heavenly Cycle Chess Pieces in the Heavenly Cycle Formation. He used Heaven and Earth as the chessboard and the Confucian Dao to suppress Heaven and Earth.

Sword Venerable Yuan Tian had comprehended the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation, and his Sword Dao dominated the world.

In that case, what Marquis Wu comprehended should be to use armor as a formation to attack the myriad worlds.

Han Muye raised his palm and held a chess piece in his palm. A smile appeared in his eyes.

His comprehension was different from theirs.

Who would be willing to be trapped in a small chessboard after seeing the nine levels of heaven and earth and the vast Desolate WIlderness?

The Heavenly Cycle Formation had 360 Great Dao?

So what!

The Heavenly Mystic Dao Ancestor had said that he was in the Immortal Source World, in the Nine Heavens.

Then his Great Dao should also be in that endless world of immortals and Buddhas!

With a wave of his hand, all the chess pieces were put away. Han Muye turned around and walked out of the small courtyard with a smile.

Wen Mosheng's gift was not small.

This chess piece represented his recognition of Han Muye, as well as the dissection of his own Great Dao and philosophy. It was also a huge opportunity.

Han Muye had obtained the inheritance of the Sword Venerable Yuan Tian back then. Why should he cooperate with Wen Mosheng?

He had to show his sincerity.

This set of chess pieces was his sincerity.

Of course, Han Muye did not show enough talent and strength, so it was impossible for him to obtain this chess piece.

"Wen Mosheng is also under a lot of pressure now."

Han Muye said softly and walked towards the shop in front.

If not for the immense pressure, he would not have needed Han Muye's help.

He didn't know if this pressure came from the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan or the Immortal Source World.

Or other powerful realms?

Wen Mosheng had attained the Dao with the Heavenly Mystic and transcended to a sage. His fortunes and misfortunes were tied to the Heavenly Mystic.

In Han Muye's opinion, he did not have as many concerns as Wen Mosheng.

No matter what kind of enemy it was, as long as the sword in his hand was sharp enough, it was fine.

However, after receiving Wen Mosheng's gift today, he might have to return the favor soon.

Seeing Mu Wan busy in the shop, Han Muye sighed softly and slowly walked over.

Who cares? Wait till Wen Mosheng begs me to visit him.

Seeing Han Muye walk over, Mu Wan quickly welcomed him.

"In the future, the walls of our courtyard have to be higher. Otherwise, anyone can enter," Han Muye said as he sized Mu Wan up.

"This hairpin suits you quite well."

The golden hairpin that Bai Wuhen had given her was inserted into Mu Wan's hair, making her look even more gentle.

This golden hairpin was a decent spiritual artifact.

Mu Wan laughed and said in a low voice, "Left?"

Han Muye waved his hand. "Why shouldn't he? Did you want me to treat him to a meal?"

Mu Wan covered her mouth and laughed. She said softly, "That's Minister Wen after all."

Han Muye snorted.

What was wrong with Minister Wen?

Wasn't he here to give a gift?

These guys had schemed against him more than once in the past. How could he not be angry?

"Senior Brother, who is that fairy?" Mu Wan pulled out the hairpin and asked in a low voice.

"Do you still remember the demon suppressed by the Nine Mystic Mountain Sword Pavilion?" Han Muye looked at the wooden shelf in the shop and counted how many medicinal pills were sold.

"She, she's Xiaobai?"

Mu Wan had heard many stories about Xiaobai from the Sword Pavilion.

She was saddened by the story of her unwavering love.

"Then why…"

Xiaobai had been suppressed for 10,000 years. Didn't Wen Mosheng's heart ache?

This Minister Wen really has a heart of stone.