Chapter 2100 No Dao

The spacious and bright conference hall fell into silence, and a needle could be heard.

Not only the ten generals and dozens of guards were stunned, but even Ji Tianxing was a little stunned.

He frowned and looked at Xie Wusheng who was five steps away in front of him, his eyes were fixed on his face, and he was fascinated.

It was a slightly old, but not dry face.

Perhaps it was due to self-cultivation, or the level of strength of the Martial Saint, which made that face still rosy and beautiful.

On a slightly thin face, there is a pair of narrow but deep eyes, which contain vicissitudes of experience and extraordinary wisdom.

Under the high bridge of the nose, there is a flat and thin lip, with a white beard on the chin, hanging down to the chest.

The first time Ji Tianxing saw this old face, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

When he carefully looked at it twice, a similar face immediately appeared in his mind.

Of course, that face in his twenties was Xie Wusheng's appearance when he was young.

What followed was a wave of memories from a thousand years ago, popping up in Ji Tianxing's mind.

Back then, Ji Tianxing sat in Tianzhu Mountain and challenged the martial saints of all races in the world.

He was victorious in all battles, and became famous all over the world, attracting countless young people with aspirations to rush to Tianzhu Mountain to learn from a teacher.

The disciples under the Tianzhu Mountain Gate are all talented youths who are diligent in learning, eager to make progress, and have lofty aspirations.

There was only one scrawny, dark-skinned boy who was an outlier among the disciples.

This person is like a skinny monkey, with unusually bright eyes.

He always looks sloppy and unkempt, often with a messy chicken nest on his head, holding a pair of jade chess everywhere to play chess with his brothers.

However, his chess skills are so exquisite that none of the Tianzhu Mountain disciples can match him.

He didn't concentrate on martial arts and sword practice, but he didn't do his job all day long, which naturally displeased the sword god, and Taoist Huanglong reminded and taught him many times.

It's a pity that he was still obsessed with his obsession, and finally angered Huanglong Taoist, who wanted to drive him out of the gate.

It was a pouring rain late at night, and he knelt for a whole night outside the study of the Sword God.

In the end, the sword god felt compassionate for his persistence, called him to an audience, and listened to him explain the secret.

It turned out that he was obsessed with the way of chess all day long, which was related to his massacre.

He was burdened with blood and deep hatred, and he came to Tianzhu Mountain to study art because he wanted to become a strong man and avenge his parents and family.

Therefore, Sword God studied his ancient chess scriptures and taught him personally.

Since then, he has embarked on the right path, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Three hundred years later, he successfully broke through to the Martial Saint Realm and became a world-renowned chess master...

There is no doubt that he is the disciple of Tianzhu Mountain back then, and now the master of chess——Xie Wudao!

The images of memories gradually dissipated, and the young face in Ji Tianxing's mind gradually overlapped with Xie Wusheng in front of him.

He finally understood everything.

"I didn't expect Xie Wudao to appear here!

Back then, this kid was black and thin like a monkey, and he was the ugliest of his seniors.

Thousands of years later, he has become so benevolent and kind-hearted. "

Ji Tianxing murmured something in his heart, and opened his mouth to shout: "Xie Wu..."

However, as soon as the words were spoken, they stopped abruptly.

Ji Tianxing glanced at the generals and guards around him, quickly changed his words, and said in a cold tone: "Xie Wusheng, you have misunderstood the person!"

Xie Wusheng stared at him with burning eyes, still immersed in excitement and joy, and did not react.

"No! Master, even if my disciples haven't seen your true face for a thousand years, I will always remember it in my heart and imprint it in my soul. I will never forget it!

Even after thousands of years of wind and rain, your appearance, eyes, figure and breath have not changed!

Master, my unworthy disciple Xie Wudao bows down! "

Xie Wudao spoke sincerely, and immediately knelt down to salute his disciples.

He was absolutely certain that the mighty young man in white robe in front of him was his master Sword God.

There is no difference in appearance, eyes or soul breath!

However, Ji Tianxing stretched out his hands and held his arms like iron hoops, preventing him from kneeling down and saluting.

"Xie Wusheng, please calm down!

This seat is Ji Tianxing, who came here by the order of the God Lord, and has important matters to discuss with you! "

Ji Tianxing looked at him indifferently, and his tone was very serious, as if he had never met him before.

Xie Wudao glanced at him in astonishment, then slowly straightened up, suppressing his excitement.

After ten breaths, Xie Wudao calmed down and returned to his calm and indifferent posture.

He glanced at the generals and guards around him, and said in a majestic tone: "You all step back first, I have important matters to discuss with Mr. Ji, and no one should disturb you."

Only then did the ten generals and many guards come to their senses.

Everyone looked at Ji Tianxing and Xie Wudao with weird expressions, and hurriedly bowed and left.

However, everyone witnessed the situation just now, and after leaving the meeting hall, they all started discussing in secret.

"Oh my god! What happened to Xie Shuai just now? Why did he suddenly lose his composure?"

"Xie Shuai has always been calm and wise, how could he react so violently?"

"Did you hear that? Just now Xie Shuai called that man a master, and he still needs to be respected as a disciple!"

"Xie Shuai's master? I heard that Xie Shuai came from Tianzhu Mountain and is the direct disciple of Lord Sword God!"

"Doesn't that mean... that young master surnamed Ji just now is the legendary sword god?"

"This is ridiculous! The Sword God fell thousands of years ago, how could it appear again?"

"But... Xie Shuai is such a wise person, how could he mistake his master?

And Xie Shuai also said that there is nothing wrong with that Mr. Ji's appearance, eyes and soul breath! "

"It's unbelievable! Could it be that there are reincarnated people in this world? That Mr. Ji is really the reincarnation of the Sword God?"

"It's also possible that the sword god didn't fall at all. After all, no one saw his death with his own eyes, it was just hearsay..."

"If it is true that the Sword God is reincarnated and returned, it will be an anecdote that will shock the world!"

"It's no wonder that Mr. Ji is as powerful as a god, killing more than 300,000 demons by himself, and his divine power is unrivaled.

Other than a god like Sword God, who else could have such a demeanor? "

Ten generals and a dozen bodyguards gathered in twos and threes to discuss this matter.

Everyone guessed that Ji Tianxing was the sword god, or the reincarnation of the sword god.

Shocked and excited, they hurried back to the barracks and told others about it.

After all, this is an unprecedented anecdote!

...

In the conference hall, only Ji Tianxing and Xie Wudao were left, and immediately fell into silence.

Xie Wudao calmed down, and felt that things were weird, and his attitude towards Ji Tianxing was much calmer.

"Young Master Ji, it was the commander-in-chief who was rude just now, which made you laugh.

A long time ago, this commander had heard about Mr. Ji's reputation and deeds. He is actually the number one disciple of the Luoshui Divine Kingdom and the number one genius of the human race!

Also, this commander has also heard about the fact that you assisted Tianshiguan and defeated the demons a month ago..."

While talking, Xie Wudao led Ji Tianxing to sit down and began to discuss matters.