The thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

A few wisps of spring breeze have arrived, and everything in the world is showing signs of recovery.

But the weather is still cold, especially in the early morning. The spring breeze blows like a biting knife, even better than the winter wind and frost.

In such weather, an old man rode an ox cart to the library.

The driver was wearing a short jacket, with a dark face and strong hands and feet. From a distance, he looked like a strong man who had just finished harvesting the land.

This strong man drove an ox cart and entered the library. When the scholars in the library saw the white cow with white hair and two white horns on its head, they already guessed who the visitor was, and they didn't know.

He stepped forward to make trouble, but he just saluted the driver from a distance.

The old man in the car went all the way to the second floor and then entered the self-cultivation tower.

With the support of the strong man, I climbed to the fifth floor of the Slimming Tower.

"It's too high here. When I was young, I was very fond of climbing. Now that I'm older, just climbing five floors makes me breathless."

This old man was none other than Jiang Baishi, the chief minister of the dynasty.

Jiang Baishi was sitting in front of the window on the fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower. Mr. Guanqi sat opposite him and poured tea for him.

"Human life is short and insignificant. A mere hundred years pass by in a blink of an eye. There are only a few people who can survive thunder tribulations with their souls, build a heavenly mansion in their mortal body, and live for three hundred years."

Jiang Baishi sighed like this, but there was no nostalgia or envy in his eyes: "But compared to most people, I am already over a hundred years old and have seen everything in the world. Sometimes I wake up at night, always feeling a little disgusted in my heart. I think if I can

If I just close my eyes, the world's affairs will have nothing to do with me, so I don't have to worry too much in my old age."

Mr. Guanqi thought for a while, then comforted Jiang Baishi and said: "Jiang Shoufu, there are always heavy things in the world, and there are always easy things.

But for many reasons, there are far fewer easy things than heavy things in the world today.

When you look at the importance of the world all your life, your heart will inevitably feel tired.

Maybe one day, there will be a lot less bitter things in this world, and by then, you may be willing to live a few more years."

Jiang Baishi was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "It's difficult."

He only said one word and slowly closed his eyes.

The strong man driving the car on the side saw Jiang Baishi at this moment, and a flash of worry flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Baishi sat in front of the desk, his head drooped and his eyes closed. The original power in his thin and short body seemed to have disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

Mr. Guanqi also stopped talking and moved very lightly when pouring tea, not wanting to disturb the rest of the old man in front of him.

In an instant, half an hour passed.

Jiang Baishi may have had a bad dream, his body trembled and his eyes opened instantly.

He took a deep breath: "I have been dreaming a lot, and the things I dream about are still disgusting things."

Jiang Baishi paused for a moment, and his eyes gradually darkened: "I dreamed that decades ago, the Huangtao River burst its banks, and the rolling water of the long river seemed to come from the sky. In just an instant, it flooded Beiluodao and Jiangnan.

road.

Vaguely, I saw a figure above the Huangtao River stirring up the storm and digging out the source of the spiritual tide."

Mr. Guanqi, who always had a kind face, his eyes became cold. He looked out the window and saw the beautiful scenery in the library, and said softly: "The spiritual tide broke out, and the immortals in the sky came down to earth to pick the fruits of the spiritual tide.

When the heavenly gate opens and the immortals fall into the mortal world, the price is extremely high. They can do it at any cost, but how can such mere disasters and the lives of hundreds of millions of people in this world come into their eyes?"

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Baishi's old eyes. He looked at Mr. Guanqi and said, "So, sir, do you agree with the chess game I have laid out?"

Mr. Guanqi thought for a while and said frankly: "There are many strong people in the world, and they all have their own plans and ideas.

The library has always advocated tolerance of all things, so the first assistant has laid out a chess game and wants to invite immortals to join the game. This is naturally good.

It’s just that the general situation in the world is not yet peaceful, so rushing to kill the immortal may be counterproductive.”

After hearing Mr. Guanqi's point of view, the Chief Assistant also nodded seriously, and then sighed: "I also want to plan for hundreds of years to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

It's a pity that all mortal beings have their own destiny. My time is approaching and my bones will eventually be buried in the loess. Time... is no longer enough."

Mr. Guanqi looked at the old man in front of him, with some admiration in his eyes.

The old man was originally a long-term laborer in a wealthy gentry's family. Later, due to the amnesty, he was freed from his slave status and was able to study in Xuandu at the age of sixteen.

Later, he took the scientific examinations for many years and finally passed the Jinshi examination at the age of thirty. However, he never thought that the etiquette system of Taixuanjing was almost crazy. Just because Jiang Baishi's father's name had the word "jin" in it, the court used it as a taboo.

Jiang Baishi was deprived of his Jinshi status.

The old man had nowhere to realize his ambitions in life, and left Taixuanjing in despair.

He went back all the way, staying with the white bull, experiencing many storms, seeing the changes in the world, and knowing the suffering of the people.

Later, Mr. Shulou publicly criticized such strict etiquette, taking Jiang Baishi as an example, saying: "My father's name is Jin, so he cannot be a Jinshi. If my father's name is Ren, wouldn't he be a human being?"

With these words, Jiang Baishi regained hope, still led the white bull into Taixuanjing, won the number one scholar, and entered the court.

Now, decades have passed, and the down-and-out scholar who once traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of books is now holding a chess piece in his hand, leading Mingyu Jing in the sky into the game step by step.

This is also the reason why Mr. Guanqi admires the chief minister in front of him.

"I have wasted my life, but if I can really leave a spiritual wave for the people of the world, my life will not be in vain.

It’s just that… now we still lack a sword to kill immortals.”

Jiang Baishi's eyes gradually became solemn, and he said to Mr. Guanqi: "Sir, who among the world's heroes do you think can join our game and bring a new lease of life to the world?"

Mr. Guanqi was silent and did not answer.

Jiang Baishi asked again: "I wonder if Lu Jing can wield Mr. Fourth's sword?"

Mr. Guanqi remained silent, and a full dozen breaths passed before he spoke: "Lu Jing is still young, he is no more than seventeen years old. Although he has cultivated to the realm of divine fire, his combat power is even better than many at the same level.

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But if you want to kill an immortal, you must have the ambition to kill the immortal. If you are pushed onto the chessboard by others and become the puppet of the immortal, it will actually harm him."

At this point, Mr. Guanqi said with the same solemn tone: "Although Lu Jing is not my disciple, I brought him into the library, and I also feel that he has a unique temperament. I use my heart to write

Give it to him and make him write with heart.

And Lu Jing also gave me some hope, so I was willing to speak with my soul and no longer keep the precept of keeping my mouth shut.

He is the gentleman on the second floor of my library. He will soon move to the third floor. Maybe one day he will move to the fourth floor and wield the sword of the fourth teacher.

Jiang Shoufu, he is from my library, how can he become a puppet for no reason?"

Mr. Guanqi asked.

Jiang Baishi shook his head: "It's too early now. The Immortal Killer may not be Lu Jing... Luo Shangyan on Yuxing Island has also entered the eyes of the Holy Lord. Mr. Guanqi, entering this game is a great opportunity.

And since he can contribute to the world's living beings, with Lu Jing's character, he will always be willing to do so."

"His cultivation level is not strong now, but he has great talent. Maybe in a while, he will be able to reach the seventh realm like the Marquis of Zhongshan, and even become one of the few young people in the world.

Strong.

Before that, he will naturally go through a lot of trials, and he can only enter the game after he has truly gone through these many trials."

When Jiang Baishi said this, he paused and then continued: "Both the Seventh Prince, Shaozhu Guo, and Chu Guogong are not ordinary people.

The young man's journey has come this far, and he has been on the opposite side of many people, so let's see if Lu Jing can make it all the way to the end."

Mr. Guanqi gently waved his sleeves, his tone was rare and indifferent.

"Using the heaven and earth as a chessboard, it is natural to seize the foundation of the spiritual tide.

But in this way, how many lives will be sacrificed?

If things are accomplished, they are done; if things are not accomplished, the foundation of the world will be taken away."

"Besides... a young man shouldn't have to bear such important responsibilities."

Jiang Baishi did not continue to answer this time, but stood up shakily and walked down the self-cultivation tower.

"Everyone has his own ambitions, but for the general trend of the world, personal ambitions are sometimes not that important."

Jiang Baishi stepped onto the bullock cart, and the white bull that was grazing raised its head and looked at the Slimming Tower.

Mr. Guanqi was standing in front of the window, looking at the white bull.

The white bull nodded gently towards Mr. Guanqi, then dragged the car away.

Jiang Baishi sat on the bullock cart, opened the curtain, and said to the man driving the cart beside him: "Do you think Lu Jing can control the power of heaven and earth among the two treasures that control the wind and rain?"

The man grinned, turned around, pointed at the Slim Tower, and nodded.

"It seems that Mr. Guanqi feels from the bottom of his heart that Lu Jing has a promising future.

It’s just... there are still many catastrophes ahead of him, which Lu Jing needs to go through on his own, and I don’t know if he can get to that point."

"Kangren Chu, Lord Zhenwu Mountain, Baili Qingfeng, Dragon Lord Taichong."

"This is too Xuanjing, it's going to turn into a hodgepodge."

…

In a bamboo forest in the library, Lu Jingzheng was sitting alone on the ground casually, spreading out the letter in his hand and reading it carefully.

"Brother Jing, I haven't seen you for several months. I wonder if you are okay?
To be continued...