Ever since he discovered Lin Mingyuan's arrival, he had noticed that the aura of the Heavenly Demon Stone on his body was even stronger than the two in his hand.
"Boy, you are very good. Hand over the magic stone in your hand and I will spare your life!"
Du Mingqiu could feel that he was very close to receiving the inheritance. With the intervention of the giant crocodile, he did not die in the mouth of the piranha. Now another boy has sent the key to the inheritance.
He wanted to look up to the sky and smile, but of course he couldn't let the duck fly!
"Donor Lin, be careful! This person is at the middle stage of the Golden Core, and we are no match for him!"
Kunai whispered behind him to remind Lin Mingyuan that when things have progressed to this point, no one cares about ethics and morality, and will fight as long as they can get treasures.
Du Mingqiu could naturally hear Kunai's whisper, but he didn't care and instead sneered.
"Little monk, it's good for you to know. I remember that we are all fellow disciples of the righteous path, so I can spare your lives, but don't be disrespectful!"
Qing Ling spat lightly and sneered at what Du Mingqiu said.
"Lin Mingyuan, you must not be deceived by this old man. He looks sanctimonious on the surface, but his actions are no different from the devil!"
Lin Mingyuan stood there, with no fear on his face when facing the Golden Core Stage cultivator. His eyes were more focused on the sword marks on the ground.
"Boy, I'm asking you a question! If you don't cooperate with me, don't blame me for being merciless!"
Du Mingqiu was ignored by a junior and felt indescribably angry. However, he was also seriously injured at this time and did not want to waste energy on a few people.
Seeing that Lin Mingyuan still had the same arrogant attitude, Du Mingqiu finally couldn't hold back his anger, and the dragon-headed staff hit the ground twice, causing sparks to appear and even the surrounding temperature to rise.
Lin Mingyuan felt locked tightly by a spiritual consciousness, sporadic flames appeared around him, and dusty memories suddenly came out.
That winter, Lin Mingyuan was ten years old and was playing chess with his father in the cave.
Mother Yu Wan was adding dry firewood to the fire at this time. The crackling sound of firewood could be heard all around, and sparks would pop up from time to time.
Lin Mingyuan held the white piece in his hand, frowning as he looked at the chessboard, his small face full of grievances.
"If you don't play anymore, you will lose every time!"
Lin Mingyuan pouted, disrupted the chessboard, and turned his head angrily.
Yu Wan touched Lin Mingyuan's head lovingly and complained to Lin Shanhe.
"You don't know how to give way to Mingyuan."
Lin Shanhe just put the chessboard away silently, looked at Lin Mingyuan's aggrieved look, and smiled slightly.
"That's it for today. Let's play chess again tomorrow."
When Lin Mingyuan heard this, he immediately became even more unhappy. He waved his fists and muttered in his mouth.
"Dad, when are you going to teach me swordsmanship? People my age have already entered the realm of qi refining, but I still play chess and meditate all day long. It's so embarrassing!"
Yu Wan gently stroked Lin Mingyuan's head and looked at her husband with questioning eyes. Logically speaking, ten years old is not too young. People of the same age even started practicing at the age of six or seven. However, Lin Shanhe didn't care about his son's practice.
What I do most every day is play chess with him.
Sensing his son's thoughts, Lin Shanhe burst out laughing. He stood up unhurriedly and pointed at the chessboard.
"Mingyuan, what is this?"
Lin Mingyuan turned his head angrily and snorted.
"Dad, needless to say, of course it's a chessboard!"
Lin Shanhe shook his head slightly.
"Wrong, this is a sword."
Lin Mingyuan looked at his father with doubtful eyes. Did his father get dazzled by sword practice? It was obviously an ordinary chessboard, but there was no sword in it.
"Mom, you see dad is lying!"
When Lin Shanhe saw Lin Mingyuan's actions, he just stretched out a finger and made a slight stroke on the chessboard. A different scene instantly appeared in front of Lin Mingyuan's eyes.
The chessboard is filled with smoke, like a battlefield!
The chess pieces on the battlefield also became alive. The white pieces and the black pieces turned into flying swords and began to fight each other.
Lin Mingyuan could even hear the roars coming from the chessboard and the cries of pain after defeat. His eyes were shining, and he seemed to be completely immersed in this scene.
Lin Shanhe tapped the chessboard lightly, and everything came to an abrupt end. What he saw in front of him were ordinary chess pieces, and those images no longer existed.
"Dad! Dad! Did you see that the chessboard is alive?"
Lin Mingyuan excitedly held Lin Shanhe's hand and kept shouting.
"Now let me ask you, what is this?"
Lin Shanhe smiled and pointed at the chessboard again.
After Lin Mingyuan thought hard, he finally said tentatively.
"This is also... a sword?"
"good!"
Lin Shanhe showed a satisfied smile, gently touched Lin Mingyuan's head, and said sincerely.
"When you fight me to a draw on the chessboard that day, I will teach you swordsmanship."
"It should be noted that the most important thing in sword cultivation is the heart of the sword. As long as you understand the heart of the sword, that is the threshold for entering sword cultivation."
"I understand, Dad!"
From that day on, Lin Mingyuan never complained again and studied chess hard every day.
In his eyes, the chess pieces on the chessboard have come to life. Whenever he plays chess with his father, they can turn into flying swords to fight each other, and he can understand his father's swordsmanship.
This is Lin Shanhe's good intentions. Words and deeds are not as good as his own understanding. As a sword master of a generation, his swordsmanship is extremely mysterious. Only on the chessboard can the gap between the two realms be crossed and let Lin Mingyuan realize it.
Just like this, day after day, year after year.
It wasn't until Lin Mingyuan was thirteen years old that he finally fought to a draw with his father, and Lin Shanhe happily agreed to teach him how to practice.
The peers around him all thought that Lin Mingyuan had something to hide, and that he was unwilling to practice because he had no talent in cultivation. Unexpectedly, a scene that shocked them happened next time.
In less than a year, Lin Mingyuan broke through from the realm of Qi refining to the fifth level of foundation building, shocking everyone and becoming the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Shushan Sword Sect.
Everyone came to the Lin family cave to congratulate him, and some even directly asked Lin Shanhe how to teach him how to practice cultivation, but Lin Shanhe just smiled and said nothing.
Only he knows that Lin Mingyuan's experience cannot be replicated. It is a result of accumulation and talent.
One year later, the demons invaded and everything changed...
His thoughts returned to reality, Lin Mingyuan stared at the regular sword marks on the ground, a strong sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
Is it a chessboard?
It's a chessboard!
The aura left by his father is unmistakable, and Lin Mingyuan will never mistake the chessboard from his childhood!
He took out the Heavenly Demon Stone from his arms, and the three stones glowed in his hand...