Chapter 296 [Eat and Take] Legend has it that the Immortal Lord projects and maps all the worlds, gaining power from countless universes. He cannot sink in the sea of suffering and cannot be killed. Even if the original body is killed, as long as the projection exists, it can be resurrected immediately. The projection is a reflection of the original body, so it will regenerate immediately even if it is destroyed. Unless all projections and original bodies of legends in the entire multidimensionality can be destroyed at the same time. Otherwise, the projection will not be destroyed and the legend will not die! The most orthodox legendary path is that after becoming a celestial being, one can sense the 'other self' in the dark, establish a connection, enlighten the 'other self', and transform it into the 'self', which is the only one in the world and proves the legend by oneself. Lin Xianwei, who was like a weak embryo of an innate god, could not possibly take this path. Going to see Mr. Lu is to observe his legendary journey. He is extremely passionate and extremely good at swordsmanship. He is one person with one heart for his whole life! Instead of following the path of collective self-return, I emphasize self-independence. Others are not me, but I am myself. ……
Maoling is located in the east of the Yangtze River. The river is surging, with golden ripples on the waves. In the distance, a towering city is looming. On the lake, ships are coming and going, including tall building ships and normal merchant ships, rushing to the dock. Lin Xian sat sideways on a small boat, drifting downstream, throwing a few stones in his hands from time to time, splashing some waves. He could hear the sound of cargo ships passing by and the bustling voices of people. A little girl of about twelve or thirteen leaned on the railing, looking at the countless boats with longing eyes. She couldn't help but sigh: "Jiangdong is really an extremely prosperous economy. There are so many kinds of boats. I wonder what they are used for?" "hehe." Lin Xian chuckled and rowed the boat forward: "In fact, there are only two kinds of boats. The world is bustling with people, all for fame; the world is bustling with people, all for profit." The little girl was startled and was thinking, but was interrupted by a voice. Under the peach tree on the river bank, there was a young man in white sitting cross-legged with a chessboard in front of him. He coughed and laughed, "Brother Qingyuan, are you here for fame and fortune?" Lin Xian looked over and saw that the person who came had beautiful features, like a woman, a pale face, and a thin body. When the river breeze blew, his clothes fluttered and swayed, giving people a feeling of being very fragile. Consider all the people, Wang Siyuan! "I see that your forehead is black, and disaster is around the corner. Your family is in danger of collapse, and there will be a bloodbath soon." Lin Xian was dressed in a pure Yang Taoist robe, looking ethereal and like a visitor from heaven. He pretended to count with his fingers and smiled, "I came here specifically to save my brother." The sickly man in white clothes not far away raised his eyebrows and said, "You are the first one to tell fortunes in front of all the people in the world!" The ancestor of the Wang family in Jiangdong was a person from the ancient mythological era. He was fortunate enough to obtain the peerless magic weapon "Luoshu", from which he realized the ultimate truth of the way of heaven. He spent his entire life creating a magical skill comparable to the "Fuhuang Bagua", named "Suanjing", which calculated all the ways of heaven, all the legal principles, all the worldly affairs, and all the human hearts! It can be said that the Wang family is the biggest charlatan in the world. Now someone goes to the number one charlatan to have his fortune told. If this gets out, everyone will probably laugh their heads off. "Brother Qingyuan, are you imitating the saints of the Middle Ages, using the tactics of diplomacy to steal people's attention and scare them with big words?" Wang Siyuan's voice sounded slowly, and before he finished speaking, he started coughing again, and his white silk handkerchief was covered with blood. "You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of fish? You are not me, how do you know that I don't know the way of calculation?!" Lin Xian smiled calmly, walked on the river, his steps light and graceful, just like an immortal standing on the lake, riding the wind and riding the air. Fenghou Qimen is the foundation for entry, and Bajiu Xuan Gong is the pinnacle. He Lin Xian is also a sorcerer! The Wang family has the Luoshu, so doesn’t Fuxi have the River Map? Under the peach tree, there was an unfinished game of chess, with the black and white dragons fighting each other. It was so difficult to tell the difference that no one, no matter how skilled they were, could crack it. "Brother Qingyuan, are you going to make a move?" Wang Siyuan asked calmly, with a hint of interest in his eyes.
"I don't know how to play chess." Lin Xian shook his head and said frankly Wang Siyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the maid holding various cakes and tea behind him looked stunned. He couldn't play chess, but he said he could calculate. Isn't this ridiculous? ! “Once you enter the chess game, you have to play. You have no choice. You might as well not enter.” Lin Xian laughed, picked up a black piece and threw it down, causing the other pieces to fly and roll. For a moment, the black and white dragons were in chaos, and a whole new atmosphere emerged. Wang Siyuan became serious. This person's idea actually coincided with his own. It is difficult to survive on the chessboard. Unless you smash the chessboard, you will suddenly see the light and have a glimmer of hope. Could this person really be a master of calculation? ! "But what if overturning the chessboard is also within the opponent's expectations?" Lin Xian said meaningfully: "Since ancient times, it is difficult to question the will of heaven." Wang Siyuan's face froze, and the words echoed in his mind for a long time. What if the chessboard was overturned, it would also be a piece dropped by the opponent. How should he play the game? ! The so-called calculation of all human beings, what can you do when you are already in the opponent's chess game. Lin Xian looked at Wang Siyuan who was almost petrified, a trace of pity appeared in her eyes, and she shook her head. Wang Siyuan's layout, planning, and wisdom can be said to be the best among all living beings, and can almost be compared to the other side. But even if you win a game, what does it matter? The people on the other side can go back in time, have medicine for regret, can undo their moves, and start another game! It is not the fault of war, but the fault of the soldiers. Meng Qi was able to turn the tables because he had someone from the other side behind him, but Wang Siyuan couldn’t because he had no divine support behind him. It's that simple. Any conspiracy or overt plot is based on insufficient strength. If one can dominate the world, scheming is just a joke. The false way of calculation: calculate all the living beings and calculate the other shore. The real way of calculation: use violence to press the other side and rub it on the chessboard. Wang Siyuan was silent for a long time, until the breeze dropped peach leaves and covered the chessboard. He slowly raised his head, his face pale, and covered his mouth and coughed a few times: "Brother Qingyuan, do you have any way to break it?" "A complex chess game only requires the simplest solution." Lin Xian laughed and ate while taking things. Not only did she pick up the black and white chess pieces carved from fine jade on the ground, she also picked up the chessboard made of agarwood and took it away. Finally, she even took the cakes in the maid's hand. Holding the chessboard in one hand and the chess pieces in the other, with delicious pastries in his mouth, Lin Xian walked away, waved his arm, and said vaguely: "Young Master Wang, remember to come find me when you figure it out." This time, not only the maid was surprised, but even Wang Siyuan frowned slightly. What does it mean to eat and take at the same time? If he had not known that Qingyuan was the new Chunyang Sect's wandering envoy, he would have almost thought that this was a fake Taoist priest who was out to get free food and drinks. "Since you can't figure it out, keep the person here first." "He may be a variable that can mess up the game." In an instant, Wang Siyuan made up his mind. His eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he showed an indescribable enthusiasm for things that were beyond his control. "Young Master, you..." Several maids were shocked. They had never seen Wang Siyuan like this before. He had always been an elegant young man dressed in white. Could it be that when facing Taoist Qingyuan, the young master of the Wang family, who always plans before taking action, is ready to break the rules and make a test? The next second, Prince Wang activated his money ability, smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. Lu, in a courtyard of my Wang family." Lin Xian paused, turned around, and asked with a hint of confusion in her eyes: "I have never heard that the Wang family has a connection with Mr. Lu? Was it the head of the Wang family who sent the invitation to Huamei Villa?" "Neither." Wang Siyuan laughed and said frankly: "Mr. Lu is single-minded. During his time of missing his deceased wife, he doesn't want trivial matters to disturb his mood. Every time he comes to Jiangdong to watch the Jinshui tide, he randomly chooses a courtyard to stay in." "It's just that the courtyard near the Jinshui tide has an excellent location, and several streets are owned by my Wang family."
They are truly the evil second-generation rich. Listen, this is what people say. Lin Xian was speechless for a long time before he slowly said, "The Wang family of Jiangdong has a profound foundation, and it is indeed worthy of its reputation." "Deep background?" "A hundred years can make a family a wealthy one, and a thousand years can make a family aristocratic. But since the Wang family was founded, a full two hundred and seventy-five thousand years have passed." "Haha, a full 275,000 years!" Wang Siyuan's eyes were extremely bright. It was obviously something he was extremely proud of, but at this moment, he revealed a hint of self-mockery, sarcasm, and pathetic tone. (End of this chapter)