Chapter 300: 【Take and Eat】

Legendary Immortal Venerables project and map the Myriad Worlds, obtain the power of countless universes, do not sink in the Bitter Sea, and cannot be killed.

Even if the main body is killed, as long as the projection exists, it can immediately resurrect and return, and the projection is the reflection of the main body, which will immediately regenerate even if destroyed.

Unless one can simultaneously destroy all projections and the main body in the entire multiverse.

Otherwise, the projection is not extinguished, and the legend does not die!

The most orthodox path of legend is after the Heavenly Immortal is perfected, sensing the 'other me' in the dark, building connections, pointing out the 'other me', turning it into 'self', being the only one in all worlds, and self-proving legend.

Lin Xian is the only one, just like a weak embryo of an Innate Divine Spirit, and it is impossible to walk this path.

This visit to see Master Lu Da is to observe his legendary path—those who are extreme in emotion are extreme in sword, one life, one heart!

Not walking the path of returning all selves, but emphasizing self-independence—the other me is not me, I am me.

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Maoling is located in Jiangdong. The Great River is surging, golden scales follow the waves, and the towering great city in the distance is looming. Boats come and go on the lake; there are tall building ships and normal merchant ships rushing to the pier.

Lin Xian is sitting sideways on a flat boat, drifting downstream, occasionally throwing a few stones in his hand, splashing some ripples. Beside his ears, cargo ships pass by, and the voices are noisy.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl is lying on the railing, looking at the countless ships, her eyes full of longing, and she can't help but sigh: "Jiangdong is truly an extremely prosperous economic place; there are so many types of ships. I wonder what they are going to do?"

"Hehe."

Lin Xian laughed lightly and paddled the small boat toward the direction of the boat: "Actually, there are only two kinds of ships. The world is bustling, all for fame; the world is jostling, all for profit."

The girl was stunned and was thinking, but was interrupted by a voice. Under a peach blossom tree on the river bank, a young man in white was sitting cross-legged, with an endgame in front of him, coughing and laughing: "Then Senior Brother Qingyuan, did you come for fame and profit?"

Lin Xian looked over and saw that the visitor had beautiful features, like a woman, his face was pale, his figure was thin, and when the river wind blew, his clothes danced, swaying, giving people a feeling of being unable to withstand the wind.

Calculating all living beings, Wang Siyuan!

"I see that Brother Wang's forehead is black, entangled in disasters, the family has the disaster of overturning, and there will be a monstrous blood disaster soon."

Lin Xian was in a Pure Yang Daoist robe, floating like an immortal, like a guest from heaven, pretending to pinch his fingers to calculate, and smiled: "I came specifically to save Brother Wang."

Not far away, the sick man in white raised his eyebrows. You are the first person to tell fortunes in front of someone who calculates all living beings!

The ancestor of the Wang family of Jiangdong was a person from the ancient mythological era. He had the opportunity to obtain the peerless divine weapon "Luo Shu", from which he realized the supreme principles of the Heavenly Dao, spent his whole life, and created a divine art comparable to the "Fu Emperor Eight Trigrams", naming it "Calculation Scripture", calculating the Heavenly Dao, calculating the laws, calculating the red dust, and calculating the human heart!

It can be said that the Wang family is the biggest god-stick in the world. Now someone has run to the number one god-stick to tell fortunes; I'm afraid their teeth will fall out from laughing if it spreads.

"Could it be that Daoist Brother Qingyuan is imitating the sages of the Middle Ages, using the techniques of the Vertical and Horizontal School to seize people's voices first and scare people with big words?"

Wang Siyuan's leisurely voice sounded. Before the words fell, he coughed again, and the white silk handkerchief was full of blood.

"You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish? You are not me, how do you know I don't know the way of calculation?!"

Lin Xian smiled indifferently, walking on the river, stepping on the waves, like an immortal standing on the lake, riding the wind and air.

Fenghou Strange Gate, the foundation of entry; Eight-Nine Arcane Art, reaching the peak.

He, Lin Xian, is also a sorcerer!

The Wang family has Luo Shu; doesn't Fuxi have the River Map?

Under the peach blossom tree, that endgame, black and white dragons fighting, difficult to distinguish, even those with high chess skills find it difficult to break.

"Does Daoist Brother Qingyuan want to make a move?" Wang Siyuan asked indifferently, a look of interest appearing in his eyes.

"I don't know how to play chess." Lin Xian shook his head and said frankly.

Wang Siyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the maid behind him holding various pastries and tea showed a look of astonishment. Not knowing how to play chess and yet saying he knows the way of calculation—isn't this the biggest joke in the world?!

"Once you enter the chess game, you must play chess; you can't help yourself. It's better not to enter." Lin Xian laughed, picked up a black piece, and threw it down, smashing other chess pieces to fly and roll. For a time, the black and white dragons were confused, and a brand new atmosphere appeared.

Wang Siyuan became solemn. This person actually coincided with his own thoughts.

It is difficult to be born on the chessboard unless you smash the chessboard, then you will suddenly see the light and have a glimmer of life.

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, the Will of Heaven has been hard to question."

Wang Siyuan's face stiffened, and that sentence echoed in his heart, unable to dissipate for a long time. What if overturning the chessboard was also a move made by the opponent? How should he play the game?!

The so-called calculating all living beings is itself in the opponent's chess game; what should be done?

Lin Xian glanced at Wang Siyuan, who was almost petrified, a look of pity appeared in his eyes, and he shook his head.

Wang Siyuan's layout, planning, and wisdom can be said to be the top existence among all living beings, almost capable of making moves with the Other Shore.

But so what if you win a game? Other Shore entities can trace back time, have regret medicine, can regret moves, and can start another game!

It's not the fault of the battle, but the fault of the soldiers.

Meng Qi can turn the tables because he has Other Shore entities behind him; Wang Siyuan cannot, just because he has no Will of Heaven behind him.

It's that simple.

Any conspiracy or open plot is based on insufficient strength. If one can push through the human world, calculation is just a joke.

Fake way of calculation: calculate all living beings, calculate the Other Shore.

Real way of calculation: use violence to rub the Other Shore entities on the chessboard.

Wang Siyuan was silent for a long time, until the breeze dropped peach blossom leaves to cover the chessboard, then he slowly raised his head, his face pale, covering his mouth and coughing a few times: "Senior Brother Qingyuan, what is the method of breaking it?"

"Complex chess games only need the simplest solution."

Lin Xian laughed, taking and eating. Not only did he pick up the black and white chess pieces carved from fine jade on the ground, but he also lifted and took away the chessboard made of agarwood, and finally, he didn't even let go of the pastries in the maid's hands.

Carrying the chessboard in one hand, the chess pieces in the other, and delicious pastries in his mouth, Lin Xian walked away, waved his arm toward the direction of the boat, and said vaguely: "When Young Master Wang figures it out, remember to come find me."

This time, not only the maids were stunned, but even Wang Siyuan frowned slightly. Take and eat—what does this mean?

If he hadn't learned that Qingyuan was the newly appointed World Walker of the Pure Yang Sect, he would have almost thought this was a fake Daoist who cheated for food and drink.

"Since I can't figure it out, keep the person first."

"He might be a variable that can stir up the chess game."

In an instant, Wang Siyuan made up his mind, his eyes burning as if there were flames, revealing an indescribable fanaticism for things beyond his control.

"Young Master, you..." Several maids were startled. They had never seen Wang Siyuan like this; he had always been an elegant young master in white.

Could it be that in the face of Daoist Qingyuan, the Wang family young master, who always plans before moving, is preparing to break the rules and make a move to test him?

The next second, Young Master Wang activated his 'money ability', smiled slightly, and said: "Master Lu Da is in one of my Wang family's courtyards."

Lin Xian paused, turned around, and looked back, a trace of confusion appearing in his eyes: "I haven't heard that the Wang family has a connection with Master Lu Da? Did the Wang family head send an invitation to Huamei Villa?"

"Neither." Wang Siyuan smiled and said frankly: "Master Lu Da is single-minded. During the period of missing his late wife, he does not want trivial matters to disturb his mood. Every time he comes to Jiangdong to watch the Jin River tide, he chooses a courtyard to live in at will."

"It's just that the courtyard near the Jin River tide has an excellent location, and several streets belong to my Wang family."

Truly a wicked rich second generation.

Listen, is this human talk?

Lin Xian was speechless. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth: "The Wang family of Jiangdong has a deep foundation; it really lives up to its reputation."

"Deep foundation?"

"A hundred years can make a wealthy family, a thousand years can be called a family of status, but since the Wang family was founded, a full two hundred and seventy-five thousand years have passed."

"Hehe, a full two hundred and seventy-five thousand years!"

Wang Siyuan's eyes were incomparably bright. Clearly, it was an extremely proud thing, but at this moment, it revealed a tone of self-mockery, sarcasm, and sadness.

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