Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 119 Give Him Some Hospice Care
Looking at Wuming who was in shock, Lao Li wanted to recite these lines of poetry again.

Especially the last sentence, the world is like a game of chess, unpredictable, and all the heroes in the world will laugh.

This sentence is really cool.

But Old Li still held back. After all, he was over 350 years old and it was better for him to be more steady when doing things.

And business is important.

The so-called serious business, in the words of his apprentice, is to provide some end-of-life care to this special envoy of the Hundred Demons Sect.

Let him go peacefully and happily, and shine for the righteous cause in the last moment of his life.

Zhang Ze’s plan was simple, to trick Wuming into the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror.

Moreover, Wuming walked into the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror willingly and happily.

The Xuanjian Treasure Mirror can reflect people's hearts and even the dreams of the universe. Although this method is magical, it also has many limitations.

According to the instructions written by the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror itself, the person entering must first be willing and cannot have any resistance.

When entering, it is best to keep a calm mind so that it will be easier to fall asleep.

Moreover, dreams are fragile, so try not to over-stimulate the dreamer. It is best that what the dreamer does in the dream is what he or she thinks.

The job of finding the nameless clichés after entering the dream is Zhang Ze's.

But to make Wuming feel comfortable and walk into the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror, he had to rely on Lao Li's methods.

Li Guanqi, dressed in white and holding an ink sword, slowly descended from the air on a green lotus.

He had the Night Demon Emperor's head on his face, but where the head had disappeared, there was a ball of chaotic energy in its place, as if it was from the beginning of the world.

Two yin and yang fish, one white and one black, swam around the turbid air.

Not to mention his cultivation level, just looking at his appearance, he is a boss with at least five health bars.

"My name is Lin Xincheng." Li Guanqi's voice echoed in this space.

"My dear friend, are you interested in playing a game of chess with me?"

Without waiting for Wuming to answer, Li Guanqi lightly waved the ink sword in his hand.

In an instant, the world here turned into a mirror lake. The surrounding cave walls disappeared, replaced by blurry shadows of clouds and mountains.

The lake was divided into yin and yang, and ripples appeared on the ink. As the sword energy moved, a chessboard with falling stars appeared under the feet of the two.

Lao Li stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for Wuming's answer, just like an NPC waiting to trigger a conversation.

Wuming didn't speak immediately because he was thinking.

He wasn't sure whether he was exposed or not.

It seems that he was not exposed, but a sword master suddenly appeared in front of him.

But if you talk about being exposed, I am still alive.

After all, with the temperament of the Sword Sect, if they discovered his identity as the special envoy of the Hundred Demons Sect, they would have chopped him into pieces long ago.

There's no need to go through so much trouble. Let's play a game of chess with my friend.

Wuming reviewed all his actions before, during and after entering Qianji Pavilion. He felt that he had not made any mistakes.

To be on the safe side, he even found two insiders in advance.

"I'm not exposed." The confident Wuming made a completely wrong judgment.

Feeling at ease, he looked straight at Lao Li.

"What if I'm not interested?" Wuming asked.

His expression was calm, without a single flaw, and he was holding a golden bead in his hand hidden behind his back.

This golden bead was a magic weapon given to Wuming by the headquarters when he came to Qingjing.

If the situation changes, he can die in an instant to serve the Demon Sect.

"This level is a hidden level. If you don't want to go, just go by yourself." Lao Li took a step aside, and a gap appeared in the space behind him.

A light golden mist door appeared in front of Wuming.

This door is naturally the enlarged Xuanjian Treasure Mirror. A'li just helped to embed it into the wall.

Wuming glanced at the fog door but did not enter. He pondered for a long time and finally spoke.

"Senior, I dare not disobey your invitation. I still ask for your guidance."

Wuming was intrigued by the three words "Hidden Gate".

Wuming was not idle when he was being ripped off on the pedestrian street. He had a good ear and was collecting various information.

Along the way, he heard many monks mention that there were hidden levels in the dungeon.

According to those monks, most of the time these hidden levels are only slightly more difficult than ordinary levels.

But occasionally there are special circumstances where one can meet disciples of the Sword Sect, and it is even said that some people have met elders of the Sword Sect.

In this situation, there was no hope of passing the level, but one could still receive guidance from the Sword Sect, and those who lost gracefully would receive a small gift from the Sword Sect. Looking at the unfathomable master before him, Wuming felt that his Purple Jade Membership Card had worked.

After all, he is the highest-level lifetime member, so it is not impossible to meet an elder.

As a cultivator of the magic path, Wuming, although his ideas, means and methods were wrong, and he was a little perverted, he still understood one truth.

That is to say, some opportunities, once missed, will never come back.

Wuming didn't want to miss the opportunity. He spent so many spirit stones to enter this dungeon. If he didn't experience the most expensive project, it would be a waste of his trip.

Moreover, the witchcraft he practiced also had its own peculiarities. Wuming was conceited that he would not let the Sword Sect's masters discover his flaws during the sparring.

Seeing Wuming's posture, Lao Li raised his sword and watched the chess pieces move.

Sword energy surged before him, and Wuming felt that he was facing a dead end. He took a step back, and a black dot appeared where he had landed.

Zhang Ze stared at the scene in the cave from inside the mechanism room, watching the black pieces on the chessboard being strangled one by one, and watching Wuming being forced into a corner.

Zhang Ze always felt that his master seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"Why is he so serious?"

"And where did this cool field special effect come from? I don't remember it being in this level."

He couldn't figure out the second question, but Zhang Ze's first guess was correct. His master was indeed in a good mood.

Recently, Mr. Li has been doubting his teaching ability.

He often wondered if he was not suitable to teach apprentices.

He has two direct disciples. The eldest disciple, Zhang Ze, is nowhere to be found all day long, and the Pavilion Master spoils him, so it is impossible to teach him.

Even if he was taught, the students were still learning in a mess. The only thing that can be praised is that Zhang Ze's sword stepping on Qinghe was practiced very solidly.

But the problem is that this set of sword techniques is the most basic sword technique for the Qi training period of the Sword Sect.

Zhang Ze estimated that the harvest season was approaching and he should be able to form a pill next year.

Therefore, Zhang Ze’s current state can be described as having a solid foundation in terms of high emotional intelligence.

The saying "low emotional intelligence" means failing to complete the foundation-building period.

As for the second disciple, Fu Ji, she is obedient, but she always has her own unique and strange understanding of swordsmanship.

There will always be some deviations in teaching results.

The result is fine, but the method is completely wrong.

Old Li has always blamed himself, thinking that he had not taught his apprentice well.

But now that he met Wuming, who was relatively normal, Lao Li realized that the problem was not with his teaching level.

But there was a problem with his two disciples.

Once a person has resolved his inner worries, his thoughts will naturally become clearer and he will feel refreshed.

After feeling refreshed, Lao Li taught him more.

He is not afraid of the Wuming Society.

After all, no matter how much or how little you learn, it is all hospice care and will not be of any use in the future.

Old Li calculated the time and felt that it was about time, so he used his Qi to control his sword and forced Wuming out of the chessboard.

"My friend, you lose." Lao Li retracted his flying sword, and there were no more black pieces on the chessboard.

His body trembled slightly, Wuming clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Wuming was now feeling refreshed and clear-minded. He even felt that the bottleneck that had been bothering him for a long time was showing signs of loosening.

All the pent-up anger caused by being brutally slaughtered in Qianji Pavilion Pedestrian Street and fighting with the male mermaid in Happy Cave was swept away.

Even Zhang Ze's face, which was full of wrinkles after the disguise, looked more handsome.

"But I still have to tear him into pieces." Wuming reminded himself in his heart to keep his original intention.

Looking at Wuming who was standing there savoring and studying the reason for Zhang Ze's death, Lao Li felt that it was time to say some polite words.

He wanted to recite the poem again.

But then I thought again and felt that it was not appropriate, a bit stupid, and not in line with the status of a master.

If Lao Wang was here, he might be able to come up with a few appropriate words, but Lao Li racked his brains for a long time but came up empty-handed.

Helplessly, Li Guanqi could only step aside and pointed at the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror disguised as a fog door and said, "My friend, please go back."

This time Wuming did not hesitate and walked briskly into the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror.

As soon as Wuming entered the room, Lao Li waved his hand and dispersed the Jinghu chessboard sword formation.

He disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he had already brought Zhang Ze over.

Putting Zhang Ze on the ground, Lao Li said, "It's up to you from now on."

(End of this chapter)