The wide and bright hall of deliberation fell into silence, and the needles could be heard.

Not only were the ten generals and more than a dozen guards stunned, but even Ji Tianxing was a little stunned.

He frowned and looked at Xie Wusheng, who was five steps away in front of him, his eyes fixed on his face, and he was fascinated.

It was a slightly old, but not dry face.

Maybe it's due to self-cultivation, or maybe it's the strength realm of the martial saint, so that the face is still ruddy and the complexion is excellent.

On the slightly thin face, there are a pair of narrow but deep eyes, which contain the vicissitudes of experience and extraordinary wisdom.

Under the high bridge of the nose is a thin flat lip with a white beard on the chin, which hangs down to the chest.

The first time Ji Tianxing saw this old face, he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

When he looked at it twice, a similar face immediately came to mind.

Of course, that face in his twenties was what Xie Wusheng looked like when he was young.

What followed was a memory of a thousand years ago, which came out of Ji Tianxing's mind.

Back then, Ji Tianxing sat in Tianzhu Mountain and challenged the martial saints of all ethnic groups in the world.

He won every battle, and then became famous all over the world, provoking countless aspiring young people to rush to Tianzhu Mountain to learn art.

The disciples under Tianzhu Mountain are all talented young people who are diligent and enterprising, and have lofty aspirations.

There was only one skinny, dark-skinned kid, who was an outlier among the disciples.

This person is like a thin monkey, and his eyes are abnormally bright.

He always looks sloppy and unkempt, often holding a scattered chicken nest head, holding a pair of jade chess pieces everywhere to play chess with his brothers.

However, his chess skills are extremely exquisite, and no disciple of Tianzhu Mountain is his opponent.

He didn't concentrate on practicing martial arts and practicing swords, but he didn't do his job all day long, which naturally displeased the sword god, and made the Huanglong Daoist remind and teach him many times.

It's a pity that he is still obsessed, and finally angers the Huanglong Dao people and wants to expel him from the door wall.

It was a pouring rain in the middle of the night, and he knelt outside the sword god's study all night.

In the end, the sword god moved his compassion for his attachment, summoned him to an audience, and listened to him explain the secret.

It turned out that he was obsessed with chess all day long, which was related to his tragedy.

He had a deep hatred of blood and came to Tianzhu Mountain to study art, just because he wanted to become a strong man and avenge his parents and family.

So, the sword god studied his ancient chess scripture and personally instructed him.

Since then, he has only been on the right path, and his strength has increased by leaps and bounds.

Three hundred years later, he successfully broke through the realm of martial saints and became a world-famous chess saint......

There is no doubt that he is the disciple of Tianzhu Mountain back then, and the current chess saint - Xie Wudao!

The picture of memories gradually dissipated, and the young face in Ji Tianxing's mind gradually coincided with Xie Wusheng in front of him.

He finally understood everything.

"I didn't expect Xie Wudao to appear here!

Back then, this kid was as black and thin as a monkey, and he was the ugliest of the brothers.

A thousand years later, he has become so kind-eyed and fairy-like. ”

Ji Tianxing muttered in his heart, and when he opened his mouth, he was about to shout: "Xie Wu......"

However, as soon as the words were spoken, they came to an abrupt end.

Ji Tianxing glanced at the generals and guards around him, quickly changed his words, and said in a cold tone: "Xie Wusheng, you recognize the wrong person!"

Xie Wusheng stared at him with burning eyes, still immersed in excitement and joy, and did not react.

"No, Master, even if the disciple has not seen your true face for thousands of years, he will always remember it in his heart, imprinted in his soul, and never dare to forget it!

Even after thousands of years of wind and rain, your appearance, eyes, figure and breath have not changed!

The master is above, and the disciple Xie Wudao bows!"

Xie Wudao said in a sincere tone, and immediately knelt down to bow to the disciple.

He was extremely sure that the white-robed young man in front of him was his master sword god.

Whether it is appearance, eyes, or soul breath, there is no difference in the slightest!

However, Ji Tianxing stretched out his hands and held his arms like iron hoops, preventing him from kneeling and saluting.

"Xie Wusheng, please calm down!

This seat is Ji Tianxing, I came here on the orders of the Lord, and I have something important to discuss with you!"

Ji Tianxing looked at him indifferently, and his tone was also very serious, as if he really didn't know him.

Xie Wudao glanced at him in astonishment, and then slowly straightened up, suppressing his excitement.

After ten breaths, Xie Wudao's mood calmed down and returned to a calm and indifferent posture.

He glanced at the generals and guards around him, and said in a majestic tone: "You guys should step back first, this commander has something important to discuss with Ji Gongzi, and no one is allowed to disturb him." ”

Ten generals and many guards came back to their senses.

Everyone looked at Ji Tianxing and Xie Wudao with strange expressions, and hurriedly saluted and retired.

However, everyone witnessed what had just happened, and after leaving the main hall, they all began to talk in secret.

"Oh my God! What happened to Xie Shuai just now? Why did he suddenly lose his temper?"

"Xie Shuai has always been calm and wise, how could he react so violently?"

"Did you hear that? Just now Xie Shuai called that person a master, and he had to bow to him as a disciple!"

"Xie Shuai's master, I heard that Xie Shuai is from Tianzhu Mountain, and he is a disciple of the Sword God!"

"Doesn't that mean...... The son surnamed Ji just now is the legendary sword god?"

"This is ridiculous! The Sword God fell a thousand years ago, how could it appear again?"

"But...... Xie Shuai is such a wise person, how could he misrecognize his master?

And Xie Shuai also said that there was nothing wrong with that Ji Gongzi's appearance, eyes, and soul breath!"

"It's incredible! Could it be that there is really a reincarnated person in this world? That Ji Gongzi is really the reincarnation of the Sword God?"

"Maybe the Sword God didn't fall at all, after all, no one saw him die with their own eyes, it's just hearsay......"

"If it is really the reincarnation of the Sword God, it will be a strange news that will shock the world!"

"No wonder Ji Gongzi is as powerful as a god, killing more than 300,000 demons by himself, and his divine power is overwhelming.

Except for a god like the Sword God, who can have such a demeanor?"

Ten generals and more than a dozen guards gathered in twos and threes to discuss this matter.

Everyone speculated that Ji Tianxing was the sword god, or the reincarnation of the sword god.

Shocked and excited, they hurried back to the barracks to tell the others about it.

After all, this is a strange thing that has never been seen before!

......

In the main hall, only Ji Tianxing and Xie Wudao were left, and they immediately fell into silence.

Xie Wudao calmed down, he also felt that things were strange, and his attitude towards Ji Tianxing was much calmer.

"Ji Gongzi, Fang is this handsome rudeness, which makes you laugh.

A long time ago, Ben Shuai had heard of Ji Gongzi's reputation and deeds, and he was actually the first god disciple of the Luoshui God Kingdom and the first genius of the human race!

Also, a month ago, you aided Tianshi Pass and defeated the demons, and Ben Shuai also heard about it......"

While speaking, Xie Wudao led Ji Tianxing to sit down and began to discuss affairs.

(End of chapter)