Chapter 27 A Door
The immortal among immortals, the lord of swords among swords, Fang Shan, holds a black piece in his hand and places it down almost in a breath. During this time, he even has time to taste tea. The fragrant tea is like a beauty, you need to taste it to appreciate its beauty.

He Laoliu wore black clothes but held the white pieces. Whenever Fangshan made a move, his white pieces would follow closely, showing a strong offensiveness.

Judging from chess alone, He Laoliu is sharper than Fang Shan, who is a sword practitioner and can take people's lives at any time. On the contrary, Fang Shan, when he is not drawing his sword, looks like a Taoist priest or a scholar, but not like a sword practitioner.

Half of the pot of old wine had gone into He Laoliu's stomach, and the two of them finished a hundred games within a quarter of an hour, which was considered fast.

"Time is like frost, leaving your hair grey. He Laoliu, we have known each other for one hundred and fifty years, right? It's too fast. At that time, we were just starting out and plunged into this world, thinking that the world was the one right before our eyes." Fangshan looked at the floating white clouds. How could they not have been walking with the passage of time like this, not knowing where they would end up in the future?

He Laoliu ate more than thirty pieces of Fangshan's seeds and said with a smile, "It's one hundred and fifty-three years and six months. When you left the mountain, you didn't even bring any money. You watched me eat beef with big mouthfuls. You were obviously very hungry, but you pretended to be friendly with me.

If I didn't treat you to a meal, you would probably never ask for it, and you would suffer for the sake of saving face. Of course, you are also cautious enough.

Your master knows my master, and I know you. We used to have a good relationship, but now we are enemies. It's really a pity. I will never see you and I drinking and chatting happily again."

Zhao Hao and Chen Qingniu would never know that their master had known them for so many years and that they seemed to have had a good relationship.

Yes, although the Chinese region is large, there are not many outstanding young people in each generation, at most three to five hundred, and it is unknown how many are still alive today.

The portal beside the two of them had countless strange patterns on it, and an inexplicable power flowed through it. No matter how they attacked, even if a true immortal took action, they could not destroy the portal.

From time to time, fallen leaves drifted in the wind, one or two of them passed through the portal diagonally without any obstruction, as if they were projected on a light curtain and were not real.

Such a portal has not yet taken its final form. Once it solidifies, it will be a door connecting two worlds and allowing people to pass through.

As for what kind of world is on the other side, no one knows. Maybe it is a world where cultivation cannot be carried out, maybe it is completely desolate, maybe it is technologically advanced, or maybe it is full of cultivators.

Everything is unknown.

According to the inference of earth scientists, there are many worlds in the universe. From birth to prosperity, and then to extinction and collapse, there are countless worlds in each stage.

The earth, however, possesses unimaginable abilities. It can capture and pull in worlds that are about to collapse, create gates to the world, and ultimately swallow them up in the collapse of the world.

A boundary gate represents the resources of a world. You can imagine what kind of wealth it is. It is absolutely enormous.

But for high-level immortals, the value of a strange world is far beyond comparison with wealth. What they need is something else, the key that can allow them to enter a higher realm.

“There are always things in life that are not as expected, but you still have to do them, even if you don’t want to. You still have to do them because it is your responsibility and you can’t escape it.

He Laoliu, I envy you. Your cultivation is ahead of our generation, and all your disciples are filial.

I don't have this blessing. My apprentice annoys me, doesn't listen to me, and does some annoying things to make me worry. I got punched by you for nothing."

Fang Shan really felt that his disciples were not growing in the direction he hoped for, and the deviation was getting bigger and bigger, especially Zhao Hao, who was too rigid and sharp, and it would be easy for him to die halfway, even with his care.

He Laoliu shook his head and said, "Fangshan, you always like to study your own knowledge and read those scriptures, and you have no time to discipline me. If a sapling grows crooked, it must be corrected in the early stage. After a long time, it will be difficult for you to correct it."

Their words go straight to the heart, which others cannot hear. Those around them are not qualified to hear these things.

When they talk about their apprentices, it’s like they are talking about their own children. There are always endless interesting stories to talk about, but there will always be a time when all the interesting stories run out.

"Fangshan, tell me, who owns this boundary gate. You and I both know that this boundary gate was first discovered by my Xianwu Battle Hall, but it has been kept hidden to avoid the current situation.

Then Zhao Hao appeared and let Tianjian Mountain know the news, and came to want to get a piece of the pie.

But you should know that this is the territory of our Xianwu Battle Hall, and we are the first to discover it, so we have the ownership. What's more, you, Tianjianshan, are also immoral, wanting to kill people to cover up the news, but you don't know that we have already discovered it before you. "Things still need to be sorted out. It is not good for both parties to keep arguing without knowing the truth.

“No matter what, Tianjian Mountain must have a piece of the pie. Anyone who sees it can get a share.” The value of a realm gate is so great that it is worth sacrificing one or two True Immortals of the third realm to fight for it.

But we cannot fight. We must not fight. Now the mother planet is not as stable as we imagined. Moreover, the fierce battle under the immortality can also destroy an ordinary planet. The damage is too great.

Like immortals and saints, the strong men of this era are myths in themselves, able to move mountains and seas and catch the stars and the moon.

"You will never get 50% no matter what. There is no basis for it. It should be 40% to 60% originally, but we lost people for nothing. You must give in."

It is no longer clear who discovered the problem first, but Meiling is indeed the territory of the Xianwu Battle Hall, and Zhao Hao's killing of Hall Master Chen was a big mistake.

The evidence is already sufficient, all Wang Xuan needs to do is confront him.

The two sides kept communicating, and after several hours, after repeatedly asking their elders, those in power who were closest to immortality, they finally came to a rough conclusion.

"Do we want Zhao Hao to confront that young man?" asked He Laoliu.

"You and I both know this very well, so why do we need witnesses? Let's just leave it at that." Fang Shan was not that shameless.

Of course, if Wang Xuan died, they could really argue for a while longer and gain more benefits for Tianjian Mountain.

Meiling has become a forbidden area for the two families and the entrance to the final division of the world. No other forces will be allowed to intervene.

After thinking for a while, He Laoliu said, "By the way, that young man cannot die."

"He is an insignificant person, so I won't bother to kill him." Fang Shan said.

"You won't. There are many people in Tianjian Mountain who want him dead. It is because he is alive that Tianjian Mountain has lost a full 10% of the world's income. You guys want to chop him into pieces."

The power above that of earthly immortals could not escape his eyes. Even if a celestial immortal took action, he would scare them away. Some earthly immortals were stopped by his disciple Zhao Wu.

Therefore, Wang Xuan was lucky not to be killed directly.

"why?"

He Laoliu shook his head: "Do you think that your discovery of the secret of Meiling was an accident? Why did Zhao Hao come here? Is it really such a coincidence?"

"You mean, there's something wrong with that old man selling sword-sharpening stones?" Fang Shan became excited.

"It's very likely. There's no such coincidence in the world, and I have a feeling that Wang Xuan might meet him again in the future." He Laoliu said.

To Xianwu Mountain, Wang Xuan was indeed insignificant, as small as a speck of dust. However, it was this speck of dust that helped them a lot. One tenth of the profit of a world was not more than the wealth of He Laoliu.

He would not do such a thing as crossing a river and then destroying the bridge. On the contrary, when developing this strange doomsday world, perhaps some profits would be shared with Wang Xuan, as long as he could take it with both hands.

It's a tit for tat. He is still qualified to be a human in Xianwu Mountain. He can't become an immortal and then do inhuman things, right?

Wang Xuan knew nothing about this at the moment.

(End of this chapter)