Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 554 - 554 Minister Wen? (3)

Chapter 554 - 554 Minister Wen? (3)

554 Minister Wen? (3)

When they saw Bao Mingcheng tugging at Daoist Changyun’s sleeves, they thought that he was going to be arrested. They all gathered around.

When the two Daoist children who came with Daoist Changyun saw their Daoist master being pulled, they thought that he had committed a crime and their faces turned pale.

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

Bao Mingcheng pulled Daoist Changyun to the entrance of the Southern Wasteland Snack Shop. He sat in front of the table and shouted, “Brother Datian, give me two trays of buns.”

Eat buns?

Daoist Changyun sat opposite Bao Mingcheng with a puzzled expression.

Bao Zhenyu and the others were confused.

Bao Mingcheng waited for the buns to arrive. He picked up two buns and stuffed them into his mouth. After he swallowed them, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing everyone surrounding him, Bao Mingcheng shook his head. He glanced at the plaque of the Pill Destiny Pavilion and picked up another bun.

“Minister Wen is in the shop.”

After saying this, he stuffed the bun into his mouth again.

Daoist Changyun trembled and reached out to take a bun. He opened his mouth and bit into it. He did not even notice that the oil splattered all over his clothes.

“Boss, give them to me. Give me all the buns.” Bao Zhenyu’s hands and feet were trembling. He turned around and saw that his subordinates all had the same expression.

He wanted to eat buns.

He particularly wanted to.

In the Pill Destiny Pavilion, Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong walked out of the door in a daze.

“Sister, did you see Minister Wen?”

Zuo Yulong looked at Zuo Yuting.

Zuo Yuting nodded and shook her head.

“I don’t know. I saw a white-robed Confucian scholar and a woman in a pink dress playing chess in the small courtyard.”

Her gaze was a little dazed.

“That lady is so beautiful…”

Zuo Yulong did not know what to say.

In Minister Wen’s presence, all she cares about is that Miss is beautiful?

Even if she is really beautiful.

In the shop, Mu Wan was a little uneasy.

Fortunately, Han Muye reached out and held her hand, leading her to the small courtyard.

In the small courtyard, two figures sat opposite each other.

On the stone table was a chessboard.

Bai Wuhen, who was wearing a pink dress, gently placed a black chess piece on the chessboard.

The Confucian scholar, who had his back facing Han Muye and Mu Wan, raised his hand and wrote a white word.

“Qingyu, your chess skills have really improved.”

His voice was clear.

“Wen Mosheng, you didn’t use your mind in this game.”

Bai Wuhen threw the chess piece back, stood up, and looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan.

“You came to the Imperial City and didn’t come to look me up.” Her gaze landed on Mu Wan and she chuckled. “Senior Brother Han, is this your Dao Companion, Fairy Mu Wan?”

Han Muye nodded, still holding Mu Wan’s hand.

Bai Wuhen took out a hairpin and gently pushed it in front of Mu Wan.

“I don’t have anything to give you. This hairpin isn’t worth anything.”

After saying that, she lowered her head to take a look and said indifferently, “Senior Brother Han is still a real man. Since you want to get married, admit it confidently.”

The white-robed scholar didn’t answer.

“Senior Brother Han, Mu Wan, come to my place to play when you’re free.” Bai Wuhen smiled and disappeared.

After Bai Wuhen left, the scholar sitting at the stone table stood up and slowly turned around.

He was about 40 years old. His brows were upright, and his eyes were bright.

If outsiders saw this, they would definitely think that he was a Confucian cultivator who cultivated well.

However, Han Muye could recognize at a glance that this person was Minister Wen.

Or rather, it was his incarnation.

“You’re not bad.” Wen Mosheng clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Han Muye.

“Junior Sister, go outside and take a look.” Han Muye let go and patted Mu Wan’s arm.

Mu Wan looked at him worriedly, then nodded and walked out of the small courtyard.

The moment Mu Wan walked out of the small courtyard, spiritual light surged in the entire small courtyard, and endless spatial power wrapped around it.

The world in front of Han Muye turned into the void. Wearing a green-gray robe, an ancient-looking scholar stood 30,000 feet away.

“Let me see how much of Yuan Tian’s Sword Dao inheritance you have.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the 360 black and white chess pieces behind Wen Mosheng flickered and turned into stars.

He held a black chess piece in his hand and kept flipping it.

On Han Muye’s body, the sword intent that had been silent for a long time rushed into the sky.

Thirteen sword orbs flew out, and an illusory Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation appeared.

“I won’t disappoint you.”

Han Muye’s voice was cold.

“Boom!”

A star smashed down.

Heavenly Cycle Sword Technique, Star Pointing.

On the other side, a sword light quietly appeared behind Wen Mosheng.

Hidden Void Sword Technique.

“After cultivating for 100,000 years, I’ve already forgotten the feeling of being approached by a sword…”

Wen Mosheng whispered and flipped the black chess piece in his hand.

“Boom!”

The starlight that filled the sky suppressed the world.

All the sword lights were held in place, unable to move at all.

Not only was Han Muye not afraid, but he also laughed out loud.

“Didn’t Minister Wen come personally today to see my Sword Dao collapse?

“Then please take a look at my sword!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light rose.

With a three-foot-long sword in hand, Han Muye flew up and stabbed at Wen Mosheng’s chest.

“Sword in hand.”

At this moment, an illusory sword appeared above Han Muye’s head and slashed down.

“The sword is in the heart.”

At some point, Han Muye was already standing beside Wen Mosheng, and the short sword in his hand, Purple Flame, gently flicked.

“Sword, a killing weapon!”

“Boom!”

The starlight that filled the sky dissipated, and the small courtyard was calm.

Han Muye stood where he was. Opposite him, there was a crack on the left lapel of Wen Mosheng’s robe.

“Do you think the Heavenly Mystic should be destroyed or established?”

Wen Mosheng stared into Han Muye’s eyes and whispered.

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head and said calmly, “That’s for you to consider.

“I just kill people with a sword, read books, and cultivate.”

Wen Mosheng nodded and said softly, “I understand.”

With that, he raised his hand and pointed at the stone table behind him.

“The Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation has been destroyed. Even Yuan Tian can’t gather 360 sword pills.

“This Heavenly Cycle Chessboard is for you.”

With that, his body moved and turned into nothingness.

Heavenly Cycle Chessboard?

Han Muye walked forward, looked at the black and white chess pieces and the crisscrossing chessboard, and reached out.

He pressed his palm on the chessboard.

“Buzz!”

Spiritual Qi shook, sword Qi surged, and the Great Spirit surged, enveloping him and the chessboard.

Images appeared in his mind.

“The world is a chessboard. Come, let’s play another game.”

In his mind, the green-robed, white-bearded old man sat cross-legged opposite him.

Wen Mosheng and Venerable Swordsman Yuan Tian’s master!

Han Muye looked at the black chess piece in his hand.

“Bam!”

He reached out and placed the chess piece on the chessboard.