The broad and bright meeting hall fell into silence, and you could hear a needle drop.
Not only were the ten generals and a dozen guards stunned, but even Ji Tianxing was a little dazed.
He frowned and looked at Xie Wusheng, who was five steps away in front of him, staring intently at his face.
It was a face that looked slightly older, but not dry.
Perhaps it was due to self-cultivation, or perhaps it was due to the strength of the Martial Saint, that his face was still rosy and his complexion was excellent.
On his slightly thin face, there is a pair of narrow but deep eyes, which contain vicissitudes of experience and extraordinary wisdom.
Under the high bridge of the nose is a pair of thin lips, and a white beard hangs from the lower jaw, hanging 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 carefully twice, a similar face immediately appeared in his mind.
Of course, that face of about twenty years old is what Xie Wusheng looked like when he was young.
What followed was a wave of memories from a thousand years ago that emerged from Ji Tianxing's mind.
Back then, Ji Tianxing sat in Tianzhu Mountain and challenged the martial sages of all races in the world.
He was victorious in every battle and became famous all over the world, attracting countless aspiring young people to rush to Tianzhu Mountain to study under him.
The disciples of Tianzhu Mountain are all talented young people who are diligent in learning and have high ambitions.
There was only one scrawny boy with dark skin who was an outlier among the disciples.
This man looks like a skinny monkey, with extremely bright eyes.
He always looked slovenly and untidy. He often wore a disheveled chicken coop on his head and held a pair of jade chess pieces, looking for his fellow apprentices to play chess.
However, his chess skills were so exquisite that no one among the Tianzhu Mountain disciples could rival him.
He did not concentrate on martial arts and sword training, but neglected his duties all day long, which naturally made the Sword God displeased, and Taoist Huang Long reminded and taught him many times.
It's a pity that he still persisted in his obsession and eventually angered Taoist Huanglong and wanted to drive him out of the door.
It was a pouring rainy night, and he knelt outside the Sword God's study all night.
Finally, the Sword God felt pity for his persistence and summoned him to see him and listen to him explain his secret.
It turns out that his obsession with chess all day long was related to the tragedy of his family being exterminated.
He was burdened with a blood feud and came to Tianzhu Mountain to learn martial arts. He wanted to become a strong man and avenge his parents and family.
Therefore, the Sword God studied his ancient chess scriptures and personally taught and taught him.
Since then, he has embarked on the right path and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds.
Three hundred years later, he successfully broke through to the Martial Saint realm and became a world-famous chess master...
There is no doubt that he is the disciple of Tianzhu Mountain back then and the current chess master - Xie Wudao!
The memories gradually disappeared, and the young face in Ji Tianxing's mind gradually overlapped with that of Xie Wusheng in front of him.
He finally understood everything.
"I didn't expect that Xie Wudao would appear here!
Back then, this boy was as skinny as a monkey and the ugliest among his brothers.
Thousands of years later, he has become so kind and kind-hearted, with an immortal demeanor."
Ji Tianxing murmured in his heart and opened his mouth to shout: "Xie Wu..."
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, they stopped abruptly.
Ji Tianxing glanced at the generals and guards around him, and quickly changed his words, saying in a cold tone: "Xie Wusheng, you have recognized 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 my disciples have not seen your true face for a thousand years, they will always remember you in their hearts and souls, and they will never dare to forget you!
Even after thousands of years of ups and downs, your appearance, eyes, figure and aura remain unchanged!
Your Majesty, the Master, I, the unworthy disciple, thank you and bow down!"
Xie Wudao said in a sincere tone and immediately knelt down to bow as a disciple.
He was absolutely certain that the young man in white robes with flying colors in front of him was his master, the Sword God.
No matter the appearance, eyes or soul, there is no difference at all!
However, Ji Tianxing stretched out his hands and held his arms like iron hoops, preventing him from kneeling down to salute.
"Xie Wusheng, please calm down!
I am Ji Tianxing, and I am here at the command of the God Lord. I have important matters to discuss with you!"
Ji Tianxing looked at him with cold eyes and a serious tone, as if he really didn't know him.
Xie Wudao glanced at him in astonishment, then slowly straightened up and suppressed his excitement.
After ten breaths, Xie Wudao calmed down and regained his calm and indifferent attitude.
He glanced at the generals and guards around him and said in a majestic tone: "You should step back first. I have important matters to discuss with Mr. Ji. No one is allowed to disturb me."
Only then did the ten generals and numerous guards come to their senses.
Everyone looked at Ji Tianxing and Xie Wudao with strange expressions, and quickly bowed and left.
However, everyone had witnessed what had just happened, and after leaving the meeting hall, they all started talking secretly.
"Oh my god! What happened to Xie Shuai just now? Why did he suddenly lose his composure?"
"Shuai Xie has always been calm and wise, how could he react so violently?"
"Did you hear that? Just now Xie Shuai called that man his master, and he also wanted to salute him as a disciple!"
"Xie Shuai's master? I heard that Xie Shuai came from Tianzhu Mountain and is the direct disciple of Lord Sword God!"
"Doesn't that mean... the young master named Ji just now is the legendary sword god?"
"This is ridiculous! The Sword God died thousands of years ago, how could he appear again?"
"But... Xie Shuai is such a wise man, how could he possibly admit his master wrongly?
And Xie Shuai also said that there is nothing wrong with Mr. Ji’s appearance, eyes and soul!"
"It's incredible! Is there really a reincarnated person in this world? Is Mr. Ji really the reincarnation of the Sword God?"
"Maybe the Sword God didn't die at all. After all, no one saw him die with their own eyes. They just heard about it..."
"If it is true that the Sword God has reincarnated and returned, that would be a strange news that would shock the world!"
"No wonder Mr. Ji is as powerful as a god. He killed more than 300,000 demons by himself. His power is unparalleled.
Apart from a god like the Sword God, who can be so graceful?"
Ten generals and a dozen guards gathered together in twos and threes to discuss the matter.
Everyone speculated that Ji Tianxing was the Sword God, or the reincarnation of the Sword God.
They were shocked and excited, and quickly returned to the military camp to tell others about the incident.
After all, this is an unprecedented anecdote!
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Ji Tianxing and Xie Wudao were the only two people left in the meeting hall, and they immediately fell into silence.
Xie Wudao calmed down and felt that things were weird, and his attitude towards Ji Tianxing became much calmer.
"Mr. Ji, I was just rude and made you laugh.
A long time ago, I have heard about Mr. Ji’s reputation and deeds. He is actually the number one disciple of the Luoshui Divine Kingdom and the number one prodigy of the human race!
Also, I have heard about the fact that you assisted Tianshi Pass and defeated the demons a few months ago..."
While talking, Xie Wudao led Ji Tianxing to sit down and start discussing matters.