74: Wuyazi on Leigu Mountain

Leigu Mountain.

Ning Yuan appeared, bringing Wang Yuyan and the others.

"Who goes there?"

As soon as they entered the gorge, someone jumped out and blocked their path.

Ning Yuan casually tossed out the invitation card.

After the person received the invitation, they immediately stepped aside respectfully.

As Ning Yuan and the others entered, they realized there were very few people inside.

Only on the high platform ahead sat a thin, wizened old man with completely white hair and beard.

"I didn't expect Young Master Murong to be the first to arrive. This old man hasn't yet had the chance to congratulate Young Master Murong on becoming the Beggar Clan Leader."

Seeing Ning Yuan and the others enter the valley, Su Xinghe stepped down from the stone platform.

"Senior, you exaggerate. It's just that my brothers held me in high regard."

Ning Yuan looked humble.

A Bi, who was behind him, also stepped forward at this moment, bowing in surprise, "A Bi greets Grandmaster."

"A Bi, I know you. You are Guangling's Disciple."

Seeing A Bi, a smile appeared on Su Xinghe's face.

"Senior, I have brought you a gift this time."

Ning Yuan suddenly smiled mysteriously at this moment.

Su Xinghe looked at Ning Yuan, showing confusion, "Thank you, Young Master Murong, but this old man doesn't value such things much."

Su Xinghe didn't take it seriously.

Ning Yuan smiled mysteriously, "Senior, this gift is not only for you, but also for that Senior. I believe he will definitely like it."

Hearing this, Su Xinghe immediately became wary, narrowing his eyes, "What does Young Master Murong mean by that?"

Although his grand-Disciple was the other party's maid, it did not mean that the relationship between the two sides was intimate.

Moreover, involving such a deep secret, being known by others naturally caused unease.

"Senior, why don't you see who I've brought?"

Ning Yuan waved his hand, and Bao Butong and Feng Boe dragged over a person wearing a hood.

Su Xinghe frowned deeply as he looked over.

Bao Butong laughed heartily, pulling off the hood to reveal the true face.

Thirty years unseen.

Suddenly seeing Ding Chunqiu in this manner, Su Xinghe was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

But after only a moment, his eyes widened, and he showed excitement.

He immediately stepped forward a few paces, pointing at Ding Chunqiu and shouting, "It's you, you wicked Disciple! It's actually you..."

While speaking, Su Xinghe couldn't help but glance back at Ning Yuan, suddenly feeling that Murong Fu was unfathomable.

But then he burst into wild laughter, no longer caring how Murong Fu had captured Ding Chunqiu or how he knew about the hatred between himself and Ding Chunqiu.

"Ding Chunqiu, you have reached this day!"

Su Xinghe pointed at Ding Chunqiu and laughed loudly, "I originally planned to use this Zhenlong Chess Game to select a suitable successor for Master, so I would have an Opportunity to eliminate you. I never expected that before the game even started, you would already be a turtle in a jar! Hahaha... Heaven has eyes, Heaven has eyes!"

"Su Xinghe!"

Ding Chunqiu's face was ashen. Upon hearing Su Xinghe's words, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and say, "That old bastard really is still alive! You really went to great lengths to hide it from me, pretending to be deaf and dumb to mislead me, tricking me into searching Xingxiu Sea fruitlessly for thirty years."

Ding Chunqiu was consumed by hatred, staring at the old man Su Xinghe with bloodshot eyes.

He looked honest, yet he had tricked him, who always prided himself on being clever, into running around in circles.

If he had obtained the Bei Ming Divine Skill earlier, how could he have faced the difficulty of today?

"Ding Chunqiu, you betrayed your Master and destroyed your ancestors; you deserve this day."

Su Xinghe let out a cold snort, then took a deep breath, turned to face Ning Yuan, and bowed solemnly, "Su Xinghe thanks Young Master Murong. This villain has a blood feud with my sect. I accept this great gift on behalf of my benevolent Master!"

Su Xinghe now understood that the other party must have known something, and since Ding Chunqiu had been captured and brought here, he no longer concealed Wu Yazi's existence.

"Then this Junior will wait here for Senior's summons."

Ning Yuan nodded slightly, acting extremely humble.

Since he hoped the other party would pass on their skill to him, he naturally had to behave better at this moment.

"Mm."

Su Xinghe nodded, then lifted Ding Chunqiu and smiled, "Junior Brother, long time no see. Today, I'm taking you to visit Master!"

Su Xinghe's words seemed calm, but in reality, he was gritting his teeth.

"I don't want to see him!"

Hearing this, Ding Chunqiu immediately showed panic.

A Zi, watching from behind, felt her myth shatter.

Her Master, the Old Monster of Xingxiu, whom she had always regarded as invincible and ruthless, now appeared so weak.

This caused her great disappointment.

She also lost the mood to Cultivate the Dissolving Skill.

And Ding Chunqiu's rebuttal seemed pale and powerless at this moment... "Cousin, this chess game is so complicated!"

Wang Yuyan looked at the chessboard on the mountain wall, unable to suppress her surprise.

Wang Yuyan had wide-ranging knowledge, so she knew quite a bit about Go.

The others also gathered around to watch.

"A chess game that Wu Yazi painstakingly researched for thirty years is naturally not something ordinary people can solve. You haven't yet seen the true profoundness."

Ning Yuan only glanced at it and did not study it, because he didn't understand chess, and thus never intended to follow the rules to break the game.

He had already planned everything; this time, he would exchange Ding Chunqiu for the Opportunity to obtain Wu Yazi's Legacy.

It just so happened that he encountered Ding Chunqiu in Luoyang; if it hadn't been in Luoyang, he would have prepared to make his move here.

Besides that, he had made two other plans.

The first was to prevent other invited people from participating in the chess game.

Such as Duan Yanqing and the people from Shaolin.

Ensuring nothing went wrong.

The last plan was the emotional card.

That's why he brought Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan was Wu Yazi's granddaughter and one of his only two descendants. With his status as her husband, plus the fact that he had already mastered the Bei Ming Divine Skill, he didn't believe Wu Yazi would choose anyone else.

As the sun set in the west, Su Xinghe finally walked down from the mountain.

"Young Master Murong, my Master invites you."

Su Xinghe's expression was solemn.

"Yu Yan, come up with me."

Ning Yuan's eyes flashed, and he spoke.

Su Xinghe raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, intending to say something, but ultimately remained silent for a moment and did not directly stop them... At the summit of Leigu Mountain.

An old man with shoulder-length white hair sat cross-legged on the stone platform, his back facing them.

"Have you mastered the Bei Ming Divine Skill?"

Wu Yazi did not turn around but asked while facing away.

"By a stroke of Opportunity, I obtained your esteemed sect's Legacy."

Ning Yuan replied neither obsequiously nor arrogantly.

"I want to know, where did you obtain the Bei Ming Divine Skill?"

Ning Yuan didn't say much; he simply took a scroll from his bosom and tossed it out.

Wu Yazi raised his hand to catch it, slowly unrolled the painting scroll, saw the contents inside, and quickly rolled it back up.

Wu Yazi kept his eyes tightly closed. After a long time, he took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know Li Qiushui?"

"I know of her, but I have not met her."

Ning Yuan answered truthfully.

"Then how did you obtain these two martial arts?"

Wu Yazi suddenly turned around, his white hair billowing, his eyes piercing Ning Yuan like lightning.

Facing the pressing gaze, Ning Yuan remained calm, "This Junior merely followed Aunt's instructions to return home and help her pack some things, accidentally triggering a mechanism and thus obtaining the supreme martial arts."

"I can testify that everything Cousin said is true."

Wang Yuyan, standing nearby, also hurriedly called out.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's clear voice, Wu Yazi finally glanced to the side, but after just one look, his gaze could no longer be moved.