Chapter 561 The Most Useless Sword Sect Leader in History
Spring goes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye another ten years have passed.
In the core forbidden area of Tianjian Sect, a heavy snow was falling, and an uninvited guest appeared in the small courtyard where Zhang Yang "retreated".
An old man with white hair and beard, and extremely strange facial features, body, and limbs, rushed in against the wind and snow.
The reason why he is weird is that he has only one eye, one ear, one hand, one leg, and even his nose is cut in half, making him look extremely hideous.
On his back was a stone chessboard with each side being five meters long.
"Cousin! I'm here to congratulate you. I hope it's not too late. I wish you and sister-in-law a happy wedding! May you have a baby soon!"
The old man shouted, his voice hoarse, like iron claws rubbing against stone.
A child of eight or nine years old ran out from the yard, staring at the strange man with curious eyes.
"Huh? The child is already this big? Cou, cousin, you are so cruel!"
The person who came was Mu Shaoan, but just as he finished speaking, he heard the crying of a baby in the room. He was stunned again, especially when he saw Zhang Yang walking out with a smile on his face, holding a three or four-year-old baby in one hand and a pregnant woman in the other. Mu Shaoan looked like he saw a ghost, wailed and turned around and ran away.
I lost, I lost. This time I was completely defeated by this shameless cousin who is a swindler. Could you please not be so despicable? I don’t have so many gifts for children!
Yes, there is absolutely no doubt about it. Mu Shaoan felt a chill in his heart. His cousin was definitely trying so hard to have children in order to drain all his family fortune.
How could there be such an evil and outrageous person in this world? Oh, is it true that I, Mu, am too kind, too pure, too cute, too handsome, and too righteous? After a moment——
On top of a scenic hill, Zhang Yang and Mu Shaoan sat in a small pavilion, with a table between them and a shivering boy next to them.
"Cousin, what kind of magic skills have you learned? Isn't it too much to hurt yourself?"
Zhang Yang spoke, very curious. In his memory, this little cousin's appearance was quite good, although he was still 180,000 away from being as handsome as him - well, the unit was light years.
"Hehe, this is the price of perfectly mastering the ancient chessboard of destiny. It's actually not bad. I think it's pretty cool." Mu Shaoan chuckled, "Anyway, you can think of me as the leader of a charlatan sect who will suffer a backlash if he sees through the secrets of heaven."
"The charlatan faction? I think it would be better to call you the 'Star' faction. So you are plotting to obtain the circle - the ancient law of destiny?" Zhang Yang revealed the secret in one sentence.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Mu Shaoan screamed, spat out blood, and a finger was gone.
"Oh my cousin, did you do this on purpose?"
Zhang Yang laughed loudly, then his expression turned serious. He stared at the huge stone chessboard behind Mu Shaoan and sighed, "Brother, you are going to a dead end. Is it really that serious? Isn't it better to live happily?"
"Dead end? Hehe, I've always been walking on dead end, I'm used to it. But your cousin has given birth to both a son and a daughter, what is he trying to do? Do you think your life is too boring, so you want to change it up?"
Zhang Yang glanced at Mu Shaoan and said, "There are three kinds of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants!"
"Hahaha!" Mu Shaoan laughed wildly as if he had heard a huge joke. The boy next to him looked at him worriedly - his feet were only 0.3 centimeters away from the table in front of him.
After a long time, Mu Shaoan stopped laughing, but there were already big tears in his remaining eye.
"Well, you beat my cousin. You are really too much to make money from me!"
He slapped the table! "I don't care, no matter how many children you give birth to, I only give you one gift, take it or leave it!"
A tiny wooden thorn was thrown in front of Zhang Yang. It was only as big as an embroidery needle, but it seemed to be able to crush the solid table. The boy next to him was trembling so much that he was about to collapse.
"Are you leaving?"
Zhang Yang frowned at Mu Shaoan's tone of entrusting his affairs to others.
"I'm not leaving at all. I just can't bear to leave. You, Zhang Kengzi, have ruined my beloved." Mu Shaoan sighed.
Zhang Yang picked up the wooden thorn with a look of disdain, and put it away in a flash, saying, "It's just a divine weapon that has gone out of control. To be honest, I don't really care about it."
"If you don't want it, give it back to me!"
"What can I give you back? You shameless bastard, you should provide evidence when you speak. You are a scammer!"
"cut!"
Mu Shaoan raised a finger, took a deep breath and said, "Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to your Tianjian Sect's mountain gate to comprehend. The sword arts that your idiot disciples comprehended are good, but too perfect. Do you know this thing behind me? After comprehending it, I gained a lot of unprecedented insights, which is just right for me to enlighten your sword art. You know, a disabled swordsman is the most terrifying swordsman, so the incomplete sword art is the most sharp law."
"Who said that? I will beat him to death a hundred times!" Zhang Yang said expressionlessly.
"Hehe, so you don't understand. I'm using metaphors, do you understand? Alas, your level is too low, cousin, you should go hang out with Vinci for a while." Mu Shaoan stood up, his sense of superiority in IQ boiling like a frying pan.
"I'm leaving now. When I come out again, your sword art will surely break through to the 4.0 era."
Mu Shaoan left, like a twisted broken sword.
Zhang Yang blinked, blinked again, and then shook his head.
He didn't understand what Mu Shaoan meant by the disabled swordsman. After all, he had always been known as the most useless sword sect leader in history. Not to mention the first and second generation disciples, he couldn't even compare to the third and fourth generation disciples.
But does it matter?
It doesn’t matter. The whole world belongs to me, so everything you control is also mine, but I just don’t bother to take it.
Besides, who said his level was too low.
He actually understands it.
The heaven and the earth are incomplete, not because they are really lacking something, but rather a state of complementary surplus and deficiency.
It's like a bow that is always kept stretched to its fullest extent. It's not only tiring but also unsustainable, and sooner or later the bow will break.
The principles of kendo should be the same. Now, the kendos that Qu Shang, Tao Yao, Li Guohuai and others have developed are as perfect as possible. In fact, on a larger scale, they lack the space for complementary gains and losses and for maneuvering.
So I have to say that my little cousin is really a natural warrior. His eyesight is so sharp that it is outrageous and shameless.
Um, wait, should I remind Li Guohuai?
Zhang Yang remembered that Li Guohuai's Tianshu Hall had always been thinking about optimizing and improving the barrier between heaven and earth. In fact, this disability theory could also be applied to the barrier between heaven and earth, but how to use it specifically depended on whether Li Guohuai was smart enough.
(End of this chapter)
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