The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 239 The River God Emperor
The jade edict symbolizing the status of the River God Emperor floated in Kaiming's hand, slowly rotating, but what concerned him more was the information within the bamboo slip—

"The deities worshipped through incense are controlled to some extent?!"

"What does this mean, or rather, that the deities people become after death can be controlled?"

"...In the Great Qin legal realm, the River God Emperor holds the position of Water God."

These thoughts swirled through Kaiming's mind. He slowly clenched his fist and put away the jade talisman. Looking at the familiar thatched hut and the feather fan, a faint sadness welled up in Kaiming's heart.

But he knew he had to leave.

Regardless of what Kongming discovered, or what his purpose was in setting up this grand scheme that only he could break, Kaiming at least immediately realized one thing—

Who is watching everything that Kongming has accomplished?

The formation here has been broken, and the aura has dissipated. Even if Zhuge Liang has a backup plan to quell it, it is absolutely impossible to completely prevent any leakage. Before long, the so-called real opponent will appear here.

His own strength was reduced to less than one-tenth of its original value, and Zhou Yan, unfortunately, was pulled into the mental space constructed by Chi You at this crucial moment for combat training.

Lacking sufficient direct combat strength, they will definitely not fare well against those behind-the-scenes opponents.

You need to leave quickly.

His enlightened years and life experience gave him the right to face and bear all emotions. He knew that this was not the time to reminisce about the past. He simply picked up the things left behind by his student and friend, who was also a hero who stepped into the game of history as an ordinary person anchored in the annals of time, and left.

That is the greatest respect and reverence we can show him.

However, when he turned around and his gaze swept over that table, he couldn't help but pause, and a ripple of emotion crossed his eyes.

'What's this? ’

It's a chessboard.

'Nonsense, what kind of chessboard rules are these?'

"Hey kid, wanna play another round?"

'You'll learn it in the next game.'

At that time, the scholar in the blue robe rested his chin on one hand, watching the boy who was not even waist-high being utterly defeated on the chessboard. He was so angry that his face puffed up. The scholar in the blue robe smiled and told him that this was Qimen Dunjia.

The Qimen Dunjia techniques known to ordinary people are merely simplified versions.

Initially, it was said to be able to generate all things in the world and was the first of the three great secret arts of Yanhuang, with a total of 4,320 variations. That kid started to learn these from me.

Was I doing this for the sake of the long but boring days, or just to help Fuxi out a little?
He gazed at the seemingly hopeless endgame on the chessboard, and picked up a white piece.

What's your name?

'enlightened.'

'What's the meaning? ’

'Ah, "open" means to open, "bright" means to illuminate. Even a thousand-year-old dark room can be illuminated by a single lamp. It also means enlightenment, that is, to open your closed little head and let it be filled with light.'

The boy was annoyed back then.

But he was truly a refined yet arrogant person.

'Kong means "extremely" or "very much"; therefore, Liang's character must be Kongming.'

'Extremely virtuous and wise!'

The scholar in the blue robe was stunned, looking at the annoyed young man. He didn't know whether the name Kongming came because of him, whether he had shaped history and become a part of the so-called anchor of history, or whether it was just a coincidence when time flowed eastward.

It was like two similar ripples and splashes appearing in a long river.

But he didn't care at the time, he just laughed loudly. As the years passed and slipped through his fingers, the unshaven scholar in his blue robe chuckled, picked up a chess piece, and gently placed it on the chessboard. His voice was soft and calm, almost a sigh: "You did it, Liang."

“Bearing black and yellow, I am Zhu Kongyang.”

"I opened the light, but you have gone further than I have."

"Zhuge Liang's life, which lasted only sixty years, is more brilliant than my thousand years..."

A piece is placed, and the white piece is doomed. However, as this white piece is swallowed up, it also opens up a glimmer of hope for other white pieces in other directions.

The scholar in the blue robe turned around resolutely, his sleeves fluttering.

The initial four thousand three hundred and twenty formations of Qimen Dunjia changed rapidly, their brilliance shifting, before finally returning to silence, turning back into smoke and dust, into the dust of time, sealing this small thatched hut away once more.

The scholar in the blue robe, with his back to the rolling mountains, said softly:

"I will come back here when it's all over."

With the River God in hand, it represents the control of the water system in Shu. Kaiming plans to temporarily attach it to Zhou Yan as a pendant, giving this guy some authority to pull him out of Chi You's endless fighting spirit.

But why is that kid still inside?

That can't be right. Could this kid really be so bold as to be fighting Chi You, the God of War, with knives?
No, no, that shouldn't be.

Kaiming walked briskly, and the unpredictable changes of the Qimen Dunjia behind him were awe-inspiring. Ge Lang and his cousin were also shocked by all of this and finally understood that this 'immortal' was probably no ordinary person.

Ge Lang couldn't help but say, "You, you are Grandpa Zhuge's..."

The unshaven scholar in the blue robe stood quietly.

Throughout the long years, Zhuge Liang was merely an embellishment.

However, it was just a little guy that Changsheng had raised during his boring and severely injured years. He didn't miss him. He just suddenly felt that the time he spent with that boy was the most comfortable period during the boring years of looking down on the world as the Kunlun Mountain God and the long punishment.

"Just an old friend."

These few words, though few, conveyed a profound sense of history, emotion, and weight, causing Ge Lang to lower his head and dare not ask any more questions.

After witnessing all of this, they finally stopped being so stubborn and insistent on keeping their promise to Grandpa Zhuge and guarding the place. Instead, they obediently followed Kaiming's request, and all the villagers packed up their belongings and left immediately.

As they prepared to leave, Gelang turned back and looked at the old and frail mountain guardian.

When he was young, he got lost in the mountains, and this mountain guardian was there. His clan, who had a pact with Zhuge Liang, didn't even know the mountain guardian's name.

Ge Lang couldn't help but urge, "You should come with us too, or the monsters will probably come knocking on our door soon."

The old man slowly shook his head and calmly sat back down in his original position.

His hair was gray and withered, his face was covered with wrinkles and age spots, and his body was hunched over. He should have been a rather tall man, but the flesh on his arms seemed to have been exhausted, leaving only long, drooping skin.

Ge Lang held the old mountain guardian in high esteem and kept trying to persuade him to keep his promise.

But the old man simply shook his head, his voice hoarse as he said:

"...let's go."

Ge Lang was about to persuade him again, but was stopped by the scholar in the blue robe. Kai Ming turned to the side, his eyes gleaming with golden light, carefully examining the decaying yet still incredibly resilient figure, the silhouette that should have belonged to a mighty and valiant general who had galloped across the battlefield.

A complex expression of emotion and disbelief slowly appeared on the scholar's face as he softly said:
"........."

"Is it you?"

"Jiang Boyue".

(End of this chapter)