Can't Remember Clearly

"You know about the Air Force too, senior?"

Fang Zelin was taken aback upon hearing this.

How does this senior know Earth's languages? Could it be that people from the Blazing Summer have also begun cultivation?

The Fishing Old Man sighed upon hearing this.

This child is wonderful in every way, except that every time she comes in, she forgets everything.

I don't know why, but every time I come in, I have to repeat some strange things, which is really frustrating.

For example, one must ask oneself if one is Grand Duke Jiang Chinese philosopher), or if one is in the Air Force or something similar.

That's really strange.

Aside from those things, this doll is quite nice.

Among the cultivators today, this child seems to be favored by the Heavenly Dao, entering the Seeking Dao Mountain as easily as returning home.

"You silly child, hurry up and go over there, someone wants to play chess with you."

The Fishing Old Man, too lazy to repeat what he'd said before, waved his hand, signaling Fang Zelin to hurry over and play chess.

After Fang Zelin came in, the old Daoist priest over there kept asking Fang Zelin to play chess.

"Young friend Fang is here! Come and play chess!"

The Fishing Old Man had barely finished speaking when the old Daoist priest in the distance waved to Fang Zelin, signaling Fang Zelin to come over.

Fang Zelin looked puzzled upon hearing this, but still followed.

"Does the senior recognize me?"

Fang Zelin came over, sat down without ceremony, and asked with some puzzlement.

"You've come in so many times already, what's so strange about me knowing your name?"

Are these fellow Daoists capable of divination?

Upon hearing this, Fang Zelin couldn't help but think to himself.

However, Fang Zelin didn't think too much about it. Based on his trust in the cultivators in this world, Fang Zelin didn't think the other party would harm him.

If you know your own name, then you know it; it's no big deal.

"Come on, let's play chess."

The old Daoist priest beckoned to Fang Zelin, but there were no chess pieces on the chessboard in front of him.

Fang Zelin subconsciously picked up the black piece.

He wasn't very good at chess; by using black stones, he was indicating that he was a junior and weaker player, which was also a sign of respect for his opponent.

The black piece landed, occupying a corner of the star.

It was nothing special, nothing particularly surprising.

The old Daoist priest and Fang Zelin had played chess countless times.

Seeing Fang Zelin make a move at this moment, it's very likely that he has also made a move.

The two began to place their chess pieces, while Wu Ling stood by and watched.

After a short while, Wu Ling began to find it somewhat boring.

She wasn't skilled in this area, so naturally she couldn't see much of the danger involved.

Soon, her gaze fell on the boy beside her, and the two stared at each other.

The boy looked very young, but he had a mature and composed demeanor.

After staring at Wu Ling for a moment, he put his hands on his hips and looked at Wu Ling.

"You're a very good girl, with a pure heart. Now that you've embarked on this Great Dao, your future cultivation potential is limitless!"

Wu Ling help but burst out laughing when she heard the boy's precocious words.

His eyes narrowed into crescent moons. "You're a very good kid. You have a good eye for people. I just wonder if you could give me some pointers on how I should cultivate myself next?"

The boy who had been listening to the first part of the sentence looked pleased with himself.

But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, his expression fell.

Wu Ling?

Although he had been following the old Daoist priest for a long time, he was completely incapable of offering any guidance or advice.

He simply doesn't possess that level of spiritual attainment or understanding of the Tao.

"What, doesn't the child know how to give guidance?"

Seeing his opponent's predicament, Wu Ling was overjoyed and pressed his advantage.

The boy grunted in response, but didn't want to say anything more.

This made Wu Ling look at Zhi Le with amusement.

The two were bickering on the side, but Fang Zelin was watching as more and more pieces were placed on the chessboard, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Something about this chess game doesn't seem quite right.

It was as if this was a trap set by the old Daoist priest specifically against him.

"Such chess skills have completely wiped out all my pieces. It seems I still have many pieces left, but they have all been dismantled, leaving me with only a facade. The entire board is so full that I have nowhere to exert my strength."

"This kind of chess game makes me feel incredibly frustrated."

Fang Zelin conceded defeat by placing his black pieces, and couldn't help but rub his temples as he did so.

Reaching his level and being able to play chess with such feeling is truly quite uncanny.

But that's just how it is.

Feelings of humiliation and being played for a fool followed one after another in this game of chess.

Under such circumstances, even with his good temper, Fang Zelin felt his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist priest couldn't help but stroke his beard; this kid was quite good.

Every time I leave this place, the memories disappear.

But at least some of the original elements have been preserved.

For example, playing chess.

In the past, Fang Zelin would never have understood this meaning.

Now that the other party can understand this meaning, that's already good enough.

"That's certainly how the game is going. But did you know that while you were cultivating, others might have also been devising strategies to target cultivators?"

The old Daoist looked at Fang Zelin and spoke earnestly.

Fang Zelin was taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously thought of the matter of the overseas Demon Race of Northern Liang.

Does the senior person in front of me know about this?

"Senior, do you know who the demon Demon Race was that killed two Demon Race outside the Great Qian border?"

Fang Zelin couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he spoke.

He's been looking for that guy for a long time, but hasn't found any real leads.

Could it be that this senior figured it out?

"This humble Daoist priest knows nothing of this matter."

Upon hearing this, the old Daoist priest immediately shook his head.

They wouldn't know anything about what's happening outside.

Being trapped here is practically cut off from the world; how could we possibly know anything about what's happening outside?

What he wanted to remind Fang Zelin of were the problems they might encounter in the future.

Even though he was given a hint, Fang Zelin forgot about it as soon as he turned his back.

But it did leave some impression on the other party, which might be useful in the future.

Just like Fang Zelin, who had come in countless times, he couldn't remember any of them.

However, some instinctive thoughts were also subtly influenced by the other party.

For example, the other party came in and went straight to them.

Such an impact is more profound, and it will naturally be useful in the future.

"So, what does the senior mean?"

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Fang Zelin felt that his opponent seemed to be implying something.

"There is the destiny of Human Race and the destiny of Demon Race in this world, but do you know the destiny of cultivators?"

The old Daoist priest didn't respond to Fang Zelin's question, but instead asked one that left Fang Zelin somewhat confused.

Wu Ling looked completely bewildered upon hearing this, because she didn't know anything about it either.