Museum.

Inside the museum, the museum director, Wei Yuan, opened his eyes. The tense atmosphere from just now made his scalp tingle. He glanced at the white-robed strategist, who also opened his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Wei Yuan felt a bit guilty. A’Liang glanced back but said nothing.

Wei Yuan awkwardly tried to interject, “Ah, haha, I didn't expect that I was qualified to play in such a grand game of chess back then? So, my IQ was so high during the Ming Dynasty that it used up my present-day intelligence?”

Wei Yuan felt like he had caught something from Xuanyuan and Xing Tian.

Otherwise, how could he say something so self-deprecating?

The young strategist glanced at him and said, "When people are cornered, they are capable of anything."

"Except for Yi and numbers."

A’Liang mercilessly retorted:

"But A’Yuan, what are you so proud of? Your strategy is just to flip the chessboard, isn't it?"

"What do you mean flip the chessboard? Isn't that the last step?!"

Wei Yuan declared, "During the Ming Dynasty, I also severed the dragon vein, assisted the Ming Emperor, and saved the lives of Crown Prince Zhu Biao and Empress Ma. Afterwards, I even indirectly helped Liu Bowen find the *Hetu Luoshu* (River Diagram and Luo River Scroll), which is why I was plotted against…"

The youth asked, "Then, what drove you to do all these things?"

Wei Yuan said, "Of course, it was…"

His voice stopped abruptly.

What drove him to do these things was that after reincarnation, although his memories were chaotic, he still remembered the great tribulation and parts of the *Tui Bei Tu* (Push Back Diagram). It was because of the memory of the *Tui Bei Tu* that he could precisely change the historical nodes.

"It's the *Tui Bei Tu*…"

Wei Yuan murmured.

The white-robed strategist said:

"The top strategists do not change the nature of others, but like water, they follow the nature of others to achieve their own goals. In this way, the people being used do not feel used, but think that everything is their own decision, and the strategist's goal has already been achieved."

"Silently and imperceptibly, that is the highest strategy."

"Actually, everything you did was within the expectations and even guidance of Zhu Jiuyin. Don't be so proud of being a pawn, okay? You make me think there is something wrong with my memories. Did I beautify you in my memory?"

"Should we take notes and compare them?"

The youth mercilessly mocked; his tongue had always been quite venomous.

Back then, Sima Yi, full of confidence, made a grand entrance as the top military advisor in the world, saying first:

"Liang has great ambitions but lacks foresight, is full of plans but lacks decisive action, loves war but lacks authority!"

"Although he leads an army of 100,000, he has already fallen into my painting. I will surely defeat him."

After being thoroughly beaten by A’Liang,

He immediately changed his tune and sighed, "Truly…"

This body, this heart, even if forgotten, even if insane.

Ten thousand *li* across the land is real, ascending Kunlun and entering the mortal realm is real.

Holding this object in hand, it is a sword.

Heaven and earth in all directions are a sword.

Losing his memory, he actually touched the realm of mythology?

No self, no sword, this is also possible?!

The assassin was extremely shocked. By the time he realized this, he had already been pierced by the boundless sword energy. His own mythical authority was almost shattered in the first instant. The falling rain in the sky was drawn in, transforming into a majestic water dragon, transforming into a long sword, and rushing forward with immense momentum. The assassin god tried his best, but could only retreat step by step.

Block!

Block it!

Block it! Block… can't block it!

He was directly swept away and thrown out. After a moment of confusion, he actually found himself still alive.

It seemed that this young man, who had lost his memory, was unable to truly unleash the swordsmanship of the Sword Saint.

Or perhaps his injuries were too severe, or perhaps the poison of time was too terrifying.

In any case, the sword energy shattered halfway through its activation.

The assassin spat out golden-tinged blood, his heart filled with horror. When he looked up, the green-robed youth from before was gone. He wanted to chase after him, but looking at the blood on the ground, he suddenly lost the courage to attack again, and could only let the rain wash away the traces.

One sword, seizing his vital energy!

……………………

Staggering footsteps, disheveled hair, the green-robed gentleman, who had lost his memory and was poisoned by the years, gradually dimmed his eyes, his vision blurred, and finally, he stumbled and fell directly to the ground. The rain grew heavier. He seemed to sense a familiar aura, and with difficulty, he raised his head. Next to the tea stall in front of him, a man in a gray robe stood with a calm expression.

In those ancient eyes, there were thousands of years, but no emotion at all.

"You've done better than I expected."

A hand stretched out, holding a bamboo umbrella. The gray-robed man stood up, walking calmly, through the rain, past the injured and fallen youth.

His tone carried the indifference of a wise man.

"As a pawn, you have completed your mission."

"Next, I will follow your traces and诛杀 (zhusha - execute) those who deserve to be executed. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain. And you, you need to stare with open bewilderment, and die here."

The youth with ancient eyes had a calm expression, as a god who looked down upon the ages.

Holding an umbrella, he walked past the youth without even lowering his head once.

The green-robed youth's eyes gradually darkened. He murmured, "Are you… Yuan Tiangang?"

"That's great."

It's not good; I won't save you.

The gray-robed man's inner voice was calm and indifferent.

The rain poured down. The bluestone slabs were quiet, and pedestrians on both sides ran to take shelter from the rain, but they seemed to not notice the two men here. The god who illuminated the ages wore a gray robe, refined and elegant, his hair tied up with a jade hairpin, his expression indifferent. And behind him, tens of meters away, a gentleman in a dirty green robe with disheveled hair lay on the ground, unable to see anything.

His eyes gradually lost their light. The last two words he spoke before his breath faded:

"Run… quickly."

Run quickly.

The gray-robed man's indifferent expression slightly paused, his footsteps slightly halting.

The rain grew heavier.

ps: Second update today… I will integrate the past foreshadowing with A’Liang.

Explaining how Wei Yuan survived the assassination during the Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Jiuyin's humanity is gradually increasing. Also, if you pull back to when Zhu Jiuyin first met Wei Yuan, his first two reactions would be after Yu's ministers, in a separate paragraph, saying "that cook," rather than Yu's minister, friend, cook in parallel.

Regarding the things in Li Chunfeng's tomb, see chapter 490.