flstandardbreds Chapter 127: The Confucian Immortal Weeps
Chapter 127: The Confucian Immortal Weeps
Wen Lin's words made Wen Yanzhao silent for a while.
It is true that when the birds are gone, the bow is put away. When the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked.
Rights can be fought for together, but can never be shared together.
The tragedy of Ye Dingzhi's family was a lesson for him. Wen Yanzhao's eyes gradually turned cold:
"Zhao'er is sometimes too idealistic. Grandpa's words really woke me up!"
"As the saying goes, we drink from the golden cup together, but we won't spare each other with swords. This is an eternal truth... Even if I support him to ascend to the throne in the future, and he makes our Wen family a marquis and a prime minister, I'm afraid that in the end he will not be able to escape the fate of General Ye Yu's family!"
Wen Lin stroked a string of beads carved from the skull of an arrowhead viper and sighed:
"Yes...Zhao'er, Grandpa is no longer interested in the disputes in the government. He just wants to quietly guard our Wen family."
"Your uncle is a carefree and uninhibited person. If we hand over the Wen family to him in the future, it's not impossible..."
"I'm just afraid that there will always be people coveting our Wen family's poison. Holding something that can destroy a city or a country is a threat in itself!"
"Zhao'er, Grandpa doesn't ask you to become famous or be appointed as a prime minister! Grandpa only hopes that you can live a happy and peaceful life!"
After Wen Lin finished speaking, he looked at Wen Yanzhao with infinite love in his eyes, and his eagle-like eyes actually showed a layer of tears.
"grandfather!"
Wen Yanzhao was deeply moved and held Wen Lin's heavy hand.
"Don't worry about Zhao'er. Zhao'er is now considered one of the strongest people in the world."
"I promise Grandpa that as long as Zhao'er is here, I will do my best to ensure that our Wen family is safe and sound!"
"If Emperor Beili doesn't want to sit quietly on his throne, if he really pushes us to the limit, we might as well rebel against him!"
"Our Wen family poisoned the civil and military officials of the Beili court. Xiao Baili instigated his grandfather, the God of Killing, to lead a hundred thousand wind-breaking troops to attack Huanglong. How could we be afraid of him, the emperor?"
Wen Lin pulled his hand out, stroked Wen Yanzhao's little head and said with a smile:
"Why, have you discussed this with my grandson?"
Wen Yanzhao blushed and stuck out his tongue:
"Hehe, not yet. I'll discuss it with Xiao Baili when I get back..."
Wen Lin waved his hand:
"No, Dongjun is still in Jixia Academy, and there are many spies in Tianqi City. It's better not to say such treasonous words."
"Zhao'er, Grandpa wants to discuss the second matter with you..."
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The night is deep, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, its light like water.
Wen Yanzhao sorted out the various poisons, took out a piece of letter from the storage space and put it in his arms, then said goodbye to Wen Lin.
He left the Wen family alone and went straight to the bamboo forest where he once practiced swordsmanship.
……
Lingnan, bamboo sea.
The breeze was blowing, the bamboo sea was surging, and under the moonlight, Wen Yanzhao flew over and stepped on the bamboo tips.
Looking from a distance, I was surprised to find that the lush peach forest surrounded by bamboo forest was actually blooming with brilliant peach blossoms in early winter.
Wen Yanzhao no longer hesitated. With a thought, his body turned into points of light and dissipated among the bamboo forest.
"Yan Zhao, you're back!"
Gu Chen noticed Wen Yanzhao as soon as he entered the peach blossom forest.
"Sir, Yan Zhao just came back to Lingnan to visit you today. Please forgive me, sir!"
The Confucian immortal stood under a phoenix tung tree that was seven or eight feet high, still wearing the same simple and elegant long gown.
"Where does the forgiveness come from? If it weren't for your elixir that deceived the world, the title of Confucian Immortal would have turned into a pile of yellow earth along with me!"
"How's Dong-kun doing lately, is he okay?"
The Confucian immortal had a faint smile on his face, but he was still very concerned about his disciple Baili Dongjun.
Wen Yanzhao walked up to the Confucian Immortal and bowed:
"Don't worry, sir. My cousin is doing well. He has successfully passed the school exam and is now Mr. Li's last disciple!"
"Moreover...he has already learned the Autumn Water Technique from Ji Ruofeng!"
The Confucian Immortal was delighted, and he smiled as he looked at Wen Yanzhao and slowly spoke:
"Not bad, not bad, you are my disciple, the Confucian Immortal!"
"What about you? I'm afraid you'll be far better than Dongjun!"
Wen Yanzhao blushed:
"With your cultivation, I'm afraid you have seen through me clearly..."
The Confucian Immortal smiled slightly:
"At the age of seventeen, he has already mastered the half-step divine travel skill, and has a poison skill that terrifies the world..."
"It's true that every generation has its own talents! Not bad, not bad. I, Gu Chen, have you two as my successors, and my life is not in vain!"
"Stop standing there like a fool. Sit down!"
Wen Yanzhao sat down in front of Gu Chen upon hearing the voice, and looked around at Gu Chen's new secret paradise...
"Sir, why are the peach trees here still in full bloom in early winter?"
Gu Chen smiled brightly:
"Silly boy, that's my illusion, how can there be peach blossoms in early winter!"
As he spoke, Gu Chen waved his sleeves, and the peach tree in front of the two of them suddenly disappeared, and the crimson peach petals on the ground also disappeared...
Gu Chen waved his hand again, and peach blossoms bloomed everywhere, everything remained the same.
"Sir, your illusion technique is truly unparalleled in the world. If I have the chance, I must learn a few tricks from you!"
"When Yan Zhao meets a girl he likes, he will definitely transform into a sea of flowers and confess his love to her!"
Wen Yanzhao murmured as he looked at the falling rain of flowers in front of him.
When Gu Chen heard him say this, his eyes darkened and his tone was somewhat resentful:
"Alas... when I met her, it was exactly the same as what you just said!"
"I also transformed into a ten-mile sea of flowers, and we fell in love with each other with a kiss..."
"But now, the Confucian Immortal is 'dead', and I can't meet her anymore!"
Wen Yanzhao, who was immersed in fantasy just now, was startled when he heard the voice, and quickly took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Gu Chen:
"Oh, damn it! I was so busy chatting with the gentleman that I forgot about the important matter!"
"Sir, this letter was given to me by Senior Yueluo, the head of the 32nd Pavilion of the Music Academy. By the way..."
Gu Chen took the letter, and Wen Yanzhao exerted his internal force and took out a jade wine gourd from the storage space and handed it to Gu Chen.
"Sir, this wine gourd was also asked by Senior Yueluo to be brought back for you!"
When handing over the wine gourd, Wen Yanzhao clearly saw two tears flowing from Gu Chen's elegant and graceful face!
Gu Chen took out the letter paper, and the elegant and beautiful handwriting came into view. Every word was full of longing and expectation...
"She's still waiting for me... She's been through so much hardship over the years!"
The Confucian Immortal raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said to himself with heartache.
Wen Yanzhao didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to sit obediently opposite the Confucian immortal.
After a while, the Confucian Immortal carefully put the letter into his arms, picked up the wine gourd, uncorked it and smiled:
"Look, after 30 years, she hasn't changed at all!"
"I knew this was an empty gourd. When you enter Tianqi City again, remember to come to me and get this wine gourd!"
Wen Yanzhao was somewhat puzzled:
"Sir, why is this an empty gourd?"
The Confucian Immortal smiled and said;
"Yueluo and I have known each other and loved each other for twenty-nine years, eleven months, and seventeen days. If we add thirteen more days, it will be thirty years in total!"
"She likes the pot of Peach Blossom Moonfall that I brew the most, so I always bring it to her."
"If it weren't for the Beili Pofeng Army's attack on Xichu, I think she and I would be living in seclusion in a paradise, enjoying brewing wine and playing the zither, and making a living by farming!"
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(PS: The story about the relationship between Ruxian and Yueluo was created by Daju based on the original novel!)
(This relationship really made me cry! When Baili Dongjun hung the pot of wine at the highest point in Tianqi City, Daju really couldn't hold it back!)
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