HCB Chapter 131: Southern Rain and Mist, Lingnan Mist (2)
Chapter 131: Southern Rain and Mist, Lingnan Mist (2)
Lingnan, bamboo sea.
In the secret land of Taoyuan, an old man and a young boy sat opposite each other and drank. On the table was a pot of wine and a pair of delicate celadon wine glasses.
The pot of wine in front of the Confucian Immortal Gu Chen exuded a faint medicinal aroma. He raised his glass and sighed:
"If it weren't for your magical pill, I would have turned into a pile of dirt by now, and there would be no chance for me to see this letter again!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao bowed and said:
"Sir, why do you say that? If you hadn't used your life's practice to save me and pass on your skills to me, how could Yan Zhao be where he is today?"
The Confucian Immortal filled Wen Yanzhao's glass with wine again:
"You and I are destined to be together in this life, so there is no need to talk about those clichés. I wonder how long it will take for me to go to Tianqi next time?"
Wen Yanzhao picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. The wine flowing through his internal organs made him feel warm and comfortable.
"This... I haven't thought about it yet. To be honest, sir, I poisoned and killed thousands of soldiers in Tianqi City to save Dongjun's childhood friend Ye Dingzhi!"
"I also gave the eunuch Zhuoqing, who was beside Emperor Tai'an, a lesson. I'm afraid this action has angered the emperor. He just wanted to win me over and conferred the title of Earl of Lingnan on my grandfather. Now I have done something to slap him in the face. I'm sure our Wen family will be implicated as well!"
The Confucian Immortal gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and heard what Wen Yanzhao said, and said softly:
"So, you hurried back to Lingnan to protect the Wen family. Am I right?"
Wen Yanzhao nodded: "Sir, you are absolutely right!"
The Confucian Immortal finished the wine in the cup, used his inner strength in his left hand, and slowly lowered a guqin from the crown of the lush paulownia tree.
The Confucian Immortal put away the wine pot, gently placed the guqin on the table, pressed one hand on the strings, raised his head and asked:
"If you were Emperor Tai'an, what would you do if you met such an unruly Wen Yanzhao?"
Wen Yanzhao had never expected that the Confucian Immortal would actually ask this question. He held up his chin and pondered for a long time...
The sound of the ruxian's zither began to sound, sometimes melodious, sometimes gentle, and sometimes urgent...
Wen Yanzhao, who was lost in thought, was also attracted by the ever-changing music of the piano, but he did not expect that the Confucian Immortal's song could actually stimulate the true energy in Wen Yanzhao's body!
"Could it be that... the Confucian Immortal is trying to improve my cultivation?"
Wen Yanzhao felt the circulation of true energy throughout his body, which was accelerating with the medicinal wine and the current piano music!
At this moment, if someone could stand one foot behind Wen Yanzhao, he would definitely be able to see the wisps of true energy surging and dissipating above his head!
"Sir, this is..."
Wen Yanzhao felt the changes in his body, and found that the internal strength in his dantian had become deeper and more refined!
The Confucian Immortal just focused on the guqin in front of him:
"You haven't answered my question just now... What if you were Emperor Tai'an?"
Wen Yanzhao was startled, then blurted out:
"If we can't win him over, we must get rid of him. If we leave such a big hidden danger, it will definitely be detrimental to our Beili royal family's rule in the future!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the Confucian Immortal's piano became loud and the tone suddenly rose to the highest point!
It seems like a battle of swords and spears!
At this time, the Confucian Immortal also said loudly:
"In that case, if Emperor Tai'an uses all the power of the country to flatten Lingnan and destroy your Wen family in the future, how will you respond then?!"
Wen Yanzhao heard the question of the Confucian immortal in his ears, but the medicinal wine in his body was like a fuse, igniting the latent energy in his limbs and bones!
At this moment, his whole body was extremely hot, and his powerful internal energy seemed to be about to burst out. Facing the questioning of the Confucian Immortal, he could only follow his heart and roared:
"what……"
"If that's the case, then come one, kill one! Come a hundred, kill a hundred with poison! Come a hundred thousand, with the poison of my Wen family, I will fight them to the death!"
As soon as Wen Yanzhao finished speaking, the internal force aroused by the high-pitched and passionate music played by the Confucian Immortal just now quickly condensed into a more refined energy in his various major acupoints!
Finally, it converges at the Dantian through the eight extraordinary meridians and gradually settles down...
Wen Yanzhao was extremely excited. The Confucian Immortal Gu Chen was using medicinal wine and music to help him improve his cultivation!
He did not dare to neglect it, and immediately held his breath, focused his mind, followed the guidance of the piano music, and steadied his internal breath...
After a while, the music faded away like smoke, and the Confucian Immortal spoke:
"If it really comes to a point where both sides are in danger, I'm afraid that the thousands of people in Beili and hundreds of thousands of people in Lingnan will also suffer a catastrophe!"
Wen Yanzhao wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead, his voice a little unsteady:
"Then we can only blame the current emperor for not caring about the lives of the people in the world and destroying them for his own selfish desires!"
The Confucian immortal waved his sleeves, and the guqin suddenly soared into the air and disappeared into the treetops.
He stood up, looked towards the west and said in a deep voice:
"Hasn't he done enough for the Beili Imperial Family? I'm afraid Emperor Tai'an will just say this in the end—"
"For the sake of the country, I will let the people suffer and bear the blame!"
Wen Yanzhao felt a little distressed when he saw the lonely figure of Ruxian.
Thousands of lives in Western Chu were conquered by the Beili royal family.
The old man in front of me, who is over 70 years old, is probably the last survivor of Western Chu!
Thinking of this, Wen Yanzhao suddenly asked:
"Sir...if the world were replaced by a benevolent and generous emperor, what would you think?"
The Confucian Immortal slowly turned around:
"Are you talking about... Xiao Ruofeng, one of the Eight Young Masters of Beili who I met in Qiandong City last time?"
"He... looks like a kind person, but there is only chivalry in his expression, not the slightest hint of imperial arrogance!"
Ruxian was right. Wen Yanzhao was a good brother in every way, except for this one thing that made him feel helpless.
Wen Yanzhao sighed deeply:
"Sir, you are very knowledgeable about the world. Nothing can escape your eyes!"
A smile spread across the face of the Confucian Immortal:
"No need to flatter me. The last time we met, I could tell that he didn't have the ambition to be an emperor. But the heroic young man who was talking quietly beside him was someone worthy of trust!"
Wen Yanzhao smiled and said:
"You are talking about Master Zhuo Mo Lei Mengsha... Although he is a chatterbox, he is indeed a man of integrity! I am afraid that he will be burdened by Xiao Ruofeng in the future, and this talented general will be wasted!"
Ruxian seemed to not want to discuss the various rights and wrongs of the Beili royal family with Wen Yanzhao anymore. He said seriously:
"Your internal strength is still far behind what I had back then. Although you have been taking poison to practice, the speed of improvement is still limited..."
"From today on, come here to find me at the beginning of noon every day and leave here at the end of noon for seven days. With the help of my medicinal wine and this "Ode to Western Chu", I will definitely be able to help you improve your internal strength. I just don't know if you can reach the level of my brother Gu Mo..."
Sure enough, the medicinal wine that the Confucian Immortal gave to Wen Yanzhao was the one he had painstakingly prepared. However, it was not known whether this medicinal wine was the same as the one Baili Dongjun drank.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yanzhao prostrated himself and said:
"Thank you sir!"
The Confucian Immortal waved his hand and gently lifted Wen Yanzhao up:
"No need to be so polite. Didn't you help Yueluo pass the message to me? Moreover, you have been staying by Dongjun's side all this time. As for me, I have to thank you!"
Wen Yanzhao blushed and felt a little embarrassed:
"Dongjun is also my younger brother. As an older brother, of course I have to protect him. It's also a piece of cake for me to deliver a message to you on behalf of the Moonfall Pavilion Master."
"Sir, please don't give me all the credit..."
The Confucian Immortal smiled gently. He was very satisfied with the young man in front of him. He was gentle and upright but decisive. At such a young age, he had already entered the stage of Half-Step Divine Wandering...
If he were given more time, he would probably embark on the path of becoming the master of the martial arts world and overlooking the world!
The Confucian Immortal looked at Wen Yanzhao for a few times, and finally asked about that matter:
"Yan Zhao, you came to see me for something else, don't hide it from me!"
Wen Yanzhao was startled. Facing the Confucian Immortal, there was no need to hide or test him, so he said directly:
"Sir, you have seen through Yan Zhao. That's right! I was ordered by the head of the Wen family to seek the legendary..."
"The Art of Medicine Man!"
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