Chapter 230 Blood Weeping Grass Returning to One Sect
Linnancheng is a prosperous western county with a small population of less than 100,000 people.
Linnancheng doesn't have a lot of arable land, but it's just next to Chuya Country. There is a large area of red Bloodweeping Grass near the border, which stretches over several hills. It is quite spectacular, so there are quite a few people visiting here.
Therefore, Lin Nancheng relies on the consumption of tourists, and his life can be considered relatively comfortable.
The people of Lin Nancheng were well-informed, but driving a carriage into the city was an eye-opener for them. They never understood how the carriage could go and stop as it pleased without a horse.
It wasn't until Rong Che opened the carriage and walked out that he turned around and reached out to help Yan Qing get out, the onlookers suddenly realized that he was from the Immortal Sect!
In fact, they rarely see cultivators. They think that cultivators who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth are considered immortals to them.
Now when I look at the man who is handsome and elegant, and the woman who is full of fairy spirit, who is she if she is not a fairy?
So they thought they understood the truth, oh, it turned out to be the carriage of an immortal, so it’s not surprising. Immortals, it’s not surprising to have such a carriage that can move on its own, right?
Rong Che had just finished checking in when the county magistrate Qin He stumbled over to say hello.
He did not recognize Rong Che. After all, he, a county magistrate from a small border town, had not yet had the opportunity to meet the prince.
"I don't know when the two immortals arrived, some were far away to welcome them, some were far away to welcome them!" Qin He bowed his waist and rubbed his hands, greeting Rong Che with a flattering smile on his face.
Rong Che asked directly: "Is something wrong?"
The smile on Qin He's face froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times. When he saw Rong Che raising his eyebrows slightly, his heart beat wildly. He thought he had angered the immortal, so he quickly nodded and bowed and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I just came to ask the immortal if he needs anything.
Made by villains..."
Rong Che thought for a moment and said, "It's okay."
"The little man excuses himself..." Qin He smiled and stepped back. Seeing that Rong Che showed no signs of being angry, he quickly lifted up his robe and ran away.
Then Rong Che discovered that the entire inn had been emptied.
Rong Che sighed. In fact, he just wanted to play quietly and didn't think about clearing the place, although it was indeed much cleaner.
Yan Qing came over and asked in surprise: "Why does it seem like we are the only two guests in the inn?"
Rong Che just smiled slightly and said: "Quiet."
Yan Qingzheng didn't care anymore.
Qin He has already told all the merchants around him that no one is allowed to disturb the Immortal from resting. He has also repeatedly told the innkeeper that all expenses should be recorded in the county government account and that everything the Immortal wants must be prepared!
The shopkeeper had a grimace on his face. Who doesn’t know these days that being recorded in the county government’s account means that it will always be in the account!
But he didn't dare to say no. If he didn't follow the instructions and offended the county magistrate, maybe the county magistrate would settle accounts with him. But if he offended the immortals... I heard that the immortals didn't treat mortals as human beings, so they could kill them with one hand.
Treat him like an ant and crush him to death!
At present, everyone in the entire inn is arranged to serve only these two people.
In response, Rong Che just said: "Just give me more money when I leave."
Yan Qing didn't worry about this. She rested for a night and suddenly felt energetic, so she suggested going outside the city to see the Bloodweeping Grass.
After breakfast, the two of them took a bus out of the city. It was very smooth because there were government officials in front of them to clear the way.
After walking for half an hour out of the city, you could see a patch of red in the distance. Rong Che pointed it out to Yan Qing and said, "Look, over there is the Bloodweeping Grass. Because of the special nature of the Bloodweeping Grass, where they grow
No other plants can survive, so there is really no other color at all inside!"
This was the first time Yan Qing saw him. As he spoke, the red color in his eyes had grown bigger and bigger until it filled his entire field of vision.
"It's so spectacular!" Yan Qingzheng exclaimed.
The Bloodweeping Grass is not very tall and can only reach the crook of her legs. Moreover, the entire Bloodweeping Grass, including the roots and leaves, is all red. However, the newly sprouted Bloodweeping Grass is a tender red color, close to the withered Bloodweeping Grass.
It is dark red, with layers of crisscross growth, which is not monotonous.
The fiery red color is so bright that it makes people's blood surge under the sunlight.
Rong Che looked at Yan Qing in a daze.
Today, Yan Qing is wearing a white dress, with a silver girdle and skirt, covered with white gauze. Against the backdrop of the fiery blood weeping grass, it seems that the gauze skirt is dyed with some pink color.
A few beaded hairpins were pinned to the simple single bun, and the two dong bead earrings swayed as she looked left and right, adding a touch of agility.
Her delicate red lips pursed in a graceful arc, and from time to time she lightly opened her lips to reveal her pearly silver teeth...
In the red that filled the sky, Rong Che could only see this holy color like ice and snow, and he could only see this pretty figure.
How could Yan Qingzheng not notice Rong Che's fiery eyes, but she just jumped and ran away like a mortal little girl, stood there, turned around suddenly, and showed a big smile to the absent-minded Rong Che.
"Rong Che, let me dance for you!" she said, stretching her limbs and dancing slowly.
Rotating and jumping, waist twisting, light and refined.
Rong Che couldn't help but walked over step by step. All he could see was the woman dancing in the red ocean, her graceful dancing posture, her stunning beauty, her smile that captivated all living beings... This scene was something he would never forget.
Yan Qing was finishing a dance when she saw Rong Che like this. She walked over with a smile, put her hands around his neck, and said with a sweet smile: "We came to see the scenery, what's the point of you always looking at me?"
ah!"
"Well..." Rong Che just breathed carefully, as if exhaling too hard would blow away the fairy in front of him...
He wanted to say that no beautiful scenery in the world is as beautiful as you, and that he would never be able to see enough of you in his lifetime...
However, he couldn't say these words, he just looked at Yan Qing's heartbeat, put his hands around her waist, leaned down, found those beautiful lips, and kissed her.
The figures of the two people were spinning in the delicate red ocean, forgetting everything.
The blood-weeping grass in the setting sun added a bit of sadness. The two of them were sitting on a hillside. All they could see was the blood-weeping grass. They simply lay down and looked at the clear sky and the dyed clouds on the horizon.
The golden and red colors of the sunset.
"Let's go back after we see the stars." Yan Qing was saying.
"Okay." Rong Che always had only one word for Yan Qingzheng's suggestions.
When the setting sun finally stopped struggling and officially disappeared from the mountains, darkness instantly enveloped the land.
The blood-red Bloodweeping Grass became less dazzling, and stars began to appear in the sky.
"Rong Che, we..." Yan Qing was about to speak, but hesitated.
Rong Che turned his head and looked at her, waiting for her to speak.
Yan Qingzheng suddenly smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just can't think of a nice name, a meaningful name, for our new sect."
Rong Che narrowed his eyes. He knew that Yan Qingzheng definitely didn't want to say this at first, so what exactly did she want to say? How could it actually embarrass her?
"What kind of sect do you want to establish?"
"You know, whether they are monsters or humans, we are all treated equally. Those who truly pursue the path, are obsessed with research, and have skills. Everyone can find their own place, and everyone can live in a dignified sect!
No matter they are strong or weak, they all live in harmony. No one bullies the weak, and no one takes advantage of the power to bully others... There can be competition, but not in despicable ways. There is a brotherhood between fellow students, everyone respects the teacher, and follows the example... Let's pursue the road together!
"Yan Qing was looking forward to it.
Rong Che didn't say anything, and she smiled bitterly: "What I said was too ideal..."
Rong Che said: "Take your time, success and failure will be 50-50 after all."
"You will comfort me. I know my thoughts are too naive..." Yan Qing took a deep breath and shrank into Rong Che's arm.
"Qing'er, I think what you said may not come true." Rong Che said after considering, "And after listening to your thoughts, I have a feeling that this is the way you have been pursuing, and your way is your ideal.
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"My way is my ideal?" Yan Qing was thinking about the meaning of this sentence, and suddenly he had a clear understanding in his heart.
"And I think that the avenue that everyone is pursuing is ultimately the same. No matter what method is used, whether it is to improve one's realm, pursue the ultimate in weapon refining, or achieve detachment of one's mind, it will all be the same in the end.
Different paths lead to the same goal! Therefore, the new sect might as well be called...Guiyi Sect!"
Yan Qing suddenly sat up and looked at Rong Che with sparkling eyes: "Return to the same sect... Return to the sect?"
She suddenly threw herself on Rong Che, who was still lying on the ground, and gave him a big hug: "Okay! Let's call it Gui Yimen!"
Rong Che couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, hugging his wife, happy that his idea was recognized by her, and even more happy that he could solve such a problem for her.
Stars filled the sky as promised, and Yan Qingzheng couldn't wait to share the news with Jin Mang and others before going back.
"Okay." Rong Che still didn't disagree.
The two of them drove back to the inn, where the shopkeeper had already prepared local delicacies.
It turns out that blood weeping grass is edible and delicious when it just sprouts.
After dinner, Yan Qing was going upstairs to take a shower. Rong Che asked the shopkeeper a few questions. After all, he was still the prince of Feng Rong, so he also wanted to ask about the people's livelihood here on behalf of the emperor.
"Life is easier. After all, this piece of bloodweeping grass grows all year round, and there are many people coming to see it." The shopkeeper replied respectfully.
"Bloodweeping grass can be eaten, so why hasn't it flowed into the capital?" Rong Che asked, thinking that he, as a prince, had never eaten it.
"Back to the Immortal, only the young shoots of the Blood Weeping Grass can be eaten, and they must be cooked within three hours after being picked, otherwise it will become bitter. This place is far away from the capital, let alone the capital. Outside of this county, it can be eaten elsewhere.
Not even there!”
Rong Che nodded, thinking about it, although this Bloodweeping Grass is rare, its taste is not very special. Does it have any medicinal value? It is really just for freshness.
Yan Qingzheng also learned about this situation later. He glanced at Rong Che, and with a thought in his heart, he said, "We have been out for a while, why don't we go back and see your brother and the others?"
Rong Che's eyes lit up and he shook his head: "Let's continue playing."
He wanted his wife to go out and relax, but he was afraid that she would be sad again once she returned to that sad place in the capital.
Yan Qingzheng was sitting next to him and said solemnly: "My relatives are relatives, and your relatives are also relatives! How about we bring some buds of Bloodweeping Grass to give to our relatives and friends in the capital to taste?"