The turmoil and controversy from the outside world are constant, but they have not affected the tranquility here.
Tomorrow is the seventh day. Will the pure land of Dongchen Peak still exist?
The senior officials of each lineage had no sleep tonight and have been discussing how to distribute the interests of Dongchen Peak. Some elders were so angry that they almost took action directly.
In the dead of night, with the full moon in the sky, in a quiet bamboo house, Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue sat opposite each other, neither of them spoke, and remained silent.
During a cup of tea, Wan Hanyi raised his head and glanced at the full moon, then looked down at the cup of tea on the table, raised the cup and sipped lightly. The tea was slightly bitter, but also had a hint of sweetness, and the aftertaste was endless.
"You take good care of my junior brother, I will go and reason with them."
After Wan Hanyi finished drinking the pot of tea on the table, he planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with the senior officials of the Holy Land tonight. I believe that the senior officials will understand Wan Hanyi's painstaking efforts and be willing to reason with Wan Hanyi.
"Well, don't make things too big."
Luo Huangxue did not stop her, she showed a rare indifferent expression. Maybe it was because Luo Huangxue also wanted to reason, or maybe she was becoming more and more disappointed with Wanyan Holy Land.
If it weren't for the old man, Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue had already left this place and were free in the world, why would they stay here and suffer the anger. Then again, the two of them have no feelings for Wanyan Holy Land, but they do have feelings for every plant and tree here.
The feeling of reluctance.
Da da da——
There was a sound of footsteps.
Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue both looked sideways and saw an old man wearing a white robe, with gray hair and a tall body and a wide nose.
This old man is the gatekeeper elder of Wanyan Holy Land, Shangguan Guyun.
"What do you two little babies want to do?"
Shangguan Guyun originally didn't want to get involved in the trivial matters in the Holy Land, but in the end he couldn't sit still.
"Elder Shangguan."
Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue stood up and saluted.
In such a huge holy land, there were only a few people they could truly respect, and Shangguan Guyun was definitely one of them.
Others don't know Shangguan Guyun's strength, but Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue know it very well. According to the old man Yan Qingyou, Shangguan Guyun's strength is by no means weaker than him, and he is a true saint.
Looking at the world, saints are extremely terrifying existences. They can go anywhere in the world of mortals.
"Elder Shangguan must have heard about the matter at Dongchen Peak!" Luo Huangxue was dressed simply, and the freckles on her face gave her a different temperament, like the big sister next door.
"Of course I know." Shangguan Guyun nodded.
"Senior brother is going to talk to the Holy Lord and others. What do the elders think?"
Luo Huangxue poured a cup of tea for Shangguan Guyun.
Shangguan Guyun took a sip of tea, giving Luo Huangxue some face, and said slowly: "I'm not here to stop you, I just want to say a word."
"Elder, please speak." Luo Huangxue respected Shangguan Guyun very much.
"Try not to make this matter too big and let it go as soon as possible. After all, you don't want to expose your own strength and lose your current peaceful life."
Shangguan Guyun explained his intention.
Wanyan Holy Land is about to abolish Dongchen Peak, and Shangguan Guyun will definitely not stop Wan Hanyi and Luohuangxue. Coming here tonight, Shangguan Guyun only hopes to use gentle means to solve the problem.
"We'll try our best." Luo Huangxue and Wan Hanyi looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you." Shangguan Guyun pursed his lips and said with a clasped fist.
"You're welcome, elder."
Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue quickly returned the gift. They couldn't bear the fist-holding gift from a saint now.
Shangguan Guyun didn't care about these common etiquette, shook his head, chuckled, turned around and walked away.
Looking at the back of Shangguan Guyun who was walking away, Wan Hanyi asked in a hurry: "Elder, with your ability, why do you want to stay in Wanyan Holy Land as a gatekeeper?"
Shangguan Guyun has guarded the mountain gate for more than a thousand years, but has long been forgotten by the senior officials. All this is because Shangguan Guyun has no background.
It is said that when Shangguan Guyun entered the academy, no one was willing to accept him because his talent was too poor. In the end, the previous chief of Dongchen Peak believed that Shangguan Guyun had extraordinary perseverance and made an exception, allowing Shangguan Guyun to become an outer disciple.
A leader has spoken, and of course the Holy Land will not care about these details.
From then on, Shangguan Guyun became an outer disciple. When he was old, he was assigned to the mountain gate and became a gatekeeper elder without any power.
"This homeland has left behind my youth."
Shangguan Guyun paused and did not turn around. His voice followed the breeze.
Then, Shangguan Guyun disappeared and continued to guard the mountain gate for thousands of years without any complaints or regrets.
Wan Hanyi and Luo Huangxue were both silent. What was the reason why they stayed in Wanyan Holy Land?
They regarded Dongchen Peak as their home. When they were at their most depressed and helpless, it was the old man who accepted them and led them from the dire straits to the light.
Wherever the old man stays, their home is.
Today, someone wants to destroy their home, how can they allow it?
Wan Hanyi drank another cup of tea without saying a word, turned around and walked into the bamboo house. Wan Hanyi walked to the rack in the bamboo house and took a simple white shirt and an iron sword without a blade.
With the iron sword slung behind his back, a white shirt on his body, and his long hair fastened with a bamboo hairpin, he looked like a wanderer in the world of mortals.
This iron sword is called Qingsi, and it was given to Wan Hanyi by Yan Qingyou five hundred years ago.
Yan Qingyou once said that a real swordsman needs to spend his whole life to maintain a sword. Even if the sword is an ordinary sword, rusty, and has chips, in the eyes of a real swordsman, it is still a peerless sword.
Although the sword has no sharp edge, it can still control mountains and rivers.
In the past five hundred years, Wan Hanyi has used the green silk iron sword only a handful of times. He regards the old man's words as truth and has been using his soul to nourish this iron sword, which is a mortal soldier. He will not use the iron sword lightly.
"Senior brother, go early and come back early."
Luo Huangxue looked at Wan Hanyi and ordered.
Wan Hanyi nodded lightly, took one step away from the dust, and rode on the clouds and mist.
At the same time, Xu Changge stood on a hillside and seemed to see Wan Hanyi's figure driving away in the mist, with a smile on his lips.
"Tomorrow morning, the matter must be over. Tonight, I am destined to be sleepless."
Xu Changge murmured to himself.
A pot of sake in the mountains, admiring the moon and flowers, and enjoying life.
Xu Changge sat on a stone, holding a pot of wine in his hand, looking up at the moon, his eyes deep and full of vicissitudes of life.
In the inner hall of the main hall of Wanyan Holy Land, the Holy Lord is dealing with trivial matters regarding the distribution of Dongchen Peak's interests.
"Holy Lord, Dongchen Peak disciple Wan Hanyi wishes to see you."