On this day, the cultivation of the twenty-three prefects of the Japanese Wen Mansion was completely ruined. On this day, Wei Changli, the Supreme Spirit Controller, died and became the first peak strong man to generously go to justice when the eternal night fell. His bravery and wisdom will be left to the world forever.
An unattainable back view.
Wen Mansion, which has stood in the Yuling Continent for more than 2,400 years, has experienced difficulties in its establishment, experienced peaks, and experienced troughs. Now it suddenly collapsed, and everyone felt as if they were in a dream.
On Tiandu Mountain, under an old pear tree, Meng Dongjiao knelt down facing the south and broke down in tears.
"If I could be stronger, if I could be stronger..."
Meng Dongjiao punched the ground. Qingdu was very close to him, but there was nothing he could do. The old pear tree stretched out a branch and touched Meng Dongjiao.
"Don't blame yourself, Lao Wei has no children in his life, he regards you all as his own children, and he has already arranged a retreat for all of you before he died.
Lao Wei once said that the world they created looked bright but was actually hopeless. There were many problems that he could not solve by himself.
But he always firmly believes that the people who come after him will be wiser than him and find a way out for Wenfu and Yuling Continent."
Before the crisis came, Wei Changli dismissed the swordsmen and pen officials and settled everyone.
In Wuling City, a dark-skinned man was looking in the direction of the Wen Mansion in a daze. Behind him was an old man with a beard as thick as steel, with a flattering look on his face.
"Come and try it, this is the meat your father and I roasted for you myself!"
No one would have thought that this flattering old man was none other than Lei Huaji, the lord of the Wu Mansion, and that this dark-skinned young man was Lei Chengying, the shadow fang among the swordsmen.
"Try it, try it..."
Seeing that Lei Chengying didn't speak, the old man brought the meat directly to his mouth.
"I told you I won't eat, are you annoyed?" Lei Chengying said impatiently.
Lei Huaji didn't have a good temper either. When he got angry, he would smash the table in front of him with his slap.
"Little calf, don't be so shameless."
As soon as he scolded Lei Huaji, he regretted it. The old man was not afraid of beating anyone he met, but he was only afraid of his son.
The last time father and son had a quarrel, the boy ran away in anger for more than ten years. If Wei Changli hadn't forcibly sent him back, he probably would have died the next time they met.
"Son, you said that our family has been warriors for generations, and you yourself are also enlightened warriors. In the future, can you stop calling everyone you are a scribe when you meet them? You make me very embarrassed. What did Wei Changli give you?
Brainwashing drug." Lei Huaji had a headache.
"Dad, is Mr. Wei dead?"
Wei Changli had strict orders not to allow them to return to Qingdu, but Lei Chengyingque noticed this battle that shocked Yuling Continent.
The amusement on Lei Huaji's face subsided. He was so flattering just now because he wanted Lei Chengying not to pay too much attention. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't hide it.
"Old Wei left. He was very heroic. He monopolized the two top formers in the world, Boss Qing and Cizhaoren, and shed his last drop of blood for the Qing Dynasty."
"Dad, can you leave me alone for a while..."
He knew that his son had been strong-tempered since he was a child and would never let anyone see his weak side. Lei Huaji sighed and left.
Luling Fishing Tan, the most suitable place for fishing in Daxuan, Shui Wuxin sat alone on the shore, clasping his hands and knees and burying his head, sobbing lowly, like an abandoned child.
Yue Feixiong also sat quietly beside him, without comfort, waiting for him to vent all his emotions.
"Maybe it's because my parents died too early, so I don't have a deep impression of them. I grew up eating Baijia rice and wearing Baijia clothes. Later, Mr. Wei picked me up from the mouth of a wolf in the mountains.
Mr. Wei adopted me in the Wen Mansion, and I grew up sitting on a sheep cart until I became sensible.
People in Qingdu saw Mr. Wei as muddle-headed and careless, but I am the only one who knows that Mr. Wei always frowns when no one is around.
So even if I was bullied all the time when I was a child, I would never tell him. Even if I became enlightened as a scholar, I would never stand out in the literary family, nor would I participate in various banquets. I would always hide myself under the light of Fu Changlin.
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It’s not that I’m not as good as him, it’s just that I’m grateful to Mr. Wei for raising me up, and I don’t want him to spend more time on me after all his hard work.”
"It's all grandpa's fault. If I had known about you earlier, I wouldn't have made your life so hard."
This is Yue Feixiong's last relative, and also the softest piece in the heart of this veteran.
"I don't blame you, and I don't resent anyone, and I will never quarrel with anyone, because everyone who can stay by my side is precious, but Mr. Wei..."
Shui Wuxin's body was trembling because of sadness.
"Master Wei is also someone I admire. He was so brilliant when he was young, and now he is gone with such vigor that he makes those people who live in the world feel ashamed.
The tears shed by you people are the value of Mr. Wei's life."
Yuling Continent has lost a true hero, but it has a group of young people who will grow up on his shoulders.
Nanling is the most famous place for fine wine in Yuling Continent, and its ancient wells and famous springs are among the best in the world.
One of them is called Ganlao Spring, which is the most special. The spring water comes from the deep mountains and there are flowers on both sides of the spring. Petals are often soaked in the spring water. It is the best water spring for wine making.
There is a pavilion next to the ancient spring, with four characters written on it, "It's worth making flowers."
The words are like a horned dragon, vigorous and powerful, and their power penetrates the back of the paper.
At this moment, there was a woman in white sitting in the pavilion, holding a jar of wine in her arms, looking lonely and muttering a poem.
"The wind blows the fragrance of peonies all over the city, and Qingyao invites guests to taste the wine.
The general saying is that when you forget your worries, you have joy, and the most unforgettable thing is drinking with red powder."
On a sunny morning more than seven hundred years ago, a young man accidentally walked into this place smelling the aroma of wine, and was finally beaten out with a stick.
But this young man climbed over the wall to steal wine in the middle of the night, and ended up drunk in the wine cellar. He was found and hung from a flower tree. That was the first time the two met.
Later, when I inquired about it, I found out that this young man was the direct descendant of the palace lord and the most brilliant talent in Yuling Continent. However, he didn't have a trace of annoying pride in him. Instead, he often tried to trick her into drinking wine in a lowly manner.
At first, I just thought he was lively and cheerful. From morning sun to sunset, from late spring to cold winter, there were endless poems and endless interesting things in his mouth.
She still fell in love with this charming, straightforward and talented young man and couldn't help herself.
Even though she knew from the moment she was born that she could not like anyone, the same was true for teenagers.
When the boy left Nanling in tears, she knew that her infatuation was no match for fate.
They have not seen each other since then, but every year during the Shangsi Festival she would bring the best wine from Nanling and put it in the pavilion.
Because every day on this day, someone will come to the Huaxiang Pavilion on time, steal a jar of wine, put down a red leaf, and leave quietly.
Red leaves convey love, wine conveys lovesickness.