Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 216 Borrowing a Sword (Part 2)
Piao Astronomy Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 216: Borrowing the Sword (Part 2)
In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate of the Wasteland, Liansheng not only dirty her flesh and blood, but also dirty her mood, making her originally unparalleled Taoist heart covered with dust because of something in the past year, and because she knew that the realm of fate was not
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If an ordinary practitioner encounters such setbacks, he will probably give up in despair.
But she is not an ordinary practitioner, she is a Taoist who regards Taoism as a fool.
She knew very well that all setbacks were the test of Haotian. As long as her Taoist heart was firm and strong enough, she could turn all of this into the most beautiful scenery along the long path of practice.
On the wasteland, she had seen the formation set up by the God of Light thousands of years ago. She had seen Mr. Ke's Haoran sword that cut through the heaven and earth. These scenery were waiting for her to watch in silence and then absorbed.
But others in the Xiling Temple don’t know.
The ruling priest didn't know.
Luo Kedi, the commander of the Divine Guard who wanted to force her to get married, didn't know.
The result of not knowing is that the current Xiling Temple not only gives her cold mockery, contempt and humiliation, but also wants to deprive her of the time she needs most now.
Ye Hongyu takes time, it takes time to see through the scenery and see the paper that is hidden in front of him.
So she can calmly ignore those complicated-looking eyes, those words that kill the heart, she can appear cowardly and even humble, she can kneel in front of the throne of the gods, respectfully as if there is no hopeless waste.
However, the situation she faced suddenly became difficult.
Although Luo Kedi, the commander of the God Guard, is a rare master in the temple and the most trusted subordinate of the head sect, Ye Hongyu would not consider marrying him at all.
It’s not because of his age, not because of his appearance, not even because she has no feelings for him, because she can have no feelings for her in order to practice Taoism.
But because...he wants her to marry him.
He wanted her to marry him, not he begged her to marry him, not he asked her to marry him.
This was a humiliation that she could not accept.
Ye Hongyu sat silently on the stone bed, holding the blue Taoist robe tightly with both hands, and his knuckles were a little white.
"Do you really want to go back to the scene?"
"Damn Pipi, you fat man, you bitch, you idiot, when I was a child, I scared you a few words, why did you run away? Why don't you go back to the scene now?"
"If you don't look back, your brother won't forgive me. Then why should I go back?"
I don't know if it's because I think of that hateful guy Chen Pipi, or because of my own brother, Ye Hongyu can still calm down and self-control with endless humiliation these days, but at this moment, he can no longer control his emotions, bow his head silently, and his eyebrows are gone.
It is grievance, sadness and cowardice.
At this time, she was no longer a Taoist ignorant or a loser, she was just an ordinary girl.
When an ordinary girl is forced to get married, she is naturally angry, so Ye Hongyu becomes very angry at this time. She looks coldly at the closed door of the stone house, thinking that she should kill Chen Bachi and turn Luo Kedi.
Kill, kill all those who dare to look at themselves with that gaze.
However, the anger in her eyes gradually turned into confusion and self-deprecation, because now she had no time and could not look back, so she seemed to be able to sit by the stone bed so angry and helpless.
At this moment, someone came outside the stone house.
"Sir, I have a letter from you."
The man outside the stone house did not call her the post and did not deliberately respect her, but such a simple sentence showed enough respect, which was the respect that only she could feel.
Ye Hongyu raised his eyebrows slightly and his expression was slightly different.
In the temple, she has not been so respected for a long time.
The door of the stone house opened, and she recognized that the man was an ordinary deacon in the Judgment Department.
The deacon respectfully handed a letter with both hands, then said nothing, turned around and left the stone house.
The stone house door is closed again, and the darkness is resurrected.
Ye Hongyu walked back to the stone bed and sat down, quietly looking at the letter in his hand, and didn't speak for a long time.
The envelope is plain kraft paper, without any special place, and there is no handwriting on the cover.
She used to be the chief minister of the Judgment Department. Although she didn't manage the affairs of the department in detail, she also had the wisdom to understand all the details of the world and then discover clues from it.
The seemingly ordinary kraft paper, with about two fingers of paper, is the most common craft in Danzhou paper workshop.
Then this letter comes from Southern Jin.
Ye Hongyu confirmed that she didn't know anyone in Nanjin, so she didn't know who was the one who wrote the letter.
She uncovered the envelope, pulled out the letter paper, and slowly unfolded it.
The letter paper is slightly yellow straw paper.
A pattern is drawn on the straw paper.
The person who draws pictures is obviously not good at painting, and the lines are twisted and trembling, making it difficult to see the extreme, and it is extremely clumsy, and it is impossible to see what he is painting.
Ye Hongyu looked at the narrow and hollow pattern on the slightly yellow letter paper, and his fingers holding the two corners of the letter paper trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time without saying anything.
She understood what was drawn on the letter.
That's a sword.
Sword Saint Liu Bai's sword.
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The Yue Kingdom is south of the Southern Jin Dynasty and east of the river, and is facing the relatively quiet South China Sea, so the fishing port is much more prosperous and lively than the Song Kingdom.
A young man in a cloth shirt walked out of a fishing boat, stretched to Chaoyang, then squinted his eyes, and signaled his subordinates to complete the subsequent matters.
The young man's face was extremely handsome, and the shrill scar on his cheek did not make his face look ferocious, but instead made him feel a little calmer.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the rising sun, felt the wet sea breeze slapped on his cheeks, and suddenly felt unprecedented satisfaction, and whispered: "It seems good to just live your life like this."
The young subordinates argued fiercely with the fish merchants and salt merchants, but these things seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just looked at the rising sun silently.
People in the fishing port only know that this young man is a big businessman from the north and is engaged in a fish pickling business. No one knows how brilliant life this young man once had before selling fish pickling.
What a reputation.
The young man was once the prince of Yan State, the most glorious young strong man in the Xiling Temple, and the beautiful son of the god who once planted a few peach blossoms on the threshold of his life.
However, now, he is a fish seller.
Even though he was shot through his chest and abdomen by Ning Que, and his cultivation level was destroyed, even if he was willing to fall into depravity and competed for food with beggars in the ruined temple, he was once Prince Longqing after all.
There is no level of cultivation, and there is still fist. If the fist cannot resist the storm of the world, he still has wisdom. The most important thing is that since he is not dead, he wants to live better.
He was in a poor state and took half a month to unify the Beggars' Sect inside and outside the capital of Yan State and become the leader. Then he took away some of the wealth and some loyal subordinates from the gang and followed his subordinates to Song.
In China, I opened a wine shop and it took only a short time to defeat all my colleagues on the street.
Then he sold the wine shops, teahouses and food, and gave half to an official in the State of Song, and started selling business with the 1,000 taels of silver he had obtained.
The business is good when purchasing pickled fish from Yue Kingdom and then selling it to Southern Jin or Yan Kingdom.
Sometimes Longqing couldn't help but sigh, and he seemed to be able to do anything well.
In just such a short time, he became a big businessman. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
However, looking at the pickled salted fish in the bamboo basket, he couldn't help but wonder, even if he became the richest businessman in the world, what's the difference between them and the salted fish in the basket?
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(Today's condition is extremely bad, and there is something wrong with emotions, so this is the only chapter.)