Chapter One Hundred: As Illusory as a Moon in Water, Unreach

g Wang only recognized one other person: Lian Shao of the Nan Yao Lian clan. He was the very same Lian clan member who had mocked Lian Que with cold sarcasm in front of the sword furnace when Lian Que...The two brothers of the Yi family are truly different people. One is old-fashioned, and the other is cunning.

Yi Xingchen was a dashing figure, renowned as a prodigy alongside Li Zhengshu in his youth. His life has been smooth sailing ever since, and he is now listed in the Political Affairs Hall, becoming one of the most influential figures in Qi State.

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Both of his sons were just average looking, and many people felt sorry for him.

But Jiang Wang felt that the Yi brothers were both very good people.

Of course, coming and going is coming and going. Yi Huai Min wanted to use this little trick to confirm the "suspect." However, someone as experienced as Old Master Jiang wouldn't be fooled.

He would never admit that he had anything to do with those remnants of the Ku Rong Academy. Who doesn't know that his Jiang family and the Buddhist sect have always been separate entities

The Master of Bitter Taste cried and begged him to become a monk, but he didn't go.

Moreover, the Metropolitan Procuratorate has already investigated. Lord Jiang is innocent!

Yi Huimin's malicious speculation is true and abhorrent!

Rather, it was Bao Zhongqing who specifically brought his wife to pay respects. This time, he did taste something different.

This young master of the Shuo Fang family is obviously not content with simply being a son of an Earl. He wants to begin taking over the Bao family's banner in various fields and expanding his own influence.

This visit to the Bo Wang Hou mansion was more of a reminder, both to the Bao family internally and to all external parties. It served as a reminder of the longstanding feud between his wife's natal family, the Bao clan, and the Chong Xuan clan.

Now that Chongxuan Zun is already a Marquis of Military Merit, and Chongxuan Sheng is about to inherit his title, this elder brother, friend, and future father should naturally take on more responsibility.

If Jiang Wang's guess is right, no matter what big events happen in Qi State next, this Brother Mazhi will definitely step in and make his presence felt.

However, this is a family matter of the鮑 family and has nothing to do with his ginger-haired person. Not long after 鮑清 left, Gao Zhe came again on behalf of the Jinghai Gao family.

Though both Jiang Wang and Chong Xuan had long since ceased to associate with this person, the relationship between Chong Xuan's family and the Gao family was still being maintained.

Today, Chong Xuan Sheng is already the head of the Chong Xuan family. He can no longer use his youth as an excuse, and many things can no longer be done solely based on his own likes and dislikes.

When Gao Zhe came to visit, one should welcome him, but not turn him away.

Jiang Wang then politely excused himself.

He most disliked these coming and going manners. The Buddha said "Eight Sufferings," one of them is "Hate Meeting", which refers to the suffering of having to stay with people you dislike.

He has always been straightforward, making friends easily and parting ways quickly. But as his status rose and his experiences accumulated, he became less free and easygoing than he used to be. The more one rolls in the world, the more concerns they have.

Just as an official road eventually transcends to a certain point, it must cut away from those entanglements.

Of course, if he were at his own Wuanhou Mansion, he would simply shut himself off to meditate and cultivate whenever he pleased, ignoring everyone and making it impossible for anyone to find fault with him. Today, as the host for welcoming guests of honour from Chongxuan Family, he could only suppress his impulses.

The connections of the Chong Xuan family, a top-tier aristocratic clan, are unparalleled. The old patriarch wielded considerable influence, commanding a vast network of loyal subordinates. Although this funeral was intentionally low-key, visitors offering condolences and paying respects were constantly arriving, and they were not ordinary people.

Over the three days of mourning, Jiang Wang felt like he had met almost every important person in Qi.

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When Chong Xuan Sheng carried the coffin back to the Chong Xuan clan's ancestral tomb, he did not bring anyone with him. Only Shi Fourteen accompanied Chong Xuan Sheng. No one outside the Chong Xuan clan was allowed to go there at this time.

According to the rules, Chongxuan Sheng had to first inherit the position of head of the Chongxuan clan under the witness of the family elder at their ancestral home. Only then could he return to Linzi and receive his official title. This is also why the family elders hold a very high status, as they rarely involve themselves in court politics and serve as the foundation for the family.

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The old man had made thorough arrangements for his life, and with Chong Xuan and Liang accompanying him, there shouldn't be any more disturbances. What surprised Jiang Wang slightly was that Chong Xuan didn't go to the Chong Xuan clan land.

In the dwindling halls of Bo Wang Hou's manor, where few remained, the two youngest military meritorious marquises of Qi state, rarely had a chance to converse.

At that time, Jiang Wang was in the courtyard where he had spent a whole night with Chong Xuan Sheng. There was a small pond in the courtyard, and on it stood a pavilion connected to the shore by a stone bridge.

Jiang Wang stood on the stone bridge, quietly watching the reflection of the water, remembering some things from a long time ago.

Zhong Xuan followed closely behind.

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"Didn't you go to Qiuyang County" Jiang Wang came back to his senses and asked.

Zhongxuan still had a white mourning band on his forehead. He neatly arranged his hair, as if wiping away the hazy smoke and rain, making his mountain-like eyebrows and eyes brighter.

Even in such a mournful time, the scenery is bright and beautiful.

“There are many people who support me back in the village.” He said calmly. “There’s no need for my chubby little brother to remember these things, nor is there any need for those who shouldn’t dwell on them to think about them anymore.”

For a very long time, he was the undisputed choice for the head of the Chongxuan Clan.

Looking forward a few years, Chong Xuan was still being turned away everywhere. Now that I think about it, it really feels like a dream.

Jiang Wang remained silent.

Moreover, this is the affair of the newly appointed Marquis of Bo望.

The clear pool water reflected two figures, both dressed in simple striped clothes. In the rippling waves, each had their own unique elegance, and each held within them a solitary heart.

Jiang Wang could roughly understand. From today onwards, the Champion Hou's Mansion and Bo Wang Hou's Mansion would officially be separated.

The old man has already passed away, which is normal. It’s best to differentiate this as early as possible, otherwise, as Chong Xuan Zun said, some people will “overthink” it.

It's simply because Chong Xuan is too outstanding, a natural giant ship. Even if he does nothing, there will always be people vying to get on board.

Jiang Wang asked, "I heard you refused Blood River Sect's invitation" He had heard about this in Nanjiang, but he didn't know the specifics. Master Peng Chongjian of Moving Mountains had already officially succeeded as the leader of the Blood River Sect, and this wasn't a secret.

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As for his subsequent attitude towards Qi Ting, he was sent here and there by various factions to avoid further involvement and thus no longer paid any attention to it. Lao Shan walked out while saying this.

“No thanks.” Zhen Xuan remained gazing at the water, without turning back.

The sound of Wuanhou's footsteps gradually faded.

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Like many departures of people and things, it was actually quite calm, nothing too dramatic.

He was very familiar with this courtyard.

Usually, when the sun is just right, the old man would lounge in his armchair, basking lazily in the sunshine. His father, meanwhile, would pull up a small stool and sit beside him, diligently offering tea and water.

Shoulder and leg massage.

Father's topic always revolves around the position of the head of the family. Three sentences are not, claiming succession, constantly urging the old master to abdicate and give way to a virtuous successor. The most virtuous person would naturally be him, the eldest son of the Chongxuan clan, followed by his son, the grandson of the Chongxuan clan. Asking the old master to choose one from among them, it wouldn't go wrong.

The old man usually cursed and blessed in the same breath. He was a reclusive scholar, often sitting on the stone steps beside the small bridge, quietly reading a book, rarely intervening in the conversation between the father and son.

Once upon a time, there was nothing special about those times.

Now that I think about it, it feels as elusive as the moon in water. Zhong Xuan stood alone in this courtyard, on this stone bridge, and let out a soft, gentle sigh.

He seldom sighs.

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Just like many times watching fallen leaves, I never felt sad. Listening to many songs quietly, I have never felt sentimental.

Yet one day, in such an ordinary afternoon, suddenly I remembered a lot of past events.

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Therefore, this pool of autumn water brings such a feeling of melancholy.

Cross the stone bridge, then cross it again.

He walked back and forth on those steps several times before finally leaving without looking back.

Zhongxuan should leave this courtyard and walk to his father's resting room. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the door open and entered.

Master Chongxuan was lying back on a rocking bed, eyes open, staring blankly at the canopy.

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“Grandfather has already been sent back to his ancestral home for burial, and the funeral is over.” Chongzun walked closer to the bed and said softly.

Zhong Xuan Mingguang hummed in response, sounding listless. "Let's go," Zhong Xuan Zun said.

"Where to" Chong Xuan Ming's eyes twitched.

“Don’t you have your own house” Chong Xuan replied, “You can come to mine too.”

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Chong Xuan Ming Guang closed his eyes and said, "This is my home. I lived here when I was little. I've lived here for many years."

"Alright, alright," Chong Xuan said. "I'll buy the courtyard of your neighbor to the east and connect it to yours. I'll also have Master Xu design it for you. You know Master Xu He built Tianxiangyunge. I'll cover all the expenses, guaranteed to make your house the most luxurious mansion in North City."

“This isn't the house’s problem!” Chong Xuanming stood up, rummaging for his shoes as he mumbled, “It’s mainly just too unfamiliar.”

Zhong Xuan knelt down, helping him put on his boots while saying, "Xiao Pang said that your room will still be kept for you. You can come back and live there whenever you want, for as long as you like. But I thought, what kind of person was our father He always valued propriety above all else. How could he possibly stay in his nephew's house after moving out"

"That's right." Chongxuan Mingguang nodded vigorously, and scoffed: "I, Chongxuan Xianchang, conduct business brilliantly and am well-off. How could I possibly lack a place to live Little chubby nephew, how amusing! You worry too much!"

At this point, the boots were already on. Chongxuan made a gesture of invitation.

He got up, but stood too quickly and felt dizzy for a moment. He swayed and fell back down.

The spirited look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a melancholic gaze as he looked at Chong Xuan Zun: "Am I getting old"

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Zhong Xuan looked at him earnestly: "Father is still very handsome." Zhong Xuan Mingguang eyelids drooped slightly: "Father will have no father in the future."

Zhong Xuan obeyed, saying, "My grandfather's life has always been devoted to the family. My younger brother, though he is a bit plump, still possesses some talent and won't disgrace the Zhong Xuan family name."

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His voice was very soothing, and naturally had the power to calm emotions.

“That’s just a little bit of cleverness.” Chong Xuan Mingguang snorted: “Don’t even compare yourself to me, you’re still a little worse. I'm really worried about the future of the family!”

"Yes, yes, yes." Chongxuan echoed, "But since the matter is settled, father selling his son a favor, let's not hold it against him anymore."

Zhong Xueming glared at him: "Would I stoop to quarreling with a junior like you Your father is the kind of man who has an empty head and no integrity, isn't he"

After a pause, he asked again, "But do you think your grandfather would feel at ease"

Zhong Xuan followed the tone seriously and said: "Little Pang is only lacking in martial arts. I taught him without any reservation for three months. Grandfather knows this."

Zhong Xueming sighed with a hint of melancholy, "I'm afraid you won't be able to teach him. He's just too slow."

Zhonghuan helplessly said, “Then I’ll wait for you to be free and have you personally guide me.”

“Enough, enough.” Chong Xuan Mingguang waved his hand: “I’ve also come to understand. Grandchildren have their own blessings. Your grandfather… ”

He stopped suddenly in mid-sentence, as if he had thought of something, and let out a long sigh.

Zhong Xuan asked, puzzled, "What is this" Chong Xuan Ming Guang remained silent.

"Just say what you need." Chongxuan replied.

Zhong Xuan Ming Guang stared at him blankly: "My father is gone, and your father will be gone too."

Zhong Xuan listened as if he had been scolded, and for a moment, he didn't utter a word.

“Father is thinking,” Chong Xuan Ming sighed long and short: “When father leaves later, you are alone and helpless in the world, what can you do”

“This is easy to do.” Chongxuan followed, “As long as you cultivate to the Divine Presence realm, your lifespan will reach 518 years. You’ll live a long life indeed.”

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Zhen Xuan Ming Guang gave him a reproachful glance, then after a moment's pause said, "Father isn't incapable of cultivation, it's just that his heart is not in it."

"The other day I saw you cultivating late at night, and I thought you were full of ambition." Zhong Xuan followed.

"That's not your grandfather passing away. I told you to strive hard and make him rest easy, as you can see, it's a pity that heaven has taken away such a talented person, dare not let me succeed. Besides, cultivation is not something you can rush into, it depends on fate. Some people struggle their whole lives and achieve little. There are also sages who have dedicated their lives to studying the scriptures but still haven't reached enlightenment. What's wrong with your father Your father starts studying next year, he might succeed too. You're still young now, you don't understand the meaning behind these words. When you have time later, I will explain it to you."

Zhong Xueming said, saying that he patted his thigh: "Dad is mainly worried."

He stole a glance at Xuan Zun's solemn expression, hinting very obviously: "When you get old later, who will take care of you"

Zheng Xuan calmly replied: “You worry too much. I am a Shen Lin cultivator, and I will live until my death. Besides, my cultivation is not a problem; at the very least, I can live for two hundred ninety-six years.”

“Oh, well then, it’s alright.” Grandpa Ming stood up and walked away.

March, early spring.

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The blood-red rain, carrying a sense of sorrow, falls upon the mortal world.

The earth was shrouded in mist, and there stood a ruined city, silent and lifeless under the blood-red rain.

Within the city, broken walls and ruins stood as testaments to decay. Withered plants carpeted the ground, alongside collapsed houses and scattered corpses, black and blue like shattered autumn leaves, silently withering away.

The once bustling streets are now deserted.

Once a bustling dirt road, it is now silent.

There was only a blood-soaked mud, mixed with scraps of meat, dust and paper, indistinguishable from each other, horrifying to behold.

Not far away, a dilapidated carriage was stuck in the mud, filled with desolation. Only a discarded rabbit toy hung from the reins, swaying in the wind.

The white fur was already soaked crimson, filled with an eerie and sinister feeling.

Murky eyes, as if still harboring some resentment, stared blankly ahead at the mottled stones.

There, lay a figure.

This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, dressed in rags, covered in dirt, with a broken leather pouch tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes, completely still. A bone-chilling cold seeped through his tattered clothes from all directions, spreading throughout his body and gradually stealing away his warmth.

The website is about to shut down. Download the AiYue app for free to read the latest content. Even though rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like a hawk.

Following his gaze, about seven or eight paces away, a gaunt vulture was feeding on the carcass of a wild dog. It occasionally scanned its surroundings with wary eyes.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, at the slightest disturbance of wind or grass, it will instantly take to the air.

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