Chapter Thirteen: One Drunken Month, Light Weight King and M
He comes when the waves come, and he goes when the waves go.He is a drop of water in the vast ocean, an insignificant existence amidst the waves. Although he still faces opposition, it's not like at t...Random Recommendations:
Shengguan is the direct disciple of Fu Zhao Fan, the master of Nan Dou Dian (Southern Dipper Hall), a top-tier genius within the sect. He is one of the best cultivators in the Divine Manifestation realm and destined to inherit the sect's leadership. What kind of danger could he possibly face
In other words, if he were in danger, he could seek help from his master, any of the Six True Ones of Nandou, or even Changsheng Jun. Why would he look for friends in the illusory realm of Taixu, or a Zhao Tiezhu who was thousands of miles away
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Unless he has exhausted all his options and calculated every possibility.
Unless... something happens to Nandou Hall.
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Looking out over the world, surveying the lands of the Southern Dipper constellation, who could reduce Shangguan to such a pitiful plea for help The letter only managed to write two words... besides the mighty Chu state, who else could it be
Zhao Tiezhu, no, Zhongshan Weison is a smart person.
When Zhao Tiezhu first saw the letter, he was deeply concerned for his friend.
Though Zhongshan Weishun had to think everything through with a second glance.
What the Nandou Hall did, whether it should be held accountable, and why it was targeted... all of that doesn't matter. The only important thing is that this has to do with the Chu state.
So, can Zhongshan Weishun become the master of Yingyang Mansion
Can Yingyang Mansion represent the State of Jing
What reason would the State of Jing have to save someone in the hands of the State of Chu
These three questions, one more serious than the next. Each one demands deeper thought.
Meanwhile, Zhongshan Weishun got stuck on the very first question.
Huang Sheli is the apple of Huang Fu's eye, receiving all his love and affection. She is willful and unrestrained, doing whatever she pleases. Even if she were to sell Huanglong Mansion and have all the Huanglong Guards go farm, her obedient father would only clap and cheer her on.
He is different from the common people.
He was the "other people's child" from a young age, the person his grandfather hoped he would become. He was the way a successor of the Zhongshan family should be.
He should be excellent, sensible, well-rounded, and likable.
He cultivated a mastery of martial arts, studied the works of numerous schools of thought, and learned the art of diplomacy. He was proficient in both literature and warfare.
>Elders admire him, peers look up to him, subordinates revere him... When he was a child, everyone said that the children of the Zhongshan family were well-behaved. When he grew up, everyone said that the Zhongshan family had successors.
In all the major decisions of his life, he has never gone against Zhongshan Yanwen's wishes!
So he naturally needed to know—Zhongshan Yanwen would absolutely, definitely, absolutely not agree to him interfering in Chu affairs, to save a "travel companion" from a realm of sheer fantasy.
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He sat in silence in the vast expanse of nothingness.
Sometimes cranes would also fly by, and people kept enthusiastically reminding him, repeatedly reminding him, of the kind of wall he had run into in the illusory realm of Tai Xu.
He was just sitting.
The paper cranes fluttering gracefully, like blurred characters, writing a hazy poem.
They are sometimes like the *Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch*, sometimes like the *Comprehensive Treatise on Five Punishments*, and sometimes like the names Shangguan or Jia Fu貴.
In the end, it all comes down to "save me".
After an unknown amount of time, the paper cranes dancing before his eyes had accumulated into a multitude once more. They settled beyond the void, waiting for him to peruse them. He did not glance at them again. He rose and left the ethereal realm.
Sometimes Zhao Tiezhu would wonder, where is the line between fantasy and reality
Where is it that humans do not live life masked
The mattress was very thin, the army cot was hard, and even the splinters from the wood board were still there.
Once they reached the level of Zhong Shan Weishun, did they still need to "strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies" Zhong Shan Weishun certainly questioned this too, but Zhong Shan Yanwen lived in the same way.
Zhan Wen of Zhongshan was famous for his generous treatment of his soldiers. Every general under his command lived a life of luxury, indulging in extravagance outside the barracks.
He was especially harsh on himself and demanded the same from his own grandson.
Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, all resemble "asceticism."
Compared to that "Yellow Faced Buddha," he was more like the one who practiced Zen. He was a figure like an ascetic monk among the high officials of Jing Guo.
Zhan's extravagant enjoyment outside of his post was usually carried out under the pretense of socializing. Only when it came to "entertaining friends and expanding one's network of talent" was he not subject to restrictions.
Therefore, Zhongshan Weishun had many friends. He was the one with the best interpersonal relationships among the prominent families in Jing Country this generation.
But Zhao Tiezhu's friend, there were only two.
One who had been silent for a long time, one who had just written him a letter.
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Slowly, he sat up on his military cot. Zhong Shan Wei Sun's expression was calm. Just like always, he straightened his attire and slowly put on his armor. He summoned a water mirror and carefully inspected his appearance, making sure there were no improprieties before putting the mirror away and lifting the curtain to step outside his tent.
The sky had darkened, but there were still occasional bright spots, sparse stars.
The earth had grown dark, yet upon it blazed a fiery pyre, the dangerous eyes of the war beast.
A military camp stretching for dozens of miles, everywhere you could see the cold gleam of swords and guns and the flickering light of flames, like a stern city of iron and fire.
Zhongshan Weixin walked through such a military camp, he walked in the shadow of General Yingyang Wei.
He still smiled and greeted every passerby with concern, until he reached the outskirts of the general's tent.
“Please inform the General, that Wei Sun from Zhongshan has important matters to discuss.” He reported to the guard in a proper and orderly manner.
The guard returned the salute in an orderly manner, entered the tent and reported respectfully, then came out and invited Zhongshan Weishun to enter.
First the pawns, then the grandsons, without a ruler, there is no army.
When Zhongshan Weisen was five years old, he was taught this lesson by a rattan stick.
The sand table displayed a vast expanse of shifting sands, with magical energies swirling throughout, accurately replicating the distribution of demonic forces within the endless desert. Given the ever-changing nature of the endless desert and the chaotic intellect of most demons who often roamed randomly and without purpose, even the demon race itself struggled to determine their troop deployments. Therefore, this massive sand table required constant surveying and updates every so often.
After the Yingyang Wei exchanged defenses with the frontline, a significant portion of the massive military expenditure was reflected in this meticulously detailed map of mountains and rivers.
Zhongshan Yanwen sat cross-legged in front of the mountain and river chessboard.
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His eyes were so focused, as if observing some rare and precious treasure.
Usually, Zhongshan Weishun would meekly wait aside and only speak when Zhongshan Yanwen asked a question. But today, he couldn't wait. He walked closer and said, "General."
Zhonghan Yanwen ignored it.
Zhongshan Weishun said again, "General. Your subordinate is here to report for duty."
Zhongshan Yanwen stood silently for a while, gazing at the mountain panorama before her. Then she spoke: “I have gazed upon the scenery from the peak for a long time now. This step upward must be taken with unwavering stability. No matter how much preparation I make, it still feels insufficient. Huang Fu, Lou Yue, Hu Yanjingxuan - they are all brave and skilled individuals, confident in themselves. Yet each one of them waits and refines their skills.”
“Isn't the same true for leading an army To achieve a victory unprecedented in history, one must prepare beyond anything seen before. Train soldiers for ten thousand days, organize troops for a thousand years, innovate for hundreds of generations, and use them all at once!”
He asked softly, "How did you achieve victory"
Weishan Sun replied, "Preparing for war is a lifelong endeavor, every word and action matters."
This is the standard answer found in military treatises, from "The Art of War by Zhuge Liang," written by Zhuge Liang.
Jing Guo was a flourishing era for military prowess, and The Art of War holds significant innovative meaning. It is a renowned work among contemporary military treatises.
This military treatise fully embodies Sun Tzu's military philosophy. He believed that war was a refined art. It required strict adherence to detail, meticulous planning, and pursuit of perfection. The process of war could be broken down into countless steps, each with its own significance, though none were irreplaceable. Much like the renowned Eagle-Yang Crossbow, every component was meticulously crafted and easily replaceable. Once this war machine was unleashed, it operated seamlessly, surging forward like a raging tide, and only victory could bring it to a halt.
“So I take this step, either to achieve enough merit or to wait until I have enough accumulation.” Zhongshan Yanwen was still looking at the mountains and rivers: “Zhongshan Weison, I dare not be negligent, what about you”
Zhanghou Weizun said, "The last general has never been slack. In winter, he trains in the midst of three nines; in summer, he trains through three fu. With diligence and hardship, how can it be less than spring and autumn!"
Zhan Wen of Zhongshan still hadn't looked up at him: "Speak, why did you come to me in the dead of night"
“I have a friend in the Southern Region…” Zhongshan Wei Sun paused for a moment, streamlining his wording, and continued, “A friend I met in the Illusory Realm of Vastness. He is a direct disciple of Fan Zhuofang, the Fate-Deciding Real Person of the Nandou Palace, named Long Boji. He encountered danger he couldn't resolve and wrote me a letter begging for help.”
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Zhongshan Yanwen said calmly, "If he truly considered you a friend and had your best interests at heart, he wouldn't have written this letter to you. In these times, when powerful nations choose not to wage war, everything is done to appease Shenxiao. With Mu Guo undergoing major upheaval in the east and Li Guo emerging in the west, especially during a time when our country needs to carefully handle foreign affairs, your identity is incredibly sensitive. Don't you realize this"
"General," said Zhongshan Weisu, "when a person is helpless and facing death, they seek help from the people they trust most. I believe it's unfair to blame him for not thinking things through."
Zhongshan Yanwen said, “Are you saying I am cold”
“I dare not disobey,” Zhongshan Weisun bowed his head and said, “But my friend asked for my help, and I don’t want to make too many irrelevant excuses. All I know is that I want to save him.”
How are you compared to Longboji
"Strength has its limits."
Can you solve the danger that he himself cannot
Zhongshan Weishun said, "No."
The old man sitting before the massive landscape painting shook his head, his voice laced with disdain: "So you're incapable of saving him at all. You came to beg me."
Zhongshan Weishun knelt down, his hands supporting his knees, his head bowed low: "I... am here to beg you!"
"The state cannot get involved; this matter doesn't even need to be brought before the court, it's too ridiculous. What is a Dragonmaster from afar, who has descended into our realm Is he worthy of an imperial letter" Zhongshan Yanwen coldly stated: "Then only the Eagle Soaring Manor can step in—"
Zhanghuai Wei, son of the Weishu general, walked forward with his knees bent and said: “General…”
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Zhongshan Yanwen had no expression: "Since you know I am the general of Yingyang Mansion, then please tell me now. What does it cost Yingyang Mansion to rescue a Long Boji, and what can they gain Is this a wise decision, is this choice worth it"
Zhongshan Weisun Zhang opened his mouth to speak, but Zhongshan Yanwen turned her head back to look at him: "Using the status of Shao Fu Dou Wei of Ying Yang Mansion, answer my question seriously."
The post of Shao Fu Du Wei was above Shao Fu Qi Du and Shang Fu Can Jiang, and Shang Fu Zhong Lang Jiang. Although Sun Zhongshan's military position wasn't high, his responsibilities as Shao Fu Du Wei of the Ying Yang Mansion were quite clear.
After a moment of silence, Zhongshan Weishun finally spoke. "Grandfather!"
Zhan Wen looked back at the landscape map, "This is the frontline of Jing Guo, and this is the Eagle Guard's camp. Shao Fu Du Wei, you have disappointed this general."
“Long Boji is my friend,” Zhongshan Weisun said.
He could only say this one sentence.
However, even he felt that the phrase was too pale.
Compared to the interests of the entire Eagle Soaring Manor, a distant friend of a single manor captain is insignificant!
Zhongshan Yanwen's voice grew colder: "As fellow Heaven's Favourites of the previous generation, Jiang Wang and Huang Sheli are currently battling to the death in the Border Wasteland. What are you doing"
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Zhongshan Weisu was silent.
Zhongshan Yanwen continued, "Given their displayed strength and fighting spirit, they are very likely to provoke the Heavenly Demons. I sat before the Mountain River Disk, not daring to blink, fearing that I would miss an opportunity—the opportunity to bring down a Heavenly Demon. And you, Shao Fu Dowu, what are you concerned about"
Zhongshan Weishun remained silent.
With the night of this vast military camp, silence fell together.
After breaking into the forbidden zone of life, it is a hurdle that comes every hundred miles. The demonic energy becomes increasingly dense, and the danger level increases exponentially.
Humans need to wield increasingly greater power to fight against the desolate world and the ever-present "drought," a resource that is scarce and nearly impossible to replenish in this wasteland. Meanwhile, the demon race they face grows ever stronger.
When Jiang Wang stood before the Limitless God's Inscription, six thousand miles away, he already encountered a True Demon. Prepared beforehand, he immediately realized the truth, beheaded the True Demon, and returned triumphant.
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This time, he traveled with Huang Sheli. He easily surpassed his previous limits and ventured deep into the remote wilderness for seven thousand miles. But he didn't encounter another genuine demon.
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All along the way were Yinmojiang demons, Yinmojiang demons... No matter how many of these creatures gathered, they couldn't hinder the figures of the two members of Pavilion Ginger Yellow.
They were incapable of assembling into large armies, nor did they have the opportunity to do so.
But, similarly, no matter how many of these monsters they killed, it held little meaning for Jiang Wang and Huang Sheli.
In the demon world view, Yin Demons are merely a resource. Demons are considered slaves, and only True Demons are regarded as true members of the Demon Race. It is only at the level of True Demon that complete intelligence is attained.
Only losses at the true Demon Lord level can truly cause the Demon Race pain.
But now we're at the seven thousand mile mark, right on the edge of death... where is this Demon King in this supposed to be extremely dangerous place
Jiang Wang looked at Huang Sheli, who was leisurely strolling through the demon horde with the Leiyin Pagoda on his head. He suddenly understood. The people he brought this time... were too strong!
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It's all the yellow rice's fault.
Make her not come, she insists on coming. People are truly magical and not stupid, how could they rush towards the peak divine powers to seek death
"What's going on" Huang Sheli, surrounded by a halo of Buddha light, spoke to Jiang Wang first, righteous and indignant: "You two were fighting too fiercely with Cang Ming! You scared all the real demons into hiding. Made me run all this way for nothing!"
Jiang Wang thought for a moment, wisely refraining from arguing, and only asked, "Shall we continue forward Given the current situation, I'm afraid we can easily break through Zhongshan General's border record."
"Wow," Huang Sheli exclaimed dramatically, "That's amazing!"
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The two of them smiled at each other, neither saying a word, and then simultaneously swooped off.
As for these manipulative records, they do not care either.
For prodigies like them—creating one achievement record after another is a foregone conclusion. It's just a matter of course on their cultivation journey.
If they were indeed in this special circumstance, seizing so-called "borderland records" due to the demon race's strategic contraction, it would not be glory for them.
On such esteemed honors that people cherish, resorting to underhanded tricks is the diaper of the weak and the shame of the strong.
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"Today, I'll clear the Seven Thousand Mile Line!" Huang Sheli stretched his body with abandon, his Buddhist chants echoing through the wilds. He soared through the air, and wherever he passed, hordes of demons fell like rain: "Who can kill more"
Jiang Wang drew his sword and smiled: "For all the souls stained with the blood of the line between life and death— this performance is for you!"
The tide of swords surged eastward, rolling and unstoppable.
“Golden white jade buys songs and laughs, drunk for a month, lightly the king and marquis” - Li Bai.
Suddenly I remembered that there are still 5,000 words of the year-end extra that haven't been written, going crazy.
(The end)
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