Chapter Thirty-Six: Life Now Stands Like a Suspended Pen
ng didn't insist on giving gifts any further. However, his opinion of the young man couldn't help but improve a little in his heart.“The Suspended Temple will remember the kindness of its donors.” Th...Established in the 24th year of the Dao calendar, it was founded by Emperor Yan Qiu, a powerful ruler. At its founding, it became the overlord of the Eastern region. During its peak, it spanned southeast China.
The dynasty perished in the year 2813 of the Daoli calendar. The last emperor acted recklessly and perversely, alienating the hearts of the people. Finally, his attempt to force powerful families to hand over their ancestral secret texts proved to be the final straw, causing a widespread rebellion across the land. When he forcibly recalled the coastal army back to the capital for his protection, intending to abandon the human race's maritime defenses in favor of preserving the imperial court, they were refused by the coastal defenders... and thus, he lost everything.
Once a mighty empire that held back Emperor Jingtai's ambitions for world domination, this great nation eventually faded from existence after reigning for 2,789 years.
How many romantic figures there have been, who have all vanished with the wind.
It's nothing but day and night repeating, turning history over like pages in a book.
"When the sun sets in Xishan, it rises over nine countries."
Lastly, the state of Qi, which had been relegated to a corner, rose up unexpectedly and brought an end to the old glory.
At the end of the second millennium, Yan Sheng was a renowned scholar throughout the land. His literary fame was widely recognized.
He had formerly served as Grand Master of State and Prince Regent's Tutor.
He was the Eastern Palace tutor of the last prince.
Unfortunately, that prince did not have a great enterprise to inherit, and the Taifu, his tutor, was also unable to become Grand Tutor.
When the last Emperor was besieged and died, the Sun Palace was shattered, and even the Crown Prince committed suicide in the East Palace, Yan Sheng left the country and ascended Mount Shushan. From then on, he devoted himself to learning, studying diligently until his hair turned white.
This is naturally a strong person.
To seek out Zhuge Yi's conversation and then ask the Rakshasa Moon for clarity, even at the peak of Der Dao, would be enough to be called "powerful."
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Gu Chi savored the words for a moment, then asked, "What reason did he have for standing up for Gao Zheng"
A soft voice replied, "Gao Zheng once went to the Mugu Academy to ask questions. He held ten debates and accepted all comers. There was a Confucian student who had been on the wrong path for many years and was about to die. Gao Zheng's words enlightened him. After returning home, he wrote with great passion, finishing his masterpiece in one go. He left this world without regrets — that Confucian scholar was Yan Sheng's disciple."
Gu Chi chuckled: "That's really confusing!"
Before seeking out the Luo Sha Moonlit Purity, Yan Sheng had to inform Chu Guo's star witch Zhuge Yi first. This alone was enough to demonstrate whose voice held the most weight in Nanyue.
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Whether Yan Sheng was representing Shushan to stand up for Yue Guo or if it was simply his own indignation, he had to come up with a reasonable excuse.
Otherwise, do you really think the six armies of Chu are made of straw
“This scholar really existed, and this article is also real.” A voice wandering along the sides of the street replied: “But whether it is really related to Gao Zheng, it’s unclear. They are all dead now.”
"Scholars like to play this game," Gu Chi chuckled, "What does Mr. Zhuge say"
"A low voice said, "I am shocked, saddened, and heartbroken by Gao Zheng's death. I offer my condolences to the Yue Kingdom, and my scorn for the Sanfenxianglou. Be sure to capture Luocha Mingjing, especially bringing her to Ying City - Chu has been seeking justice for a long time!"
"Then let him be." Gu Chi waved his hand. "This matter need not be paid attention to any further."
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This matter is also difficult to pay attention to...
Who else can follow Yan Sheng and Luo Sha Mingjing's footsteps every day
Even Gu Chi himself couldn't do it.
He probably knew his words were a bit pointless, so he changed the subject: "Have there been any news from Jingguo"
A faint voice replied, "No. Only that Lou Yue recently went to the Central Heavenly Prison. No more specific information could be gleaned."
Gu Chi's mustache was well-groomed. He separated his index finger and thumb, gently stroking the whiskers on either side of his lips: "Let's put aside matters concerning Jing Guo for now. Last time, it already caused a stir, and getting information is difficult now—what has Fatty Yan been up to lately"
On both sides of the long street, houses were empty, but there was something very strange about it.
Hearing the new question from the Lord of Fengdu, the previous voice disappeared, and a new one, sinister and low, arose: "He's probably asking the same thing."
The former prison warden Yan Wen was a tall and chubby fellow. The Zhenyu Division and the underworld had been rivals for many years.
Gu Chi called him Yan Fatty, and he called Gu Chi Gu Bamboo Pole.
To track down Yan Wen's whereabouts would certainly be difficult. This answer is simply saying that Yan Wen hasn't made any major moves recently.
The current Lord of Fengdu is indeed thin, his official robes hanging loosely on his frame. He walked unsteadily for a few steps and ordered, "Keep a close eye on the Yue Kingdom these days. Sometimes, when smart people die, it brings even more trouble."
"Here." The ghost official of Fengdu obeyed and went away.
The sound,
also gradually disappeared.
Ahead, the city gate was wide open. A squad of prisoners wearing shackles was being escorted in.
Actually, the word "suspect" can be removed. Once you enter Fengdu, what suspicion could there be
All are prisoners.
Gu Chi casually pointed with his finger, a smile playing on his lips: "The third one in the left row, come here. This official wants to personally ask you what you've done—are you being wrongly accused"
The man, clad in prison garb and shackled, walked out slowly.
He had a very clean head, and when he looked up, he honestly shook his head: “I’m not guilty.”
"You could say I've experienced quite a lot of punishments."
In the 'VIP Room' of the Central Prison, a lump of rotten flesh was hanging from the rack. It looked like it should have died long ago, yet it was still clinging to life. Even breathing seemed like a Herculean effort, yet it still muttered to itself with all its might.
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Shengxian is busy with other things today.
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To "entertain" his jailers, he was also a torture expert.
Unfortunately, compared to Sangxian Shou, his methods were still too immature, giving him the energy to speak - he seized every opportunity to do so.
Poor Coroner Wang, confirming his existence in this way.
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The person serving their sentence has already received their prison supplies.
He was still going on, “I've experienced different types of prisons. Zheng Guo, Zhongshan Guo, Song Guo... hey, I've been to so many prisons! To be honest, your central Heavenly Prison is the highest standard. By the way, do you know about Prisoner Sea Hell”
“The prison at Diaohailou is located on Huai Island. How does it rank among prisons in your world”
“I had a former colleague, who was a prison guard at Qihai Prison. His last name was ‘Bi’. He died a horrible death— hey, you guys aren't going to kill me, are you”
The jailer was very disciplined and never spoke.
But the coroner Wang seemed to have received a response, and even laughed: "Hee hee, in your central prison, am I the first person to beg for life"
“Oh, when my former colleagues were still around, I often asked them for advice on using the strategies of Qiu Haiyu. At the time, I thought his methods were pretty good, but compared to my father Sang, he was still far behind.”
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The jailer, having tried every possible means at his disposal today, cast one last glance at the mess of flesh. Making sure all restraints were secure, he carried his implements away.
Official Wang could barely perceive the world with his five senses, only faintly aware that the prison gate was locked and the jailhouse was sinking. He was about to be submerged in a water dungeon filled with a special concoction.
"Father --" he cried out with a weak, miserable voice: "What else do you want me to confess I've told you about the mole on my butt -- uh!"
He sank too quickly and was directly submerged in the water.
After a while, the rope slackened, and he was able to raise his head.
Today's potion, it has amplified the "itching" effect, strengthened the recovery of perception, and some effects to nourish the foundation...Hmm, peony root, poria, codonopsis pilosula, seven-grass, trifolium...
The coroner, Wang, analyzed with a serious expression, but his body uncontrollably trembled like sifting through grain. This was an instinctive reaction based on pain after his perception gradually returned.
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Pain is something one cannot get used to; it can only be endured and sometimes, not endured.
Sang Xian Shou was an excellent executioner. His execution sword always walked the edge of unbearable.
But no matter how shaky things were, Wang, the coroner, wouldn't allow himself to truly "fall" any further.
Even if the straw of survival became a rope, he would endure until it strangled him before letting go.
At this moment, a voice rang out. It was so ethereal and indistinct that it seemed like a hallucination—"Do you want to go out"
What a warm and peaceful sound!
Just hearing this sound, the physical pain was relieved.
"Uh... Uh..."
The coroner, Wang, was breathing hard and said nothing — assassins had to protect themselves out there, never talking to strangers.
Then the voice said again, “I can help you leave.”
"Fraudster," Wang, the coroner, scoffed. "My father once said that since the Central Heavenly Prison was built, no one has ever successfully escaped it. What makes you think you can Are you underestimating the great Grand Jing Dynasty"
Facing this temptation, the ethereal voice merely said, "He lied to you. There is someone who has succeeded."
"Who" Wang, the coroner, chuckled with mockery. "Are you trying to say ' Cui Di' Or perhaps 'Coroner Wang' "
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The ethereal voice, devoid of emotion, remained constant: "His name is 'Minhal'."
The legendary grassland hero, the divine messenger Minhal of the Cangtu who once preached in the Central Plains!
He was the most renowned messenger of the gods throughout history. The Minshe Temple in Mukuo, was built for him.
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Has such a person ever been imprisoned in the Central Heavenly Prison and escaped
"What's Minha I've never heard of it, shut up!" Chief Investigator Wang Da stood firm: "Don't think I'll betray my father, he's testing me! He'll release me in a few days and give me important duties again!"
"Do you know why Sān Xiān Shòu hasn't killed you yet" a faint voice asked.
“Of course he wouldn't be willing to part with me, his adopted son.” The coroner, Wang, said: “I still have to support him in his old age!”
A faint voice said, "You don't have to worry, no one can hear me talking to you."
"Has anyone heard, it doesn't affect my feelings for my father!" Wang, the coroner, sounded a bit angry, and paused for a moment: "Then why is that"
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Compared to the rich emotions of Officer Wang, that ethereal voice remained constant, unruffled: "Because your fundamental law hasn't been handed over yet, and your Dao body is very valuable for research. Your willpower is very strong -- it can be used to fully test his ideas and perfect his torture methods."
“What fundamental law, I don't know what you're talking about. I have no secrets from my father. Even my treasured "Chun Palace Thirty-Six Forms" I told him!” Wang, the magistrate, angrily said: “Don’t try to sow discord!”
"Do you suspect Sangxian Shou was eavesdropping"
“How dare you call him by his name directly! You must show respect to my father!”
That ethereal voice paused slightly and said, "Ji Fengzhou is a little turtle, Ji Yusu is an old turtle."
“You dare to be disrespectful to His Majesty!” The coroner Wang, furious, shouted: “How dare you insult my ancestor!”
“You are truly loyal,” a faint voice said. “Then let it be so. I was never here — you’ll forget all about me.”
“Go ahead!” the constable Wang Xin swore vehemently: “I will definitely report you, demon! Wait and see how my father Sang deals with you! You will pay for your insolence!”
He soon understood that the ethereal voice was not lying.
He could distinctly feel it, his memory of this period was fading away—one who excelled at inhabiting different bodies and frequently changed forms, he understood how to handle memories very well and was extremely sensitive to them.
So he immediately said, "Wait!"
"Who are you" he asked. "In business, I always like to know who I'm dealing with."
"Who am I Time has passed for so long, even I'm starting to forget…" A faint voice echoed, "But you can call me…K**igarbha."
"What a majestic name! You must be quite the impressive person yourself!" The coroner's tone became obsequious. "I wonder what I would need to contribute in this transaction"
A faint voice said, "You just need to try your best to escape. And I will help you do that."
"Could there really be such a good thing" The magistrate's suspicion was undisguised: "I don't believe I could have such good luck as to meet a good person."
"Don't try to define me, I am not within any of your definitions." The ethereal voice said: "Do you have to pay a price to determine this What can you offer now"
"I have a sincere heart!" Officer Wang said earnestly, "If Lord doesn't forsake me, I am willing to be your --"
A faint voice interrupted him: “I’ll come find you again next time.”
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Rustling chains dragged across the floor above, echoing within the water prison.
Everything fell silent.
The executioner, Wang, slowly lowered his head and licked a drop of the excruciatingly painful potion. It was used to moisten his parched lips. He smiled.
To the west of the Wei River lies Wuguan Pass, where one can see for ten thousand miles to the distant Yuquan.
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I have heard of the fame of Xianyang, but I have never seen Xianyang.
Jiang Wang looked upon the Qin capital with no interest, and alone he descended down the Wuguan Pass with his sword.
Once again, he flew out of Nan Yu and towards Yu Yuan. Jiang Wang's mood shifted from a heavy burden to another kind of weight.
Finally, he hovered above the Wei River.
Yu Yuan was not a place of calm waters, and he Jiang Wang was not someone who could sail through Yu Yuan with ease.
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Killing the alien races is not a matter of effortless victory, but a truly courageous act that requires one to risk their life.
After Wugu Pass, it is one of the most ferocious places in the world. If he can't bring his best to confront it, it's no surprise if he unfortunately dies in battle.
But... easy to say!
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The Wei River flows majestically, its clear waves reflecting the scenery.
For Jiang Wang, the deepest impression of this great river in the west was from years ago when he fought Qin Zhizhen here.
He laid the groundwork for the great battle at the confluence of the Yellow River with his solitary flying sword. He was also ruthlessly cut down into the riverbed by Qin Zhizhen, who had risen to defend Wei Yu.
Today, Qin Zhizhen, a renowned member of the esteemed Tai Xu Pavilion, stands as the top contender for the title of Divine Presence. Despite their status, there is still a realm's difference between them.
Jiang Wang stopped here, wanting to write a letter to Qingyu.
He found Yunhe too slow. He spread out a piece of paper from the Taixu Fantasy Realm and wrote:
"Greetings from the clouds, Qingyu. How are you doing recently"
And crossed out.
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"Are you busy"
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And crossed out.
“Let me tell you, Guang Xu is so funny, he…”
"The frontier..."
"Zhongshan Weusun is such a boring person..."
“The scenery in the South is really beautiful, let's go together next time…”
All crossed out.
Master Jiang let out a long sigh.
This time it took me a while to get started writing.
“There’s something I want to tell you. I once owed a huge favor to someone, that person…”
And then he stopped writing.
Life has now reached a point where it hangs in the balance, poised between continuation and hesitation.
The tip of the pen unconsciously swiped across the paper twice. Jiang Wang frowned and, in a fit of frustration, crumpled the paper into a ball.
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He let out a long sigh and took out another sheet of paper, writing to Qin Zhichen --
I am at the Wei River. I would return:"Hello, how are you" Let me know what you need translated!Only Fan Qingqing accompanied the headmaster Xu Zhilian, sitting in solemn posture in the Zhending Hall.They all sat very st...