The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 124
Flowers bloomed and withered. Regardless of whether it was dawn or dusk, the barrier outside the Red Lotus Pavilion glowed with light. The people inside couldn’t come out, and the people outside couldn’t come in.
Five years passed in the blink of an eye. The human world was like a revolving lantern, changing every day, every night, every month.
In the teahouse, in the history books … those years eventually became lines of small words and paragraphs of storytelling.
Looking back on the past, looking back …
In the first year of Chu Wanning’s closed-door cultivation, his disciple Mo Ran went down the mountain. Xue Meng and Shi Mei stayed at the Life and Death Summit to cultivate on their own.
In this year, Mo Ran’s handwriting looked better than before. Xue Meng broke through the ninth level of Nirvana Blade. Shi Mei went to the Lonemoon’s Night Medicine Sect at the end of the year and learned a lot.
During this time, Mo Ran went to Yizhou’s salt merchant Chang Family to visit Young Master Chang. However, he found out that Young Master Chang had died a few days ago. Mo Ran found out that Young Master Chang was colluding with the fake Gouchen. He wanted to find out more, but the fake Gouchen had already killed him and burned his corpse to ashes.
The trail was cut short.
In the second year of Chu Wanning’s closed-door cultivation, the cultivation world held a Soul Mountain Conference. Xue Meng won first place, followed by Mei Hanxue, and Nangong Si. Shi Mei practiced medicine in the lower cultivation world, while Mo Ran went to the north of Jiangnan, eliminating evil and doing good deeds. After that, he returned to the mountains to cultivate.
In the third year of Chu Wanning’s closed-door cultivation, it was the Year of the Dead and the Yin Qi was abundant. During the bloody battle in Colored Butterfly Town, the barrier weakened and demons appeared. Wild ghosts cried at night. Xue Meng led the Life and Death Summit disciples to suppress them. Although the evil ghosts did not cover the sky, the lower cultivation world was still in a difficult situation.
In order to protect themselves, the nine major sects each sent out a hundred disciples to guard the border between the Upper and Lower Cultivators. They built a wall to prevent ghosts and monsters from crossing to the east.
Those poor and homeless people were all kept outside the city walls. The city was guarded against ghosts and people for thousands of miles. Therefore, the sea inside the wall was clear, while the land outside the wall was littered with corpses. Xue Zhengyong tried to negotiate with the upper cultivation world many times, but to no avail. Back then, at the Rainbow Butterfly Town’s Life and Death Summit, the disciples’ blood that had been spilled had all gone down the drain.
At the end of the year, Mo Ran, who was cultivating in seclusion in the mountains, received a letter from his uncle. He learned that there was chaos in Shu and he returned to the secular world.
Chu Wanning was in seclusion for the fourth year.
Mo Ran and Xue Meng fought side by side. At the pinnacle of life and death, the two Young Masters led everyone in the Lower Cultivation World and swept away the evil bandits. In the end, at the old Colorful Butterfly Town, Xue Ziming had killed more than a thousand demons and evils, driving away all kinds of ghosts. Mo Weiyu mended the crack in the sky, sealing the Evil Specters with her own power.
After this battle, the upper cultivation world removed the city defense and allowed the people in the lower cultivation world to enter.
Xue Meng and Mo Ran, on the other hand, were extremely famous. The former’s prestige as a phoenix’s fledgling was unparalleled, while the latter’s world spiritist techniques were extremely similar to Chu Wanning’s when he mended the Heavens and Earth Fissure.
In the blink of an eye, time passed.
After the battle at Spirited Mountain, although Xue Meng had gained a good reputation, he was no longer as complacent and complacent as he was when he was young. As long as he had nothing to do, he would diligently meditate in the bamboo forest. He would practice throughout the winter and summer. Even if he occasionally fell ill, he would not stop.
He remembered his master’s words. Even if he did not have the Divine Martial Skill, he was still a Divine Martial Skill. It was just that he had to put in more blood and sweat. He was no longer born good, but diligence could make up for his lack of talent.
Sometimes, after he had finished performing a set of bladesmanship, he would gracefully descend from the bamboo forest. Under the sunlight, he would turn his head sideways. Occasionally, he would feel his vision blur, as if he saw a small figure sitting on a rock, playing with a leaf.
He could not help but remember that day when a smaller Chu Wanning watched him practice the knife in the forest. The music was melodious, and he advised him when to rush and when to slow down.
Xue Meng tilted his head and recalled carefully. It was as if the music was right next to his ears.
So he closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them again, he saw a withered bamboo falling. Suddenly, the knife flashed in his eyes. The sound of a dragon’s roar rang. The shadow of the knife stretched and relaxed. When it started, it was as fast as lightning. When it stopped, it was as slow as falling snow.
When Longcheng retreated, he stood up straight. The withered leaf had been cut into thousands of pieces and silently fell to the ground beside his boots.
When he lowered his head, he still seemed to be a young man with a tender face who could not keep his cool.
When he looked up again, his eyebrows were tall and straight. His gaze was clear but steady. It was as if a rapid stream had finally returned to the lake and became calm and vast.
It had been five years.
Xue Meng held the knife and used a white cloth to wipe the frost blade. Just as he was about to put the knife back into its scabbard, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps in the distance. A disciple rushed over and kept shouting, “Young Master! Young Master! ”
“What’s wrong?” Xue Meng frowned. “Why are you in such a hurry? You don’t have any manners. What happened? ”
“Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion …” That person ran until he was out of breath. His face was bright red as he gasped for breath. “Huaizui, Grandmaster Huaizui is gone! Elder Yu, Elder Yu Heng is awake!! ”
With a clang, the battle-hardened weapon Longcheng fell to the ground due to its master’s carelessness.
Xue Meng’s handsome and fair face instantly paled. Then, it immediately flushed red. His lips opened and closed. In the end, he did not even remember to pick up his own weapon. He ran as if he was flying towards the Southern Peak, the Peak of Life and Death. Midway, he almost tripped over a rock and staggered.
“Shizun!! Shizun!!! ”
Xue Ziming, who had just lectured others without any manners, lost all of his manners in the blink of an eye.
He ran to the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion. Before he even entered the main hall, he saw Xue Zhengyong striding out. Seeing his son run in like a daredevil, Xue Zhengyong smiled and hugged him.
Xue Meng was worried to death. “Father!”
“Good, good, good. I know you want to see Yu Heng.” Xue Zhengyong smiled. “But he just woke up and is not energetic. After saying a few words to me, he fell asleep. You don’t want to disturb your Shizun’s rest. ”
Xue Meng was stunned. “You’re right, but …” But five years was really too hard to bear. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to his Shizun. He wanted to rush over and tell his Shizun that he had taken first place in the Spiritual Mountain Conference. He wanted to tell his Shizun that he had suppressed a hundred ghosts. He …
“Be sensible.”
“…” The word sensible was like a snake’s weak spot. Once it was pinched, Xue Meng became obedient. He let out a long sigh. Although his footsteps stopped, he stretched his neck forward. It was as if he could pass by his tall and sturdy father and see the person lying on the bed through the half-closed door.
Xue Meng pursed his lips. He was a bit unwilling. “I’ll, I’ll just go in and take a look at Shizun. I won’t say anything.”
“Do you think I don’t know you? You’ll shout whenever you’re happy. ” Xue Zhengyong glared at him. “After winning the Spiritual Mountain Conference, you put on a cold front in front of outsiders. When you got home, you made a fuss for four or five days. You told everyone how you kicked Nangong Si off the back of a demon wolf. Now, even Auntie Li from the Meng Po Lobby can recite your exact words. Who would believe you if you said you wouldn’t say anything? ”
“… Alright.”
Xue Meng was listless.
“Father’s right.”
“That’s right. When has your father ever been wrong?”
Xue Meng pursed his lips. He couldn’t help but be curious. “Father, how is Shizun?”
“He’s pretty good. Master Huaizui even removed the poison left by the Heart-Picking Willow.”
“Ah, that means Shizun won’t be the Little Junior Brother anymore?”
“Haha, he won’t.”
Xue Meng scratched his head. When he thought about how he wouldn’t be able to see Xia Si again, he faintly felt that it was a pity.
“Then, then, is everything else okay? Is there anything wrong with him? ”
“Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong. If there’s anything wrong, it’s just that after he found out that he had slept for five years, his expression became a little ugly.” Xue Zhengyong recalled Chu Wanning’s expression and smiled. “Fortunately, he doesn’t have much strength. Otherwise, he would have pulled me to ask me a lot of questions. Ah, that’s right — — ”
He suddenly thought of something and said to Xue Meng, “Meng ‘er, I have something for you to do. Your Shizun has been isolated from the world for so long and missed many things. If it’s just us talking to him, we’ll be tired, and he’ll have a hard time listening. How about this, ask your mother for some money. Go to Wuchang Town at the foot of the mountain and buy some books. Don’t you have those booklets that chronicle events? The kind that covers everything, big and small. Buy them for him to see. ”
When Xue Meng heard this, he felt that something was wrong. Father, that old fox, found him noisy and wanted to kick him down the mountain to do manual labor.
But on second thought, this manual labor was for Shizun, so it seemed … it wasn’t that hard to accept. In any case, Shizun had fallen asleep again. He really couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t lose control of his emotions after entering the room and rush over to wake him up.
Thus, he sighed and muttered with great reluctance, “Fine, I’ll buy books.”
“Buy more books. Books on the upper and lower cultivation worlds. Buy some books. Yuheng loves to read.”
“Oh, okay.” Xue Meng was very dejected. He silently went down the mountain by himself.
Xue Meng didn’t like to read, so he arrived in front of a book stall in Wuchang Town. After looking around, he felt that he couldn’t see anything special from the names of the books. He crouched down and asked the stall owner, “Uncle, do you have books that talk about the changes in the cultivation world in recent years? Give me a few. ”
At first glance, the stall owner saw that this was someone from the Peak of Life and Death. Although he didn’t recognize this person as the phoenix chick Xue Ziming, he was very excited. He enthusiastically said, “If Immortal Sage wants to talk about the changes in the world, of course we have books. I have both official and unofficial histories here. Biographies of people, chronicles, regional chronicles, demon-subduing charts, and even the manuscripts of the ten most famous storytellers in Jianghu. What kind of books does Immortal Sage like? ”
Xue Meng’s head hurt when he heard this. He waved his hand and said, “Give me all of them. I don’t lack money.”
For businessmen, the most pleasing words in the world were definitely not “I love you”, “I love you”, “I want you”, but “I don’t lack money”, or “I want you”.
The stall owner immediately beamed with joy. He rubbed his hands in response to Xue Meng. He then turned around and picked a book for him. Xue Meng had nothing to do, so he casually flipped through the stall. Suddenly, he found a thin booklet that was very interesting. On the page he opened was written:
Ranking of the Rich in the Cultivation World
Number One: Jiang Xi. Identity: Lin Ling Yu Lonemoon Night Sect Leader
Number Two: Nangong Liu. Identity: Linyi Confucian Wind Sect Leader
Number Three: Ma Yun. Identity: West Lake Taobao Mountain Villa Master
… …
Such things were written all over the page in tiny characters.
Xue Meng immediately became excited. He really wanted to know where he was, so he looked back and forth on the page four or five times. He was almost cross-eyed from looking, but he still couldn’t find the two words “Xue Meng”.
He immediately became very depressed. Then he became a bit angry. He thought about it and felt unreconciled. He flipped to the next page, intending to continue looking. However, he saw that there were only three or four names and a sentence at the back.
“Due to the limited time in compiling the list, only the top 100 names are included in the list. Names below the top 100 are omitted.”
Xue Meng angrily threw the book. “Am I that poor?”
The stall owner was startled. When he saw the booklet he was looking at, he hurriedly picked it up and comforted him. “Immortal Monarch, don’t be angry. This is a ranking booklet compiled by the people. It’s always a mess. Moreover, the rankings circulating in different regions are not the same. If you buy books in Linyi, the first place on the Gentleman’s List will definitely be Sect Leader Nangong. This is purely a pastime. Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. ”
After hearing what he said, Xue Meng felt that it was somewhat reasonable. Moreover, he was still very curious about the other contents of the booklet. Thus, he snorted, took the booklet from the stall owner, and casually flipped through two more pages.
This time, he saw an even stranger ranking.
“Ranking of the Arrogant Young Masters of the Aristocratic Families.”
