Chapter 124: Resurrection of the Master

The red lotus, the boundary outside the water pavilion, flows with a fine light in the morning and evening. Those inside do not come out, nor can those outside enter.

Five years have gone by in a flash, and the world has changed like a horse's lamp, every day and every night, every decade and every month.

Those years in the teahouse, in the history books, eventually became a line of small words, became a paragraph of commentary.

The past is a memory, looking back

In the first year of Chu Wanning's retreat, his disciple Mo Ran left the mountain, while Xue Meng Shi Mei stayed at the summit of Death and Life to pursue his own discipline.

This year, Mo Ran's writing was a little better than usual, Xue Meng broke through the ninth level of the Silent Blade, and Shi Mei went to Lonely Moonlit at the end of the year to have a sparring session with the Pill Sect and gained a lot.

During this period, Mo Ran visits the Chang family, a salt merchant in Yizhou, on a personal matter to pay a visit to Mr. Chang. But he learns that he has died a few days ago. Mo Ran learns about the collusion between Mr. Chang and the fake Gouchen in the ghost world and wants to find out more.

The trail is broken.

In the second year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the Xianxia community organised the Lingshan Mountain Conference, where Xue Meng won the top prize, followed by Mei Hanxue and Nangong Si. Shi Mei was the first to win the title, Mei Hanxue was the second and Nangong Si the third. Shi Mei was the first to win the title in the Lower Fairy World, while Mo Ran travelled to the north of Jiangnan, eliminating demons and doing good deeds.

In the third year of Chu Wanning's retreat, the year of ghosts is in full swing. When the boundaries of the former Butterfly Town bloodbath are weakened, sprites and ghosts emerge and cry out at night, Xue Meng leads his disciples from the Peak of Death and Life to suppress them. Although the ghosts do not return, Lower Fairy World is still plagued by a year of disaster.

In order to protect themselves, each of the nine sects sent 100 disciples to guard the borders of Upper and Lower Fairy World and build a wall to stop the ghosts and strangers from crossing the border.

The poor people who had no home to return to were kept outside the walls, and the city was fortified against ghosts as well as people. Xue Zhengyong has repeatedly negotiated with Upper Fairy World, but to no avail. The blood of the disciples at the top of Butterfly Town was spilled in vain.

At the end of the year, Mo Ran receives a letter from his uncle, who is in seclusion in the mountains, and learns that the Middle Shu Area is in turmoil and he has reentered the red world.

Chu Wanning is in his fourth year of retreat.

Mo Ran and Xue Meng fought side by side as the two sons of Death and Life led their men through Lower Fairy World to vanquish evil spirits and vanquish villains. In the end, they faced off in Butterfly Town, where Xue Meng killed over a thousand demons and drove out a hundred ghosts, while Mo Weiyu repaired the rift in the sky and sealed the evil spirits with his own strength.

After this battle, the Upper Fairy World was removed from its defences and the people of the Lower Fairy World were allowed to enter.

Xue Meng Mo Ran, the former's fledgling, was unrivalled in prestige, while the latter was known as the 'Master of Mo' because of his resemblance to Chu Wanning in the art of boundary mending.

As the clouds turn white, the years are wasted.

Since the battle on Lingshan Mountain, Xue Meng, despite his fame, is not as complacent as when he was a young man and is easily filled with complacency.

He remembered the words of his master, that even without Shenwu at his disposal, the proud son of the sky was still the proud son of the sky, only with more blood and sweat; he was no longer born with good fortune, but hard work would eventually make up for the bad.

Sometimes when he has finished performing a set of swordsmanship, he falls lightly and gracefully from the end of the bamboo forest, and when he turns his head sideways in the sunlight that penetrates the forest and leaves, he occasionally feels a flash before his eyes, as if he sees the tiny figure sitting on a rock, blowing leaves.

It reminded him of the day when a smaller Chu Wanning watched him practise his sword in the woods, singing and instructing him when to hurry and when to slow down.

Xue Meng tilts her head and remembers the music as if it were in her ears.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a piece of dry bamboo falling down, and the light of his sword flashed under his eyes.

When Dragoncity withdrew and he stood up straight, the dead leaves had been shredded into a thousand strands and fell silently to the side of his boots.

When he looks down, he seems to be a young, sullen teenager with a baby face.

When he raises his eyes again, his eyebrows and feathers are straight, and his gaze is clear but steady, like a turbulent stream finally rushing back into the sea of a lake, becoming calm and expansive.

Five years.

Xue Meng was holding his sword, wiping the frosty blade with a white cloth, and was about to return it to its sheath when he heard a rush of footsteps in the distance and a disciple rushing over, shouting "young master young master".

"What is it?" Xue Meng frowned, "Panic, no sense of decorum. What's the matter"

"Red Lotus Waterfront" the man ran up and down, his face red, panting heavily, " Huai Zui, Master Huai Zui has left, Yu Heng elders wake up, wake up"

"With a clang, Dragoncity, a soldier of a hundred battles, was dropped by its owner.

Xue Meng's handsome white face suddenly turned pale, then immediately reddened, his lips opening and closing, and in the end he didn't even remember to pick up his own blade, and flew towards the top of South Mountain, stumbling and stumbling as he almost tripped over a stone.

"Master Master Master"

Xue Meng, who had just lectured others on the lack of decorum, lost all of her own in the blink of an eye.

Before he could enter the main hall, he saw Xue Zhengyong striding out from inside. When he saw his son heading inside like a desperate man, Xue Zhengyong grabbed him with a big smile on his face.

Xue Meng is in a hurry: "Daddy"

"Fine, fine, I know you want to see Yu Heng." Xue Zhengyong laughed, "but he has just revived and is low on energy, so he fell asleep after talking to me for a few minutes. You are always embarrassed to disturb your master's rest."

Xue Meng was dumbfounded: "That's true, but" but the five years had been too long, and he had so much to say to his master, he wanted to tell him now that he had won first place in the Lingshan Mountain Conference, that he had suppressed a hundred ghosts, that he had

"Be understanding."

The word "understanding" was like the seventh inch of a snake, and when it was pinched, Xue Meng would be convinced. He almost sighed long and hard, and although his steps stopped, he stretched his neck forward as if he could pass his stout father, the hidden door of the room, and see the person lying on the couch.

Xue Meng pursed her lips, a little reluctantly, "I'll just, just go in and see the Master, I won't say a word."

"I can't help but know that you shout when you're happy." Xue Zhengyong glared at him. Xue Zhengyong glared at him, "When you came back from winning the Lingshan Mountain Conference, you were all high and mighty in front of outsiders, but when you came home you were shouting for four or five days, telling everyone how you had kicked Nangong Si off the back of a demon wolf, and now even Aunt Li from Mengpo Court could recite Now even Aunt Li from Mengpo Court can recite the exact words you said. Who would believe you if you said you didn't say anything?"

"Okay, right."

Xue Meng wilting.

"Father has taught me a lesson."

"That's right, when did your father's words miss."

Xue Meng bristled, still unable to resist her curiosity: "Father, how is the Master"

"It's good that Master Huai Zui has even plucked the residual poison left by Pinching Willow."

"Ah, that means that the Master will not become a young master in the future"

"Haha, not anymore."

Xue Meng scratched his head, feeling vaguely sorry that he would never see Xia Sini again.

"So, is everything else okay too? Is there anything wrong?"

"Don't worry, no, if anything, he looked a bit pale when he found out he'd been asleep for five years." Xue Zhengyong smiled as she thought of Chu Wanning's expression, "Luckily he didn't have too much energy yet, otherwise he could have dragged me to ask so many things. Ay, yes."

He suddenly thought of something and said to Xue Meng, " Xue Meng, arrange something for you to do. Your master has been isolated from the world for so long that he has missed a lot of things. If we talk to him alone, we will be tired and he will be tired of listening. Ask your mother for some silver and go down to Wuchang Town to buy some books. Don't you have one of those chronicle booklets with all the details?

When Xue Meng heard this, he thought, "No, Dad, the old fox, thinks he is too noisy and wants to kick him off the mountain to do hard work.

But on second thought, the fact that the hard work was for the Master didn't seem so hard to accept. Anyway, as he was sleeping again, he could not be sure that he would not lose his temper and wake him up when he entered the house.

So sighing, he muttered with great reluctance, "Just buy the book."

"Buy more, something about Upper Fairy World, something about Lower Fairy World, something for Yu Heng, who loves to read."

"Oh, good." Xue Meng was very frustrated and went down the hill alone in silence.

Xue Meng is not a big reader, so when he came to the book stall in Wuchang Town, he looked around and thought he couldn't tell anything from the names, so he knelt down and asked the stall owner, "Old man, do you have any books for me about the changes in Xianxia over the past few years?

The stall owner took a look at the people from the top of death and life, and although he did not recognise this man as Xue Meng, the Phoenix's chick, he was very excited and said enthusiastically, " Your Mightiness If you want books about changes, then of course you have them. I have all the official and unofficial histories, biographies, chronicles, regional histories, genealogies of demon subjugation, and even the manuscripts of ten of the most famous storytellers in the jungle. Your Mightiness..." which one do you prefer?

Xue Meng's brain hurt from hearing this, so he waved his hand and said, "Bring it all over, it's not bad."

For business people, the most pleasant words in the world are never "love you", "love you", "want you", but "buy ", "not bad" and "one of each".

The stall owner immediately smiled, rubbed his hands together, and turned to pick out a book for Xue Meng from the bookcase he had picked. With nothing else to do, Xue Meng flipped through the stall and suddenly found a thin booklet of great interest.

Xianxia Sector Rich House List

First: Jiang Xi. Status: Head of Linling Island Lonely Moonlit

Second: Nan Gongliu. Capacity: Head of Linyi Confucianism School

Third: Ma Yun . Status: Master of the West Lake Taobao Villa

It is written in small print on a whole side.

Xue Meng was immediately enthused and wanted to know where he was, so he looked back and forth at the page four or five times, almost to the point of cross-eyedness, but could not find the word "Xue Meng".

He was greatly dismayed, then a little angry, and, feeling resigned when he thought about it, turned back a page with the intention of continuing his search, only to see that only three or four names followed, along with the phrase

"Due to the limitations of compilation efforts, all rankings are only counted in the top 100, and those beyond the top 100 are omitted from the list."

Xue Meng slams book in anger: "Is this young master so poor?"

The stall-keeper was taken aback by him, but when he looked at the booklet he was reading, he picked it up and said soothingly, " Don't be angry, the ranking pamphlets compiled by the folk are always in a mess, and they are not the same from one place to another. If you buy a book in Linyi, the first gentleman on the list is definitely Nangong. It's just a pastime, so don't be angry."

Hearing him say this, Xue Meng felt that there was some truth to it, and still curious about the rest of the booklet, he grunted, took it from the stallholder again and casually flipped through two more pages.

This time, he saw an even odder ranking.

"The Pride of the Sons of the World List"

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