Chapter 14: Stepping on Waves and Singing, Painting Walls at Night
The thick-browed young man was also satisfied, his eyes filled with contentment, his opponent was strong, and this kind of encounter was a rare experience for him.
"It's someone from the Yan Dynasty, a cultivator from the True Flame Palace."
He took the umbrella that floated down from above and inserted his large black sword into the hilt of the umbrella once more before once again covering most of the umbrella's surface to cover the sky above the clear young man who had stepped out, while looking forward to confirming it as if it were a confirmation, he said as he looked at this Mr. Zhao Si of the legend.
No wonder his umbrella was large, only when the umbrella surface was large could it appear that the umbrella handle was not excessively thick.
The clean-cut young man, the current principal of the Sword Furnace, Mr. Zhao Si, walked past the corpse of the tall and thin cultivator without stopping a step, and walked along the path towards the direction of the Wei River in the distance.
"It should be Yan Dongfu, having seen him strike I knew it was almost him. The Spirit and Fire True Technique just now already looks like something, he should have obtained some of True Fire Palace Cao Yangming's true passages."
Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and said, "Changling is really a piece of fat meat right now, everyone wants a piece of it."
The thick-browed young man, Zhao Zhi, glanced back, the Changling behind him was already only a marginal outline in the wind and rain, even those huge corner towers could no longer be seen clearly, but he was always worried that countless chariots would suddenly rush out of that heavy curtain of rain, and that a few extremely powerful cultivators would suddenly run out to slash him.
"Does this look like fat meat? It doesn't look like fat meat at all." And so seeing only the menace he couldn't help but mutter, he still felt good about that tiny street and tiny iron smithy from before. If he had a choice, he felt that he could live his whole life without having to enter this big city that was flat and straight but filled with countless dangers.
Mr. Zhao Si, however, didn't care about his mutterings, and softly continued: "Chu, Yan, and Qi, which one of them isn't eyeing Changling. But when I was in Changping, I already saw clearly that these people are no different. All want to snatch meat from each other's mouths, and if they don't snatch it evenly, they're going to fight. The weaker ones like us now, if we really went to work with them, we would only be eaten in one bite."
The thick-browed young man suddenly turned his head to look at him strangely, "You seem to be a bit off, you've only met the Merchant Miss only once, how come you're talking as sheepishly and softly as her."
"Is that so?"
Mr. Zhao Si was slightly stunned, and in retrospect, it seemed that his speech was indeed slower than usual, and when he spoke about it, he didn't have his usual fire.
"About learned something from her."
After a slight pause, he said earnestly with some sighs, "You about understand now why Master didn't even let you stay in the Sword Furnace in the past, letting you follow me to travel more and see more."
Zhao Zhi also shook his head seriously, "I'm rather stupid, if you can learn it, I won't necessarily be able to learn it even if I watch it."
"Cultivation is like crossing a river by touching a stone in the dark, the longer you live the farther you go, perception and insight are more important." Mr. Zhao Si's temperament seemed to have really calmed down a bit, and without the slightest hint of fire, he asked back, "What do you say to the Jin Dongfeng that was just here, who managed to cultivate to the fifth realm with great difficulty, why did he die here?"
Zhao Zhi didn't even think about it before saying, "Because of meeting us ah, and we've never been in the habit of leaving our hands behind."
"It's because of a lack of vision and insight."
Mr. Zhao Si gave a mocking smile and said, "He didn't have the insight to follow us and he died. Various dynasties, various sects, except when it really comes to invading the city and destroying the dynasty, otherwise there is usually not much communication at all, we and the Qin Dynasty's cultivators are much stronger than the cultivators of the three dynasties of Yan, Chu, and Qi in this regard, after all, after so many years of fighting, even the country was destroyed three times, what kind of tactics have been seen a little bit."
Zhao Zhi nodded thoughtfully.
"You probably can't figure out why Master Teacher only passed on one move to you." Mr. Zhao Si glanced at him and continued.
Zhao Zhi shook his head.
Mr. Zhao Si raised his head to look ahead, took a deep breath, and said, "Master Teacher is a patriarch who truly knows how to teach according to the talent, he knows that you're stupid, and by letting you cultivate only this one move, there will be fewer hurdles to think about within the cultivation. Let you follow me, because you only know that one move, the means of coping is always too monotonous, you see more people, see more different means, you memorize it in your heart, in the future when you encounter similar, it is also good to deal with some."
Hearing that he was said to be stupid, Zhao Zhi did not get angry, but his eyes were filled with strong feelings and thoughts.
In front of him, a large river with turbid waves, waves lapping at the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.
It had reached the Wei River.
"Let's go!"
Zhao Zhai jumped onto a bamboo raft tied to the long grass on the bank first, and although he shouted this to Mr. Zhao Si who was looking back at the Changling at this moment, he didn't paddle the raft right away, but instead took out two wine jugs, and drank the spirits from one of them in one sip before pouring the other one into the gushing river water.
"Senior Brother Zhao Zhan, I toast you!"
Only at this point did hot tears leave his eyes.
Bang Bang Bang ......
The bamboo raft went downstream amidst the waves.
Zhao Zhai did not hold an umbrella anymore, and while holding up the bamboo pole with one hand, he banged on it with the other, letting out a song.
The song is rough, is a small place of slang, do not hear the meaning, but knocking beat, is heavy and firm, as iron.
......
As the night deepened, the door to the green-colored wine banner of Wutong Drop was pushed open, revealing a wisp of dim firelight.
Ding Ning put away his umbrella and casually brought the door with him, then plugged it back in with a wooden pin.
Changsun Shaxue was sitting behind a table, looking at him without much expression, an oil lamp lit on the table, shining on a bowl of already cold fried noodles with shredded eel, and next to it was a saucer with two poached eggs spread on it.
Ding Ning's face had a trace of an abnormal blush on it, and after closing the door, his breathing was also a few points heavier, but looking at Changsun Shaxue, who was lighting the lamp and waiting for him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved upwards slightly, revealing a smile.
He didn't say much, he just sat down opposite Changsun Shaxue, pulled over the pot of fried noodles that had already gotten cold, snapped the two poached eggs on top of it, and then began to eat without a sound and muffled his head.
"Is it really that good?"
Seeing Ding Ning's somewhat slightly rumbling stomach as he sat down, Changsun Shaxue's gaze cooled a bit more, "Obviously you've already eaten, but you still have to eat so much, all cultivators pay close attention to what goes into their mouths, they hate to drink water but not flower dew, and they hate to eat only grasses, trees and fruits that contain heaven and earth's spiritual qi, and you've been so raw and cold after your injuries, and you've been bingeing and overeating, is it really not a problem? "
"It's a waste of effort, above the eighth realm it will naturally cleanse the body..."
Ding Ning chewed on half a lotus egg, vaguely, somewhat smugly, "And who in the world can eat the lotus eggs and noodles you made."
Changsun Shaxue gave him a cold look, "I bought the noodles and the poached egg from another store."
"...... "Ding Ning instantly became bitter, unable to speak.
Changsun Shaxue's complexion was serious as she looked at him, "When you reach the eighth realm, you will naturally cleanse your body, and cultivating and toning your body and paying attention to your diet in front of you is really a waste of effort...is that what that person said as well?"
Ding Ning gamely swept up the remaining noodles in one gulp, nodding his head with puffed cheeks, "In the eighth realm of Qitian, in order to not use condensed storage and directly call upon a large amount of heaven and earth's yuan qi, then the cultivator himself is a key to open up heaven and earth, and must himself be pure and unrivaled in order to be able to do so."
Changsun Shaxue was somewhat shocked and furrowed her brows, "But aren't all the canonical books recording that the only way to have a clean diet is to have a clean body and reach the eighth realm of Qi Tian and the ninth realm of Everlasting Life?"
Ding Ning glanced at her and shook his head seriously, "Very few people are able to reach the eighth realm, so most of the canonical books are just speculations, and those existences that really are able to reach it will at most teach some of the physical realizations verbally to their own disciples, so how would they spend their efforts to make people believe that what is said in those canonical books is wrong."
"Or for that matter, for all the sects, they couldn't wait for the cultivators of other sects to take more detours and make more mistakes." Ding Ning rubbed his stomach and added another sentence.
Changsun Shaxue pondered the meaning of these words and remained silent for a moment.
Ding Ning stood up and, as he always did before preparing for cultivation, walked into the backyard, first rinsing himself off with hot water and changing into clean clothes.
Tonight, however, he did not return directly to his sleeping room, but instead lit an oil lamp and walked into a nearby brewery room.
The faint firelight illuminated a wall against the window.
There were many flower-like patterns on this wall, and it looked as if someone was idly bored and had nothing better to do than to take a brush and draw a flower on it. It seemed to have been drawn for many years, and many flowers crawled all over the wall.
However, Ding Ning knew that this was not an ordinary painted wall.
He used a piece of charcoal to paint over one of the flowers, and then carefully, drew two more flowers.
Because there were so many people and things to remember, he was afraid that he would miss one of them, hence this wall.
However, looking at this wall in silence, especially looking at the two newly painted flowers, he knew that he could not do anything now, only to wait.
(The code is quite hard, begging for collection, begging for recommendation)
