Nightfall Chapter 216: Borrowing Sword (Part 2)
Piaotian Literature Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 216: Borrowing Sword (Part 2)
In the gate of the Demon Sect of the Wasteland, Liansheng not only stained her flesh and blood, but also stained her state of mind, making her originally clear and incomparable Dao heart dusted by something in the past, and because she knew her fate Because of the original instability, once he was forced to fall, he never saw the possibility of recovery. ""Fiction Netizens Hand Hit
If you are an ordinary practitioner, you will definitely give up in despair when faced with such setbacks.
But she is not an ordinary practitioner, she is a idiot who regards the Tao as idiotic.
She is very clear that all setbacks are the test of Haotian. As long as her Taoism is strong enough, she can turn all of this into the most beautiful scenery by the long road.
On the wasteland, she had seen the block formation under the light **** seat thousands of years ago, and she had seen Mr. Ke's Haoran sword that cut through the world. These scenery were silently waiting for her to watch and then absorb.
But no one else in Xiling Temple knows.
The ruling priest doesn't know.
The guard leader Luo Kedi, who wanted to force her to marry, didn't know.
The result of not knowing is that the Xiling Temple now not only gives her indifference, ridicule, contempt and humiliation, but even takes away the time she needs most now.
Yeh Hongyu needs time, it needs time to look through those landscapes, and look at the broken pieces of paper.
So she can calmly ignore those complex eyes, those words of heartfelt remarks, she can appear cowardly, even humble, she can kneel in front of the seat of God, respectfully like hopeless waste.
However, the situation she is facing now suddenly becomes difficult.
Although the guard leader Luo Kedi is a rare master in the temple and the most trusted subordinate of the head teacher, Ye Hongyu would never consider marrying him.
Not because of his age, not because of his looks, or even because she has no feelings for him, because she can have no feelings in order to cultivate the Tao.
But because... he wanted her to marry him.
He wanted her to marry him, not he asked her to marry him, not he asked her to marry him.
This is a humiliation she cannot accept.
Ye Hongyu sat silently on the stone bed, his hands tightly clasped in the blue Taoist robe, his knuckles were a little white.
"Do you really want to look back?"
"Chen Pipi, you fat man, you bitch, you idiot, I scared you when I was a kid, why did you run away? Why don't you look back now?"
"If you don't look back, brother won't forgive me, then how can I go back?"
I don’t know if it’s because of thinking of that hateful fellow Chen Pipi, or because of his brother, Ye Hongyu can still calmly hold on to the endless humiliation these days, but at this time he can no longer control his emotions and silently bows. Between the eyebrows, there are grievances, sadness and weakness.
At this time, she is no longer a idiot or a loser, just a very ordinary girl.
Ordinary girls are naturally easily angry when they are forced to marry, so Ye Hongyu became very angry at this time. She looked at the closed door of the stone house with cold eyes, thinking that she should kill Chen Bachi, Luo Kedi killed all those who dared to look at him with those eyes.
However, the anger in her eyes gradually turned into panic and self-deprecating, because now she has no time and she can't look back, so she seems to be so angry and helpless to sit on the stone bed.
At this moment, someone came to the stone house.
"My lord, there is a letter from you."
The person outside the stone house did not call her the seat of the seat, and did not deliberately respect her, but such a simple sentence showed enough respect. This is the respect that only she can feel.
Ye Hongyu raised her eyebrows slightly, with a slightly different expression.
In the temple, she hasn't been so respected for a long time.
The door of the stone house opened, and she recognized the man as an ordinary deacon of the adjudication department.
The deacon respectfully handed a letter with both hands, then said nothing, turned and left the stone house.
The door of the stone house closed again, and the darkness came back to life.
Ye Hongyu walked back to the stone bed and sat down, quietly looking at the letter in his hand, without speaking for a long time.
The envelope is ordinary kraft paper, without any special features, and there is no writing on the cover.
She used to be the chief seat of the adjudication department. Although she doesn't manage the affairs of the department in detail, she still has the insight to know all the details in the world and discover clues from it.
Looking like ordinary kraft paper, the paper flakes are about two fingers. It is the most common craft in Danzhou Paper Workshop.
Then this letter is from the Southern Jin Dynasty.
Ye Hongyu confirmed that she didn't know anyone in the Southern Jin Dynasty, so she didn't know who wrote the letter.
She opened the envelope, pulled out the letterhead inside, and slowly unfolded it.
The letterhead is yellowish papyrus.
A pattern is drawn on the straw paper.
The painter is obviously not good at Danqing, the lines are crooked and trembling, it is hard to see the extreme, and it is also clumsy to the extreme, it is impossible to see what he is painting.
Ye Hongyu looked at the narrow and hollow pattern on the yellowish letterhead, and his fingers shook the corners of the letterhead. He was silent for a long time without speaking.
She understood what was drawn on the letterhead.
That is a sword.
The sword of the sword sage Liu Bai.
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The Yue Kingdom is in the south of the Southern Jin Dynasty and the east of the big river, facing the relatively quiet South China Sea, so the fishing port is much more prosperous and lively than the Song State.
A young man in a cloth shirt walked out of a fishing boat, stretched his waist towards the sun, and then squinted his eyes to signal his subordinates to complete the following matters.
This young man's face is exceptionally beautiful, and the stern scars on his cheeks didn't make this face show ugly, on the contrary it made him a little more composed.
He squinted at the rising sun and felt the damp sea breeze on his cheeks. Suddenly he gave birth to unprecedented satisfaction, and said in a low voice, "It seems that it's not bad to have a life like this."
The youth's subordinates were arguing fiercely with the fish merchant and the salt merchant about the price, but these things seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just silently watched the rising sun.
The people in the fishing port only know that this young man is a big businessman from the north who is in the salted fish business. No one knows what a glorious and dazzling life this young man had before selling salted fish. What kind of prestige is it in the world.
The young man used to be the prince of the Kingdom of Yan, the most beautiful young powerhouse in the Xiling Temple, and the beautiful goddess who had planted a few peach blossoms on the threshold of life.
But now, he is a fishmonger.
Even if he was shot through his chest and abdomen with an arrow by Ning Que, and his realm cultivation was abolished, even if he was willing to degenerate and competed with beggars in the ruined temple, he was once Prince Longqing after all.
There is no realm of cultivation, and there are fists. If the fists cannot resist the wind and rain in the world, he still has wisdom. The most important thing is that since he is not dead, he wants to live better.
He was frustrated, and in half a month, he unified the gang of beggars in and outside the capital of Yan Guocheng and became the gang leader. Then he took part of the wealth and some loyalty from the gang and followed his subordinates, went to Song State, and opened a wine shop. It took only a short time and defeated all his colleagues on the street.
Then he took those liquor shops and teahouses, half-sold and half-distributed to a certain official of Song State, and started a sales business with the one thousand taels in his hand.
Buying pickled fish from the Yue country, and then selling it to the Southern Jin or Yan country, the business is very good.
Long Qing can't help but feel a little sigh sometimes. He seems to be able to do everything well.
In such a short time, he has become a big businessman. What's not satisfied?
However, looking at the salted fish in the bamboo basket, he couldn't help thinking, even if he became the richest businessman in the world, what is the difference between the salted fish in the basket?
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(Today's state is extremely bad, there is a problem with emotions, only this chapter is left.)
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