Chapter 109: Stars and Moon Are Cold

ious fire walking practices is a perspective of inquiry.Now, studying the power of fire totems is another perspective.Jumping out of the original framework and exploring the origin from another angle...Initially, in the Maple Forest Academy, Zhang Linchuan possessed the strongest strength among the inner court disciples. Yet, he remained hidden behind Zhu Wei and Wei Yan, maintaining an excellent but not eye-catching demeanor.

...Just like now, in Luoshuang County, he used Lei Zhanqian's shell. All his actions were still hidden within the Zhou family of the same county. Back then, Zhang Linchuan wasn't ostentatious at all. During the incident in Fenglin City, he suddenly made a move and forcefully attacked Wei Qiji.

Upon arriving in Linzi, he did not return home. He only dropped off Chu Yao at the city gate, letting his young apprentice go back on his own first and inform the household to prepare some silk and gold, etc.

He then went straight to the residence of the Marquis of Bowang.

As for the old Marquis, he didn't have a very deep impression of him. Because of Chong Xuan's relationship, he actually had some opinions about the old Marquis, feeling that the old man hadn't been fair to Chong Xuan, causing him to suffer too many grievances since childhood.

But he didn't know why. This time when he returned to Linzi, the scene kept flashing in his mind on the way... That day he felt the atmosphere was wrong and proactively sent Ye Hanzhu, the doctor, away. The vast mansion of Duke Bowang was secluded and winding. It was similar to when he first entered Duke Bowang's mansion, but also different. He heard the old man shout Chongxuan's name, and weakly yet forcefully shouted that sentence... "I'm going to die!"

He knows.

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Everybody knows that Chong Xuan Yunbo is not long for this world.

The entire Linzi City knew that Chong Xuan Yunbo wouldn't live past a hundred and twenty years, he wouldn't even live to see the fifty-seventh year of Emperor Yuanfeng.

It should be said that given the horrific injuries he sustained on the battlefield, his survival was already a miracle.

And he, who had severed all hopes of divine manifestation, thus supported by his meager exterior cultivation and weary frame, propped himself up with one hand as he steadied the Heavy Xuan Clan, traversing both the court and the battlefield. He watched it rise again and fall, fall again and rise once more.

He was alive, having sent his third son, Chong Xuan Ming Shan, to the battlefield.

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He lived on, after the Warring States period and when the State of Qi was at its peak during the reign of Emperor Qi. It was then that he sent off his most beloved son, Chong Xuan Mingtu.

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He lived, watching as his grandson, whose beauty rivaled that of the renowned city of Linzi, defied his will.

He was alive, watching his great-grandson, the heir apparent of the Xu family, refuse his arrangements.

To lose a child in old age is the greatest pain one can experience. And he suffered the unimaginable grief of losing two sons.

When a person is at the end of their life, they fear most that all their hard work will be in vain. Yet, he has certainly experienced many storms and upheavals within his family.

How can one describe such an old man "Everyone is in pain."

In the courtyard where Old Master Chongxuan often stayed, Jiang Wang saw Chongxuan Sheng.

This was the first thing Chongxuan Sheng had spoken. This man had always been unwilling to reveal his emotions.

Most people always see him with a smile. He seems never to get angry and doesn't care about anything.

He was still a big lump of fat lying on the lounge chair, with two mung bean-like eyes set in his face.

He did not have the slightest air of nobility.

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Only the expression on his face was something Jiang Wang had never seen before, so complex.

He listened quietly. Chongxuan Sheng spoke slowly.

In this noble marquis's mansion, in this top-tier prestigious family of Qi, everyone has their own pain.

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My father has his own pain, his own ideals, his own wife and children, his own friends, his own subordinates.

His family, his loyalty... he couldn't have both. He achieved fame at a young age, but struggled all his life until death.

This was Jiang Wang's first time hearing Chong Xuan Sheng say, "My father’.

“My brother has his own struggles. He is self-centered and doesn't like to be restrained. He demands perfection and won't allow himself to have any shortcomings. His goals are fixed, and he wants everything he sets his mind on. He refuses to let go of anything, which actually puts a lot of pressure on himself.”

This was also Jiang Wang's first time hearing Chong Xuan Sheng mention Chong Xuan Zun in this tone.

“My uncle has his own kind of sorrow. His most beloved brother died, and he was powerless to do anything about it. The more powerful he became, the more he felt that everything in this world was difficult. No matter how ferocious and mighty he was, he couldn't go back to the source sea and put people back together. Even though he was already a true immortal of this era, the story of Chongxuan Mingtu served as a warning.”

"My fourth uncle has his own pain. His third brother died in battle, led to death by his second brother. But his second brother also died to protect the family. He wants to harbor resentment, but he doesn't know who to blame. He still can't accept all this, so he's been living abroad for years. After my father's death, he hasn't set foot in Linzi once."

Zhong Xuan Sheng slowly said, "Of course I have my pain. You've been with me through it all; you know what kind of pain it is."

He took a deep breath, still gazing at the distant haze: “I know that in this world, everyone lives hard, everyone has their own pain. It's just that today, sitting here, I suddenly thought,

My grandfather... he... he was also very pained. Even more so than everyone else, perhaps. He had experienced and lost more than any of us could imagine. But throughout his life, he never let on.

“When he was disabled on the battlefield, he diligently cultivated his son to become talented. When there was a rift with the emperor, he donned armor and returned to the battlefield. When his son died in battle, he simply raised his banner higher. When his family fortunes declined, he merely straightened his spine.”

He had never been weak in his life, except for that one time before... He told me he was going to die.

But that time, I still chose… "Jiang Wang ah, I'm not saying I regret choosing Fourteen. I just wonder if there is... a better way"

“From my father to me, each and every one of us can be willful, we can toss and turn, we can express our pain. Because he is still alive, no matter what happens, we have someone behind us who will catch us.”

“My cultivation has caught up to his. My uncle, my fourth uncle, my elder brother, my father, they are all more powerful than me. But throughout the entire Chongxuan family, it has always been him, sheltering everyone from harm.”

"Because his care for the family was greater than anyone else's. So he always silently bore all of it."

Jiang Wang recalled, at the beginning when he was at Dongjie intersection. That white-haired old man flew across the sky and scolded Jiang Mengxiong in public, loudly questioning Emperor Qi. That scene was indeed unforgettable. Unforgettable for a lifetime.

Zhong Xuan Sheng's voice was very calm: "He has been sitting here all along, so we feel that it is normal and ordinary for him to be here. Just like this chair, this courtyard, and this sunlight."

“Until he left.”

Until he left, those commonplace snippets became extraordinary.

"Look at the clouds in the sky, aren't they always so leisurely"

"It wasn't like that after all." Chongxuan closed his eyes, as if drowsy, murmuring softly.

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Jiang Wang silently listened to all this.

He knew that someone as intelligent as Chong Xuan Sheng didn't need advice, just a trustworthy person to confide in.

He had journeyed from Xidi Lao Mountain to the residence of Marquis Bowang in Linzi, and along the way, he still had to take care of Chu Yao. He was truly weary from travel. However, his purpose for coming wasn't as a mighty warrior, General Wu'an Hou of Great Qi, nor as a formidable figure within the realm. He came simply as a friend.

>>>Throughout his life, Zhongxuan's best friend.

Jiang Wang explained, "At the time, there was something else important... But the gift I gave you, I definitely delivered it."

Miao Yuzhi smiled again, she seemed to love laughing, and her smile was indeed beautiful, especially her two dimples, which were very charming. No wonder Bao Zhongqing now went everywhere with her.

Then Jiang Wang said a few words and, feeling it was time, went to greet the other people.

Not long after, Bao Zhongqing finished paying his respects and returned to accompany Miao Yuzhi. He and Jiang Wang exchanged pleasantries before bidding farewell. The happy couple held hands as they walked home. This match of talented man and beautiful woman, with complementary families, was truly a pair envied by all.

Seeing the couple leave, Yi Huai-min, as a member of Yi Shida's family who had come to help, walked over: "His daughter-in-law is pregnant and came all this way to tell you something Is there some credit to your name"

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The second son of this Doctor Yi Xingchen, seems quite familiar.

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Since he was forced by a mysterious man claiming to be an remnant of Ku Rong Academy to copy the Aham Sutra, his attitude towards Jiang Wang changed drastically. He often boasted that he was also Jiang Wang's elder brother, and since they were both brothers to Shi Fourteen, he considered himself Wu An Hou's blood brother in a roundabout way.

Yi Huaiyong happened to walk by at that moment and immediately rebuked, "What nonsense are you talking about! Your rotten mouth will sooner or later get torn apart!"

Yi Huimin rolled his eyes, turned his head away, but bowed respectfully: "I wasn't paying attention. I was taught a lesson by my elder brother. No more to say."

When Yi Huaiyong left, his expression was serious.

He let out a snort in front of Jiang Wang: “If he wasn’t so fond of going to my father to tattle, would I be afraid of him, the leader of the Yi gang”

March, early spring.

The blood-red rain, laden with sorrow, fell upon the mortal realm.

The earth was hazy, with a ruined city silent and lifeless amidst the blood-red rain.

Within the city, broken walls and ruins lay everywhere. All things were withered and decayed. Collapsed houses could be seen at every turn, along with corpses of a bluish-black color and pieces of flesh, like shattered autumn leaves, silently falling away.

The once bustling streets are now deserted.

The once bustling dirt road, now silent.

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All that remained was a gruesome mixture of blood, flesh scraps, dust, and paper, indistinguishable from each other. It was a horrifying sight.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, filled with sorrow. Only a discarded rabbit toy on the reins swayed in the wind.

The white fur was already soaked crimson, filled with a sinister and eerie feeling.

Muddy eyes, seemingly holding onto some resentment, stared blankly at the mottled stones ahead.

There, a figure lay prostrate.

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This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, clad in tattered and soiled clothing. A broken leather pouch hung from his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes, motionless. A piercing chill seeped through his tattered coat from all directions, spreading throughout his body and gradually stealing away his warmth.

The website is about to close. Download the AiYue app to read the latest content for freeEven though the raindrops fell on his face, he didn't blink. He stared into the distance with hawk-like coldness.

Following his gaze, about seven or eight paces away, a gaunt, bald vulture was feeding on the carcass of a wild dog, occasionally looking around with vigilance.

It seems that in this dangerous ruin, at the slightest wind or movement, it would instantly take flight.with nothing but bones.And so, they live peaceful lives, supporting themselves with their own two hands and feet. In their spare time, they boast and discuss the state of the world, perhaps this is th...