Chapter 193 Epilogue 1

Chapter 193 Epilogue 1

"Take off your clothes!"

Bai Cen was speechless: "..."

Bai Cen tried to explain, "It's been six months, it's been a long time..."

"Take it off now!" Wang Sumo said firmly.

Bai Cen had no choice but to admit defeat and do as instructed.

Who told her to be the boss, Wang Sumo!

Bai Cen, with great backbone, lay down.

Wang Sumo applied the medicine to him, and he frowned, his mind a jumble of chaotic thoughts.

First, he didn't know what kind of medicine Fang Ru had prepared. Applying this medicine hurt him even more than when Lian Xu used the "Longevity Scripture" to beat him. More importantly, when Yue Guang glanced at Wang Su Mo scraping a transparent, jade-colored ointment from the bottle with his fingertips, his heart skipped a beat.

She gently stroked his back with her fingertips moistened with ointment; the warmth of her fingertips and the coolness of the ointment made her feel uneasy.

He didn't know whether to open his eyes or close them.

His fingertips brushed against his back, and he froze, realizing something was wrong...

He closed his eyes, but his face was flushed.

Just avoid making eye contact with Wang Sumo.

"You dared to sneak into the racetrack and show off your skills with the Night Armor? You're going to get riddled with bullets."

Sure enough, someone did it on purpose.

It's been half a year, and I'm still talking about it.

Bai Cen's main strategy is to admit defeat; in this situation, you absolutely must not utter a sound.

He knew all too well that if he responded with one sentence, he would be met with another, and if he responded again, he would be cut off!

Bai Cen remained silent.

Finally, Wang Sumo accidentally spilled too much ointment, dripping it onto his shoulder. She cried out "Ouch!" and then scraped it off with her fingertips and put it back. Bai Cen's heart skipped a beat again. He felt like dying, but he was afraid she would notice.

She tilted her head to one side, her face flushed red to behind her ears: "How about we have Fang Rushi apply the medicine next time..."

Their voices were somewhat restrained.

Wang Sumo, oblivious to the fact that he hadn't noticed, said in a serious tone, "Him? He won't apply the medicine for you."

Wang Sumo sighed softly, recalling what had happened half a year ago.

— From this day forward, I will no longer save lives or manufacture drugs.

In the end, Lian Xu died at Huo Ling's hands, and Fang Rushi had no chance to stop Lian Xu. However, Fang Rushi always adhered to his principles. He said that if he was going to make drugs, he would make drugs. From the day he said he would make drugs, he never treated any patients again!

Even Bai Cen, who was about to die.

He now spends all his time researching poisons.

And he was very unhappy.

Because he felt that Lian Xu should be poisoned to death by him!

Wang Sumo still finds it both infuriating and hilarious when she thinks about it now.

But Fang Rushi has always been like this: I do what I want, and no one else can influence me.

So Wang Sumo sighed, "Give up. He'll only poison you now, he won't save you."

Bai Cen: "..."

Instead of becoming a skilled healer, he insisted on becoming a poison master.

In the entire martial arts world, only Fang Rushi is unique!

Bai Cen sighed softly.

Wang Sumo put away the medicine bottle and recalled the time when he said goodbye to Fang Rushi. Fang Rushi left by boat with her hands behind her back. The small boat sailed away into the river, and the river breeze brushed against her sleeves, making her clothes flutter.

Wang Sumo smiled. This is the real Fang Rushi. When has Fang Rushi ever been bound by the martial arts world?

"The medicine is applied." Wang Sumo stood up, and Bai Cen breathed a sigh of relief.

I tried to prop myself up, but then realized something was wrong and continued to lie down.

"What's wrong?" Wang Sumo asked him.

He stammered, "I...I want to lie down for a while..."

Wang Sumo didn't think much of it and only reminded him, "We're almost at Kunlun, hurry up."

Bai Cen hummed in agreement.

Bai Cen felt relieved after Wang Sumo got off the carriage. However, once Wang Sumo was actually off the carriage, he felt a little annoyed, wondering if he should say something.

Look at Lu Wenqu's mouth, he talks nonstop all day long.

Bai Cen: ε=(′ο｀*))) Sigh

Duan Wuheng suddenly lifted the curtain and came in, startling Bai Cen.

Duan Wuheng was both anxious and whispered, "Brother Bai Cen, look, Lu Wenqu has gone to see the boss again~ Look how happy the boss is!"

After saying that, she didn't forget to lift the curtain on the car window to show him.

Bai Cen: "..."

Duan Wuheng sighed: "You've been lying here for more than half a year, only occasionally getting out of the car to wander around. Lu Wenqu can run up and down and do all your chores!"

Duan Wuheng went a step further: "Think about it, he's the eldest son of Qingyun Manor now, but he doesn't go back to Qingyun Manor and just stays at our Bazhenlou. Don't you think he has ulterior motives? Brother Bai Cen, we need to be careful."

Bai Cen was caught between laughter and tears.

Then she turned her head away, not looking at him: "Save your breath. The boss doesn't allow forming cliques or small groups. Go, don't let her hear you, or she'll punish me instead of you."

Duan Wuheng's large face came closer again, looking very serious and earnest.

Bai Cen was speechless: "..."

Duan Wuheng crossed his arms and said irritably, "The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are!"

Bai Cen almost burst out laughing: "Duan Wuheng, don't talk about yourself like that."

Duan Wuheng: ? ? ?

Bai Cen chuckled and turned his head away.

Duan Wuheng got angry: "I'm really worried about you! Look at Lu Wenqu, he's got that pretty boy look, he's the kind of guy girls like the most, he's good-looking, he speaks nicely, and he knows how to please them. And look at you... you're just lying here."

Bai Cen: !!!

Duan Wuheng squatted down and said very seriously, "Lu Wenqu is definitely up to something. He's being unusually attentive; he's either a crook or a thief."

Duan Wuheng took out his little notebook from his pocket: "Look, look, I've written it all down! Today, when he told a joke, the master laughed seventeen times, seventeen times, Brother Bai Cen!"

Bai Cen took a deep breath and said very seriously, "Little brat, is it possible that Lu Wenqu stayed at Bazhenlou because of Jiang Yutang?"

Duan Wuheng: (⊙o⊙)…

Bai Cen reached out and tapped his forehead: "What's going on in your head at such a young age? Go deliver your takeout, or I'll tell Brother Zhao that you secretly used his Qingfeng Mingyue Blade yesterday."

"No, no, no!" Duan Wuheng slid off the carriage with a "whoosh".

Bai Cen couldn't help but laugh. After calming down, he recalled Wang Sumo applying medicine to him earlier, and his heart fluttered again for some reason—the boss is the boss, even when applying medicine... he is never gentle.

Bai Cen buried his chin in his arms. What's so special about gentleness?

Outside the carriage, Wang Sumo lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the stewed pig's trotters inside.

Yeah, it's completely burnt.

Someone's been clamoring for stewed pig's trotters for ages...

Wang Sumo took a bite, and the taste was just right.

Wang Sumo recalled that when Fang Rushi and Grandpa Meng were both there, she asked, "How was Bai Cen's poison cured?"

Fang Rushi and Old Master Meng exchanged a glance, then both relaxed their shoulders. Fang Rushi remained expressionless, while Old Master Meng said gently, "Old Fang and I suspect that Bai Cen's poison is attached to his internal energy. Previously, Old Fang thought that crippling his martial arts would cure the poison. But actually, under extreme circumstances, if a large amount of internal energy were suddenly injected into Bai Cen's body and then completely depleted in a very short time, and he was near death..."

Grandpa Meng tried to explain, "It's like a group of insects. They are very tenacious and can't be killed by one bottle of medicine, but suddenly a ten times concentrated medicine is added, and they dry up instantly. Then medicine is added again, and they dry up again, and the cycle repeats..."

Grandpa Meng sighed softly: "He was lucky, with so many martial arts masters giving him their decades of internal energy; he also saved himself, repeatedly tempering himself under extreme conditions when he fought Lian Xu to the death, until he completely crushed the poison in his body. Lian Xu certainly didn't expect to encounter these two extreme situations when he poisoned him. Bai Cen's poison was cured by luck, but also by himself."

After Old Master Meng finished speaking, Fang Ru said calmly, "He's lucky to be alive after all that trouble."

Old Master Meng: "..."

Grandpa Meng took a deep breath: "That works too."

"However," Grandpa Meng said with a smile, "he can finally eat spinach, which he loved as a child."

Thanks to Grandpa Meng's words, Grandpa Qu promptly uprooted all the flowers and plants he had planted and replaced them all with spinach!

Currently, Bazhenlou has no ornamental plants, only spinach!

Bai Cen said irritably, "There's no need for that, old man..."

Wang Sumo finds it funny whenever she thinks about it now.

But Grandpa Meng was right about one thing.

You can rely on luck, but you also need to rely on yourself!

*

Not far behind the Eight Treasures Pavilion, Zhao Tong patiently listened to the Rakshasa Alliance disciples speaking, arms crossed and eyes downcast.

Ever since the Meizhou Martial Arts Tournament, these guys from the Rakshasa Alliance have been pushing their luck.

Because they listened to him at the martial arts conference and killed the Ten Suns Gate and other henchmen of Lian Xu, they are now being treated as friends by these righteous people in the martial arts world, which makes them very uncomfortable!

They've been thinking about this for half a year: should they kill a few righteous people to balance things out?

Zhao Tong looked up at the other person, "Are you just bored and looking for trouble?"

The other person burst into laughter: "Just kidding! Hahahaha!"

Zhao Tong: "..."

However, after Meizhou, his relationship with the Rakshasa Alliance did indeed improve.

Old Master Weng discussed this with him: "A knife can be a weapon for killing, or it can be a weapon for protecting people. The key is the person wielding the knife. If the Rakshasa Alliance can be restrained, wouldn't the martial arts world be free of another bloodthirsty sect?"

He used to hate the Rakshasa Alliance, but after learning about the past of the Marrow Cleansing Classic and the Listening Cicada Sect, he suddenly understood the origin of the Rakshasa Alliance's hatred for the righteous martial arts world.

But as the old man said, he can restrain him.

After his trip to Meizhou, members of the Rakshasa Alliance would visit him regularly to report on the Alliance's recent activities.

He mostly listened, and the disciples of the Rakshasa Alliance all admired him.

At the martial arts tournament, he slaughtered those 'Netherworld Messengers,' and the Rakshasa Alliance members were ecstatic.

Indeed, they were like a bunch of wild monkeys left unattended.

After the restrictions were imposed, a completely different scene unfolded.

For example, today we come to him and say, "Alliance Leader, Old Master Weng said that we should find some serious things to do instead of fighting and killing all the time, otherwise the Alliance Leader will be unhappy. As long as we find serious things to do, the Alliance Leader will be happy, so we have been doing serious things recently!"

Zhao Tong: "..."

He not only didn't believe it, but also had a bad feeling.

The other party asked smugly, "Does the Alliance Leader still remember Carp Town?"

Zhao Tong: ! @#￥%……&*

He even went to demolish the town that used his name to swindle and cheat people before he left.

The other party said excitedly, "We've taken over that town. Instead of letting them swindle and sell the Alliance Leader's Qingfeng Mingyue Blade there, we might as well sell the same model as the Alliance Leader's!"

Zhao Tong: ? ? ?

Did he hear me correctly...?

The other party got excited: "We've set up a whole street there selling ironware and knives, from Qingfeng Mingyue swords to cooking iron pans, we sell everything. The entire street is filled with Qingfeng Mingyue swords and ironware certified by the Rakshasa Alliance, and they're selling like hotcakes!"

"There are quite a few righteous martial arts practitioners here! They were all amazed by your Qingfeng Mingyue Blade in Meizhou last time, and they have to take one back as a souvenir. Of course, there are also many newcomers to the martial arts world, as well as tourists!"

Zhao Tong: "..."

"After all, Carp Village used to do this, but they were swindlers and cheaters. However, since our Rakshasa Alliance took over, things have changed. We can't sell fake wound medicine, so we've invited Qingyun Manor to open a shop there and sell wound medicine."

Zhao Tong could no longer describe what he was hearing as a fantasy.

"Qingyun Manor will listen to you and go to Carp Town to sell wound medicine," Zhao Tong himself didn't believe it.

But the other party nodded: "It was Old Master Weng's advice. He told me to go to He Ping, the newly appointed head of Qingyun Manor, and tell him that if they come to Carp Town to open a shop and sell genuine Qingyun Manor wound medicine, the Rakshasa Alliance will stop harassing other famous sects."

The advice given by Grandpa Weng...

Zhao Tong understood.

The other party continued, "He Ping agreed! Now the shop is open and selling the best in Carp Town. Hehe, it sells better than your Qingfeng Mingyue Blade, Master. After all, Qingyun Manor sounds very reliable."

Zhao Tong found it both amusing and exasperating.

Before the other party could finish speaking, he said, "Everyone's busy with work in Carp Town now, they don't have much time to go out and fight. After doing the math, it's more profitable than robbing and looting! So we're moving the entire Rakshasa Alliance to Carp Town! Alliance Leader, next time you pass through Carp Town, don't forget to go home and visit!"

Zhao Tong was at a loss for words, both laughing and crying.

"Let's go, Alliance Leader. I still need to go and learn about accounting from Old Master Weng! Two brothers came here specifically to learn about accounting. Next time you come, Alliance Leader, I'll show you the ledgers!"

Zhao Tong watched his retreating figure, and thought, "Well, things seem pretty good for now..."

The Bodhisattva lowers his brows because a Vajra stands behind him with wrathful eyes.

He thought of Deyuan.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

When we buried Deyuan in Meizhou, we didn't even know if his grave had grown grass.

Next time I pass through Meizhou, I'll go pull weeds for him...

"Brother Zhao~" Duan Wuheng stepped forward awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Tong asked him with a smile.

Just as Duan Wuheng was about to speak, He Lin poked his head out from the carriage and said with a grin, "He's afraid you'll scold him! He just secretly took your Qingfeng Mingyue Blade from the kitchen and started playing with it!"

Duan Wuheng grinned: "He! Lin!"

He Qingque hopped away with a giggle.

Duan Wuheng went after him.

How annoying!

Zhao Tong couldn't help but laugh. Huo Ling left and He Qingque arrived. The liveliness of Bazhenlou was not diminished at all. Duan Wuheng and He Qingque were each equivalent to three thousand ducks. The effect of the two of them together could add another three thousand ducks. Now Bazhenlou had nine thousand ducks.

In the owner's words—it's outrageous! The biggest source of noise at Bazhenlou!

Zhao Tong couldn't help but laugh!

*

Inside Qingyun Manor.

"Wow~ So, the young master killed that most powerful demon?"

"Young Master is amazing!"

"I want to be like the young master!"

It's that time of year again when Qingyun Manor selects new disciples. The newly selected disciples will begin to cultivate and study just like the previous disciples, and of course, they will gather to listen to these legends of the martial arts world.

However, this time the person saying these things was He Ping.

Six months later, He Ping's injuries had healed.

Master He wanted to accompany the old man back to Kunlun, with the eldest son going along as well. The second son wanted to follow in the footsteps of the old master and venture into the martial arts world on his own.

Lord Huo was still unconscious, and the young master stayed with him in the manor every day.

However, with so many disciples in Qingyun Manor, there are numerous internal and external affairs that require someone to look after them.

Therefore, He Ping became the owner of Qingyun Manor.

At first, He Ping was uneasy. The eldest and second young masters were both there, and he couldn't...

But Master He told him, "It doesn't matter who the master of Qingyun Manor is. What matters is that under whose leadership, Qingyun Manor and its disciples will become better."

He Ping was stunned.

Master He said gently, "He Ping, Lingyun, A-Ling, and I all think it should be you."

He Ping: "..."

“The sect is a sect, not a family. You are the most suitable candidate to be the master of the manor. In terms of martial arts, you and He Zhen are the best among the disciples of this generation; in terms of affairs inside and outside the manor, you are more familiar with them than anyone else. I really can’t think of anyone more suitable.”

Master He patted him on the shoulder: "As the years change and plants sprout, it is time for you to be the pillars of the martial world in this generation."

He Ping's eyes welled up with tears.

Even though He Ping is the master of the manor, the young master is still Huo Ling.

The manor lord was still unconscious, so He Ping personally taught Huo Ling swordsmanship.

Although he was in poor health as a child, Huo Ling was the son of the manor lord and possessed both talent and natural ability.

Diligence will allow you to keep up.

Therefore, Huo Ling worked harder than everyone else because he knew he was behind schedule.

"Master, Miss Zhen has arrived." The disciple announced, while secretly chuckling to himself.

He Ping: "..."

A little later, the disciple led Ah Zhen inside.

He Ping coughed lightly twice, then tried his best to present his best self, and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Zhen."

Ah Zhen generously stepped forward and handed him a letter.

He Ping opened it, glanced at it, and then lowered his head and smiled.

Ah Zhen crossed her arms: "Master He Ping, now that you are the master of Qingyun Manor, we have a matter to settle. It's about Master He being knocked off a cliff and staying at my herbal tea shop for a month or two. Then, while I was away, you had Dunzi drive you to Meizhou in a carriage. Not only was the carriage lost in the chaos, but Dunzi, a mere waiter, even though he's used to dealing with martial arts people, was terrified by the commotion in Meizhou last time..."

"Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. Master He Ping wouldn't possibly renege on his debts, would he?"

He Ping clenched his fist and chuckled. He knew from the first day he met Ah Zhen that she loved money.

“I won’t renege on my debt, Zhenniang. How much silver do you want?” He Ping handed her tea.

Ah Zhen accepted it with satisfaction. From the first day she met He Ping, she knew that he was generous and well-off.

Ah Zhen took a sip of tea: "Accommodation fees, medical expenses, service fees, lost wages, medical expenses..."

He Ping listened and laughed. Finally, Ah Zhen finished reading: "A total of nine thousand taels."

He Ping laughed: "They said it was four thousand five hundred taels before."

Ah Zhen leaned closer: "Times have changed. Now that you are the owner of Qingyun Manor, your worth should naturally double to match your status."

"Thank you for thinking of me, Ah Zhen," He Ping said gently.

"Nine thousand taels!" Ah Zhen held out her hand.

He Ping leaned closer: "Zhenniang, how about we do another business deal?"

Ah Zhen smiled: "One thing at a time."

He Ping opened the wooden box and gave her the silver notes.

Ah Zhen counted them, and they really did give them to her?

He Ping looked down again at the account books that had been delivered from various places. Ah Zhen stepped forward and asked, "Hey, is it really this much?"

"Hmm, what else?" He looked up at her, a smile in his eyes.

Anyway, I'll have to give it all to them eventually...

The sooner you give it, the happier you'll be.

*

Inside the room, Huo Ling was both surprised and delighted. She cautiously looked at Huo Lianchi, who was slowly opening his eyes, her eyes moist: "Father, you're finally awake?"

Huo Lianchi's mind was still a little hazy. In her memory, it seemed like she was still at Qingyun Peak with Huai'an...

Huo Lianchi became alert and tried to get up to protect him, only to find that she couldn't even lift her arms.

Huo Ling quickly reached out to stop him: "Dad, it's alright."

Huo Lianchi looked at him, and although he was surprised, he seemed to see changes in Huo Ling when he looked at the others.

In the past, Huo Ling was insecure, disliked talking to people, and would avoid them.

But the current Huo Ling...

"Ah Ling, what are you doing here? What happened?" Perhaps because she was with Huo Ling, Huo Lianchi's panic gradually subsided.

Huo Ling said softly, "It's a long story, Father. It's good that you're awake. I'll tell you slowly."

Huo Lianchi was slightly taken aback, but Huo Ling's smile was full of sunshine, which was exactly what he had wanted to see earlier...

Huo Lianchi nodded and replied gently, "Okay."

"Good news and bad news, which do you want to hear first, Dad?" Having spent so much time with Duan Wuheng, Huo Ling had learned to keep people in suspense.

Huo Lianchi said gently, "Good news."

I've just woken up, and I always want to hear good things.

Huo Lingyang smiled and said, "The good news is, Dad, Fang Rushi and Yu Anjushi have cured me of the poison I was poisoned before. I'm starting to practice the Longevity Gentleman Sword slowly now, and He Ping is teaching me. It's just that I was far behind before, so I have to learn slowly. But He Lingyun told me that he didn't study hard before either, but he learned very quickly after studying diligently. So I can do it too."

Huo Lianchi was pleasantly surprised, but not because he could practice martial arts.

Instead, he was able to speak to him and interact with him so naturally and generously, and his words and actions were no longer as distant as they had been with He Lingyun before.

Although Huo Lianchi didn't know what had happened during this period, Huo Ling was doing very well.

Huo Ling continued, "Father, I'll continue with the good news."

Huo Lianchi nodded.

“The He Huai’an of the past is not the real He Huai’an. He injured you, which is why you have been unconscious. However, it was Bai Cen who asked Layman Yu’an to treat you. Layman Yu’an said you will get better.” Huo Ling is really different from before.

"A fake He Huai'an?" Huo Lianchi frowned. Of course he remembered that He Huai'an's kung fu was so powerful that not only him, but even the old man probably couldn't handle it.

Huo Lianchi looked at Huo Ling: "Who subdued him?"

At this point, Huo Ling smiled shyly.

Huo Lianchi: "..."

Huo Ling said reservedly, "It's a long story. A lot of things happened in Meizhou. In the end, all the seniors passed on their inner strength to Bai Cen. Bai Cen held him off for a long time. In the end, I killed him."

Huo Lianchi was surprised.

Huo Ling took a deep breath: "So, I understand what Father meant when he said that nothing is impossible, but if you don't try, you'll never succeed."

Huo Lianchi's eyes were warm and gentle.

It seemed as if all of a sudden, Huo Ling had grown up.

Huo Lianchi asked gently, "And what about the little news?"

He'd only told me the good news; he also wanted to hear the bad news.

Huo Ling: Uh...

Huo Ling slowly said, "The bad news is, Father, your martial arts skills may be ruined."

Huo Lianchi chuckled: "It's alright."

Originally, this wasn't important.

Huo Ling continued, "So, you're not the head of the manor anymore either..."

Huo Lianchi nodded: "Mm."

That doesn't matter.

Huo Ling took a deep breath: "Also, the entire martial arts world knows that you are the last descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect."

Huo Lianchi: ? ? ?

Huo Lianchi: !!!

Outside, He Zhen had just arrived when he heard Huo Ling's voice: "Dad, don't get agitated! The doctor said you need to stay calm!"

[Author's Note]

The epilogue is finally here! It will be written in several chapters. I'll be giving out red envelopes in this chapter, and I'll do the same for the epilogue (chapter 1, 2, 3).

The epilogue will cover everyone's current situation, making it a complete story. After the epilogue, there will be a bonus chapter.

The bonus chapters will be similar to the previous ones, featuring a combination of vegetables and various short stories. Don't worry, I'll be updating daily!

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