Forty-seven Ascends to the East
That idiot probably couldn't even write Lu Yinche's name. After repeating it once, he stormed out the door in a rage. He didn't even dare to take action. Lu Denghe thought he was going to act like a street dandy, with his hands on his hips commanding his men to start smashing things. He only dared to talk nonsense.
Lu Denghe was overjoyed when he thought of the scene where Young Master Wei went to his grandfather to complain in a rage. "This big fool doesn't even know your name. I thought he would kneel down and yell for mercy!"
"Alas, I'm getting old now. Even calling out my name doesn't hold much of a punch anymore." Lu Yinche shook his head repeatedly, pretending to sigh, as if expressing deep regret. It was because of the fame of the Sword Master Mingye that his real name was rarely used.
"That's because he doesn't read at all and can't even read a few words. If he had some connection with culture, he wouldn't be so stupid." Lu Denghe was busy flattering the old ancestor and praising him with all his words. When Lu Yinche heard him say that, he knew that this kid probably learned it from reading storybooks. That's okay, it's hard to say what he learned, but at least he learned something.
He shook his head and said, "Stop reading useless books." He took the sound transmission spirit stone, shelved his sword intent, and flexed the veins in his limbs, allowing his spiritual energy to circulate around him through his shattered sea of consciousness. It was better than before, but only slightly better. The move he had just used was beautiful, but its deterrent power was average, and the murderous aura was restrained. Yan Yanshu's spiritual energy was a strong presence within him, restricting his movements and preventing him from taking risks.
Really careful too.
I also placed a sound transmission spirit stone next to Lu Yinche's pillow. What if this guy is really thick-skinned and doesn't feel anything at all? Wouldn't that be a waste?
Lu Denghe had no idea what he was thinking and asked blankly, "Was that the Sword Master's voice just now? He said he'd be there soon?"
"Is that so?" Lu Yinche replied casually. "I don't know where he's gone. Where does your brother live? Let's go check it out." He looked at Lu Denghe's hesitant eyes and knew that this kid was gossiping again. He chuckled and said, "Don't you always say that we are a true Taoist couple? Even if the master gave you the seal of approval, you still don't believe it."
"Grandfather, do you remember everything?"
"Something. I can tell you a fresh version later. If you write it into a storybook, remember to give me half of the royalties."
Lu Denghe preferred reading to writing, and the thought of writing gave him a headache. However, he was also very curious, so he followed Lu Yinche out of the house, leaning over to ask about the ancestor's love, hate, and grudges. Lu Yinche teased him, "Actually, Yan Yanshu was my child bride."
Lu Denghe's face was filled with questions. This was different from the life story confirmed by the Sword Saint himself. "Ah? Is our Lu family so powerful? Isn't the Sword Saint your age? Your mother is the Yang family's swordsmith master. She was first appointed as a Buddhist disciple by the Buddhist sect, and later became a sword cultivator in the Chengxiao Sect. There's no other version of this... And, are you sure you weren't raised as a child?"
Lu Yinche rolled his eyes at him and said, "I can't remember this part. I'll try to recall it for another hundred or eighty years."
Lu Denghe quickly gestured to shut up, but Lu Yinche didn't continue his own conversation. Instead, he asked, "That Wei woman doesn't seem to know about your brother's injury. She came here to break off the engagement. Does she mean that the woman you were supposed to marry has changed her mind to someone from the Yang family?"
Lu Denghe also understood what was being said, but he had just asked someone from his own family and knew more. "It's the big Yang family in Dongzhou. It's the seventeenth or eighteenth young master of our family. They have a huge family, and the surname Yang is everywhere. Do you remember Yang Deyou? I was staying with him in Chengxiao Sect a few days ago, and I happened to run into his parents visiting him. I learned that he is also a member of the Yang family, but his father was separated from the family tree. I don't know how many there are like them, but some have split up in recent years. Although it's not as big as the Gong family, many families have split off. If you count, the Sword Saint is also half a Yang family member."
Lu Yinche smiled and shook his head. "That's how aristocratic families are. They multiply and expand their power, then in turn protect their own family members, and the cycle repeats itself. It's not a good thing either. If it grows too big, there will be chaos, and if it can't be maintained, it will split. I see that Qichuan Lu has so few people now. I can't say it's very prosperous, but the size is just right. Anyone who commits a crime can be immediately picked out and beaten."
Lu Denghe thought, "Old Ancestor, you have truly lived up to the theory that there shouldn't be too many people. Look, you started with the Duanxiu, and you've carried it forward."
However, the Qichuan Lu ancestral land was indeed not very large. A dozen or so side houses made up almost all of it. Lu Yinche's residence was right behind the ancestral hall, which was considered the center. He did not go in to greet his ancestors or his peers and juniors. Instead, he asked Lu Denghe to lead the way to Lu Denglian's house. At the edge of the building complex, there was a small half-moon-shaped pond in front of the door. Some lotus flowers were planted, but at this time of year, only a few scorched leaves remained.
Lu Denghe explained, "My brother has been away from Qichuan for a long time, so he asked for this house himself, saying that he likes lotus flowers."
"Your name is similar."
"When I was a kid, I fell into a pond and was almost eaten by a fish. I was a little scared..."
They stopped in their tracks. The doors and windows of the house in front of them were tightly closed. Lu Denghe was about to run up and knock on the door, but Lu Yinche stopped him and said, "Wait."
It seems like there is someone here.
This wasn't something that could be sensed by divine sense. Yan Yanshu's spiritual power was guarding it, preventing him from moving. But with such a surge of evil energy before him, he couldn't ignore it no matter what. Lu Denghe's cultivation was too low to see this. The ancestor only smiled and asked him, "Do you know what monster bit him?"
Lu Denghe shook his head: "I only know that it is a companion beast guarding treasures in the secret realm. Its toxins are rare..."
How much poison would have to be injected to produce such an effect with the remaining items? Either an evil demon cultivator had come into this room, or Lu Denghe's brother had abandoned the good and changed his ways, and Dongfang Jin was just clearing out the bad stuff by throwing it out - but that wasn't right, the demon cultivator items that person had secretly kept were no less than those handled by Lu Yinche.
To be honest, in Lu Yinche's era, all the ways were right. A cat, black or white, was a good cat as long as it caught a mouse. As long as it didn't kill people or do anything against the will of heaven, it didn't matter if it tried other paths. It was better to try a little.
While this evil aura was unmistakable, it was simply named so because it differed from the righteous way of channeling spiritual energy, not necessarily because of any bloodshed. The Seven Distinctive Pagoda in Lu Yinche's arms lay peacefully still. Fortunately, Yan Yanshu wasn't the kind of person who'd give away his wealth, and he'd remembered to take it back. But he hadn't seen the Anling Lamp. Had Yan Yanshu taken it?
He didn't have time to dwell on these things. He pondered whether eavesdropping on Wan Wan Wan's younger generation was a bit immoral. He didn't want to be the kind of head of a family who disrespected his children. But then he saw the door bang open, and a domineering-looking woman stormed out. She turned back angrily and shouted harshly, "You got married just because I told you to. Can't you do the same with me? You just listen to what our family says. You talk about loyalty and filial piety, but not morality. How are you going to repay me for saving your life? Didn't your ancestors teach you that long ago?"
Oh, no need to eavesdrop.
Lu Yinche met the woman's gaze with a smile: "Excuse me, the ancestor you are talking about, isn't it me?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, obviously not recognizing Lu Yinche. She put on a suspicious expression and asked, "Who is this, Senior?"
Hearing the noise outside, the remaining person in the room, Lu Denglian, wheeled out from behind the door. His legs were covered with a dark blue cloth. His face looked almost identical to Lu Denghe's, but his eyes were narrower and longer, and he also had a look of astonishment.
Lu Yinche had only mentioned his name today, so he didn't need Lu Denghe to introduce him. "It's the one who taught the future generations and pledged her life in return for saving their lives. But I have to make it clear that there are conditions for demanding a return. First, you have to be in love with each other, and second, you have to be as thick-skinned as me."
He was not deliberately mocking the female cultivator in front of him. Lu Yinche was not a moralist who would discriminate against people of the same kind just because of their different ways of cultivation. He was just a little curious about this lifesaver who lived with Lu Denglian behind closed doors.
The female cultivator was smarter than Young Master Wei Sanshao. Upon hearing this, she exclaimed in surprise, "Sword Master Mingye? You, you're still alive!"
Lu Denghe sighed three times. This was a normal human reaction. He really wanted to go to his grandfather to see what was happening to Third Young Master Wei. However, with his grandfather's roundabout way of speaking, Third Young Master Wei might not have figured it out yet. Better to just follow the grandfather first.
His ancestor nodded, spread out his hands and said, "Alive."
The female cultivator came back to her senses and bowed: "I am Dongfang Yu, a junior. Nice to meet you, senior. I have long admired you." Her movements were graceful and she looked quite good.
"Who is Dongfang Jin to you?"
"Master Dongfang is my great-uncle," she replied.
Some cultivators didn't care much about having children, and many married and had children at any age. Lu Yinche didn't know Dongfang Jin's family background, but it was a large family, so having brothers, nephews, and nieces was normal. He nodded and said seriously, "Oh, that's a bit troublesome."
He pointed at Lu Denglian, then at himself. "Your great-uncle and I are of the same generation. You and he are of different generations. Denghe, calculate, how much difference is there?"
Dongfang Yu immediately realized that his words were just a joke and that he wasn't out to break up the couple. He immediately stepped forward and said sincerely, "Senior, please help us! Denglian doesn't want to marry the woman from the Wei family. We've already secretly decided to spend our lives together. We originally agreed to cancel the engagement when he returns and then propose marriage to my family. But something unexpected happened and he got injured. He didn't want to be a burden to me, so he changed his mind."
Lu Denglian said anxiously: "I don't have it!"
Lu Yinche was not one to believe the one-sided words of someone he had just met, so he remained noncommittal. "Is that so? Then what about the life-saving grace you just mentioned?"
It was Lu Denglian who answered: "Old Ancestor, this is a long story, and I don't want to waste your time."
"I have plenty of time. I'll just go to your room and listen." Lu Yinche smiled. People don't feel tired when doing bad things, and they don't feel it takes up too much time when listening to gossip. This is a rule that runs in their bones. "But Miss Dongfang, please go back first. Too many people are not conducive to healing."
Dongfang Yu knew that he was trying to get her to leave. His attitude was so high-sounding that she felt it was difficult to insist on staying. She just looked at Lu Denglian again and called his name, but the latter avoided Dongfang Yu's gaze and went into the house.
The room wasn't very spacious, and all that was displayed outside were old things. There were also two boxes that looked like they had just been brought in and temporarily placed there, and hadn't been put away yet. Lu Denghe and Lu Denglian were siblings from the same mother. Although they didn't have much time to be close, they would visit their brother every morning and evening and were familiar with the furnishings in his room. He immediately went to make tea.
He didn't even give his savior a cup of tea.
Lu Yinche first examined Lu Denglian's leg wound. It was severely lacerated, likely due to the incomplete removal of the poison. The wound had healed poorly, and the pain was considerable. No wonder he was as pale as gold paper, and didn't cry out in pain. His heart was good. Lu Yinche couldn't recognize the venom, except that it resembled several snake venoms he'd seen before, but he wasn't sure. When he questioned Lu Denglian again, he said he was blinded by the poisonous miasma as soon as he entered the area, followed by a sharp pain in his lower body. He had no idea what the beast looked like.
The Dongfang disciples only treated him out of consideration. Now the doctor invited by the Lu family only did his best. The medicines he prescribed were not as effective as the recovery pills. Lu Yinche gave him all the usable ones he had taken from Wei Qi. Even if it couldn't cure the external injuries, it would be good to replenish spiritual power and moisturize the veins.
I'll ask Wei Qi to help later.
After discussing business, Lu Denghe sat up straight, eager to hear some gossip about his brother. He'd never heard that his always polite brother had such a lover outside, and hey, she was even a relative of his teacher. "Brother, do you want to improve yourself this much too?"
Lu Denglian sighed first.
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