Thirty-Eight Disease Village Barren Valley
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What is not worth mentioning? Why are you mentioning it if it is not worth mentioning?
Lu Yinche just realized that this thing with a serious cover and a high-sounding title was actually a third-rate storybook about him and Yan Yanshu. This thing was still selling out. The lives of people in the world of cultivation were too unsaturated.
He put the book back on the stall with a stiff movement. Yan Yanshu saw that his expression was not right and asked, "Why, you don't like it?"
"Ah..." he said, "I don't like this."
The stall owner looked confused and muttered, "Did I make a mistake?"
Seeing that Lu Yinche was not going to pay for the book, he immediately tried to persuade him: "Hey, sir, don't leave. If you don't want to read about gay men, there are other books. There are also books about love between men and women. Are you interested in the Golden Jade Immortal Wine? There are also books about them!"
Lu Yinche dragged Yan Yanshu aside, muttering to him, "Let's go quickly. Don't let anyone recognize you. It's so embarrassing for a dignified sword master to be obsessed with love stories."
Yan Yanshu didn't mean to resist at all, and just said, "But you like it."
"I don't like it. Impossible. Absolutely not." Lu Yinche denied it three times in a row and changed the subject. "Have you ever tasted the Golden Jade Immortal Wine? The one Gong Jin bought at the Yaocheng auction, I think it's the real thing."
Yan Yanshu cooperated and carefully recalled the past before saying, "No."
Lu Yinche wasn't surprised at all. "I just heard the stall owner mention it a while ago. It's not that good to drink. Wine is spicy and pungent. If I didn't have Master Gong Gu among my friends, I wouldn't drink much myself."
Recalling the past, Lu Yinche added, "I remember the early rumors that the old immortal who made wine lived in a valley in Nanjun. Gong Jin and I once wanted to go and visit him, but he ascended to heaven a long time ago. Apart from some specious rumors and those jars and pots, we can't find his exact location. I think it's normal. They say he missed his deceased wife so much that he became ill. It makes sense that he used secret methods to seal off his hometown."
Yan Yanshu disagreed: "If one ascends, one must sever all ties and not linger on this world. Everything that passes away is but dust."
"You haven't ascended yet, so how would you know..." Lu Yinche glared at him, "No way, you've already reached this level of cultivation. You wouldn't just sit and die in front of me. No, a bolt of lightning would strike you, and you'd be done, right?"
"No." Yan Yanshu's answer did not mean that his cultivation was not enough.
Lu Yinche understood and was secretly shocked. He joked, "That won't work. If you fly away, who can save my life from the hands of the Immortal Alliance? They can't let Gong Jin supervise me."
Yan Yanshu asked him, "Are you close to Gong Jin?"
"Hmm? Yeah, we grew up together, it's no secret. Later, his father had an accident, and Shenhua Valley couldn't survive without him, so we mostly communicated through letters. You... oh, I remember you were a bald kid in Dongzhou when you were young. Sword cultivators also have to practice basic skills for 200 years, so I guess you don't pay much attention to news from the outside world."
"fine."
Lu Yinche laughed: "What did you look like when you were a child? It would be great if you could show me a portrait."
"If you have the chance, you can go to the Buddhist sect to look for it. The abbot may have it preserved there."
He answered seriously, and Lu Yinche was stunned for a moment before saying, "Ah... I thought you left the Buddhist sect and had a falling out with them."
But it was also true. No matter how much they had fallen out, Yan Yanshu was now a successful and famous monk, and he was no ordinary person. If those in the Buddhist sect were truly enlightened monks, why would they care about these old disputes? If they were not so advanced, they would not dare to criticize him rashly.
Xiao Yan has made great progress!
Yan Yanshu said, "The senior who took me away was very good. He discussed the Dao with the abbot for three days and replaced me. The Buddhist sect was convinced."
"Senior? Not your master?"
"no."
"Is this true?" Lu Yinche had never heard of such a thing and was curious. "There's someone who can defeat the abbot of the Buddhist sect in a debate. What's his name? Who is he?"
Yan Yanshu just smiled: "He is as good as you."
The inexplicable feeling after Xie Juncun spoke appeared on Lu Yinche's face again.
Just as he was about to get to the bottom of it, he heard someone screaming nearby: "Someone's robbing money! Catch him!"
A nimble figure in gray clothes came running towards this side and bumped into several stalls along the road. Lu Yinche raised his hand and shot out a weak sword energy, which hit the man's knee. The man fell down and was immediately caught up by the owner who came from behind. It turned out that he was a habitual criminal who often stole things in this area. He was not short of money, but just did it for fun.
The owner didn't know who helped him, so he bowed to the people around him. Lu Yinche had no intention of coming forward to accept the money.
"When I was young and traveling, I loved to meddle in other people's affairs," he said to Yan Yanshu with a self-deprecating smile. "In fact, it is often difficult to distinguish the truth from the falsehood based on only one side of the story. Later, I became less nosy."
"You have a kind heart."
"Forget it, don't praise me every chance you get. What if I get carried away?"
Yan Yanshu also joked with him: "I will pull you back and keep you by my side."
So, I forgot what I had wanted to ask. After walking a few steps forward and passing the market, I asked for directions with someone. He said Qichuan was not very far from here. Starting from the port of Mingzhu City, you only need to climb two hills and it will take a day or two by horse or carriage to get there.
By chance, they heard a caravan saying they were going to the port, so they decided to go with them. Seeing that they were cultivators, the caravan was very happy, although they didn't know their level of cultivation, but they looked like righteous masters.
Lu Yinche turned around and almost laughed out loud. Yan Yanshu actually laughed along with him.
Lu Yinche brought the horse over. He was very skilled, and he must have been around before. He jumped onto the horse with ease, and waved to Yan Yanshu with a cheerful look on his face: "Do you want me to give you a ride?"
Yan Yanshu said, "I can ride."
"I thought you sword cultivators all flew on your swords when you went out, whizzing here and there. But after being whipped around in the sky for so long by the wind, the nerves in your face must have become numb, which is why you all have facial paralysis."
Yan Yanshu replied innocently, "I don't go out much."
Lu Yinche uttered a tut, his expression tinged with disdain for the stereotype of sword cultivators. Although he had recovered his sword, to fly it required a mind-to-mind connection with his natal sword, relying on a soul-to-soul connection. Because he was injured, it was best to stick to the mortal ways of riding a horse or a carriage. Even if that meant risking Yan Yanshu, he had to go with him.
He thought, this is called experiencing life. How can you have such an activity while squatting in the snow-capped mountains in their northern border all day?
Yan Yanshu has to thank him.
Yan Yanshu was not like him, thinking too much. Although he was a sword saint, he was as obedient as Xie Juncun. When Lu Yinche asked him to cover his face, he changed his appearance and did everything he could. Lu Yinche teased him and asked him why he didn't ride on the same horse with him.
It was also because Lu Yinche was too bold that he forgot that he was very talkative when he was speechless because of the person in front of him.
Then Yan Yan said innocently, "I'm shy."
You are not shy at all, aren't you ashamed to say such things?
Lu Yinche pulled the reins and ran to the front of the team. Yan Yanshu laughed clearly behind him.
Lu Yinche thought that this person was deliberately trying to sabotage him and blamed him for mocking him for his expressionless face and few words.
Isn’t this a slap in the face?
The roads were all familiar, and those traveling with them said that they used to be more peaceful, but with the increase in bandits in recent years, they always had to hire bodyguards when they went out. Some monks (this person said they were like them) were kind-hearted and cared about the common people like them. They would punish evil and promote good, and punish illegal activities. This was especially true for those from Shenhua Valley, whose words carried a lot of weight in Nanjun.
"You said there has been some unrest in recent years. Didn't the people in Shenhua Valley take care of it?"
"Of course I shouldn't. Nanjun is such a big place, how can I bother them with every little thing?" the man said honestly. "Besides, adults have their own worries. My family can't even get along with each other over a jar of rice or a pound of meat. The bigger the family, the harder it is to sort things out."
"Oh?" Lu Yinche became interested. He listened to the man talking about some rumors. Yan Yanshu had already caught up with him and was quietly standing aside. His horse's hooves lightly stepped on the weeds by the roadside, as if he was strolling leisurely in the garden.
This news is not true.
Although the master of Chenhua Valley is a man, he is as beautiful as a flower. Perhaps only the legendary Mingye Sword Master can compare with him.
(Lu Yinche swore that he heard Yan Yanshu laugh again.)
But this Valley Master was an extremely pragmatic man, disinterested in romantic affairs. His number of lovers was probably even less than one percent of that of Mingye Sword Master. He still had no wife or concubines, let alone male favorites, and in this respect he was considered quite self-disciplined. Master Gong took on the position of Valley Master at a young age, before the narrator's great-grandfather's great-grandfather was even born. Yet, somehow, rumors of the inheritance disputes within Shenhua Valley and the Longshan Gong family became so well-documented.
It's nothing more than a young ruler and a country in turmoil, uncles trying to seize power and the throne, and ignorant brothers dividing up the family property and even colluding with foreign enemies, betraying the kindness of their ancestors.
Master Gong was entrusted with a heavy responsibility at a young age. Luckily, thanks to his natural talent and the support of loyal family members, he was able to establish himself. Over the years, Chenhua Valley has remained the leader of Nanjun, a testament to his ability. However, recent rumors have circulated of discord within the Longshan Gong family. Brothers who had previously separated, perhaps because they were not doing well outside, have now shamelessly returned. After all, they share the same surname and clan, and blood is thicker than water. It would be unwise to simply expel someone who is trying to collect money from them. Furthermore, the man is a man of means, causing anxiety in the Gong family, and some even became uneasy and harbored ulterior motives.
As a result, the "Redress Office" that Chenhua Valley had previously opened to the public was closed and had not been opened for about a year and a half.
After hearing this, Lu Yinche asked, "Is this brother from the branch family the brother of Master Gonggu, born of the same mother?"
"Exactly."
Lu Yinche had a recollection of Wei Qi mentioning Gong Jin as being too ruthless in this matter. However, judging by public opinion, it was all down to the kindhearted Gong and his ignorant, foolish brother. He didn't know much about Gong Jin's younger brother, Gong Jue, or the family division issue, so he decided to ask him about it later.
After walking a little further, they came to a fork in the road. An old signpost pointed to "Sanye Village" on the left and "Jiuxiang Valley" on the right. The guide told them to turn left. Lu Yinche raised an eyebrow. This turn was a different direction from the previous one.
But after walking for a while, I ran into people coming from the opposite direction. They said the road ahead was broken. The heavy rain had collapsed the cliffs, making it impossible for people and horses to pass. There were also snakes crawling out of nowhere, all over the road. It was very scary. It was better to take another way.
The leader then directed them to turn around and take the road to Jiuxiang Valley.
He looked unhappy, with a frown on his face, so Lu Yinche asked him, "Is this road difficult to take, or is there a detour?"
"Not really," he sighed. "When I was young, I followed my uncle out on business. We always took the Wine Fragrance Valley to and from Mingzhu City. That road is even wider than the one in Sanye Village, and it's over a hundred miles closer. If we didn't want to travel at night, we could stay in the Wine Fragrance Valley and drink a few bowls of good wine. It was very pleasant."
"Why is that?"
"Everyone inside is dead. They died of plague or disease. They say their deaths were unjust. They might be haunted by evil spirits. I don't dare go there."
Lu Yinche said, isn’t there still Chenhua Valley?
The formations used by Master Gong to bind the wronged spirits for his own use were no easy task. He had just witnessed them again a few days ago, and they were even more refined. Not to mention inviting this person out of the mountains, even within their own valley, there were always young people willing to come out and gain experience. Even the most powerful ghosts couldn't be defeated by the smaller ones, so they just called on the older ones to come out and protect them. The people of Shenhua Valley loved to do this.
"I've been to Chenhua Valley before, otherwise I wouldn't dare go there now. You don't know, the deaths were horrific. Overnight, silently, there must have been hundreds of corpses, lying and standing everywhere. They looked like they were alive and well, then died. Their faces were blue and covered with mold, as if they had been hanged, and their tongues were as long as their elbows. It was terrifying." He gestured, "If the adults in Chenhua Valley hadn't cleared those away, I would have gone to Sanye Village to help them dig the dirt and clear the road, rather than make this trip."
"Is it really that scary?" Lu Yinche tried to soothe him, but he didn't believe it in his heart. Who could have such a long tongue? He couldn't let those unscrupulous people who run the beef tongue hot pot business know about this.
Seeing that Lu Yinche was calm and composed, and had some skills, the guide was skeptical about him, so he asked him to protect the whole team and make sure they were not taken away by the evil spirit.
Lu Yinche didn't make any promises himself, but pointed at Yan Yanshu and said, "How about you guys pray to him? He's very effective."
"Who is this?" The man didn't understand. Aren't these two monks together?
Lu Yinche said, "My husband."
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