"Zi Yu, you told me that you awakened in the secluded mountains, that you saw your true nature in the Great Li Hanjing, and that you achieved unity of knowledge and action, and that you abandoned your will to die and achieved enlightenment while being hunted down by Qin Jianfu..."
"Your self-cultivation is already sufficient. I even think that it has far exceeded the state of mind that you should have at your current level of cultivation and age. It has reached or even exceeded the self-cultivation requirements of the Confucian Temple for Confucian gentlemen."
Zhu Yourong sighed and looked at Zhao Rong's clear eyes. "Although I have never seen the lake in your heart, I can guess that the water in your heart must be clear, like a mirror, which can make people look at themselves and correct their hats..."
In a certain lake of his heart, Gui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. This busty lady was indeed quite knowledgeable.
It personally designed and constructed this heart lake for the Sword Master ingeniously. It is a first-class wonder in the mountain. The pure green glazed dragon carp on the lake is the finishing touch.
It gives movement to the still water that is originally as clear as a mirror, and activates the "water" of the entire lake of the heart.
Not to mention that it also took a bold step to raise ninety-nine and eighty-one evil dragons in the abyss deep in its heart lake.
The purple-robed sword spirit raised its pointed chin and snorted softly.
All evil thoughts, distracting ideas, and negative emotions sank into the abyss of the heart lake and were swallowed by the evil dragon.
The pure and clean thoughts will float lightly to the surface of the water and become nutrients for the growth of the Dao Dragon Carp. The surface of the lake of the heart will only become clearer like a mirror.
It's like purification.
The key to screening these is his ability to see his mind and nature, and to subconsciously distinguish between good and evil thoughts.
Of course, the evil dragon is also growing by devouring negative evil thoughts, but the clearer the heart lake and dragon carp are, the more they can suppress the evil dragon in the abyss that relies on turbid stagnant water to survive. It's a virtuous cycle... as long as the balance is not broken.
When Gui first constructed this "perfect heart lake", he even felt that Zhao Rong could rely on this mysterious heart lake to cultivate to the state of mind of a saint over time if nothing went wrong.
Didn't you see that he is now starting to blame himself for a behavior that he didn't think was 'trashy' before? This is the subtle influence that has made his mind clearer and purer.
Just as the sword spirit nodded in agreement with Zhu Yourong's praise of Zhao Rong's way of self-cultivation, and was secretly proud of its behavior of transforming a scumbag into someone who takes care of all the women in the world, it was suddenly stunned, as if it thought of something.
"Wait... is this guy too much in self-cultivation?"
This reminded me of Zhao Rong's sudden self-examination last night and the only unusual movement that had occurred in this dragon-raising lake not long ago.
The purple sword spirit turned its head and looked towards the depths of the heart lake, the seventy-two evil dragons in the abyss. It frowned and became quiet...
At this moment, in the long and dark tomb passage, Zhu Yourong sighed and said to Zhao Rong:
"So, Ziyu, what you need most now is not to cultivate yourself, but to manage your family. Besides, you said that knowledge and action should be integrated. Who says that you must travel thousands of miles to cultivate yourself? You can cultivate your family as well as yourself, so you can do both."
Zhao Rong was half-believing and half-doubting, and tried to understand: "You mean... to hone your skills in practice?"
Zhu Yourong's eyes lit up, and she said very appropriately, "Good."
Zhao Rong nodded thoughtfully, "Let me think about it carefully..."
Seeing that the persuasion had worked, Zhu Yourong's mood improved, and she couldn't help but poke someone's "wooden head" with her onion-like index finger.
"Okay, it's useless to think too much. You need to take care of your family now. Come on, go home and have a meal with Sister Lingfei and Sister Qian'er, and then have a frank talk with them... Little Ziyu, do you understand?"
Zhao Rong: “…”
After a moment, under her bright narrowed eyes, he nodded gently.
Zhu Yourong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a bright smile appeared on her face.
"Let's go, let's all go home."
She put her hands behind her back, turned around, took light steps, and led the way out of the imperial mausoleum.
Behind him, Zhao Rong silently raised his head, looked at the gentle and considerate lady's graceful back, and followed her.
Afterwards, it seemed that they were about to part.
The atmosphere between the two of them became quiet.
…
They were walking one after another, and were about to reach the end of this dark tomb passage.
Zhao Rong thought of Zhu Yourong's busying around between him and Qingjun Qian'er over the past two days, and felt grateful and warmed.
At some point, he couldn't help but joke:
"I didn't expect that our Mr. Zhu Da also has the ability to mediate other people's emotional disputes and family conflicts."
"I still have many things you don't know."
Zhao Rong said casually: "Could it be that Mr. Zhu has had a love experience before?"
Zhu Yourong, who was about to leave, pursed her lips and said suddenly, "Yes, what's wrong?"
The tone seemed indifferent.
Zhao Rong was stunned. He couldn't see the expression of the woman in Confucian robes who was walking in front of him, but he didn't suspect anything.
So she nodded a little surprised and said, "Oh, that's right, Mr. Zhu, you are quite old too, it's impossible that there have been no men who like you and pursue you for so many years, it's normal to have emotional experience... Uh, the question I asked just now was a bit stupid."
The handsome young scholar smiled and shook his head.
When I first met Zhu Yourong, I thought she was a bookworm like a good girl or a nerd... I thought she grew up in a Confucian environment, was well protected by her family and teachers, and only knew how to practice calligraphy and grow orchids, pursue her hobbies, live independently, and was not good at interpersonal communication and emotional experiences.
Now it seems that he was naive. She was a top-class Confucian scholar. How could it be that simple?
However, he did not notice that after he said a certain word, the big-breasted woman in Confucian clothing in front of him straightened her beautiful back instantly...
The back is a bit stiff.
You’re… quite… old… now, aren’t you?
Damn you, you big head ghost!
Which eye of yours saw that I'm quite old? I suggest you just throw it away.
Sir, I reached the Nascent Soul stage before I was thirty years old... I maintained my beauty and longevity at an early age, and I was quite young in the mountains. Among all my classmates and friends, she was the youngest. Among the teachers and seniors in the family and the Confucian school, many elders called her Miss Zhu!
In an instant, a certain "Miss Xiao Zhu" chopped a certain bastard into meat paste in her mind, and also made some dumplings and ate them all in one go with some vinegar.
The woman gritted her teeth secretly and resisted the urge to turn around and kill someone with her chest.
Also, do you think I am old, Mr. Ziyu? Do you think I am older than you, Mr. Ziyu?
At this moment, Zhu Yourong, who was walking in front, first had a changed expression on his face, and then suddenly returned to normal.
Nodded again.
"Tzuyu's question is indeed a stupid one..."
She suddenly lost her good mood and felt a little aggrieved, as if she had just wasted her emotions and energy trying to enlighten someone.
The woman in the Confucian robe narrowed her eyes, raised her chin slightly, and repeated with a pursed mouth:
"Well, you're getting stupider and stupider."
Zhao Rong: “…”
Hey, whipping the corpse repeatedly is too much.
In his heart, Gui couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Zhao Rong, hahahaha, I wanted to be your confidant elder sister, but you treated me as your elder sister. It would be strange if she treated you well."
Zhao Rong was speechless and also discovered the problem.
He looked at the 'proud and upright figure' in front of him, thought for a moment, and then changed his words without changing his expression:
"That's fine. I'm a little stupid, but other men are not stupid. A beautiful lady is always in love with her... It's impossible for me to be so blind as not to admire and pursue an excellent woman like Mr. Zhu who is young, beautiful, and considerate."
Zhu Yourong's expression eased a little, and he squinted his eyes and said, "I haven't counted them, but it should be quite a lot."
…
"What about you? Which outstanding man did you choose?"
She bit her lip and looked at the light appearing in front of the tomb passage.
The road he had taken to send her back north was finally coming to an end.
Zhu Yourong suddenly realized...she seemed to be returning empty-handed.
A woman in the tomb passage suddenly said:
"He's a junior fellow apprentice."
"Junior brother?"
"Well... Junior Brother, he... pursued me like crazy." She lowered her eyes.
"Oh, that's not surprising. In fact, you are very charming and attractive. Although many men may say they want to be strong, they don't really want to be a gigolo... So, what happened next?"
"But he already has a wife, and there are...several women at home." She let her hands hang naturally, clenched her fists, and then released them.
Zhao Rong frowned immediately, "Then you can't agree to this. You are a Confucian cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, the top scholar in Confucianism, and you are still so young. It is not impossible for you to become a female Confucian teacher at the seventh stage in the future. How about you become his concubine? You are really flattering him!"
Zhu Yourong didn't say anything.
Zhao Rong thought about it and said hesitantly, "But if your junior brother is excellent, and his cultivation, status, or position is higher than yours in some aspects, then it's not... forget it! This won't work either."
He shook his head halfway through his words, rejecting her in a firm tone, "With your conditions, you can find any man you want. There are plenty of excellent men who can love you wholeheartedly. Why would you compromise yourself to accommodate others and be a slave? You are calm and indifferent, and you don't covet a man's power and status, so you don't need to rely on him..."
"But what if I also like him? Well, I am also quite attracted to this little junior brother." She suddenly interrupted him and asked.
Zhao Rong was suddenly stuck.
There was no sound for a moment.
Zhu Yourong suddenly wanted to turn around and take a look at the expression of this blockhead.
But I still held back, trying to maintain a calm, casual and nonchalant pace.
At this time, after a pause, she added:
"In fact, in this regard, I don't really care about a man's cultivation level or identity, as long as he is honest and responsible. Also, he can't be ugly or sloppy. I have a mysophobia."
Zhao Rong thought for a while, and his tone became more serious, "Is that so... do you feel the same way... then, how are you moved, and to what extent do you like her?"
Hearing the gentle voice of this man who cared about her and gave her serious advice, Zhu Yourong's lips curled up unconsciously.
She pretended to think, "To what extent? Actually, I haven't fallen too much. Well, sometimes I feel that... besides writing, raising orchids and teasing Huai Jin, there are other interesting and lovely things in this world... Well, things related to him."
Zhao Rong touched his chin and said with embarrassment: "It is indeed a bit difficult to let go. My suggestion is to cut the Gordian knot, but if you...wait, that's not right."
After he realized what was happening, he said helplessly, "Mr. Zhu, judging from your tone and the current situation, you must have already experienced these things and have made some choices and endings. It's no use for me to give you advice now. Don't tease me anymore. Tell me what happened later. How did you respond when your junior brother was madly pursuing you?"
Zhao Rong sounded curious.
Zhu Yourong's head was facing forward without shifting, but his eyes tilted to the left.
"Oh, and then we had a banquet." The woman said calmly.
"???"
"I sat at the same table with his wives," she said lightly.
“…”
Zhao Rong felt that these sentences contained too much information.
He wiped his face with his hand, trying to digest it, and couldn't help but ask: "No, you mean... he's dead?"
"Um."
Zhao Rong looked at the graceful back of the woman in Confucian robes in front of him and was speechless for a moment.
There was silence between the two, and they walked quietly for a while.
When it was only ten steps away from the entrance to the tomb ahead.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but ask, "Um...how did your junior brother die?"
The woman in Confucian clothes turned her back to him and lowered the corners of her lips, "Oh, I was just about to mention this to you..."
She nodded and pretended to sigh:
"He was too philandering and flirting with women everywhere. Actually, that's fine. The key point is that he dared to get tired of the old and fall in love with the new. He abandoned his wife and family and planned to run away. And his wives were not simple women, especially his wife. So, he was..."
"Well, he will stay with me forever. Although there is a coffin and soil between us, at least the promise we made to you to stay with me forever and never separate has been fulfilled."
“…”
Zhao Rong: So... this is a love story where you get to have the final say?
“Hahahahahaha…”
The sword spirit in the heart lake, who had been listening attentively before, couldn't help it and was about to die of laughter.
It tried to keep its face straight and suggested sincerely: "Zhao Rong, why don't you ask Zhu Yourong if her junior brother happens to have the surname Zhao, hahahaha..."
Zhao Rong: Do you think you are humorous?
At this time, Zhu Yourong, who was walking in front, felt a little nervous for no reason when he heard that there was no sound behind him.
She felt that she had become very bold...
But now that things have come to this, the words have been spoken.
Zhu Yourong suddenly spoke again, breaking the awkward silence between the two.
"So, Tzuyu, I'm actually quite experienced in some things because I've seen these bloody lessons before, so you must listen carefully to the warm advice I'm giving you today, okay?"
The woman in Confucian robes did not look back.
She pursed her lips and smiled, her tone and smile were just right, with some warm concern for her close friends.
"Go home quickly and spend time with your wife."
Zhao Rong nodded, his face serious, solemn and grateful:
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Mr. Zhu."
At this moment, the two of them took steps one after another and passed through the isolation magic circle at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum at the end of the tomb passage.
In an instant, the rich water vapor of the waterfall mixed with the loud sound of water rushed towards you.
It instantly 'drown' the two of them.
The woman's figure disappeared immediately.
Just leave.
During the conversation just now, she never looked back at the calm man behind her.
But... she felt that she didn't return empty-handed.
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