Chapter 275 The Martial World (Twenty-Three)
After Gu Yanjing finished dealing with everything here, he ate some snacks and went back to find the apprentice he had abandoned.
However, he did not find a cheap apprentice in the same place.
Gu Yan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Ha, you've gotten bold, daring to leave all by yourself?
However, Gu Yanjing checked Su Youyi's location.
Surprisingly, he was at home.
When Gu Yanjing returned, he saw his wife sitting on the steps at the door. She was twenty years old, but she looked like an abandoned child, sitting there pitifully.
If there were a bowl in front of you and a stick next to you, passersby would probably be tempted to toss you a couple of coins.
The imagery was so vivid that Gu Yanjing couldn't resist throwing a luminous pearl the size of an eyeball in front of Su Youyi. It was bright green and looked rather ominous.
"Did Master give this to his disciple?" Su Youyi reached out and took it, looking up at the man standing in front of him.
In his memory, Feng Wuyai used to wear plain-colored clothes, and he looked like a refined and elegant immortal, not like a martial arts master in charge of a region. Instead, he resembled a sickly scholar.
Now, Gu Yanjing likes to wear red, and she is like fire. She looks cool, but she can ignite the wildest desires in people's hearts at any time.
For a moment, he acted impulsively.
He remembered that night...
"Take it if you like it." Gu Yan glanced at the thing.
Emmmm, in modern terms, this should be a highly radioactive mineral. Although it can glow, it's bad for your health.
Anyway, Su Youyi won't live long, so if you like it, go ahead and play with it. It won't kill him with radiation.
"Thank you, Master. Where did you go today? I've been looking for you for so long but haven't been able to find you." Su Youyi happily put away the beads, but didn't get up, remaining seated at the door.
They seemed to think that they wouldn't be allowed in until this matter was made clear today.
Gu Yanjing twitched his toes, as if he wanted to kick the person two miles away.
"I had to leave for a while because of something." Gu Yanjing turned his head, looking at the courtyard wall beside him, considering the possibility of going in.
"What is it?" Su Youyi probably realized that Gu Yanjing wanted to slip away, so she grabbed the hem of Gu Yanjing's clothes.
"It's nothing serious, I just went to see a few old friends. Get up and come inside. It's not proper for you to sit at the door." Gu Yanjing tugged at the hem of his clothes, feeling a bit of a headache.
Where did this stupid apprentice come from? He's such a troublemaker.
She's so pretentious, so jealous, and so prone to feigning weakness—it's just...unbelievable!
"Master has never taken me to see your old friends. Am I unworthy?" Su Yiyou refused to let go, looking up with a face full of sorrow.
Gu Yan suddenly realized that this guy might be using NetEase Cloud Music to suppress his depression.
I'm sorry for being born.
Gu Yanjing couldn't hold back and kicked the person over, sending him flying down the steps. Then he scurried into the room, slammed the door shut, and did it all in one smooth motion.
Screw NetEase Cloud Music.
He won't tolerate that.
At night, in the middle of the night, Gu Yanjing was half asleep when he felt someone climb onto his bed. He opened his eyes groggily and saw Lu Lingjun, dressed in blue, sitting on the bed with a bowl of chess pieces in his hand. His slender fingers were fiddling with the chess pieces in the basket, which looked quite eerie.
Gu Yan was so startled that his sleepiness vanished instantly, and he sat up abruptly.
"Why are you here?" It's just that you're using Su Youyi's name as a front.
"I missed Jiaojiao so much, so I came to see her." Lu Lingjun moved closer to the inside, his hand resting on Gu Yanjing's slightly open collar.
He tugged at it, but probably realized he couldn't pull it back, so after thinking for a moment, he just tore it open.
A body as smooth as ice and as fair as jade is nothing to boast about.
"You only brought a box of chess pieces to see me?" Gu Yanjing stared at the box of chess pieces and couldn't help but shrink back.
Now that he's in bed, he really can't muster any fierceness.
The conditions don't allow it.
"Didn't Jiaojiao play chess with someone today? She seemed to be having a lot of fun." Lu Lingjun casually placed the chess pieces beside his pillow and pulled Gu Yanjing over.
Gu Yanjing's face was blank: "Isn't Su Youyi your alter ego? Isn't she still you?"
Lu Lingjun rubbed Gu Yanjing's neck: "How could it be me? I haven't even received Jiaojiao's luminous pearl yet."
Gu Yanjing had a terrible headache. She pushed away Lu Lingjun, who was clinging to her, and desperately tried to back away.
However, Lu Lingjun was shameless, and when Gu Yanjing couldn't take it anymore, she was almost driven to tears.
"Jiaojiao, tell me, what did you and Gu Yuan talk about today? Why did you summon down all the old officials of the Heavenly Realm and send them to where?"
Lu Lingjun stroked Gu Yanjing's back, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and then stroked down his arched back.
It was filled with chess pieces.
The color is very appealing.
Gu Yanjing remained silent, so he took another one.
"Jiaojiao, we are Daoist partners, why did you hide it from me?" Lu Lingjun kissed Gu Yanjing's forehead, his voice gentle.
Gu Yanjing couldn't suppress her sobs and cried softly. When she spoke, her voice trembled: "Lu Lingjun, you bastard."
Lu Lingjun chuckled, picked her up, and said with heartache, "It's me, it's my fault, I'll make it up to you, Jiaojiao, don't be angry."
If I don't tell him, fine, he'll find out eventually.
He will be with Zhuque for the rest of his life, and no matter how much Zhuque hides from him, it will be useless.
Lu Lingjun finished eating and drinking and left, leaving Gu Yanjing alone. Gu Yanjing was so angry that he wanted to tear the house down. Then he saw Su Youyi carrying a chessboard, intending to cheer him up.
Then Su Youyi was inexplicably beaten up.
Su Youyi: ......
That beating was truly unjust.
Fortunately, it wasn't too serious; I only coughed for two days.
Gu Yanjing stayed at home, spending his days looking at the little yellow book, listening to Zhang Ling'er gossip about the city, and chatting with Nan Wan'er about the male lead's situation.
Life seemed even more comfortable than when he was at Fengming Gate. One day, while getting dressed, Gu Yanjing realized that he had gained weight and his clothes were too small.
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That evening, Gu Yanjing didn't eat the meal his apprentice had prepared. He sat alone in the courtyard for a long time, pondering why he had committed suicide.
The melancholic aura emanating from the internet was so frightening that Zhang Ling'er and Su Youyi squatted tremblingly to the side, afraid to eat or drink.
The stalemate was finally broken when Nan Wan'er, who had climbed over the wall intending to freeload, spoke up.
"Hey, why are you all squatting outside? Aren't you going to eat?"
Nan Wan'er stood on the wall, watching the three netizens, and her toes, which were about to jump down, immediately stopped.
While we were at it, we kicked the Devourer of Heaven off the other side of the wall as well.
Wait a minute, Your Majesty, the situation is not right. Don't rush into anything.
"Go ahead and eat," Gu Yan exclaimed, her mood low.
Zhang Ling'er quickly gave Nan Wan'er a look, asking her what exactly was going on.
Nan Wan'er was silent for a while, then suddenly jumped down, adopting the air of someone who had been through it all: "Your Majesty has gained weight, hasn't he? It's alright, I often gain weight too, but I lose it all back on my own after a few days. Don't worry, I have experience with this."
Then, Gu Yanjing glared at her and went back to his room without saying a word.
Everyone: ......
What exactly does this mean?
Fortunately, many things happened afterward, and Gu Yan was not depressed for long at all.
Although Nan Wan'er was used as a pretext this time, when Mo Lanzhi was recuperating, in order to recover faster, he sent people to rob a brothel.
Mo Lanzhi originally didn't plan to do anything, but after Qingrong made a suggestion, Mo Lanzhi acted as if he had lost his mind and actually took action.
As it turned out, that *** was of high status; he was the only son of the chief minister under the White Throne of Kyoto.
None of that is the most important thing. The most important thing is that this only son, my precious darling, my very eye, died that very night.
Regardless of the circumstances, Mo Lanzhi is the prime suspect in this matter.
Mo Lanzhi only learned what mistake he had made after receiving a message from Mo Qilan.
However, Mo Qilan also said in the letter that at this critical moment concerning the life and death of the martial arts world, she must distance herself from it.
Therefore, Mo Qilan asked Mo Lanzhi to seek help from Feng Wuyai.
During these five months, although Mo Qilan gave Bai Mengxian the title of legal wife, she did not dispel the original concubines and children as Yuan Cheng had done.
Even more so, because Bai Mengxian had wasted five years at Fengming Sect, damaging her appearance and making her look like someone in their forties or fifties, Mo Qilan woke up not long afterward.
He loved Bai Mengxian, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world back then, not this woman who was now faded and acted like a shrew.
From then on, Mo Qilan never saw Bai Mengxian again. If it weren't for Mo Lanzhi's determination, Bai Mengxian's life in the palace would probably have been even more difficult than it was in Fengming Sect.
However, Feng Wuyan...
Mo Lanzhi felt a surge of blood rush to her chest whenever she thought of those three words, and she couldn't relieve it.
He hates it.
He resented that Feng Wuyai treated him like a treasure and taught him everything he knew, yet he also resented that Feng Wuyai had abandoned him and his mother, leaving them to endure five years of being bullied by everyone in the mansion.
However, among all these people, Feng Wuyai was indeed the only one who treated him well, purely and without any selfish motives.
His father was kind to him because he could serve the government, because he was useful.
His mother was kind to him because he could win Mo Qilan's favor and make her life in the palace easier.
There was only one Feng Wuyai, and the reason for being kind to him was because he was a child, without asking for anything in return.
He hated Feng Wuyai, but he didn't want to implicate him.
"Let's go to Tiandu Mountain." Mo Lanzhi forced himself to sit up.
The poison in his body has been cleared, but he is covered in wounds and will need a long time to recover.
Fortunately, he also has a villa on Tiandu Mountain, which few people know about.
He can hide there.
"Young Master, the imperial court is about to arrive. We may not be able to leave now. Should we send a message to our brothers in the sect to come and meet us?"
A group of subordinates, unaware that Mo Lanzhi had been abandoned by Mo Qilan, looked out the window with some concern.
The imperial court's men were all around them, and they had quietly surrounded the villa where they were staying.
"No need. The court officials are keeping a close watch; they probably won't be able to get in. Let's take the secret passage in the other courtyard." Mo Lanzhi suppressed this suggestion and had someone help him up.
"By the way, where is Qingrong?" He was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by his subordinates, not Qingrong who had been by his side the whole time.
"I don't know either. I haven't seen Miss Qingrong all day. Perhaps she was too tired from taking care of the young master last night and hasn't gotten up yet. Young master, please go ahead. I'll go and call Miss Qingrong."
His subordinates pushed him from behind and explained.
Mo Lanzhi thought for a moment, nodded, and before leaving, he reminded him to make sure Qingrong was taken along.
In the dark secret passage, Mo Lanzhi looked at the exit she was about to reach and suddenly felt a pain in her heart.
"Stop." Mo Lanzhi pressed down on the armrest of the wheelchair.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" the subordinate behind him asked, puzzled.
"Where is Qingrong?" Mo Lanzhi raised his hand to cover his chest.
They jump very fast here.
His heart was pounding just as fast when he left Fengming Sect.
"Miss Qingrong hasn't followed yet; she might have fallen behind. The secret passage is dark and difficult to find. Young Master, let's go out first and then look for Miss Qingrong."
Mo Lanzhi shook his head, suddenly having a bad feeling: "Go, go out first and see what the situation is outside."
The subordinate was taken aback upon hearing this, then obediently went to open the mechanism of the secret passage and climbed up.
But as soon as he went up there, his head was chopped off and rolled in with a thud.
Mo Lanzhi's expression turned even uglier, and he immediately had someone push him back to the villa.
However, someone suddenly poured hot oil into the back and set it on fire, instantly turning the secret passage scorching hot.
This approach doesn't resemble the style of the imperial court; rather, it's more like the way martial arts world eliminates enemies completely.
Mo Lanzhi led his men back into the secret passage: "Where is Qingrong?"
This is the third time he has sought out Qingrong today.
Upon hearing this, the remaining subordinates went to search again, but after turning the entire villa upside down, they still couldn't find Qingrong. Finally, they could only return trembling and report back.
"Gone, ha, gone. She really hid it well. I never thought it was her." Upon hearing this, Mo Lanzhi smashed the cup in anger and vomited blood.
He cared deeply for Qingrong, never hiding anything from her in his plans or schemes. Little did he know, Qingrong was someone else's planted agent by his side.
How ridiculous!
Everything he trusted and everything he hoped for was a lie.
Now, they are isolated and helpless, seemingly facing a dead end.
In his current state, he is no longer able to break the deadlock.
In the courtyard south of the city, Lu Lingjun descended upon Su Youyi, or rather, directly replaced Su Youyi.
He was jealous.
He couldn't even kiss and hug his Daoist partner every day, but he could see his clone every day, which made him extremely angry.
Moreover, he really didn't want to care about those phoenixes in the Heavenly Realm anymore. Let the remains be remains; his biological father was already dead anyway. If those old fogies were so capable, let them really use his father's remains to grind his teeth.
It's okay for him to grind his teeth; his own father is completely dead and won't be brought back to life by anger.
Whether he survived or gained a biological father, it's a good thing he did.
"Mo Lanzhi is about to die, Zhuque really doesn't plan to go and see him?" Lu Lingjun poured Gu Yanjing a cup of fruit tea.
This was made by Nan Wan'er and Zhang Ling'er over the past few days.
There are only the two of them in the yard now.
They dared to cause trouble when it was Su Youyi, but now it's Lu Lingjun.
hehe.
The group slipped away in no time.
The real one is too much to handle, but the clone is much easier to bully.
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