Chapter 279 Jianghu (27) (Including a bonus chapter of 1000)
Zhang Ling'er stared longingly for a long time, but no one paid any attention to her, so she could only leave feeling wronged.
Meanwhile, Gu Yanjing, who remained inside, was applying medicine to Su Youyi.
When Su Youyi is alone, he can endure excruciating pain without uttering a sound. But when he's with Gu Yanjing, he acts like a spoiled girl. If Gu Yanjing touches him, he whimpers and cries out in pain, then leans into Gu Yanjing's arms.
"Sit still, don't lean into my arms, it'll be hard to apply the medicine." Gu Yanjing pushed Su Youyi away from his arms with a steely expression, and scolded her with a stern face.
"Master, this disciple is in pain and can't sit still. Master, can I lean on you?" Su Youyi was pushed away, but he shamelessly leaned closer again, looking at Gu Yanjing with pleading eyes.
"A real man stands tall and upright, not uttering a sound even with a knife stuck in his stomach. Look at yourself, what kind of person are you?" Gu Yanjing frowned as he looked at him.
What's with Su Youyi? Lu Lingjun isn't like this either. When Su Youyi was trapped in the territory of an ancient demon and almost died, Lu Lingjun came to save him. He had eighteen holes pierced all over his body, one of his arms was eaten, and his blue clothes were stained with blood. But when he saw Su Youyi, he could still smile and didn't cry out in pain. Later, when his arm almost didn't grow back, he didn't say anything.
How come she's changed her personality so much?
Lu Lingjun: If I knew how to cry, make a scene, and show weakness to soften your heart, I would definitely cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide every day.
"I'm a little delicate, Master. Please don't push me away. You've hurt my wound." Su Youyi rested her head on Gu Yanjing's neck, and her mouth could easily kiss his fair skin.
His heart warmed at the sight.
I really want to take a bite.
I want to turn this place into the most vibrant color.
"What kind of look is that? Don't you want your eyes anymore?" Gu Yanjing was applying medicine when she suddenly felt a heat on her neck. When she looked down, she met Su Youyi's audacious gaze.
The hand applying the medicine immediately became three times heavier, effectively nipping Su Youyi's romantic thoughts in the bud.
This time it really hurt. Su Youyi could only groan, "Master, it hurts, it hurts! Master, please be gentle. I was wrong. Please forgive me this time."
The voice was delicate and affected, making Zhang Ling'er, who had just finished fighting and was about to push the door open, shudder.
This person is still injured. How could Master do this? It's absolutely inhuman, Master.
What to do? Suddenly I feel sorry for Su Youyi, and I don't really want to kill him anymore.
Keep it so that Master can continue to torment it, hehehe.
It seems like it's not entirely unacceptable.
"Shut up, what are you yelling about? You're yelling like you're in heat, it's awful." Gu Yanjing couldn't take it anymore and slapped Su Youyi directly on the wound, making Su Youyi howl in pain.
Zhang Ling'er, outside, gripped her sword tightly in excitement. "Oh my god, Master is playing pretty wildly! Su Youyi is shouting so loudly, what on earth did he do?"
Oh no, I can't keep eavesdropping here, or she'll become anything but innocent.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ling'er picked up her sword and flew out again.
The Taoist priests, who had just been beaten to the ground, finally managed to rest for a while, but when they looked up, the female demon was back, and this time her face was even more ferocious than before.
Taoist priests: ...Damn it.
When the three of them left Wudang Mountain, Su Youyi was carried back in Gu Yanjing's arms.
Princess carry.
Zhang Ling'er, who was walking at the very back, found it too offensive to look at.
Su Youyi, who was being held in Gu Yanjing's arms, gave Zhang Ling'er a smug look, which made Zhang Ling'er so angry that she snapped the thick wooden stick in her hand in half.
I'm so angry, I want to beat that little bitch Su Youyi to death again.
Green tea bitch.
Lu Lingjun has memories of the Vermilion Bird Palace; in fact, he is more familiar with the Vermilion Bird Palace than with the Phoenix Clan's territory.
Lu Lingjun was chosen to accompany Gu Yanjing when he was young. He didn't stay in the Phoenix Clan as long as he did in the Heavenly Palace. Later, when Gu Yanjing opened the Vermilion Bird Palace, he stayed there to manage the palace affairs for Gu Yanjing.
On the surface, Mingyu is the chief steward of the Vermilion Bird Palace, but in reality, it is Lu Lingjun who handles everything.
Mingyu had been waiting for Gu Yanjing to return. When she saw Gu Yanjing carrying a mortal who looked exactly like Lu Lingjun but had no cultivation, she thought that Gu Yanjing and Lu Lingjun had broken up, and that Gu Yanjing couldn't bear to part with Lu Lingjun's good looks, so he found someone who looked exactly like Lu Lingjun to keep him company.
However, before he could even speak, Gu Yanjing had already thrown the person in his arms down.
"We've arrived. You can walk from here."
"Master, I've lost too much blood, I'm dizzy and can't walk." As soon as Su Youyi was put down, she leaned weakly into someone's arms.
Mingyu's jaw nearly dropped when he saw it.
This, this is definitely not His Majesty Lingjun. His Majesty Lingjun is such a strong person. He didn't even utter a sound when his arm was broken. If it weren't for His Majesty taking a branch from the Heavenly Tree to make a flesh-and-blood arm for His Majesty Lingjun, His Majesty Lingjun probably wouldn't even be able to use a sword.
How could someone so delicate be His Majesty Lingjun?
"If you can't walk, crawl back. I'm going back first. You're covered in blood and filthy. Don't lean on me. Let Mingyu take you to rest."
Gu Yanjing, without changing his expression, turned aside to avoid Su Youyi's leaning and said to Mingyu, "Take him to Baishu Palace."
Mingyu was taken aback, standing still with a look of fear on her face: "Your Majesty, Baishu Palace Qilan Residence is His Majesty Lingjun's sleeping quarters in the Vermilion Bird Palace." It's not appropriate to put this mortal there.
If His Majesty Emperor Lingjun happened to be here and saw this, wouldn't he kill this mortal?
Bai Shugong Qilanju is the palace closest to His Majesty Zhuque's main hall. Originally, His Majesty Zhuque intended to reserve this palace for his future empress.
As a result, somehow these words reached the ears of Emperor Lingjun, who then took the palace.
Yes, in the end, His Majesty Lingjun really did become His Majesty Zhuque's Empress, and that palace was indeed inhabited by Gu Yanjing's Empress.
However, after Gu Yanjing and Lu Lingjun got married, Lu Lingjun never lived in that palace again. He was always inseparable from Gu Yanjing until he was stabbed to death.
Oh, what a sad story.
"This is Lu Lingjun's clone. Are you blind? Can't you see?" Gu Yanjing glared impatiently at Mingyu, shook off the clingy Su Youyi, and quickly slipped away.
This was the first time he had ever seen Lu Lingjun with such a troublesome side; she really was like a mischievous little devil.
"Ah, this is... His Majesty Lingjun's clone?" Mingyu looked at Su Youyi with an embarrassed expression.
Gu Yanjing had already left, leaving him trembling as he faced Su Youyi.
Sure enough, as soon as Gu Yanjing left, Su Youyi's green tea bitch aura vanished completely. She straightened her back, wasn't afraid of bleeding, and glanced at Mingyu with an icy expression.
Well, that's so Lu Lingjun.
Mingyu almost collapsed to her knees.
Another day of kicking a steel elemental.
"Your Majesty Lingjun." Mingyu bowed her head and greeted Su Youyi.
“I am not Lu Lingjun, I am Su Youyi.” Upon hearing this, Su Youyi’s expression turned even colder.
The mental attack, like a block of ice, kept hitting Mingyu, making her shiver.
"Yes," Mingyu replied. "Xiaoxian, please take Young Master Su to Baishu Palace to rest."
Su shook his head: "No need, take me to the closest palace to Master."
Mingyu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It really was the same person; even their thoughts were exactly the same.
"Young Master Su, the closest courtyard to His Majesty is Bai Shu Palace."
“Then let’s clean up a side hall for Master, and I’ll move in there.” Su Yiyou pondered for a moment.
Mingyu paused for a moment, then softly agreed, "Yes."
Wow, this is such a sudden slap in the face.
The night passed without incident, and everyone seemed to have quieted down, but outside, chaos erupted overnight.
The next morning, the young emperor and the princes and dukes from all over received the news that the old emperor had died the night before, killed by Su Youyi, the eldest disciple of Feng Wuyai, the esteemed leader of the Fengming Sect.
Even more remarkably, last night a woman in red appeared and single-handedly defeated an entire mountain of Wudang disciples, infuriating the Wudang sect leader and elders to the point that they all went into seclusion.
It seemed as if he wouldn't leave seclusion until he broke through to a higher level in his lifetime.
This was naturally a plan devised to evade accountability from the imperial court.
However, they did not expect that three days later, the imperial court would still send troops to wipe out Wudang Mountain. Such a large martial arts sect vanished from the martial arts world in a single day.
This immediately put a group of martial arts sects on alert, who had originally planned to watch the show.
Previously, they had watched the imperial court struggle against Fengming Sect for a month without success, and frankly, they looked down on the imperial court quite a bit. However, they did not expect that it was not that the imperial court was incompetent, but rather that Fengming Sect was too strong.
If the imperial court could wipe out Wudang Mountain, a place with a history of thousands of years, in a single day, it could certainly destroy all these sects as well.
After all, not everyone is as powerful and fierce as the Phoenix Cry Sect.
Gu Yanjing waited for Su Youyi to recover from her injuries, and stayed in the Vermilion Bird Palace for the past few days without going out.
There are also many books in the Vermilion Bird Palace, but Gu Yanjing rarely reads them. They were all arranged by Lu Lingjun. Some were just for show, while others were prepared for his subordinates.
There were also some ancient books that Lu Lingjun had somehow found.
These past few days he's been squatting in the library looking at these little-known ancient books, many of which date back to the prehistoric era.
However, even if there are ancient books from that period inside, karmic retribution only came into existence after the emergence of the Heavenly Dao, and these ancient books all record it.
Gu Yanjing searched for six days but found nothing, so he had to give up and leave the Vermilion Bird Palace with his men.
The death of the old emperor has been brewing for six days, which has truly turned the martial arts world and the imperial court upside down. In just a few days, the number of troops outside Fengming Gate has doubled, and it is clear that they are about to collapse.
Many smaller sects were also implicated, or perhaps it was premeditated, and they were wiped out.
This caused many martial arts sects to complain about the Phoenix Cry Sect, all hating Su for intentionally killing the old emperor, giving the court an excuse to take action against the martial arts world.
However, the imperial court is not in a good position either. The young emperor is still very young, while the other princes are all grown up and very powerful. The three princes reached an agreement at the beginning to lock up the young emperor first, and then they began to fight each other.
The imperial court was also embroiled in bloodshed.
Gu Yanjing was still thinking about the chef in Fengming Sect who cooked very well, so he led his men back.
Inside the forbidden area of the palace, a man in black pushed a man in a wheelchair to the young emperor, who had been starving for three days.
Mo Lanzhi was in the wheelchair.
"Is Your Majesty hungry?" Mo Lanzhi held a bowl of simple, plain noodles in his hands. Although it was plain and simple, it was very fragrant.
The little emperor on the ground, who was starving, mistook it for a hallucination caused by hunger.
"Who are you?" But after looking closely, he realized it was indeed a person, holding a bowl of noodles.
The key point is the surface.
"I'm here to rescue His Majesty. Would His Majesty like some noodles?" Mo Lanzhi gestured to the guards behind him to push him in front of the young emperor.
Another guard helped the young emperor up and placed him on the chair that had been brought over.
"I want to eat it." The little emperor looked at the dish, greedily licking his lips. His lips were dry and cracked, bleeding. Each lick left his mouth with a metallic taste and a burning pain.
"Then Your Majesty must acknowledge me as your teacher. After I help Your Majesty regain power, you shall appoint me as the Imperial Preceptor and make my religion the state religion."
Mo Lanzhi picked up his chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the bowl. Instantly, the aroma filled the air and touched everyone's hearts.
The little emperor was practically drooling, but he still forced himself to scrutinize Mo Lanzhi.
He was in a wheelchair, looked disabled, exuded an evil aura, and had bodyguards behind him, making him seem like a difficult person to deal with.
"Who are you?"
The young emperor swallowed hard.
"Young Master, it's Mo Lanzhi." Mo Lanzhi spoke frankly and openly, completely concealing his identity.
He doesn't really care about his identity now; whether he's Mo Lanzhi or Feng Lanzhi, he's still himself.
Both his fathers and his mother abandoned him.
If he hadn't kept a backup plan, and if Feng Wuyai hadn't saved him back then, he probably would have died in the villa long ago, at Qingrong's hands.
He never imagined that Qingrong was someone sent by his brother; so many people had been deceiving him.
He will never trust women again in his life.
"You want to wreak havoc on the world? You're dreaming! Even if I die, I will not allow you to eat a single bite of my noodles."
Ah, I heard they're not good people. They live outside the Western Regions and love to rob things in the Central Plains. If it weren't for the border sects guarding the borders, they probably would have already extended their reach into the heart of the Central Plains.
Upon hearing Mo Lanzhi's identity, the young emperor immediately became assertive.
But he still drank the whole bowl of water with the help of the guard.
Even if you're not full from food, at least you can drink enough water to last a couple more days.
Maybe, just maybe someone will save him. Maybe his father has someone outside who's about to burst in and take him away.
"Who said I want to wreak havoc on the world? What do I need the world for? I just want to use His Majesty for my own purposes. I will help His Majesty regain power, and His Majesty will help me to fight our way back to the capital."
Mo Lanzhi chuckled softly, forcing herself to stand up from her wheelchair.
His injuries were still severe, and his entire body needed to regrow. He was in pain and itchy every day, and the discomfort kept him awake at night.
But he is still alive.
He wanted to live, to go back and kill Qingrong, to kill his brothers who coveted his position, and even to kill his father who abandoned him and his mother who used him.
He prefers to be alone and no longer believes in so-called love.
"Why do you want to return to **? Aren't you the young master of **?" The little emperor stared at the bowl of noodles, unable to stop drooling.
Sigh, plain water isn't filling at all; I still crave delicious noodles.
"I am the young master of **, but they abandoned me. Now, like His Majesty, I have nothing left." Mo Lanzhi lowered his eyes, thinking about how to kill those people from ** to vent his anger.
The young emperor was still just a child. Seeing Mo Lanzhi's expression, he thought Mo Lanzhi was sad and couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.
This person, like myself, is helpless and has nothing.
The young emperor lowered his guard, his eyes still fixed on the bowl of noodles, his mouth practically watering.
I'm so hungry, I really want to eat.
"If Your Majesty has thought it through, then this bowl of noodles belongs to Your Majesty. I only hope that Your Majesty will remember the taste of this bowl of noodles. Although this bowl of noodles is rough, it is something that thousands of ordinary people dare not even dream of. I also hope that Your Majesty will cherish your people in the future."
Mo Lanzhi handed the bowl in his hand to the little emperor.
However, the young emperor was too weak to hold the bowl.
Mo Lanzhi smiled, picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, and fed it to the little emperor.
"Your Majesty, have you thought this through? Once you eat this bowl of noodles, you'll be on my pirate ship."
The young emperor looked at the noodles, but didn't take a bite: "Are you really sure you won't bring chaos to the world?"
Mo Lanzhi smiled and shook his head, somewhat helplessly: "Do I have a problem with the common people? Why would I want to cause chaos among them?"
The young emperor looked at the noodles, then at the green-clad figure in front of him, and his nose suddenly stung with tears. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he hurriedly lowered his head, munching on the noodles that Mo Lanzhi had picked up.
The most basic plain noodles, with absolutely no oil or scallions, were brought in cold and had clumped up after all that talking. They didn't look good and didn't taste good either.
However, it was this bowl of noodles that saved his life. This bowl of noodles was something that many ordinary people could not afford; they could only gnaw on tree roots and eat tree bark.
Thinking of this, the little emperor's tears fell into the noodles with a plop.
This noodle smells so good, it's so delicious.
After feeding the little emperor a bowl of noodles, Mo Lanzhi sighed and had someone take him to rest.
The child is too young, only thirteen years old. There are many things he cannot get involved in, and even if his brothers fight, he can only be imprisoned here.
When Gu Yanjing received the message from the palace, he couldn't help but frown: "Has the male lead learned his lesson this time? He didn't go astray."
Gu Yanjing handed the letter to Nan Wan'er, who was standing beside him.
Nan Wan'er glanced at it but couldn't make out anything. She didn't recognize the characters in this world. After thinking for a moment, she gave the letter to Tun Tian.
*Sobbing* I never imagined that after graduating from university, she would be illiterate in ancient times. It's so tough.
Tuntian read the words on the letter to Nan Wan'er, but Nan Wan'er couldn't understand them.
"What is the male lead trying to do?"
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