Chapter 166: Wen Zhong Dies at Juelong Ridge. Dawn is breaking...
The morning light is just breaking, and the mist is condensing into frost.
As the red sun in the east passed over the horizon, the cry of a kite rang out, waking up another morning.
Jin Zha and Mu Zha each found a place to practice their boxing and weapons for an hour, then found some fresh water to wash up, and then met in the martial arts field.
Huang Tianhua, Wei Hu, and Yang Ren had all arrived. The two brothers went over to greet everyone. Looking around, they couldn't see their third brother, so they asked Huang Tianhua, who had the best relationship with Nezha, "Tianhua, have you seen Nezha?"
"No." Huang Tianhua said, "He shouldn't be back yet."
Jin Zha was stunned: "Where did he go?"
"Where else can you go? What were you doing so early in the morning? Aren't we all the same as brothers?" Huang Tianhua just felt that he was confused.
Jin Zha shook his head and said with certainty, "That's not right. Nezha's tent is right next to mine, and he didn't go back last night."
Mu Zha glanced at him with disapproval, feeling that his elder brother shouldn't reveal his younger brother's whereabouts. But Jin Zha was too careless to notice his glance.
"You didn't go back?" Huang Tianhua, who was also quite carefree, was startled and almost shouted out without controlling his voice. "Nothing will happen, right?"
Huang Feihu, who was walking over with his second and third sons, heard this and asked casually, "Who hasn't gone home? What happened?" Huang Tianhua hurried forward and saluted, "Greetings to father."
Jin Zha and others were all Huang Tianhua's fellow apprentices, so they naturally gave face to Huang Feihu when they met him. Even though Huang Feihu was Wen Zhong's disciple and their nephew, they all bowed to him.
Huang Feihu did not dare to be arrogant, and hurriedly returned the greetings one by one. He asked Huang Tianhua to stand up, and looked around. He saw that several third-generation disciples of the Chan sect were there, but Nezha was missing. He understood what was going on.
Huang Tianlu and Huang Tianjue had already gathered around their eldest brother, trying to get Huang Tianhua to teach them some tricks. This kind of thing had happened many times since Huang Feihu and his family fled to Xiqi, and Huang Tianhua was really annoyed.
"Why don't you go find Tianxiang?"
Huang Tianxiang is the son of Huang Feihu's younger brother Huang Gun, and the cousin of Huang Tianhua's third brother. Although he is only eight years old, he is born with supernatural powers. He has been practicing with Huang Feihu since he was a child and is much stronger than Huang Tianlu and Huang Tianjue.
Although they both had solid martial arts skills, their cultivation aptitude was mediocre. Every time Huang Tianhua fed them a move, they had to restrain themselves.
He was a naturally unrestrained person, and he was not willing to suffer such torture for a long time even if it was his own brother.
Huang Tianjue said, "Tianxiang always loses his strength. Every time we spar, he gets injured, and every time he gets injured, it takes a long time to recover. Now that the war is imminent, what if he can't make it in time due to recovery?"
Huang Tianhua was so angry and confident that he laughed: "So you guys are just bullying me because I know how to use my power?"
He waved his hand and stepped back a few steps: "No, don't bother me, or I will hurt you and make you unable to catch up with the battle."
The two brothers looked at each other, and Huang Tianlu eagerly called out, "Big Brother."
Huang Tianjue followed: "Brother~"
The two men each held onto their elder brother, exchanging glances and sweet nothings. Huang Tianhua eventually lost himself in the constant "big brother" calls and went to find an open space to teach his two younger brothers some tricks.
Huang Feihu saw it, smiled and twirled his beard, and nodded almost imperceptibly.
As an old father, he would rather see his sons being friendly and respectful to each other than seeing them achieve success.
After all, the wealth and glory of the Huang family was at its peak when it came to him. Even if he made many contributions, Ji Fa would never give up the position of the common ruler of the world to his family.
When I came to my senses, I saw several teenagers still discussing Nezha. Among them, Jin Zha was the most active, and he was urging everyone to help him find his brother.
Huang Feihu shook his head and reminded him, "Nezha has always been very close to Master Dai. It's very likely that he's with Master Dai. Master Dai has a high level of cultivation and martial arts skills. With her around, Nezha will be fine."
Jin Zha was fussing: "Even if I'm with Master Dai, I can't... umm?"
——Second brother, why are you covering my mouth?
Although Mu Zha was the younger brother, he was more composed than Jin Zha. He manually stopped Jin Zha from speaking without restraint and solemnly thanked Huang Feihu: "Thank you, King Wucheng, for the reminder."
Huang Feihu pretended he hadn't noticed anything and waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's okay, it's just a piece of cake."
Mu Zha nodded to everyone, still covering Jin Zha's mouth, and pulled his elder brother away.
He had to find a place where there was no one and have a good talk with his elder brother - although it was true that his younger brother did not return home at night, he couldn't yell at him like that.
——Don’t you have any face, little brother?
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When Nezha and Fuli returned hand in hand in the morning light, they were greeted by the unified and meaningful looks of understanding from their fellow disciples.
It was obvious that they all saw through something.
But Nezha didn't feel embarrassed at all. He proudly straightened his chest and tried his best to reveal the red mark that was mostly covered by his collar.
He didn't feel embarrassed, so the shrewd Fu Li would naturally not feel embarrassed either.
Fu Li calmly greeted all the disciples of the Chan Sect, gently instructed Nezha in front of everyone, and then said goodbye and left.
As soon as she left, everyone rushed in, surrounding Nezha. Jin Zha was even more anxious than Huang Tianhua, and asked first, "Nezha, you and Master Dai..."
Wherever Nezha looked, he saw a circle of curious babies. He suddenly felt a sense of superiority, like a winner in life, facing a group of single people.
"Ahem!" He straightened his collar pretentiously, pretending to be calm. "As you can see."
Everyone's eyes were drawn to his fingers and fixed on the faint red mark on his collar, which made them look very shocked.
Mu Zha raised an eyebrow, not wanting to see him getting carried away, and sneered, "Why, aren't you very good at pretending in front of Master Dai? Why aren't you pretending in front of us?"
Nezha said firmly: "Second brother, you are just jealous of me."
Mu Zha rolled his eyes at him, feeling that there was no way for someone like him, who was devoted to the Dao, to connect with someone like him, who was obsessed with love, so he simply ignored him.
But Jin Zha and Huang Tianhua were very supportive, curiously surrounding Nezha and asking him questions, giving him plenty of room to show off. Yang Ren and Wei Hu, though not as lively as the other two, would also occasionally let out an exclamation of admiration and offer a little support.
This made Mu Zha very confused: How could a person jump out like this? And it would be fine if it was just one person jumping out, but how could a group of jumping ghosts gather together?
At this moment, the sound of drums suddenly rang out. Mu Zha's expression became stern. "The central army tent is beating drums to gather the generals. Let's go over quickly."
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Perhaps the luck of the Shang Dynasty had really run out. Even though Wen Zhong had a wide circle of friends and invited many fellow Taoists to help, he could only delay the situation slightly but could not stop the magnificent trend.
Jiang Ziya knew full well that as long as Wen Zhong was around, Ji Zhou could not launch a counterattack with peace of mind. However, considering the interests of his fellow disciples, he hesitated again and again and could not make up his mind.
Fu Li saw through it and approached him privately, asking, "Ziya, what are you hesitating about?"
Jiang Ziya hesitated and said, "Uncle Wen Zhong is a fellow disciple after all, and he was kind to me in my early years. A favor to me is a favor to me. How can I bear to repay a favor with hatred?"
Fu Li said seriously, "Since you remember his kindness to me, if you want to repay him, you should first understand what he wants."
Jiang Ziya asked, "What is it?"
Fu Li sighed softly and said quietly, "Even a clay pot is bound to break by the well, and a general is bound to die on the battlefield. For a general, dying on the battlefield is the best fate."
Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to see their hair turn white in the world.
Preventing a veteran general from realizing his ambitions is more cruel than killing him.
Jiang Ziya seemed to be lost in thought. After a moment, his expression became clear. He finally asked, "If I kill Wen Zhong on the battlefield, will it cause trouble for you?"
Fu Li smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Sister Jin Ling is a reasonable person. She had already predicted what would happen to Senior Brother Wen."
Jiang Ziya bowed and said, "Disciple understands."
He had been thinking about Wen Zhong's matter for a very long time. Once he made up his mind, he had already chosen a burial place for Wen Zhong.
——Juelong Ridge!
Fu Li respected Wen Zhong, and because of that respect, she respected his choices. Precisely because of her respect for this opponent, she could not be merciless on the battlefield, otherwise it would be humiliating.
After a month of planning, Wen Zhong died on Juelong Ridge. Before the Investiture of the Gods could react, Fu Li took away his soul and personally sent it back to Jin'ao Island.
Whether to reincarnate and cultivate again, or to be included in the List of Gods, all depends on Wen Zhong's soul regaining consciousness and letting him make the decision himself.
"Disciple Fu Li, I pay my respects to Master Jin Ling."
She met the Holy Mother of Jinling in the Shangqing Hall, with Kong Xuan beside her. Seeing her coming, Kong Xuan had guessed something and, making up an excuse, retreated with a few water and fire boys, leaving the venue to the two of them.
The Golden Spirit Mother stood up and walked over. Fu Li handed over the jade token that nurtured Wen Zhong's soul: "Uncle Master, this is Senior Brother Wen Zhong."
She was usually very eloquent, but at this moment, she only had one sentence: "Master, I am so sad."
The Golden Spirit Mother took a deep breath, her eyes reddened as she smiled. She reached out to take the jade token and gently stroked it, muttering to herself, or perhaps speaking to Fu Li, "I anticipated this outcome. This was his own choice. My disciple is incredibly stubborn. Once he's made up his mind, even ten oxen can't change him."
Fu Li knew that she didn't need anyone to reply, so she just listened quietly and listened to the Golden Spirit Mother talk about Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong is the second generation of the human race. When the previous generations of humans were born, they had an innate energy in their bodies. Even if they did not practice cultivation, they could live peacefully for three to five hundred years.
The Golden Spirit Mother transformed herself into a witch and traveled among the human race. When she arrived at the Lieshan tribe, she saw Wen Zhong, who had the third eye on his forehead, at a glance.
She was delighted at the sight of an opportunity and took Wen Zhong in as her disciple, teaching him carefully.
Wen Zhong was her first and only disciple. The Golden Spirit Holy Mother cherished him very much and did not stop him from helping Shang Tang destroy Xia.
Now, six hundred years have passed, and there is finally a result.
In fact, the Golden Spirit Holy Mother was relieved.
She talked a lot that day, and Fu Li stayed with her for a long time until Nezha came over.
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