At that time, his merits will be recorded again.
The gray-robed Taoist priest took out a small paper packet from his sleeve. The packet was only the size of a thumbnail and contained yellow powder.
It took him decades of effort to grind this small amount of material into a fine powder.
This powder contains the stamens of the red spider lily, the spirit seeds of Penglai, a little dragon scale powder that he had painstakingly obtained, and dozens of other rare materials.
The stamens of the red spider lily have a corrosive effect, the immortal energy of the Penglai Spirit Child will imprison her demonic power, and the dragon scales are sacred objects. Using these to deal with a great demon like the Painted Skin who has cultivated for thousands of years is the most effective.
The gray-robed Taoist held the paper package in his hands, raising them high so that the young emperor at the head of the table could see it clearly.
"This is a medicine that I have painstakingly developed. If His Majesty changes his mind, just put this packet of powder into Empress Wang's food. It will make her unconscious for a few days. Then His Majesty can summon me."
The person sitting up did not make a sound or any movement.
The gray-robed Taoist waited patiently; if the other party didn't directly refuse, it meant that his heart was wavering.
After a long while, the gray-robed Taoist's hands were getting tired, and finally the young emperor spoke, "Accept it."
The eunuch who was serving nearby stepped forward, took the packet of powder, and handed it to Wei Qin.
Wei Qin held the small packet of powder between his fingers. "Send him out."
"yes."
The eunuch walked up to the gray-robed Taoist priest and led the way for him, saying, "Taoist priest, this way please."
When Shu Yun arrived, Feng Ziyi was sitting in the courtyard in a daze. He had dismissed all the servants in the mansion, so there was no one to remind him that someone had come to the mansion.
He sat quietly alone on a stone bench in the courtyard, a map spread out on the stone table in front of him, with several places circled on it.
Suixian, Zaoyang, Pingyang, Yingdu...
The two places of Sui and Zao have fallen into the hands of the Jing Kingdom, which suddenly intervened. Pingyang was also captured half a month ago. Now the Chu army's northward march has reached Yingdu.
Shu Yun sat down next to him without making a sound to disturb him.
Two or three months ago, she accompanied Feng Ziyi to the Wang family's extravagant and crowded banquet. Expensive jade tables and gold cups, along with spring snow, were casually placed on the corridor, and golden flowers were blooming in a grand and spectacular manner.
Looking back now, that kind of extravagant lifestyle might also be a symbol of a prosperous and peaceful nation.
Many nobles and princes in the capital were secretly contacting people from the State of Chu, trying to pay money to ensure their safety. Some clever people knew that their lives were uncertain after the fall of the kingdom, so they did not expect to make a living under the tyrannical King of Chu, but instead turned to remote areas where no one cared.
Shu Yun had only ever seen the change of dynasties in plays. When she was undergoing her tribulation as a mortal, it was a prosperous era, and all she thought about all day was romance and love.
Because of Feng Ziyi's translation, she also experienced it firsthand.
"Miss Wan Yang..."
Shu Yun rested her elbows on the stone table, her chin on her palms, and tilted her head to look at him.
Feng Ziyi was in low spirits. "Does Miss Wan Yang have a motherland?"
She had her hair held in place with a wooden hairpin, looking neat and tidy, with a vibrant red camellia at the corner of her eye. "Why do you ask that?"
The girl in front of him was exceptionally beautiful, a rare sight in the world. Her eyes seemed to be filled with ice and snow. Although she looked unapproachable and cold, Feng Ziyi felt very grateful to her for paving the way for him all this time.
He looked up at the churning clouds on the horizon, “Because although the girl was in the mortal world, she gave Ziyi a sense of transcendence. Despite so many hardships and an unpredictable future, why would anyone be so indifferent?”
The clouds above were pressed very low, as if pedestrians on the road could reach out and touch them. In the blue sky, where Feng Ziyi was looking, the clouds broke into strands of cloud wisps that rolled up and stretched in the atmosphere, like a waterfall of clouds, with the texture of flowing water. The cloud waterfall came to the horizon like silk.
He looked at the flower at the corner of the girl's eye, "Unless you are very sure that you have the ability to protect yourself in this chaotic world no matter what."
Because she traveled freely through every street without any attempt to conceal her presence, rumors spread throughout the capital that a monster lived in Shanhai Street, with a stunningly beautiful appearance and exquisite manners, and a flower-like bloom at the corner of her eye, resembling a red camellia.
So, as the saying goes, "three men make a tiger," and one person tells another, until it's finally confirmed that she's a spirit born from a camellia flower. Her house gate is covered with yellow talismans, leaving her both amused and exasperated.
"What? You also think I'm a monster and want to call a Taoist priest to exorcise me?"
Shu Yun's tone was languid.
Feng Ziyi stared at her intently, then shook his head solemnly, “On the contrary, I think… if Miss Wan Yang is a monster, it’s a good thing.”
Shu Yun became interested and looked forward to what he would say.
Feeling a little embarrassed by her staring so intently, Feng Ziyi said, "I just think it's hard for girls to make a living in chaotic times. If you're a monster, you don't need to be afraid of these things."
No wonder old man Nanpu was worried about his tribulation this time; the destiny book of the God of Fate actually arranged such a personality for this kid in this life.
If such a kind personality can remain consistent, that's fine. But if something changes along the way, even a single drop of ink can mix into a heart as clear as water, and melanin will spread to every corner.
When this mortal life ends and Feng Ziyi's character changes, his immortal body will be easily exploited by his inner demons and he will fall into the demonic path.
Shu Yun withdrew her gaze. "Have you made arrangements for your family? Your reputation is quite great now. It's hard to guarantee that the King of Chu won't want to recruit you. He might use your family's lives as leverage, and you'll have no choice but to comply."
"They've all been settled at the address you gave me. There are indeed far fewer bandits there, and many servants have been left to protect them."
As long as you settle down at the address she provided, there shouldn't be any problems. After all, she pried those addresses out of Si Ming one by one.
"The Chu army will arrive at the imperial city gates the day after tomorrow. Pack your things and come with me."
Shu Yun pulled a letter from her sleeve. It was a promise she made with him about where they would go after the fall of Lan Dynasty. She was afraid that he would suddenly tell her that he wanted to live and die with Lan Dynasty.
As if knowing what she was thinking, Feng Ziyi said helplessly, "Ziyi won't go back on her promise."
Shu Yun put the letter away. "That's more like it."
"Meet at midnight tomorrow, three kilometers west of the Imperial City, and we will depart."
A month has passed, and before leaving Lanchao, she needs to retrieve her flute and also visit the demonic cultivator she finds quite interesting.
Feng Ziyi was still somewhat downcast, her tone muffled, "Hmm..."
Shu Yun suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, Jiang Yan is with us."
"Um……"
Feng Ziyi was stunned.
"What?!"
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