540 A family that accumulates good deeds will have abundant blessings.
In an instant, the person shot off like an arrow, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, leaving only the flash of the blade, crisp and cold, as piercing as shattering ice crystals.
A green bamboo and a golden osmanthus tree stood in the courtyard, one in front and one behind, and the silent sound of the knife was frozen in the long river of time.
They stood one after the other, maintaining that final posture, motionless, as if time had stopped flowing at that moment.
Just moments before, the bamboo leaves were still lush and green, seemingly swaying gently in the breeze. The osmanthus, on the other hand, was like a shy and beautiful maiden kissed by the sun. But now, they were all enveloped in this momentary silence, everything completely still.
One blow and he was dead, with no chance of survival.
In the blink of an eye, the blade flashed, and the deathly aura seemed to vanish instantly. The lifeless bamboo and osmanthus trees regained their proud vitality, and the breeze, no longer afraid, resumed its gentle swaying as it had moments before.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Silently, the leaves drifted down lightly, each one seemingly carrying a sense of reluctance and longing. The golden osmanthus blossoms were even more precious, releasing a faint fragrance as they fell, as if leaving behind a final scent before bidding farewell to this world.
The ground in the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of bamboo leaves and osmanthus flowers, which was both beautiful and desolate, as if it had just gone through a serious illness.
Only the bamboo leaves and flowers that still stand upright on the branches remain, swaying gently in the breeze, as if reminiscing about the beautiful past.
The divine power derived from the perfected swordsmanship seemed to cleave time itself in two, obliterating the mortal realm, and slowing down even the passage of time. But it also interrupted Elder Yun's state of enlightenment. He reluctantly and gently awoke.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with satisfaction and no regrets, yet also with a hint of reluctance. In a state of sudden enlightenment, he found himself in the torrent of time, experiencing the pinnacle of swordsmanship. The sword was like him, and he was like the sword; man and sword were no longer one.
The knife in his hand hummed softly, as if they were inseparable, the knife moving with his heart, as if connected by blood.
With a thought, the knife in his hand shot out, as if all the power had gathered on the blade, ready to unleash earth-shattering power.
In the instant the blade flashed, the boulder in the courtyard, the target in my mind, seemed to sense the threat of death. The blade, like a bolt of lightning, ripped through the silence of the night sky and rushed straight towards the boulder.
The collision of the blade and the boulder produced a low, muffled sound, like a pebble falling into a lake. But the boulder shattered instantly under the blade's flash, the fragments flying out and crashing to the ground with a dull thud.
After striking the boulder, the blade did not stop. Instead, it slashed even more fiercely at the next target, the artificial hill, as if it were invincible and unstoppable. Just as it was about to hit the target, the blade returned as it wished.
The blade hummed softly, as if responding gently.
Old Master Yun gently stroked his beloved knife, his eyes showing a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly, "In his youth, he was stubborn and self-reliant; in middle age, he slew demonic dragons; following the Holy Emperor, he was invincible; and now, as he nears his grave, he's actually benefiting from his daughter's good fortune, with a promising future ahead. What could be better in life than this?"
Looking up at the bright moon, I feel a chill in the air.
He whispered, "Your Majesty, I can hardly guess what your plans are, but times have changed, and I don't think you will blame or care about my choice."
In your eyes, those who don't become saints are nothing but ants.
Looking out at the bustling royal city and then at the orchids gathering strength in the courtyard, he knew in his heart that the Holy Emperor had never cared much about the thoughts of his subordinates, because those who disobeyed had already been sent away with a single punch.
Absolute strength is the only absolute guarantee. You must listen to what I say. (A soft sigh.)
A hundred generations of prosperity vanish in a single day; who is not a passerby? A thousand autumns of bright moon and the cold sound of horns; the flowers are the true masters.
Inside the jade bottle, there was also a Dragon Blood Rice, two Spirit Wheat Grains, and four Heart-Cleansing Tea Leaves.
A slight pang of heartache shot through her, and she thought to herself, 'This "Refreshing Tea" is more like an "Enlightenment Tea" than a simple "Treating Tea." Her daughter possesses such a treasure; it's a blessing for her kind heart. A family that accumulates good deeds will have abundant blessings.'
She nodded inwardly, satisfied with her son-in-law. If... well, never mind.
Night had fallen. In some parts of the royal city, it was pitch black, and the weary travelers were already asleep. In other places, however, the lights shone brightly, and the people who had spent the day enjoying themselves were still asleep.
They continued their revelry, amidst the gambling dens, brothels, and pleasure boats, a cacophony of voices, including some unpleasant ones.
With sword at my side, I stepped forward. The night was deep, the dew was cold, and there were few people around. I quietly opened the door and went out.
"General Yun." The two guards, clad in armor and wielding long spears, bowed slightly and respectfully.
He nodded slightly and said with a soft laugh, "Old Wei, Little Tang, you've worked hard. Thank you for your night watch."
"General, you flatter me. This is our duty. If you need anything, please give the order and we will do it immediately." Old Wei, who was a bit older but had bright eyes and a distinct scar under his left eyebrow, quickly bowed and responded with admiration.
Xiao Tang's face flushed slightly, and she looked a little shy. She quickly nodded in agreement.
Elder Yun smiled slightly. At this moment, his body had returned to its prime, and a surge of heroic spirit filled his heart. The Red Kingdom was ambitious, and the Qi Kingdom was also gradually falling into war. Meanwhile, his own place had been peaceful for about twenty years, but now he felt a sense of unease.
In Lianshan County of Qi State, a man-made disaster and a cult incident occurred. Apart from a few top cultivators and martial artists who escaped, everyone else, regardless of their wealth or poverty in life, perished in the face of death.
It can be said that it terrified many people, filling them with fear and dread, just like the veterans and new recruits in front of them, who were naturally much stronger than ordinary people and martial artists.
However, if one encounters evil spirits, one naturally hopes that the person behind them is someone fearsome, in order to have a chance of survival.
After all, any organized group would think twice before angering a Martial Emperor. The common people are like leeks; losing one or two wouldn't affect the overall situation. Otherwise, if the strong fought to the death, the cultists would also suffer heavy casualties.
Both sides seem to have a tacit understanding to avoid a life-or-death struggle. It's out of necessity, or perhaps because they don't want to. There's no end to it. Immortality and power are always so fascinating.
Elder Yun nodded and whispered, "Prepare the car. Go to Old Ghost's place last year, and summon Qiang Guo as well. Don't cause too much disturbance."
Old Wei cautiously looked around, nodded quickly, and strode into the darkness. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a carriage slowly approached. It was an exquisite wooden carriage with a simple yet noble air.
The carriage shafts and horse harnesses were all gold, gleaming in the darkness. Two strong horses led the carriage, their postures upright and their coats glossy.
What catches the eye is the silk curtains, painted in gold, with the prominent gold character for "cloud".
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