541 Your son thanks you, Father.
The lanterns swayed gently in the night breeze, making a soft sound. They were made of bamboo and covered with a layer of translucent red paper. Inside, red candles burned, emitting a faint and warm light.
The carriage and the surrounding lanterns complemented each other, and the golden light seemed to bathe the entire street, as if the whole street was covered by this soft golden holy light. Elder Yun was traveling openly and honestly.
Behind the carriage, a squad of guards, clad in heavy black armor and wielding long spears, moved in unison, bowing respectfully and exchanging glances, all paying homage to Elder Yun. It seemed that being Elder Yun's guard was an immense honor.
Old Master Yun nodded slightly in response, a hint of undisguised pride in his eyes. He couldn't help but think to himself, 'I'm just a worldly person after all. But so be it.'
Old Wei lifted the curtain, and Old Yun, without any ceremony, lightly floated up and slowly entered.
Old Wei skillfully flicked the reins, and the carriage chugged forward. On the carriage, the large character "Yun" (cloud) resembled a torch lit in the night, exceptionally clear. The guards behind quickly split into two groups, escorting the carriage from the front and back.
In the night, the guards on their orderly night patrol noticed that Elder Yun's carriage was particularly conspicuous from afar. They stood silently and quietly without approaching to question him.
A storm is brewing, and the winds are howling. Someone like Elder Yun, with his profound knowledge of the capital, upright character, and honest conduct, is a general under the Holy Emperor. He is never afraid of power, nor is he swayed by personal gain.
Although he is now in decline and has retired from the military, his life has been full of legendary stories, and now he has a son-in-law like Lord He.
If the royal city were to face a crisis, how many people would step forward without hesitation? If there are indeed a few, Elder Yun would probably be one of them.
Moreover, the fierce soldiers in the surrounding army are not to be trifled with. The royal city is currently in turmoil, and anyone with even a little information knows that this is the best time before the storm.
If war breaks out, life will be difficult, and death will be difficult as well.
A complex emotion welled up within him. The strong, the orderly strong, in chaotic times, the madman of the sword commands awe—a fact known throughout the land. How could he possibly remain silent?
The carriage moved quickly and at a steady pace, arriving at the gate of the Nian residence.
Several lanterns illuminated the entrance, revealing an elderly man in gleaming armor, never leaving his body, his spear never leaving his hand. He waited calmly, while half a step behind him stood the composed yet somewhat fearful Nian Qiangguo.
He quickly stepped forward, stood quietly beside the carriage, bowed slightly, and whispered, "Greetings, Uncle Yun."
Old Master Yun chuckled softly, "It's so late, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep. I also couldn't sleep at night, so I invited some people over for tea."
Nian Qiangguo chuckled and said in a low voice, "You're welcome anytime, Elder Yun. Please come in, Elder Yun, I'll make you some tea."
The old man chuckled softly, shook his head as if somewhat speechless, and said gently, "Please come in quickly."
In the hall, Old Master Yun chuckled softly, looking at his old friends with eyes full of amusement, and said, "Old man, I really did come here to invite you for tea."
Nian Qiangguo had already taken a teacup, preparing to brew a cup of tea himself. His movements were a bit clumsy, and after a flustered moment, he finally brewed the tea and presented it to Nian Qiangguo with both hands, gently and respectfully.
Elder Yun gently accepted the gift and said softly, "Thank you very much, my dear nephew."
After gently brewing a cup of tea for his father, Nian Qiangguo quietly left, silently waiting outside to give instructions at any time.
The old man looked at his old friend with a gentle gaze. His earlier speechless expression was merely out of caution. Coming so hastily at night, he certainly wasn't there out of boredom to have some tea.
Elder Yun stopped joking and gently handed over the jade bottle containing the dragon blood rice, remaining silent.
The old man uncorked the container, and a medicinal fragrance wafted out. The object before him was as red as a jewel, and its aroma filled the air, giving him a feeling of relaxation.
He slammed the lid on, his eyes grave, and whispered, "Dragon Blood Rice, not from the Spirit Rice Sect. Where does such a strong medicinal aroma come from?"
Old Yun smiled without saying a word; some things couldn't be said. He simply said softly, "Old Ghost, you take it."
The old man nodded slightly, whether he understood or not, it didn't matter. If Old Ghost Yun didn't want to say, there was no need to ask further.
Without the slightest hesitation, he said in an awkward low voice, "Old Ghost Yun, thank you very much."
Old Master Yun smiled and said, "It's rare to hear you say thank you. You've really gone to a lot of trouble."
The old man smiled, said nothing, and asked without hesitation, "I'll have Guo'er take this. Is that alright, Old Ghost?"
Elder Yun showed no intention of interfering. He took a sip of the perfectly warm tea, shook his head, and said softly, "That's your decision. Just don't regret it later."
The old man pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly and said, "This should be given to Guo'er. I also ask that you, Old Ghost, protect him."
Hearing the thanks again, Elder Yun nodded solemnly, thinking to himself, 'If I have any left over in the future, I'll give them to you, but for now, I can't reveal it. Otherwise, it would cause Su'er a lot of trouble, which wouldn't be good.'
The old man, Lei Feng, was resolute and decisive. In his heart, he summoned Guo'er, saying that either he or Guo'er would use it, and it had to be used tonight, right now, to avoid any unforeseen complications.
He whispered, "Guo'er, come in."
"Father!" Upon hearing this, Nian Qiangguo rushed in and called out in a low voice.
The old man rose, his movements slow yet resolute. He gently placed the jade bottle in Nian Qiangguo's hand and whispered, "Take it quickly."
For a moment, Nian Qiangguo was taken aback. He slowly pulled out the stopper, and a medicinal fragrance instantly swept over his body. A surge of pleasure emanated from within him, as if it were yearning and anticipating something.
The powerful constraints and bottlenecks that had been binding his body for so long seemed to be about to be broken through.
He immediately plugged the container, and said firmly in a low voice, "Father, this is also very useful to you; you should use it. I am dull-witted and would be wasting such a precious resource."
Currently, apart from Elder Nian, who has the highest cultivation level, none of the others in the Nian family have even reached the Martial King level. Knowing that his talent is average, he fears that if he cannot break through using his abilities, it would be a waste.
Moreover, if the father's past debts could be cured and his life extended by a few more years, then the next generation of the family might have a successor, which would be the best option.
Despite her yearning for a breakthrough, she resolutely refused.
A hint of relief flickered in the old man's eyes. He patted his son's shoulder and said with a soft smile, "The future of the Nian family still depends on you. Stop being so hesitant and hurry up and eat it, or it'll be almost dawn."
Nian Qiangguo was about to say something when the old man stopped him with a serious look in his eyes.
He raised his head, met the old man's gaze, and said respectfully and gratefully, "Your son thanks you, Father."
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