Chapter 219 Sharing the Moon's Beauty Across a Thousand Miles (8K views, please vote!)
"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky..."
Chen Yi continued writing without pause, his unique running script strokes flowing from his heart, creating a unique artistic conception.
Night sky.
A different kind of night sky—deep blue, dotted with countless stars.
Bright moon.
It was more dazzling and radiant than the full moon in the sky.
The imagery of the bright moon and starry sky, adorned with large golden characters, is just like the second night sky tonight.
Stretching across the painted boat, and even...
The entire Quchi Pond!
Yan Fusha looked up at the stunning scenery and golden characters that had suddenly appeared, and the smile in her eyes gradually faded.
"You...this..."
Chen Yi clearly wasn't going to pay him any attention, and with a flourish of his brush, finished the painting in one go.
"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace."
Above the "night sky" densely covered with dark blue fluorescence, words appeared and landed on the side of the second line.
It was as if a banished immortal had written these large golden characters from mid-air.
In that "night sky," a magnificent palace with jade pavilions and carved beams and painted rafters slowly rose and was placed under the "bright moon."
Inside, fairies dance, silver-armored celestial soldiers stand guard, and music and talismans float in the air.
Another tall figure dressed in a blue robe appeared on the palace.
His features were blurry and indistinct; all that could be seen was him looking up at the moon.
Faintly, a faint voice drifted out.
What year is it tonight?
"The 21st year of the Anhe era of the Great Wei Dynasty, the 15th day of the eighth month, in Shu Prefecture..."
After hearing this, the figure remained silent for a moment and sighed softly:
"I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and crystal towers, where the cold is unbearable at such heights..."
"Dancing with my shadow, how unlike the mortal world..."
Faint sighs echoed over the winding pond, as the moonlight spilled onto its edge.
The frolicking children noticed the radiance, stopped, waved, and shouted with laughter that there were immortals.
The talented young man and beautiful woman, who were initially hesitant to meet, were stunned when they saw that fairyland.
The lion dance on the street has stopped.
The drums and gongs sounded unconsciously.
The people strolling around forgot to take a step.
Everyone stared blankly at the rising smoke from the distant Quchi Pond.
"Two, two moons..."
Time seemed to stand still, sounds ceased, only the flowers, birds, fish and insects continued to flutter and frolic.
However, the unfolding of the artistic conception is not yet over.
"Turning through the vermilion pavilion, lowering the embroidered window, shining on the sleepless..."
"There should be no resentment, so why does the moon always seem to be full when we are apart?"
Then, in the "night sky" above the winding pond, amidst the magnificent palaces and pavilions, a figure gracefully flew out and headed straight for the bright moon.
A fairyland lies beneath my feet, and the bright moon and stars shine above me.
The tiny figure stood in the middle, glancing back slightly.
It was as if one could see the heavens and the earth, the winding pool and the human world of Shu, and the crowds of people, some lonely and some joyful, under the bright moon.
He laughed heartily.
"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes, and nothing in this world is ever perfect."
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart..."
The large, golden characters shone brightly, casting a golden and silver glow along with the moonlit fairyland.
A touch of youthful beauty, appearing and disappearing.
Everyone who witnessed this scene was mesmerized, as if they had truly seen a fairyland.
Or perhaps they were already in a fairyland.
And the students studying at Guiyun Academy, while reciting poems, naturally saw the figure soaring through the air.
Upon closer inspection, his eyes suddenly widened.
"That, that is..."
"Mr. Qingzhou?!"
Inside the painted boat.
Yan Fusha stared blankly at the scene that appeared in the sky.
He hadn't read much, and couldn't articulate the overly elegant things like classics, poems, and songs.
But he was not illiterate.
It's not that they're ignorant shut-ins.
Having traveled all over the country for so many years, Yan Fusha felt that none of the poems he had ever seen or heard could compare to the "fairyland-like words" before him.
He immediately withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Yi, who had already finished writing the lyrics, questioning him in an icy tone:
"Mr. Qingzhou, did you do this on purpose?"
Chen Yi glanced at him, placed the wolf-hair brush beside the inkstone, and said indifferently:
"As you say, if we use one word to suppress a city, what's the problem?"
Yan Fusha's eyes suddenly changed, his robes billowed, and an invisible, fierce aura surged outwards.
But before he could get close to Chen Yi, he immediately withdrew his aura and simply placed his palm on the table.
Click.
A clear handprint appeared on the mahogany table, its edges faintly emanating wisps of dark energy.
Chen Yi's hair twitched slightly, but his clothes didn't even flutter.
He glanced at the handprint on the table, then his gaze fell on Yan Fusha, and he praised her lightly:
"That palm strike was very powerful."
Yan Fusha glared at him fiercely, then after a moment, she abruptly waved her hand, putting away the calligraphy scroll and dissipating the ethereal fairyland. She coldly ordered:
"sail!"
Chen Yi wasn't surprised at all; he simply looked at him calmly, and at the busy men in black around him.
He made a mental calculation.
The two pleasure boats carried fourteen people, including Yan Fusha, members of the Five Poisons Sect.
and.
He had clearly seen Yan Fusha's previous palm strike—his cultivation had already surpassed the fifth rank and reached the fourth rank.
To be precise, it is the lower section of the fourth rank.
At the same time, that palm strike should contain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, representing the pinnacle of martial arts.
It is also blessed with the spiritual essence of wood.
Cultivation, martial arts, poisonous insects, poison techniques...
It is indeed a formidable opponent.
Not long after.
The painted boat sailed north.
Pei Guanli's pleasure boat will set sail even earlier.
It's just her.
After seeing Chen Yi's winking earlier, she finally remembered what she needed to do.
So, while Chen Yi was writing lyrics, Pei Guanli kept muttering to herself.
Little Flower, Little Flower, eat faster.
Ingest all that poison...
Beside the winding pond.
Although the ethereal beauty of the moonlit night sky had vanished, the crowds that had been there flocked to Quchi Pond.
"That must have been a celestial palace!"
"Heavens above! What an auspicious sign! Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and immortals have descended upon Shu Prefecture!"
"Congratulations together, congratulations together..."
Lou Yuxue frowned slightly as she watched the painted boat sail away into the distance.
"The fledgling should be attending the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering at Guiyun Academy tonight, so why is he on that painted boat?"
"Is it the same carriage as before?"
Lou Yuxue was hesitant.
The burning of summer grain in three towns had just occurred, and the turmoil in Shuzhou City had not yet subsided.
At a time like this, she, as a "remnant" of Mingyue Tower, really shouldn't have made any moves.
Furthermore, given that the fledgling Chen Yi is on a hawk mission, rashly intervening would inevitably have some impact.
Lou Yuxue considered these things and made up her mind.
"Someone come here!"
"Go to Guiyun Academy and tell Luanfeng what happened here!"
"Hurry!"
...
Guiyun Academy.
The poetry gathering is in full swing.
The aroma of fine wine and delicious food filled the air.
The beautiful woman played and sang a melodious tune.
Amidst the laughter and chatter, cheers and congratulations could be heard from time to time.
Amidst the lively atmosphere, poems were presented one after another to the high platform for appreciation by Mr. Yue Ming and others.
At this moment, the scene on the high platform had already changed.
The banquet was cleared away.
Four tables were neatly arranged, with two stacks of paper piled on the side, while only four large sheets of paper were placed on the two tables in the middle.
Arrange them in order.
The characters on it are still fresh, though they vary in length.
At the end, four names were clearly written: "Li Huaigu of Shuzhou, Pei Zhaoye of Yanzhou, Ji Zhiyuan of Jiangnan Prefecture, and... Liu Zhaoxue of Jingzhou."
Mr. Yue Ming sat upright in the grand chair at the head of the table, his eyes constantly scanning the area where Chen Yunfan, Xiao Wan'er, and the others were.
He muttered to himself that Qingzhou really wasn't coming, while casually echoing the words of the gentlemen around him.
Mr. Zhuo Ying was equally anxious, but since Chen Yi was not there, there was no use in being anxious, so he could only drink tea to cover it up.
Mr. Lingchuan glanced at the expressions of the group, then his gaze fell on Liu Hong, and he said with a smile:
"Lord Liu, I had heard that your niece was beautiful and intelligent, and her talent was no less than that of a man. Now I see that she truly lives up to the reputation."
Liu Hong smiled and said, "She has loved reading since she was a child and is also intelligent. However, in today's context, her talent can only be described as 'not weak'."
"In addition, writing poetry and lyrics depends not only on what one has in one's mind, but also on the right time and place."
"Among all of you here, who hasn't had a 'flash of inspiration'?"
The people around him naturally understood the meaning behind his words and echoed him with a few words.
Yang Ye glanced at the group, put his hands in his sleeves, and sat back in his chair like an old farmer, pretending to doze off.
He couldn't stand these people's flattery, so he simply chose to ignore it.
At this moment, Liu Si saw a pause in the conversation and asked with a smile, "There are many excellent works today. Let's select four of the best ones."
"I just wonder how you gentlemen and officials will choose the top poet?"
Mr. Yue Ming and Mr. Zhuo Ying lowered their heads and sipped their tea, seemingly not having heard anything.
Mr. Lingchuan looked at the two of them, smiled, and asked:
"Your Excellency, you must already have a plan. Why don't you tell us what you think?"
Seeing this, Liu Si cursed the old scoundrel inwardly, and then proceeded to offer his critique without any hesitation:
"Li Huaigu's and Pei Zhaoye's poems are equally good."
"The lyrics written by Ji Zhiyuan of Jiangnan Prefecture are slightly inferior to those of Liu Zhaoxue."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Si noticed the gazes of Liu Hongping and Zhongzheng not far away, and his heart skipped a beat.
But since the words had already been spoken, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:
"If I had to choose, the 'Poetry Champion' tonight would undoubtedly be Liu Zhaoxue's 'Pipa Fairy: Mid-Autumn Festival'."
Mr. Lingchuan smiled.
The gentlemen present also laughed.
Even Mr. Yue Ming, who had just put down his teacup, asked with a smile, "Does the Prefect really think so?"
"Mr. Yue Ming doesn't believe me?"
"Your Excellency misunderstands. I thought Liu Zhaoxue's poem was a bit too refined in its wording..."
Before Mr. Yue Ming could finish speaking, Liu Hong nodded and said, "Brother Yue Ming is right."
"Zhao Xue's short poems are ornate but impractical, and the artistic conception is clumsy. They are indeed unworthy of the title of 'Poet King'."
He paused, then looked at Liu Si and asked with a smile, "What do you think?"
Liu Si's face immediately turned dry, and he nodded with an embarrassed smile: "Your Excellency is right, please forgive my shallow knowledge."
Liu Hong withdrew his gaze and said, "Brother Yueming, it's getting late. Why don't we wait another quarter of an hour and announce the results directly?"
Mr. Yueming glanced at him, sighed inwardly, and nodded, saying, "Then let's do as Brother Gongmo says and wait a moment."
So be it.
Qingzhou ultimately disliked such occasions, and it couldn't be forced.
At this moment, not only were the experts on the high platform discussing the results of the "Poetry Champion" competition, but the talented scholars sitting at the front of the tables below were also paying close attention.
"Today's trip has truly been worthwhile. It coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival and the gathering of many talented scholars from the three prefectures of the nine provinces in Shuzhou. Fine poems and beautiful scenery have come together."
“Your brother is right.”
“The poem written by Pei Zhaoye of Yuelu Academy reads: ‘Osmanthus blossoms fall like golden millet, a fragrant breeze passes over the jade steps, whose flute music rises, playing until the moon is bright.’”
"Although it was prepared in advance, it is still a fine piece of work."
"And Brother Huaigu's line, 'A jade mirror hangs in the sky, a golden breeze brushes the cassia courtyard,' is the same."
Pei Zhaoye listened to the surrounding discussions, a slightly smug expression on his face.
The scholar in blue robes beside him, seeing his expression, smiled and said, "Brother Pei, your poem today should be able to win first place, right?"
Pei Zhaoye humbly replied, "This will have to wait for the gentlemen to judge."
Even so, he already knew that one of the four large sheets of paper spread out on the platform was his.
"There is still a lot of hope."
"Now Brother Pei, you'll finally get Mr. Qingzhou, who previously looked down on you, to look at you in a new light."
"Who wants him to treat them differently?"
“Brother Pei is right. In my opinion, Mr. Qingzhou is indeed talented, but not enough to compose a poem on the spot.”
"It is said that the poems he wrote earlier were all written at home."
"That's true..."
One of the students looked at the group and shook his head, saying, "Based solely on that poem 'Thoughts After the Rain,' I am inferior to him."
"It's a pity he didn't pick up a pen today, so we won't have the chance to see his calligraphy, and his poems are also a rare sight."
Pei Zhaoye snorted with displeasure, "Even if he were here, all he could do is write well and recite a poem?"
"I don't think so..."
At a table not far from the platform.
Chen Yunfan also showed some displeasure.
However, his thoughts were completely different from Pei Zhaoye's.
no way.
After listening for so long, Chen Yunfan only heard two sentences about him.
One sentence is "What is the masterpiece of today's top scholar?" and the second sentence is "He wrote poorly."
Chen Yunfan was incredibly nagging, grumbling and saying things like she had no taste and no literary talent.
Cui Qingwu, who was beside him, heard it clearly, but pretended not to hear it.
It's impossible to offer words of comfort at this time; that would only make a talented scholar feel more embarrassed.
So she spent most of her time chatting with Xiao Wan'er.
Perhaps because they were of similar age and family background, they became quite familiar with each other after spending half an hour together.
In Cui Qingwu's eyes, the eldest daughter of the Xiao family was a bit soft-hearted, but she did not have the arrogance typical of people from aristocratic families.
In contrast, she herself had all the typical spoiled rich girl traits.
Therefore, during their conversation, Cui Qingwu also felt a certain admiration for Xiao Wan'er—she was truly too gentle, dignified, and generous.
As pure and holy as a lotus flower.
On the other hand, Xiao Wan'er also had some affection for Cui Qingwu.
She was at least more relaxed than Liu Zhaoxue from the Liu family in Jingzhou.
At this moment, Xiao Wuge looked around but still couldn't see Chen Yi and Pei Guanli, so he tugged at Xiao Wan'er:
"Sis, hasn't your husband come back yet?"
Xiao Wan'er hummed in agreement. She paid even more attention to the situation in the courtyard than Xiao Wuge, glancing at it every now and then.
So much so that even chatting with Cui Qingwu slightly affected his mind.
"He might be held up by something. I'll take you to find him later."
Xiao Wuge gave an "oh," and then listlessly watched the talented men around him engage in their lively discussions, thinking to himself:
A so-called "talented person" must be a person with both talent and virtue.
The people here don't seem to match what my brother-in-law said at all...
Hearing their conversation, Chen Yunfan gestured to Cui Qingwu, signaling her to keep an eye on Xiao Wan'er.
Chen Yi had gone to great lengths to ask him to do something, and he didn't want anything to go wrong along the way.
Cui Qingwu nodded, but doubts inevitably arose in his heart again.
"Brother Yunfan, Chen Yi didn't say where he was going?"
"No, but he probably hasn't gone far, considering that mountain girl's cultivation level is..."
Before Chen Yunfan could finish speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look outside the courtyard gate.
The same applies to Cui Qingwu.
They could vaguely hear hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.
Just as they were wondering, they heard someone outside the courtyard gate shout, "Sir, Mr. Qingzhou has written a poem!"
"When the poem was completed, there was a fairyland above the winding pond!"
"wonderland?"
Chen Yunfan and Cui Qingwu exchanged a glance, both thinking of Chen Yi's perfected state of calligraphy.
After realizing what had happened, Chen Yunfan shrank back, trying to act as if he were invisible.
"I knew Yi-di wouldn't keep a low profile today."
"So he didn't show up at the poetry gathering, but went to Quchi and created some kind of fairyland."
"Alas, why was Yi born if Fan was born? It's so hard for me as the elder brother."
Cui Qingwu knew he meant no harm, and said with a smile, "Don't you want to know what poems Chen Yi wrote?"
"In no mood……"
Xiao Wan'er was overjoyed to hear their voices, but when she looked up and didn't see Chen Yi, she couldn't help but ask:
"Qingwu, has my brother-in-law returned?"
Cui Qingwu shook his head and said, "The person didn't come back, but the poems did."
"Poetry?"
"Look, they're asking questions over there."
Xiao Wan'er looked in the direction she pointed, her long neck peeking out from under her cloak.
Two scholars dressed in long gowns ran up to the high platform and excitedly spoke to Mr. Yue Ming and the others.
She couldn't hear clearly because of the distance.
Cui Qingwu noticed her thoughts and, while listening to the conversation on the platform, spoke to her as well:
"The two scholars said that Mr. Qingzhou's composition at Quchi was like a fairyland on earth."
"Mr. Yue Ming asked, 'Is it true? What lyrics did he write?'"
"The Confucian scholar said, 'When will the bright moon appear?'"
"Another addition: Raising a cup to the blue sky..."
Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Xiao Wan'er's face.
Just from these two lines, she knew that Chen Yi's poems were not bad.
"Anything else?"
Cui Qingwu glanced at Chen Yunfan, who couldn't even lift his head, and covered her mouth with a laugh, saying:
"I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace... I only wish that we may live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart."
After hearing the words, Xiao Wan'er subconsciously said, "What beautiful words!" But when she recited the last line, she felt a strange mix of emotions.
"May we live long and share the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart..."
"Is my brother-in-law both praising the moon and longing for my second sister?"
Unaware of her thoughts, Cui Qingwu continued, "Mr. Yue Ming and the others are saying that this poem should be the best."
"And you said..."
Chen Yunfan was completely baffled. He looked up at her, sighed, and said, "Qingwu, even if you have good hearing, you can't use it like that."
It's one thing for the people on the platform to praise Chen Yi.
He had to listen to Cui Qingwu repeat it all from below the platform, and the feeling was indescribably unbearable.
Cui Qingwu covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "I thought Brother Yunfan would be happy for Chen Yi."
"I'm happy, I'm very happy."
Li Huaigu, standing nearby, understood Chen Yunfan's feelings and shook his head, saying:
"Brother Qingzhou's poem is so good that I'm afraid we'll never be able to match it again."
Chen Yunfan felt a deep sense of sympathy.
By this time, most of the people on and off the platform had heard what had happened, and they were all filled with mixed feelings.
Mr. Yue Ming, however, abandoned his previous composure and stroked his beard, praising repeatedly:
"Great words, great words..."
"It is magnificent and grand, with a beautiful artistic conception. It is truly the best I have ever seen in my life."
Liu Hong smiled and nodded, saying, "It's a pity Qingzhou isn't here right now, otherwise we could also enjoy this 'fairyland'."
Yang Ye, who was already sitting upright, rarely echoed, "Qingzhou's poem is excellent. If we could see his manuscript, our trip would not have been in vain."
Seeing that the three of them had spoken, Mr. Zhuo Ying and the others could only pause and express their admiration for Chen Yi's poems.
Liu Hong looked at Yang Ye and asked with a gentle smile, "Lord Yang, you've met Qingzhou before. What kind of young man is he?"
"He, like his older brother Yunfan, is a young man who is not easy to deal with."
"oh?"
"If he can be compared to the current top scholar, then he must be extraordinary."
Yang Ye glanced at him. "Lord Liu, when did you become so concerned about Qingzhou?"
What was said without malice may have been taken to heart by the listener.
Even Mr. Yue Ming, Mr. Zhuo Ying, and others looked at Liu Hong, their gazes mostly filled with some confusion.
Everyone present knew Liu Hong's identity and also knew that the Liu family and the Xiao family in Jingzhou had been at odds recently.
Furthermore, it is known that at noon today, Liu Hong was just punished by the Emperor for the burning of the summer grain in Tiebi Town.
Hearing Yang Ye's question, they naturally paid attention.
Liu Hong calmly glanced around, his gaze settling on Yang Ye, and replied with a smile:
"Mr. Qingzhou is so talented at such a young age. Staying in the Xiao family is not a long-term solution."
With just one sentence, Yang Ye suddenly realized that he had the intention of having Chen Yi serve as an official.
He thought for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Everyone has their own ambitions. Qingzhou is now at Guiyun Academy, by Yue Ming's side. He will have his time to put his talents to use."
Mr. Yue Ming nodded: "Unfortunately, he is lazy and I cannot persuade him."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhuo Ying smiled and said, "Dean, there's no need to persuade her. Qingzhou has her own ideas, and it's better for her to stay in our academy."
"Haha, Zhuo Ying is right."
Han Zhangping, Si Feng, and the others could see the smugness of the two men and felt a little envious.
After all, who wouldn't want a teacher in their academy who has reached the pinnacle of calligraphy?
Moreover, he was able to write a masterpiece like "When Will the Moon Be Bright?"
At this moment, Liu Hong said with a smile, "The result is already clear, Brother Yueming, why don't you just announce it directly?"
"With the example of Qingzhou Zhuyu, I believe all the students present will be convinced."
Mr. Yue Ming glanced at him, then looked at everyone present, and nodded with a smile:
"In that case, it would be impolite of me to refuse."
That's what they say.
He had already made up his mind to give Chen Yi a piece of his mind later.
He didn't write the lyrics earlier, but waited until the very end to produce such a masterpiece.
He worried for nothing for so long.
Before long, Mr. Zhuo Ying stood up and announced the results: "Today's poetry champion is—Chen Yi and Chen Qingzhou from Guiyun Academy!"
"I invite you all to appreciate my poems!"
"Prelude to Water Melody, When Will the Moon Be Bright..."
Most people can accept this result; if you're not as talented as others, there's no point in saying anything more.
Even though Pei Zhaoye was unwilling, he could only swallow his anger and resentment.
Liu Zhaoxue, sitting in the room, frowned inwardly.
She knew all along that Yan Fusha was going to test Chen Yi.
But she never imagined that under what circumstances Yan Fusha would be so foolish as to ask Chen Yi to write poetry.
Isn't he afraid of being discovered?
Despite her thoughts, Liu Zhaoxue was at a loss and could only hope that Yan Fusha and the Five Poisons Sect members would not be discovered.
At the very least, we can't let her be implicated.
At this moment, some people are troubled, while others are happy.
Xiao Wuge slammed his fist on the table while calling out to his brother-in-law, the Poet King.
Although Xiao Wan'er was also delighted, the phrases "as beautiful as you, so rare in this world" and "sharing the same moon across a thousand miles" kept popping into her mind.
He probably has some complicated thoughts on his mind.
Seeing this, Chen Yunfan and Li Huaigu raised a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
"With Yi-di here, any more poems I write will be... like a dog's!"
"Brother Yunfan, there's no need to take it to heart. Brother Qingzhou's poetic talent is such that we should admire him."
"Admire him? He..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yunfan reluctantly shut his mouth.
He truly deserves Chen Yi's respect.
From childhood to adulthood, Chen Yi has always been the one praised.
From the elders of the Chen family and prominent figures in Jinling, down to the aunts and mistresses in various residences, even the servants, all showed great care for Chen Yi.
And he, Chen Yunfan, was truly miserable.
Cui Qingwu had some idea of what he was thinking, and was about to speak when he saw Huan'er running over.
"Miss, please come to this room, there's something I need to discuss..."
Before Huan'er could finish speaking, Cui Qingwu apologized to those around him, got up, and walked outside with her.
Chen Yunfan noticed her back view, raised his eyebrows slightly, and quietly pricked up his ears.
"...A message was sent that the fledglings may have been abducted..."
fledgling?
Chen Yunfan secretly scoffed. What a terrible name! And he'd even been kidnapped.
Just as he was about to activate the Xuanwu Concealing Breath Technique to gather his cultivation again, he heard Cui Qingwu say:
How could that be?
"His lyrics just came in, and there was even a description of a fairyland rising up..."
Lyrics, Fairyland.
Chen Yunfan's expression changed slightly. They were talking about... Yi Di?
"Miss, I don't know the specifics either."
"In that case, let's go take a look later."
Although Cui Qingwu was somewhat puzzled and did not know what had happened to Chen Yi, all the Silver Flag officers knew the name "Young Bird".
She couldn't very well ignore it.
With that thought in mind, Cui Qingwu returned to the table, preparing to find a suitable excuse to leave first.
Before she could speak, Chen Yunfan gently tugged at her, saying, "You stay here."
Cui Qingwu was taken aback, "You..."
Chen Yunfan whispered, "You stay here and keep an eye on the Xiao siblings. I'm going."
Upon hearing this, Cui Qingwu's beautiful eyes widened immediately, "You... Yunfan..."
Chen Yunfan glanced at her, a serious look appearing on his handsome face, and said:
"I'm going to see who's so bold as to mess with the Chen family!"
After saying that, Chen Yunfan got up and walked outside before Cui Qingwu could ask any more questions.
Huan'er overheard their conversation, "Miss, Young Master Chen, he, he..."
Cui Qingwu stared blankly as that figure walked away.
After a long pause, she suddenly smiled.
"Brother Yunfan, you've been hiding this so well!"
...
It was just past 9 PM.
The painted boat traveled north through narrow waterways and entered the Chishui River.
The clamor was instantly cut off, leaving only the faint sounds of laughter from a few pleasure boats that refused to stay in the city.
Yan Fusha sat imposingly atop the painted boat, his eyes fixed on Chen Yi with a sinister gaze.
Several men in black stood nearby, each looking in one direction, on guard.
In contrast, Chen Yi looked at the Chishui River with a natural expression, as if he were admiring the scenery.
What Yan Fusha didn't notice was that Chen Yi's fingers, hidden under his sleeve, were using a thin needle from an earring to pierce acupoints.
The body was thoroughly and carefully cleansed of the deadly toxins.
In fact, he had been having a lot of bad luck before.
He had to choose one of the two bottles of poison, and unfortunately, the one he picked up was the deadly poison that could kill in three breaths.
If Yan Fusha hadn't mistaken him for an ordinary scholar without martial arts skills and used a low-grade poison, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.
At this point, the pleasure boat had sailed dozens of miles away, and the surroundings became completely quiet.
Yan Fusha then spoke, "Mr. Qingzhou, I have a question and hope you can answer it."
Chen Yi turned his head to look at him, waiting for his question.
"You've waited for me for so long, aren't you curious about who we are?"
"Curious, of course I'm curious."
"Just because I asked, does that mean you'll tell me?"
Hearing Chen Yi's words, Yan Fusha laughed, "Speak up, why wouldn't you?"
"My name is Yan Fusha, haha... How can I let Mr. Qingzhou die knowing the truth if I don't say it?"
Chen Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at him, "You're going to kill me here?"
Yan Fusha paused in laughter, then shook his head and said, "Mr. Qingzhou is mistaken."
"I, Yan, will not only kill you, but that little beast from the Pei family must also not live past tonight."
He pointed to another pleasure boat fifty feet away and sneered, "Sir, perhaps you don't know."
"The feud between Yan and her mountain tribe is irreconcilable."
Chen Yi said "Oh," and while glancing at another pleasure boat, he tapped his earring twice on his body.
Unaware of anything amiss, Yan Fusha continued, "Mr. Qingzhou's luck is both good and bad."
"Originally, when I came to Shuzhou, I did not intend to take action so quickly."
"What can be done..."
Before he could finish speaking, a man in black beside him suddenly spoke up: "Sir!"
"Um?"
"That pleasure boat!"
Yan Fusha looked over and saw a petite figure peeking out from a second-floor window of a painted boat not far away.
If it's not Pei Guanli, then who is it?
Yan Fusha knew exactly what had happened. "I underestimated the Gu worms of the mountain tribe."
"She was able to neutralize so much poison."
With that, Yan Fusha angrily ordered, "Get closer and grab her!"
However, there was no sound from the surroundings.
Yan Fusha paused, then suddenly unleashed his full power, striking out with a palm to his side.
boom!
The entire pleasure boat was instantly blasted to pieces, with debris flying everywhere.
Yan Fusha glanced sideways, and when he saw a figure standing in the corner of the painted boat, his eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"It's you?!"
Chen Yi ignored him, glanced at Pei Guanli, who was acting suspiciously on another pleasure boat, put down the medicine bottle in his hand, and sighed.
"This girl has been cured of the poison, but she doesn't know how to stay still. She's been enduring it for so long."
Fortunately, Tiger Girl understood his earlier warning, which made him somewhat relieved.
Pei Guanli, on the other hand, didn't think so much. Seeing Yan Fusha make a move, she dropped the pretense and ran out shouting:
"Brother-in-law, let me help you."
Chen Yi grimaced as if his teeth ached, and turned his head to scold, "Just stay there quietly, don't you want to cause me any more trouble?"
Pei Guanli shrank her neck, leaned over the side of the ship, and looked at him expectantly.
"They were just careless for a moment..."
Chen Yi shook his head helplessly, ignoring her, and looked Yan Fusha over for a few moments before smiling and saying:
"As expected of an elder of the Five Poisons Sect, his poison resistance is indeed high."
One bottle of Qingfengzui and one bottle of Shenxianzui caused all the men in black around them to fall down, but Yan Fusha remained standing.
It must be said that the people of the Five Poisons Sect are quite capable.
Although Yan Fusha had never heard of the term "poison resistance," he understood the meaning behind his words.
He stared intently at Chen Yi, his tone sinister and vicious as he asked, "You knew about Yan and the Five Poisons Sect all along?!"
(End of this chapter)
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