Chapter 25: Thus, For Twenty-Four Years
is view, a young man like Zuo Guangshu should be innocent and inexperienced, and shouldn't be too concerned about talents from other countries.“The most important thing is the young geniuses from vari...A lone figure leans on his hoe, staring at you with solitude in their eyes.
Lou Junlan politely bowed. “I, a junior disciple, visited your esteemed residence today. Thinking of your senior’s brilliance, I am filled with admiration and came to pay my respects. I wonder if you welcome me”
You looked at him expressionlessly. “What do you think”
Lou Junlan didn't feel embarrassed at all. She turned her head and said to You Qinwei, "Mr. You, would it be convenient for me to have a private conversation with Senior You Que"
With Lou Junlan's character, she would make things convenient no matter what. You Qinzhi seemed to understand this, so he readily agreed and said, "If Miss Lou asks, then there's nothing inconvenient about it."
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As he spoke, he was about to leave the stage.
"I said," You Que said softly, "Don't you even need to ask my opinion"
You Qinwei looked at him: "Would you like to have a private conversation with Miss Lou"
"I don't want to," You Que said bluntly.
"Oh." You Qincheng turned and walked away.
You Que raised his hand, as if to call someone back, but finally stopped there, looking at Lou Junlan with some regret: "It's true that people leave and things cool down. This old man used to treat me so well, like his own grandson. Now he doesn't even care about my life or death."
"Senior hasn't left yet." Lou Junlan reminded, "As long as people are here, the tea won't get cold."
You Que's eyes were deep: "Thank you, young people these days are really getting better at chatting."
Lou Junlan looked at him: "Oh Have you met any other young people"
You Que said, "There's someone named You Shi Rang who used to come over and scold me for a while."
"If I'm not mistaken, that's your nephew, right"
You Que chuckled: "He's got worse insults than his father."
Lou Junlan didn't smile. She knew You Shiran's father was You Que's older brother. He had already died in the Jingmu War two years ago.
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She pondered for a moment and said, “People say that senior cultivators are aloof and reclusive. But upon meeting you today, I find that to be quite different from the rumors.”
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"Well, that's not entirely wrong," You Que said seriously. "Everyone strives forward, while I retreat. Everyone forms groups, while I stay alone. Isn't being different from everyone else considered reclusive"
Lou Junlan's gaze swept over the chickens in the yard. They ambled about, pecking at the ground with their heads bowed, carefree: "I find that in the senior courtyard, whether it be chickens or dogs, they are all very quiet."
You Que said lightly, "Arguing will embarrass me."
Lou Junlan said meaningfully, "Senior's patience with fools is truly remarkable."
"It's nothing to care about..." You Que smiled wryly. "Perhaps I'm the foolish one"
Lou Junlan said, “It seems that in the eyes of seniors, I am also one of those fools.”
"Don't keep calling me senior, just call me You Que." You Que waved his hand: "I'm a useless person, how could I be worthy of Miss Lou coming to visit"
He didn't deny the fool's statement, fortunately Lou Junlan didn't mind.
“My autumn patrol was not my intention. Coming to Taiping City these past few days was also not in my plans. But everything happened so naturally, I found myself here at this time.” She continued to look at You Que, speaking slowly: “I suspect someone wants me to see something.”
"What is it" You Que asked.
Lou Junlan said, "Apart from senior you, what else is there to see in this peaceful city"
You Que chuckled, "Are you watching me dig"
Lou Junlan also smiled: "It is not impossible."
You Que was continuing to plow the field, his movements as skillful as an experienced farmer.
Lou Junlan just stared silently.
Turning the soil is hard work, and gradually sweat drips onto the soil.
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“But I want to say, it doesn't matter. There's nothing important in this world, and I can forgive anything. If you want to laugh at me, laugh away. If you want to scold me, scowl away. Just remember to close the door when you leave.”
He focused on his land, not raising his head again.
And Lou Junlan silently walked outside. When she reached the doorway, she said, "Perhaps there will be someone who forgets to close the door, but that person wouldn't be me."
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You Que only said, "What a polite girl, you will have good luck."
Lou Junlan casually shut the door and left the desolate courtyard alone.
You Que doesn't seem to have any cultivation, but his whole being is solitary and tranquil.
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On one side, a small courtyard guarded his own heart. It seemed he had completely walked out of the trauma of those years.
She wondered who was still thinking about You Que. And who had invited her, Lou Junlan, to be in the audience She didn't know how many chairs were set up, if there would be enough seats, or if the play script was interesting and the actors capable.
After walking for a while on the path overgrown with weeds, he met You Qinxing who was waiting there.
"Are we done talking" asked You Qinyin.
Lu Junlan nodded. "Elder You Jinglong is a discerning person...Would Elder You like to take a look"
Of course, You Qinyin understood her meaning. This was to test You Que's safety. Living in such a remote and unattended place, what if something happened It could implicate her, Lou Junlan.
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He didn't turn back, just led the way ahead, casually saying: "Don't look. Even if You Que really gets into something, we're too lazy to investigate. It has nothing to do with Miss Lou anyway."
Lou Junlan continued walking forward, seemingly casually adding: "Mr. You wouldn't be curious about what we talked about"
"Twenty-four years," You Qinwei only said.
Twenty-four years have passed, everything that could be done has been done, and everything that could be said has been said.
So he said no more.
The gate of the courtyard closed.
The dog by the wall lay down again and continued to doze.
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The chickens in the yard still strolled about, never agitated.
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It's as if nothing ever happened.
> You still dig the ground.
Farming is not a performance, but part of life.
Twenty years of life.
He slowly finished tilling the land, watering the grass, gathering his tools, and washing his hands meticulously.
Once, these hands were like beautiful jade, their light shining through to the bone. They were once so renowned that they were called "Dragon-Shocked." But now, they are just like those of any ordinary farmer. Covered in calluses, rough and unsightly. The blackness in the wrinkles seems painted on, impossible to wash away.
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He just silently washed, one finger at a time. Finally, he took a brand new washcloth and wiped the water droplets from his hands.
He moved over a short stool and sat beside the drowsy dog.
The bamboo stool was made by him himself, from bamboo he felled and brought back. He would often sit on it like this, washing vegetables, shelling corn and so on. If he wanted to sunbathe, he'd still have to move out the armchair from inside the house.
This dog is very old. It tires easily and would rather lie down than stand up. Just now, it got up to cheer, I'm afraid it must have used all its strength.
He reached out and touched the old dog's head. The old dog closed its eyes and grinned, seeming to enjoy it very much.
Just like that, gently touch, touch.
Until the chickens had all gone to roost and the night had fallen...the old dog's breath also stopped, and he thus ceased his pacing.
You Que is not sad.
He could see “壽”, he had known the death date of this old dog a long time ago.
It is a happy thing for a dog to live until its natural death, and so it is for humans.
He thought he wouldn't care about these things anymore.
But he had to admit, the silent courtyard under the night was truly lonely.
He sat there on the low bamboo stool in front of the door, his hand resting on the dog's head, motionless, staring lonelyly ahead.
How much longer will we have to wait
Damn it, he was getting sleepy as he neared his usual bedtime.
The two mightiest Yama Kings, Bian Cheng Wang and Qin Guang Wang, of the formidable Hell's Gate, were making their way towards the world's most notorious assassins' organization at this very moment.
King Bian of the State of Bian entered with a swagger, naturally taking control of all eyes and ears.
But he found that the middle-aged man with a haggard face sitting at the door was still staring straight at him.
He moved silently to the left, and the man's eyes followed him.
Things are looking bad...
If the human hero Jiang Wang were here, he would politely greet them, exchange a few pleasantries, and then leave.
But even as cold as King Bian Cheng, he simply said in a cold voice, "You've gone the wrong way," and then turned away.
But... BANG! The courtyard gate slammed shut, barring the way.
King Bian of the State of Bian silently turned back, his eyes like ancient wells, undisturbed.
Compared to Biancheng Wang's grand and bright entrance, Qin Guang Wang appeared as a wisp of green light, swaying in the basin of water that You Que had just washed his hands with. It was swaying quietly and silently...
"This basin of water I've washed my hands in, it's all covered in dirt." You Que said faintly.
A ray of emerald light emerged from the water, transforming into the majestic Qin Guang Wang.
He stood in the courtyard, right between King Bian of Cheng at the entrance and You Que at the house door, with vegetable patches on either side.
A trace of resentment crossed his handsome face: "You didn't say so earlier"
"You Que looked at the masks on their faces: "Only two of the Ten Great Yama Kings have come"
Qin Guang Wang honestly said: "I arranged the operation according to the highest budget, assuming that you had already returned as a god... I didn't expect the buyer's information to be so unreliable."
You Que slowly said, “Someone wants to use you to test me.”
Who wants to probe the vacancy And why do so
"Who could be so cruel!" King Qin Guang turned around with righteous indignation, "I'm going to find him and bring him to justice!"
But You Que behind him said: "Since you're here, then kill me."
He no longer petted his dog. He rose from the bamboo stool and bid farewell to this small courtyard tonight. His aura surged endlessly, ascending like a dragon, encompassing the inner palace, outer hall... Was he divine
No! True hole!
Having lived in seclusion for over twenty years, abandoned by the world, he was actually a true master of his time!
His long hair began to fly, his coarse hemp clothes rustling: "Or I'll kill you all!"
No sooner had the words left her lips, no, not even before they could fall to the ground, than a blue light danced around her.
His coarse sackcloth would rot, his flesh and blood would peel away, even the air he breathed seemed to be consumed by self-destruction...
And there, a sword appeared out of nowhere, piercing his heart!
After this sword appeared, the King of Biancheng wearing a mask of Yama and wielding a sword emerged.
Originates from Yi Shengfeng's "Escape Beyond the Senses" sword style!
A sword that rose silently, yet shook heaven and earth.
> Having successfully recreated itself in the Netherworld, it now stands on an even higher level.
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A momentary inspiration is better at shielding from crisis than straying paths.
But whether it be by ear or by sight, Yi Shengfeng is far inferior to today's Jiang Wang.
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The King of Biancheng could now truly make his opponents "see nothing, hear nothing," effectively killing their "senses"!
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You Que, who had displayed the might of a true master, simply stared at the Hell-King mask in front of him. Etched on it were the words 'Bian City'. He spat out blood and praised, "Excellent sorcery! Excellent swordsmanship!"
Then, he breathed his last and slumped backward.
He died like that!
Of course, King Qin Guang and King Bian Cheng are both powerful deities who can be counted on. They are confident enough to venture into dangerous places like a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, and they even dare to attack cultivators of the Daoist School.
But the true cultivation of a hole, one strike to kill!
This can't even be said to be a conspiracy. The word "conspiracy" is even etched on their faces.
The King of Bian, his sword returned to its sheath, met the gaze of the King of Qin Guang whose eyes had just turned green. They both understood each other's look —
The situation is dire, run!
Qin Guang Wang transformed into a wisp of azure light and quietly vanished.
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Then, King Biancheng directly twisted the light and flew across the sky.
All sounds were gone. In the courtyard lay a silence, broken only by the body of a mute boy and a dog's corpse.
Almost as soon as King Qin Guang and King Bian Cheng left, the corpse of You Que lying at the threshold suddenly sat up. A golden figure emerged, then the gold faded, revealing another You Que.
This is the primordial spirit.
When the divine descends into the cave, what is the crucial step
It is a fusion of the soul and spirit as its core, with the Dao pulse as its dragon-shaped shell. They are united into one, refining the spirit to cultivate the soul, thus achieving the "Yuanshen" within the primordial sea of gods!
The power of the soul, the power of spirit, and the power of Yuanshen are all manifestations of divine soul power. You can think of them as three realms of divine soul power. At its root is still the divine soul.
Just like regardless of Yuimai, Zhoutian, Tongtian, or Shenlin, although there are differences in realms, the fundamental is still the physical body.
What is "yuan" The beginning of all things.
This step of achieving the Nascent Soul stage is a progression from being a "god among humans" to becoming a "god of the world."
This is not a deity.
Shenlin is "I, as a deity, descend into the world," emphasizing "I."
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"Dòng Zhēn" literally means "to pierce through the truth of the world," emphasizing an outward, external understanding. It is the practitioner's comprehension and mastery of this world.
You Que took a step and stepped out of the courtyard. Dressed in black, with a mask covering his face, he raised his hand and silenced the entire You family ancestral home.
Then, he began to slowly walk outward.
He was not in a hurry, because he wanted to give those little assassins some time to escape.
And everyone who came into his sight, regardless of whether they were male or female, young or old, close or distant, remembered or not... all fell down.
The slaughter was unknown at first, until corpses lay strewn everywhere.
As the most powerful individual in the You family's ancestral home, You Qinwei, who remained at the clan temple, had mobilized his true essence to cross the threshold the instant he sensed the deathly aura spreading.
A slap pressed his face, forcing him back to the ancestral hall.
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Even though his blood surged like a tide, even though his strength was not simple, even though he used the desperate technique left behind by his elder brother You Qinxu, he remained immobile!
But he didn't want to move anymore.
He recognized this palm.
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The old man's eyes peeked out from between his fingers, fixed on the man wearing the mask—“It’s you!”
The man calmly said, "It was me."
At this moment, You Qinwei's eyes were incredibly complex. In the end, he only said: "I hope you are right."
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And then, he was gently pressed to the ground, his life force extinguished.
The previous text errors have been corrected.
That session of the Yellow River Assembly during You Que's time was held in 3896.
Left Guanglie's term was in the year 3909.
The Jing Guo's War against Wei, was in 3898.
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