In the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine in the Wilderness, Lotus not only polluted her flesh and blood, but also her state of mind. Her originally clear Taoist Heart was covered with dust because of something in the past. Moreover, because her Knowing Destiny State was not stable, there was no possibility for her to recover after she forcefully lowered her state.
If she was an ordinary cultivator, she would have given up in despair when encountering such a setback.
But she was not an ordinary cultivator. She was a Tao Addict who was obsessed with Taoism.
She was very clear that all setbacks were tests from Haotian. As long as her Taoist Heart was strong enough, she could turn all of these into the most beautiful scenery on the long road of cultivation.
In the Wilderness, she had seen the Stone Array Tactics set by the Divine Priest of Light a thousand years ago. She had seen Mr. Ke's Haoran Sword that split the heaven and earth. These scenery were silently waiting for her to admire and absorb.
But other people in the West-Hill Divine Palace did not know.
The Great Divine Priest of Judgment did not know.
Luo Kedi, the commander of the divine guards who wanted to force her to marry, did not know.
The result of not knowing was that the West-Hill Divine Palace not only treated her with indifference, mockery, contempt and humiliation, but also deprived her of the time she needed the most.
Ye Hongyu needed time. Time to see through the scenery and see through the paper covering her eyes.
So she could calmly ignore those complicated gazes and those harsh words. She could appear timid and even humble. She could kneel in front of the Divine Priest and respectfully act as if she was a hopeless waste.
However, the situation she was facing now had suddenly become difficult.
Although the commander of the divine guards, Luo Kedi, was a rare master in the Divine Hall and the most trusted subordinate of the Hierarch, Ye Hongyu would never consider marrying him.
Not because of his age, not because of his appearance, not even because she had no feelings for him. Because for the sake of cultivation, she could not have any feelings.
But because … he wanted her to marry him.
He wanted her to marry him, not he begged her to marry him, not he asked her to marry him.
This was a humiliation she could not accept.
Ye Hongyu silently sat on the stone bed, her hands clutching the green taoist robe so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Do I really have to go back to the temple?"
"Chen Pipi, you damn fatty, you bitch, you idiot. I only scared you when you were young. Why did you run away? Why don't you go back to the temple now? "
"If you don't go back, my brother won't forgive me. How can I go back?"
Perhaps it was because she thought of Chen Pipi, the hateful guy, or because of her brother, Ye Hongyu could no longer control her emotions. She lowered her head silently, and her eyes were full of grievance, sadness, and timidity.
At this time, she was no longer the Tao Addict or a loser. She was just a very ordinary girl.
When an ordinary girl was forced to marry, she would naturally get angry easily. Hence, Ye Hongyu became very angry at this moment. She looked coldly at the closed door of the stone house and thought that she should kill Chen Bachi, Luo Kedi, and everyone who dared to look at her like that.
However, the anger in her eyes gradually turned into frustration and self-mockery because she had no more time. She could not return to the temple. It seemed that she could only angrily and helplessly sit by the stone bed.
At this moment, someone arrived outside the stone house.
"Sir, there's a letter for you."
The person outside the stone house did not call her a priest. He did not deliberately show respect, but such a simple sentence showed enough respect. This was the respect that only she could feel.
Ye Hongyu raised her eyebrows slightly, and her expression changed slightly.
In the Divine Hall, she had not been so respected for a long time.
The door of the stone house opened. She recognized that the person was a very ordinary deacon of the Judicial Department.
The deacon respectfully handed over a letter with both hands. Then, without saying anything, he turned and left the stone house.
The door of the stone house closed again, and darkness reappeared.
Ye Hongyu walked back to the stone bed and sat down. She quietly looked at the letter in her hand and did not speak for a long time.
The envelope was made of ordinary kraft paper. There was nothing special about it, and there was no writing on the cover.
She used to be the Grand Master of the Judicial Department. Although she did not manage the specific affairs of the department, she still had a pair of eyes that could see through all the details in the world and find clues from them.
The seemingly ordinary kraft paper was the most common craft in the paper workshop in Danzhou.
Then this letter came from the South Jin Kingdom.
Ye Hongyu was sure that she did not know anyone in the South Jin Kingdom, so she did not know who the writer was.
She opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and slowly unfolded it.
The letter was made of yellowish papyrus.
There was a pattern drawn on the papyrus.
The person who drew the picture was obviously not good at painting. The lines were crooked and trembling. It was extremely ugly and clumsy. It was impossible to understand what he drew.
Ye Hongyu looked at the long and narrow hollow pattern on the yellowish paper. Her fingers, which were holding the two corners of the paper, trembled slightly. She did not speak for a long time.
She understood what was drawn on the paper.
It was a sword.
The sword of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai.
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The Kingdom of Yue was south of the South Jin Kingdom and east of the great river. It faced the relatively quiet South Sea, so the fishing port was much more prosperous and lively than the one in the Kingdom of Song.
A young man in a cotton shirt walked out of a fishing boat. He stretched towards the sun and then squinted his eyes, signaling his subordinates to complete the following tasks.
This young man's appearance was exceptionally handsome. The severe scar on his cheek didn't make his face appear sinister. Instead, it made him look more composed.
He squinted at the red rising sun and felt the wet sea breeze on his cheeks. Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented satisfaction. He said in a low voice, "It doesn't seem bad to live like this for the rest of my life."
The young man's subordinates were arguing fiercely with the fish and salt merchants. But these things seemed to have nothing to do with him. He just looked at the sun in silence.
The people in the fishing port only knew that this young man was a big merchant from the north. He was in the salted fish business. No one knew what kind of dazzling life this young man had before he started selling salted fish, and what kind of reputation he had in the world.
The young man used to be a prince of the Yan Kingdom. He was the most famous young powerhouse in the West-Hill Divine Palace. He was a brilliant and beautiful man who had planted several peach blossoms on the threshold of the Knowing Destiny State.
But now, he was a merchant selling fish.
Even though he had been shot in the chest by Ning Que and his cultivation state was destroyed, even though he had abandoned himself to fight for food with the beggars in the broken temple, he was still Prince Long Qing.
Without cultivation state, he still had his fists. Even if his fists could not resist the wind and rain of the world, he still had his wisdom. Most importantly, since he was not dead, he wanted to live a better life.
In half a month, he unified the Beggar Gang inside and outside the capital of the Yan Kingdom and became the Gang Leader. Then, he took a part of the gang's wealth and some loyal subordinates to the Song Kingdom. He opened a wine shop and defeated all his peers on the street in a short time.
Then, he sold those wine shops, teahouses, and restaurants to an official of the Song Kingdom at half price. With a thousand taels of silver, he started a peddling business.
He bought salted fish from the Yue Kingdom and sold them to the South Jin Kingdom or the Yan Kingdom. The business was good.
Sometimes, Long Qing could not help but sigh. It seemed that he could do everything well.
In such a short time, he had become a big merchant. What was there to be dissatisfied with?
However, looking at the salted fish in the bamboo basket, he could not help but think, even if he became the richest merchant in the world, what was the difference between him and the salted fish in the basket?
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(I am in an extremely bad state today. I have a problem with my emotions. This is the only chapter.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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