There were two sides to the conversation.
The Grand Council had already been settled by the Academy. In their first confrontation, Yan Li had ruthlessly swept away their prestige, which must have left a deep impression on them.
In the Dunhua Lane of the Green Dragon Court, there was a new tavern not far from the city walls. The owner of the tavern was not a talkative person, but the aroma of his wine made many drunkards drool. They would wait at the entrance of the tavern every day, hoping to have the first sip.
The owner of the tavern was named Yan Chaoyang.
It was almost noon. It was time for the idlers to look for work, so they no longer gathered at the entrance of the tavern.
Yan Chaoyang came out from the corner of the street with some vegetables in his hand. He walked to the entrance of the tavern and glanced at the banner fluttering in the wind. His rock-like face squeezed out a faint smile, as if he was infinitely satisfied with everything.
Then, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.
He turned around slowly, and a white robe came into view.
Unbeknownst to him, a man in white had quietly appeared behind him.
"Dragon Soul Spear Yan Chaoyang?" The man in white asked.
Yan Chaoyang nodded and did not deny it.
"You know, if His Majesty wants to find you, it's useless to hide," the man in white said.
"I didn't hide." Yan Chaoyang's ear-piercing hoarse voice sounded. He paused and added, "I don't need to."
The man in white raised his eyebrows and said, "I know you Yanshan Robber have always been unscrupulous, but I didn't know that you, a mere Dragon Soul Spear, dared to look down on His Majesty."
Yan Chaoyang replied coldly, "What do you want from me?"
The man in white was stunned. He happened to know the meaning of this sentence. It came from the most knowledgeable and farsighted Soul Emperor in history. When the Soul Emperor was trapped in the Clear Autumn Palace, he didn't treat himself like a prisoner. The rebels rebuked him, and the Soul Emperor responded with this.
The original meaning was, "When I need you, you don't come to help me; when I don't need you, you make me beg you."
"The Empire controls thirteen states. His Majesty can't split himself into two. How can he take care of everything?" The man in white explained, and then his face darkened slightly. "No matter why you became bandits, you can't escape punishment. However, I'm not here to settle scores with you today. This isn't my business. I'm here to warn you that in Yongling, you'd better know your place. "
Yan Chaoyang's face was emotionless. He stretched out his hand and clenched it, causing a wisp of deep blue to suddenly appear. His figure charged forward at high speed, and he practically fused into one with the deep blue light.
The terrifying Qi activity instantly expanded in the alley like a cloud of smoke. The spots of deep blue were as dazzling as the sea of stars.
The pupils of the man in white suddenly shrank. His body suddenly turned upside down, and the sword in his sleeve was almost unsheathed at the same time.
Dang!
The body of the sword accurately parried the attack, and the tip of the spear exploded with a burst of intense sparks.
The man in white took the opportunity to retreat to the wall. He looked down from above, his eyes cold. However, his face was slightly pale, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly behind his back.
No one spoke. The passageway fell into a strange silence. However, the clash of auras between the two had already reached a peak. If the clash of auras could produce sounds, then there were undoubtedly thousands of soldiers fighting in the passageway.
At this time, the pride of a swordsman did not allow the man in white to retreat.
"As expected of the Dragon Soul Spear." The man in white was still cold. "This one is Su Yu. Please enlighten me, Mister Second!"
The sword danced like a flower, and the Qi activity boiled like oil. The concentration of the sword energy seemed to have reached a critical point.
But at this time, another person suddenly appeared at the entrance of the wine shop.
This person was very ordinary, very ordinary.
He had a kerchief tied around his head, and was dressed in coarse hemp clothing. His chest was bare, and he wore wooden clogs. No matter where, people dressed like this could be found all over the streets and alleys, like the owner of a noodle stall at a corner.
But it was this ordinary person that caused Yan Chaoyang's aura to suddenly disappear.
He turned around and said, "I don't want to fight anymore."
Without any explanation, he left just like that.
It was not until Yan Chaoyang followed that person into the wine shop that Su Yu reacted. His Qi activity rebounded, and he almost vomited blood. His cheeks twitched slightly. He clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He felt strangely relaxed.
He stood there for a long time, and finally sighed, turned around, and left.
He sighed not because he was nervous, but because he did not have the courage to rush in at this time.
He was not afraid of the ordinary person who looked like the owner of the noodle stall. He was afraid of breaking the temporary tacit understanding between Ji Zhiyuan and Yanshan Robber, especially at this sensitive time.
The ordinary person who looked like the owner of the noodle stall was actually very ordinary. He was not a cultivator.
After entering the wine shop and entering the inner room, he respectfully kneeled on one knee and said, "Your subordinate, Yuan Chengxi, pays his respects to Mister Second."
Originally, it was already strange for him to be so respectful towards the owner of a tavern. What was even more strange was that the identity of the owner of the wine shop was not ordinary at all, which meant that his identity was not ordinary either.
In the eyes of ordinary people, Yuan Chengxi was only a noodle stall owner with a somewhat special name. But in fact, he was a small leader of the Wild Fox Battalion. In Yongling in the capital, he was responsible for investigating, analyzing, and gathering all kinds of information.
He was responsible for all the spies and spies in the capital. Some of them did not even know that they were working for Yanshan Robber.
Although he was not a cultivator, his status in the Yanshan Robber was much higher than that of ordinary cultivators.
Yan Chaoyang's face was still as cold as usual. He asked, "What is it?"
His tone was as cold as iron. Those who were familiar with him could sense the change in his tone.
Yuan Chengxi's identity was too important. If he was exposed, all the spies and spies of the Wild Fox Battalion in the capital would be uprooted. But such an important person came to him at this time without any disguise.
Yuan Chengxi thought for a moment but did not speak. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and drew a peach blossom on it.
Of course, his drawing skills were not even third-rate. Otherwise, it would not look like a sesame seed cake.
Yan Chaoyang did not smile. He looked at it for a moment and said, "Where?"
He did not ask what it was, but Yuan Chengxi immediately understood. He said with some excitement, "Mister, Mister Second, is he the son of that person?"
"Where?" Yan Chaoyang slowly looked at him.
Yuan Chengxi's heart trembled. He immediately bowed his head and said respectfully, "Returning Moon House, in the brothel's Returning Moon House."
At this moment, when the brothel was mentioned, the peach blossom shaped like a sesame seed cake became a bit more enchanting.
The peach blossom signal was an emergency summon order from the head of the Yanshan Robber to the highest person in charge nearby. Upon seeing the signal, no matter what you were doing, you must immediately go.
Was the situation really that serious for a man like Yan Li to use an emergency summon order?
This was the question in Yan Chaoyang's mind at this moment.
PS: Oh my, why do I want to write a chapter and upload it today? I just have this kind of impulse. Otherwise, I would be too embarrassed to talk to you all. In the forty days that I did not write, I was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden. I saw different sceneries and all kinds of people. I felt that everything was novel, but I did not grow much, whether it was as a person or as a writer. In the forty days that I did not have to work full time, the pace of my life suddenly changed. It became extremely leisurely and slow. This had nothing to do with reality. It was a change in mentality. I did not know whether this change was good or bad. The only thing I knew was that in this state, I could not be a full-time coder.
In the process of writing this book, most of the time was spent in a hurry and anxiety. Because I wanted to succeed, I desperately wanted to succeed to change the situation of my life. But the more I longed for it, the more I ran away from my goal. I had carefully prepared the new book, but before I could open it, I encountered a second hospitalization experience in my life. The pressure and worries of reality, my parents' lack of understanding, my inability to communicate, and my financial predicament were like a mass of tangled tangles in my heart. They entangled my blood vessels and spread throughout my body, making it difficult for me to breathe. I gradually became numb.
Because of all these reasons, I chose to go out to work. I had many jobs, and I thought I was already a qualified adult. But this time, the feeling was completely different. Because society was constantly improving, I did not constantly adapt to it. Only at this juncture did I realize that I belonged to the group of people who had been eliminated from the lowest level. I suddenly realized that I really had nothing. After I recognized myself, my thoughts and ideas for writing became stiff. Even if I had time, I did not know how to continue writing even after racking my brain. My stock of manuscripts decreased day by day. I became more and more anxious, but I was powerless to change the situation. I seemed to have reached a dead end. I could not get out, and no one could come in.
After I stopped writing, I would occasionally think of 'Beautiful Women'. I thought about the characters I had created, and what kind of woman I should match a man like Yan Shiyi with. I did not think much. In real life, I also met a girl who was fated with me. I thought that maybe a good relationship could happen. But I did not expect that I did not have the skill to fall in love. Only then did I realize that I did not know how to fall in love. What kind of saying is this? Forgive me for not being able to describe that feeling with words. Then, I realized another problem. It turned out that the love I had in mind was such a precious thing. For ordinary people, it would not appear in front of them. And that girl was not as beautiful and pure as I had imagined. I wanted to vent and tell the world my thoughts and opinions, but my voice was too soft.
Then, I fell into a state of distress. My friends and my parents were all victims of marriage. They did not seem to be that happy. So, I probably had marriage phobia, which made me even more confused about the future. Until recently, I watched the TV series' Smile '. The pure and beautiful relationship between the department belle and the school hunk was what I yearned for. I could not have it, so why not create it? Then, I remembered the original intention of writing.
At the beginning of writing, I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly had a great fear. Does a person's consciousness still exist after death? A person's life is only a few decades, but billions of years have already happened. In these billions of years, I am not even a speck of dust. Should I leave something in this world to prove that I once existed? This was the original intention of writing, and nothing else. It should not be anything else. I woke up. My attitude in writing should be as pure and clean as my view of love. Otherwise, the things I wanted to express would also deteriorate.
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