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Nan Zheng was stunned.
She was ready to die.
It was like that year when her entire tribe was expelled from the Mountain of Ancestors and her family members were all killed. She didn't want to live anymore.
"Nan Wang has been spoiled by those guys for many years and behaved impudently. No one in the barbarian tribes dares to offend the descendants of her clan. You're really pitiful."
The young woman in white said while looking at her, "Take out everything."
Nan Zheng was stunned again. She didn't understand what the young woman meant until a moment later. Without any hesitation, she took off the Barren Vase and the diamond gloves and handed them to the young woman. After some thought, she took out a few bottles of magic pills she had accumulated in Bulao Lin.
The young woman in white took the Barren Vase and the diamond gloves without taking the magic pills, saying, "Your zither is pretty good. Lend it to me for a few years."
Nan Zheng thought that she couldn't refuse.
Having said that, the young woman in white leapt up into the air, her dress fluttering in the wind as she flew away.
Gu Pan looked in the direction where she disappeared, feeling a bit frustrated. Why didn't she kill him and all his subordinates easily if she could have done so?
Nan Zheng had the same question, as well as something else.
The background of this young woman in white was unknown, but she must be an important figure in the orthodox Cultivation circle.
Tonight, the orthodox Cultivation circle was engaged in a fierce battle with Bulao Lin, but she didn't participate in the battle; instead, she was fishing in troubled waters.
What did she mean?
The amulet paper slips scattered like fireflies gradually dimmed, and the world in the fog returned to darkness.
Nan Zheng disappeared into the darkness after shooting a glance at Gu Pan.
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The southwest was truly desolate, especially in the treacherous mountains surrounding Yizhou City, where few people could be found. Even a large temple like the Baotong Zen Temple didn't receive much incense, and few believers came to fulfill their vows. Between the morning bells and evening drums, it was quiet except for the sound of monks doing their homework.
There was a vegetable garden a few miles to the west of the Baotong Zen Temple, which was responsible for the monks' daily necessities. In addition to the monks who grew vegetables, there were three more young guests.
Looking at the green vegetables and tofu in the clay bowl, He Zhan said with a hopeless expression, "If I keep eating like this, my face will turn green."
Su Ziye glanced at him from the bed.
In the vegetable garden of the Baotong Zen Temple, he was not the famous young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, but a patient.
He Zhan said, "I'm not laughing at you. You used to be a vegetable, but now you're just an eggplant. Although the color is a little lighter, you're still an eggplant."
Tong Yan walked in from outside the room and put the medicine on the table. She said while looking at Su Ziye, "The effect of the medicine is pretty good. The remaining poison will be eliminated in five days."
Though there was a "Zen" in the Baotong Zen Temple, it was not a branch of the Zen Sect and had nothing to do with the Guocheng Temple. On the contrary, it was said that it was close to the Shui Yue Nunnery. However, like the Guocheng Temple, both the Baotong Zen Temple and the Guocheng Temple were highly skilled in medicine. Due to the hot and humid forests in the southwest land and the poisonous miasma, the Baotong Zen Temple was even more skilled in medicine than the Guocheng Temple. Though Su Ziye was poisoned severely, his life was saved by the treatment of the monks of the temple.
In the beginning, the Chief Monk of the Baotong Zen Temple was unwilling to treat Su Ziye because of his identity. He agreed reluctantly after Tong Yan begged him. However, he couldn't allow a devil man of the deviant sects to live in the temple, so he arranged for them to live in the vegetable garden and only asked Tong Yan to sneak into the temple to get the medicine every day. He had to make sure that nobody else knew about this; otherwise, the reputation of the ancient temple, which had lasted for a thousand years, would be ruined.
The three of them had lived in the vegetable garden for many days. He Zhan had finished the wine he brought with him a long time ago, and he was so hungry for the medicine that he almost couldn't stand it anymore. When he heard that Tong Yan would only need five days, his countenance finally looked better.
Tong Yan walked to the window, continuing the unfinished game of Go.
Su Ziye finished drinking the medicine with the help of He Zhan. He moved a little bit toward the window on the bed with some difficulty, looking at the Go board.
The sunlight shone on the Go board through the window and reflected on his face. His green skin looked a bit lighter under the scorching sunlight; he really looked like a vegetable leaf.
The sunlight also shone on Tong Yan's face. Her fair and tender skin looked like jade, and her eyebrows looked even lighter. She really looked like a child.
It was because He Zhan didn't want to continue playing Go, and Tong Yan's opponent was himself. He had been playing this game for five days. Su Ziye had been watching the game for a long time as well. He knew how to play Go, and he considered himself a smart person, but he still couldn't understand the game until now. He didn't know how big the gap between him and Tong Yan was until now.
In his eyes, there was only one reason why Tong Yan, whose skill of Go was far superior to anyone else in the world, was still playing Go so diligently and tirelessly every day.
Su Ziye asked, "Are you still not convinced that you lost to Jing Jiu?"
"You have to work hard to do anything. Not everyone is like that guy, who can get everything smoothly just by luck."
Tong Yan didn't raise his head. His eyelashes cast a long shadow, which was as cold as his voice.
Looking at He Zhan, Su Ziye said sympathetically, "What a jealous life."
He Zhan was the mutual friend of the two of them, and also the only connection between them.
In the Cultivation circle, He Zhan was not famous for his talent, though he was indeed talented. Nor was he known as the second in the world, which was a joke.
What he was famous for was his luck.
As a free-traveling disciple who had never learned the profound magic methods or the secret methods of the deviant sects, he was on par with figures like Su Ziye and Tong Yan.
Was it because of his bearing and moral character? Of course not. It was because he had enough luck to make himself powerful enough.
He Zhan was peeling the green beans in salted water to make the strong tea. Hearing the conversation between the two, he walked to the window while dusting his hands.
"There's no need to be jealous. It's because I can't figure it out either. And I'm increasingly convinced that it's not a good thing."
Many years ago, there was an ordinary nunnery outside a city. There was only one old nun in the nunnery, and there were four stone steps in front of the nunnery.
One night, an abandoned baby was placed on the second stone step.
In the early morning, the old nun found the abandoned baby and carried him inside.
That abandoned baby was He Zhan.
The old nun recited the scripts every day. He Zhan had been familiar with them since he was a child. Later, he began to practice with her, and he realized that those scripts were actually the methods of Cultivation.
As such, He Zhan embarked on the path of Cultivation.
The time for the old nun was up. She closed her eyes and slept forever. He Zhan left the nunnery and started to travel the world.
He had thought that since the nunnery and the old nun were so ordinary, the method of Cultivation must be ordinary as well. As such, he kept a low profile and didn't have any dealings with the Cultivation practitioners. He even considered joining the Pure Heaven Bureau.
One day, he found a magic treasure by the stream, and a young disciple of the Sect of Three bumped into him, who wanted to snatch the treasure.
He didn't dare fight for it, and was about to offer it to the disciple with both hands. Unexpectedly, that disciple of the Sect of Three wanted to kill him to prevent him from divulging the secret. In desperation, he had no choice but to fight back.
The disciple of the Sect of Three turned into a band of green smoke in front of him.
It was then that he realized that everything was not ordinary, including the nunnery, the old nun, and the method of Cultivation.
What happened later proved that he was not an ordinary person, at least in terms of luck.
He had many fortuitous encounters and picked up many magic treasures, including the bones of the flood dragon and the boxes of crystals.
Whenever he needed something, he would find it.
Turning misfortunes into blessings was a common occurrence for him.
He grew up gradually and gained some fame in the Cultivation circle, and became a disciple that many famous and large sects wanted to recruit.
As Su Ziye said, how could he not be envious of such good luck?
"Why isn't it a good thing to have good luck?" Su Ziye asked.
He Zhan shrugged and said, "I don't want it to be like this. You should know that one can only toughen his will and temper his Dao Heart after experiencing hardships and dangers; but I don't have such an opportunity."
Su Ziye and Tong Yan eyed each other, saying nothing.
He Zhan continued, "But I don't want to be like Liu Shisui."
It was quiet in the room for a while.
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