Sitting in the carriage was the most expensive courtesan in the city at the time. Just meeting her would cost five hundred taels of silver. Even if he was the son of the King of Beiliang, he would still have to pay just to hear some interesting jianghu stories from her.
Although Hsu Fengnian had a photographic memory, his memory of the scene in front of him was still very blurry. Thus, even when he received spiced beef from the little girl many times in the "future," even when he was later pursued by a young female assassin, he did not recognize that she was the child he had casually given a pearl hairpin to back then.
In troubled times, human life was as cheap as grass. Every year had its ups and downs. Who would pay attention to the careless act of kindness he had done in his youth?
At the time, His Royal Highness was thinking more about how to guard against assassinations outside the manor, how to practice martial arts for revenge, and how to deal with his master, Li Yishan's heavy schoolwork. There were too many things he could not handle. If it was said that many children of noble families could still have some leisure time, even if they did not know the taste of worry, they could still create new words to express their worry. But his entire youth was always a hazy and gloomy impression. He held grudges and was ignorant. He would insensibly take out his anger on Xu Xiao, who had the two titles of King of Beiliang and the Pillar of Beiliang, but he did not do anything and was unwilling to take revenge. Thus, at the time, Hsu Fengnian was very disgusted with his identity as the heir. Even Xu Xiao, a vassal king with three hundred thousand cavalry, could not take revenge. Even if he inherited the title of King of Beiliang, what could he do? The youth wanted to practice martial arts, the blade, and become a top ace. Then he would go to Great Peace City to find the Emperor sitting on the dragon throne.
Hsu Fengnian came to the head of a new grave. After the Xu family retainer who had secretly escorted the little girl left, he saw an unexpected but reasonable middle-aged man.
Huang Sanjia.
The leader of the Three Great Devils of Spring and Autumn, Huang Longshi.
The man who had traveled around Beiliang to plant spies had been carefully observing the young His Highness during this period of time. He appeared beside the little girl who was kneeling in front of the grave and didn't get up. He crouched down and picked up a piece of yellow soil. Very quickly, he skillfully molded a small clay figurine. He handed it to the little girl and asked, "Does it look like him?"
When the little girl heard the noise, she didn't take the clay figurine. Instead, she knelt and took a few steps back, her eyes cold.
He pinched the clay figurine with two fingers, raised his arm, and continued to ask, "Do they look alike?"
The little girl, whose shoes were torn and her clothes were torn and her hands and feet were full of frostbite, was stunned for a moment. She stared at the clay figurine with her eyes wide open. She snatched it and carefully held it in her arms. Finally, she burst into tears.
The middle-aged man sat on the ground and smiled softly. "The clay figurine looks like your mother, but you look like my daughter. I'm very happy to meet you. This makes me happier than any 'book person' I've found in this spring and autumn."
The little girl only cared about her heart-wrenching sobs.
He didn't care. His eyes were abnormally gentle, like a father who was on the verge of despair and found his long-lost daughter in a foreign land thousands of miles away. He continued, "My name is Huang Longshi. I've monopolized the Spring and Autumn Three Grades here. From now on, you'll be called Jia Jiajia. You were born in the Spring and Autumn Three Grades, so you'll have the same surname as the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Grades. However, you share the same name with someone who lived a long, long, long time ago."
The little girl stopped crying, but she still didn't dare to approach this strange man.
However, she knew that he didn't have any bad intentions.
Because she didn't hate him from the bottom of her heart.
Huang Longshi sat in the soil in front of the grave. "I'll teach you martial arts in the future. The young man you want to repay is also a book person. However, he will die before the age of thirty. The official and unofficial history records many strange ways of dying. Anyway, they're all curses. The best and worst way is that he died under the iron hooves of Beimang and died without an intact corpse. I think that if he can die by your hands in the future, it'll be a very good way to repay you. "
Huang Longshi looked at her young face, which didn't understand much but was full of sadness. His heart suddenly softened. He said softly, "Since the person who flipped through the book inexplicably came into the book and wasn't crushed to death by the pages, then things in the future might be different."
Huang Longshi stood up and smiled as he extended his hand to her.
The little girl stood up with him holding her hand. Then, she looked at the field of golden sunflowers in the distance, lost in thought.
Huang Longshi turned his head and looked at the small grave made of new soil. He sighed. He didn't need to think to know that the grave would be dug up again and again by greedy people who didn't respect ghosts and gods just to take away the beaded golden hairpin. However, he didn't tell her this.
The little girl suddenly ran to the field of golden sunflowers. She broke off two stalks and placed one in front of the grave. Then, she thought for a moment and put down the other stalk that she planned to carry on her shoulder and put it beside her feet.
She knelt on the ground, facing the distance, and kowtowed three times.
Hsu Fengnian, who happened to be standing where the little girl was kowtowing, gently turned his body.
The "Thousand Character Classic" of the three hundred thousand elementary studies opened with the grand eight characters "Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow, Universe Primitive and Desolate". The universe was then analyzed into the eight characters "Up and Down, Four Directions, Since Ancient Times".
The Daoist Master Zhao Xituan's "Dream of the Spring and Autumn Annals" originated from an ancient person who had achieved the Dao in ancient times.
This was the essence of the later generation's "Astral Travel".
At this moment, this Hsu Fengnian raised his head and looked into the distance with Huang Longshi, who was now only forty years old.
On the top of Little Lotus Peak, the new Prince Liang, who had never obstructed his physical body from walking and thinking even after ten astral travels, now looked like a half-dead person who had fallen into a deep sleep.
Wudang's Song Zhiming, Chen Yi, and Yu Xingrui, who were of the same generation as the Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping, took turns guarding outside the pass for Hsu Fengnian.
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