Instead of taking the main path, Tuján took the disciple along a small path and arrived at the place where the Guardian Elder cultivated.
As the Guardian Elder, Su Po did not make things difficult for the disciple. After asking and confirming the situation, he warned the disciple, "Don't mention this matter to anyone again, do you understand?"
The disciple still did not know what had happened, but he knew that it must have something to do with the food box that he had sent. He faintly guessed that Song Yanqing might have done something, but he also could not afford to offend Song Yanqing, so he did not dare to say anything. He nodded his head and said, "This disciple understands."
Su Po waved his hand to dismiss the disciple.
After walking to the door and confirming that the disciple had left, Tuján walked back with the help of a crutch. He said in a hoarse voice, "Elder, the Shangqing Sect is a famous and upright sect. Unexpectedly, there was a disciple who used such a despicable and insidious method. Are we just going to let it go and not pursue this matter?"
Su Po was silent for a while, then he asked, "Pursue this matter? How do you want to pursue this matter? "
Tuján said angrily, "Song Yanqing has nothing to fear. It is nothing more than relying on the Song family's background. He knows that the Shanghai Sect will not dare to punish him, so he dared to act so recklessly. There is no harm in making this matter bigger. When the time comes, according to the sect rules, the other two Elders will have no choice but to punish him!"
Su Po slowly closed his eyes, "You know better than anyone else that under the involvement of King Ning, the imperial court has the intention to clean up the 'remnants' of King Ning. Some big sects are eyeing the Shanghai Sect covetously. If it were not for the fear of the Song family, I am afraid that the Song family would have already been annihilated. If we offend the Song family, the Song family only needs to reveal a little bit of their intention, and they can force the Shanghai Sect into a desperate situation! Is Song Yanqing more important, or is the life and death of our Sect more important? "
Tuján said bitterly, "Elder, the Shanghai Sect is no longer of any use to the Song family. The reason why they reluctantly support us is that Song Shu is a disciple of the Sect. It's not easy to bear the reputation of deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, especially the identity of the Song family. It's just a show for the world to see. Today, the Song Clan was merely waiting for an opportunity. They were waiting for a legitimate opportunity to give up on the Shang Qing Sect. It wasn't because the Song Clan wanted to protect the Shang Qing Sect. This day would come sooner or later! This disciple still suggests to give up on this place and temporarily go into seclusion to wait for the future. Otherwise, we'll just be sitting here waiting for death! "
"This is not a place where you can decisively give up if you want to go to war. You can talk about this matter in front of me, but don't mention it in front of others, lest they suspect your identity!" Su Po sighed softly, tilted his head to look at him, and said, "If the day you mentioned really comes, remember, don't worry about this place. Leave immediately and go to the Demon Ridge to find your master!"
Tuján wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. Su Po raised his hand to stop him, "Alright, don't talk about it anymore. Go back. Be sure to protect Niu Youdao. Dongguo Haoran is good at reading people's faces. Since he accepted Niu Youdao as his disciple, there must be a reason. He won't do things without a goal. Don't let anything happen to him! "
"Yes!" Tuján answered silently, turned around and left.
If it was a blessing, it wasn't a curse. If it was a curse, it couldn't be avoided. The auspicious day had arrived. Niu Youdao, who had never been married in his previous life, had made up for it in advance in this life.
The big red lanterns hanging under the peach trees set off the peach blossoms. The peach blossoms swayed with the wind on the cliff, creating a kind of poignant beauty.
Although the Peach Blossom Spring was decorated with lanterns and colored streamers, the Shanghai Sect didn't organize a wedding on a large scale. There wasn't even a formal wedding banquet, let alone sending wedding invitations to other cultivation sects.
A group of Inner Gate disciples showed up. Song Yanqing, who was among them, stared at Tang Yi and Niu Youdao, who were wearing red makeup and a red veil, as they bowed to the Heaven and Earth. His eyes were practically spitting fire.
There were people on his left and right who were on guard to prevent him from acting recklessly. If there was any abnormality, they would immediately restrain him.
"Send them to the bridal chamber!" The master of the ceremony sang loudly, and the couple was sent away.
After a simple two cups of wedding wine, the guests also dispersed. Some sighed, some shook their heads, and all had different expressions.
However, many people looked at Song Yanqing, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and secretly felt it was funny. Everyone in the Shanghai Sect knew that this guy liked Tang Yi. Everyone liked beautiful women, but no one dared to compete with Song Yanqing. This time, a nobody came out and ruined this guy's plan. Some people secretly rejoiced in his misfortune.
On the bed in the bridal chamber, the couple sat side by side, looking at the pair of burning red candles.
After drinking the cross-cup wine and lifting the red veil, the female disciple who presented the ceremony retreated and closed the door, leaving space for the newlyweds to freely express themselves.
Sitting on the side, Niu Youdao, who was a little bored, turned his head to look at the beautiful bride beside him from time to time. He didn't know what to say. The key was that he didn't understand what these people wanted to do, so he kept vigilant and pondered in his heart.
On the other hand, Tang Yi sat there quietly, looking unusually calm.
The two of them sat like this until dawn, not even touching hands. When someone outside knocked on the door to call for a room, Tang Yi finally got up and left.
Later, a female disciple came in and said to Niu Youdao, "Martial Uncle Tang said that he still has some matters to deal with in the sect, so he left first."
"Oh!" Niu Youdao nodded in response.
Now that there were no outsiders, he fell asleep immediately and woke up in the evening.
When he walked out of the room, the decorated lanterns and red silk seemed a little dazzling in the quiet courtyard. Everything gave people a feeling of a dream.
When he walked out of the door, he saw Tuján lighting the lanterns under the peach tree. After lighting the lanterns outside, the silent Tuján brushed past him and entered the courtyard to light the lanterns inside.
Dressed in a big red robe, Niu Youdao stood under the peach tree and looked at the Shangqing Palace on the opposite cliff. The lanterns on the opposite side were also gradually lighting up.
Night gradually fell. Broken flower petals drifted with the wind and fell on his shoulders.
It was on the day of the wedding that he met Tang Yi. In the days after that, he basically didn't see Tang Yi again.
He lived here, but Tang Yi didn't. Only every New Year, Tang Yi would come over and sit face to face with him for a meal. After that, they wouldn't sleep in the same room. She would stay in another wing for a night and leave again at dawn.
Quiet, peaceful, and lonely. This was how Niu Youdao felt about the days after the wedding. When Chen Guishuo was around, there were occasionally people he could chat with. In exchange, Tuján was really boring and ugly.
However, Tuján seemed to be fond of wine. He often held the wine gourd and drank until he was drunk. Only when Tuján was drunk could Niu Youdao take the opportunity to chat with him and occasionally get some useful information.
It was also from Tuján that he learned that Tang Yi became the head of the Shangqing Sect not long after the wedding!
In other words, he became the husband of the Shangqing Sect's head, but he was under house arrest. Niu Youdao became more and more confused. What did the Shangqing Sect mean by doing this to him? He had no clue and no one could tell him any answer …
Another year of spring came.
A young man with a ramrod straight figure stood with his hands behind his back beneath a peach blossom tree that seemed as if it would never wither and was brilliant like the sunset. He had handsome features, a three-dimensional appearance, and revealed a firm and restrained expression. His bearing was warm and tranquil, and his ponytail that was casually restrained behind his head caused him to emit a lazy aura. It was precisely Niu Youdao.
Time and moon flew by. In the blink of an eye, Niu Youdao had been under house arrest for five years. He had changed from a little boy to a rather graceful young man.
If it was any other young man, he would definitely be bored to death, but he was fine. The cultivation from his previous life had also imperceptibly influenced him in this life. When he calmed down, he meditated and cultivated. With a peaceful heart, he took it as secluded cultivation.
Since things had come to this point, he was not in a hurry. He believed that he would be able to leave this place sooner or later with his own ability. Although the Shangqing Sect did not provide him with cultivation resources, the Dharma Transmission Protection Talisman in his body was his biggest reliance!
So far, he had only refined and absorbed two of the Dharma Transmission Protection Talismans in his body, but his cultivation had reached the peak of the Qi Refining Stage.
As his cultivation got higher and higher, the speed of refining the Dharma Transmission Protection Talismans would naturally become faster and faster. This was the source of his confidence!
Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Gold Core, and Nascent Soul. Let's not talk about the legendary cultivation after that. According to the information Tuján got, there were not many masters whose cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul level. Those who had reached the Nascent Soul level were the top masters in the world. Those who had reached the Gold Core level were also quite good masters.
Currently, only three Elders of the Shangqing Sect had reached the Gold Core level. There were originally two more, but Tang Mu and Dongguo Haoran, two talented Gold Core experts, had died. The rest of the people who were of the same generation as them were basically still in the Foundation Building Realm. It seemed that the Sect Leader, Tang Yi, had broken through the Foundation Building Realm last year with the help of the three Elders. The other disciples were still lingering in the Qi Refining Stage. Therefore, after thinking about it, his current cultivation was not considered low in the Shangqing Sect. It was just that he wanted to keep a low profile. In a situation where the situation was unclear and he did not have enough confidence to protect himself, he did not intend to reveal himself.
His current state of mind was very good. There was food and drink here, and it was quiet. It was a good place to practice in peace. He heard that the outside world was chaotic, and he might not be able to find a better place for cultivation than this. Therefore, he was not in a hurry to leave.
After relaxing his mood, Niu Youdao lay down on the deck chair under the tree again. Smelling the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, he entered a lazy state of pretending to sleep …
Under the curtain of the night, the Yan Capital was lit up. Shops stood in great numbers, and the streets were bustling with activity. It was very prosperous. The people in the outside world who had no way to live seemed to have nothing to do with this place. A large number of beggars who lived in the dark corners seemed to live in another world.
There was a quiet mansion in the middle of the hustle and bustle. The two words' Song Mansion 'were written on the door. It was the mansion of the Yan Chief Justice, Song Jiuming.
A horse carriage arrived. A man wrapped in a cloak got off the carriage. He stroked his beard and strode up the stairs. He seemed to be swaggering.
A servant quickly came out from the gatehouse. He nodded and bowed and said, "Mr. Cao!" Another gatekeeper quickly ran in to report.
After a few replies, a man quickly came out from inside to welcome him. Before he walked out of the door, he cupped his hands and said with a smile, "What brings Mr. Cao here? Please come in! "
The person who personally came out to welcome him was Song Jiuming's eldest son, Song Quan, who was already an official.
Although the visitor, Cao Fengduo, was a commoner, he was one of the counselors of the Minister of Public Works. Therefore, Song Quan came to welcome him personally.
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked side by side into the living room of the inner court to enjoy tea.
After a while, Song Jiuming, who was dressed in casual clothes and had a fair complexion, arrived slowly. He seemed to have taken good care of his appearance and complexion. The two of them in the living room stood up.
Cao Fengduo cupped his hands and bowed, "Greetings, Chief Justice!"
Song Jiuming acknowledged and walked straight to the main seat. He sat down and asked in a serious tone, "Mr. Cao, you've come in person. Is there anything the Old Lord wants?"
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