The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1228 Yingqushui Reappears

On this day, a lone swordsman in gray entered the Northern Palace as if it were his own.

He walked right past the Imperial Guards who were stationed at the palace without anyone noticing him.

Even experts like Mo Ya and Bai Feng failed to notice his arrival.

A master has arrived!

Inside the school administration hall, An Qisheng looked solemnly at the entrance of the hall. After passing through the hall's doors, his aura locked onto the swordsman on the royal palace road.

"Huh?" Mo Ya and Bai Feng immediately rushed out.

But even though the person was right in front of them, they saw nothing, or rather, they saw something but couldn't remember it, as if the person didn't exist in this world. They tried to grasp him, but then forgot what they were supposed to do.

“You are no match for him!” An Qisheng and Yan Yan also appeared at the entrance of the main hall, looking at the newcomers with solemn expressions.

"Your Majesty, as you know, I am just a civil official and not good at martial arts!" An Qisheng's face was somewhat unpleasant.

Normally, this would be him being modest, but in this case, he was stating a fact.

The newcomer's level of skill had exceeded his comprehension, even surpassing his master, He Shang Gong, and any other expert he had ever encountered, including He Guanzi, the guardian of Bingzhou.

“Even the true sword immortal is inferior to the Qu Shui Sword Immortal!” Yan Yan also said with great solemnity.

They were able to spot the person, but only barely. They were not much better than Mo Ya and Bai Feng; at most, they could remember him for a few more breaths.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time!" The swordsman smiled and looked up, revealing a familiar face.

"The Sword Immortal of Qushui!" Yan Yan and An Qisheng were both stunned.

The newcomer's appearance was almost identical to Ying Qushui's, but their temperaments were completely different, so they didn't recognize him at first. In addition, Ying Qushui's condition was very special, so they would easily forget him if they weren't careful.

“It’s me!” Ying Qushui said with a smile, finally walking up to Yan Yan.

"Senior, what is this?" An Qisheng asked, voicing his doubts.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng were both stunned. They only saw that Yan Yan and An Qisheng seemed to be talking to someone, and that person was very close, right in front of them, but they couldn't see them.

As the wind whistled past, Shao Siming's figure suddenly appeared beside Yan Yan, her starry eyes sparkling as she looked at Ying Qushui with the same confusion.

“Dead!” Ying Qushui said with a smile, calm and serene, truly indifferent to life and death.

"?" Yan Yan, Shao Siming, and An Qisheng frowned.

They all knew that Ying Qushui's time was coming to an end. It was only a few years away, and they thought he had long since died somewhere. They never expected to see him again.

“Not quite dead!” Ying Qushui thought for a moment and added again.

The three were even more confused.

“You can think of them as half ghost and half immortal, unable to go down or up.” Ying Qushui scratched his fluffy hair.

Yan Yan and the other two still couldn't understand. "Let me tell you how I died!" Ying Qushui didn't know how to explain either.

“Okay!” Yan Yan nodded. They were still very curious about how Ying Qushui died and how she ended up like this.

"My swordsmanship is called the Great River Swordsmanship, which I comprehended when I entered the Yellow River from the winding stream," Ying Qushui said slowly, and Yan Yan and the other two nodded.

"Therefore, if I want to take my swordsmanship to the next level, I need to find a river comparable to the Yellow River. And the Yellow River has always been regarded as the mother river of China. I thought, if there is a mother, then there should naturally be a father. So I went to the Ji River and the Huai River, but neither of them were as good as the Yellow River. So I went to Hanzhong and watched the Han River flow into the Yangtze River from Fuyu Mountain, which is also known as Bazhong Mountain, where the Han River and the Yangtze River meet..."

Ying Qushui slowly recounted her experiences over the years.

Yan Yan and the other two exchanged glances, all feeling somewhat helpless. Ying Qushui's state was strange. In front of Ying Qushui, they were like fish with only a seven-second memory, completely unable to remember what Ying Qushui had said seven seconds ago.

"Please speak slowly, wait for me a moment!" Yan Yan felt that he had almost forgotten everything, so he could only interrupt Ying Qushui.

Ying Qushui was stunned for a moment, then realized that the reason he came to find Yan Yan was because, in this world, there seemed to be only a few people who could see him, and even fewer who could remember him. He came to Beiyewang City to try his luck.

"River of Righteous Qi, appear!" Yan Yan shouted, gripping the Bingzhou Jade Seal. Beside the sun, a long river of azure literary energy suddenly appeared, eventually casting its azure light to envelop the four of them.

"That's enough, senior, let's get straight to the point. I've exhausted myself, I feel completely drained!" Yan Yan realized for the first time that the River of Righteous Qi was on the verge of collapse and drying up because of the support it had given to one person.

“I went to Fuyu Mountain, also known as Bazhong Mountain, to watch the Han River flow into the Yangtze River, and then waited to die. Just as I was about to pass away, a night rain drenched my body, and then my body turned into dust, and I became like this.” Ying Qushui spoke at a speed of 3.0, finishing the whole thing in one breath.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be this fast!" Yan Yan said awkwardly.

As for where Fuyu Mountain, or Bazhong Mountain, is, they don't know, but they only need to know that it is located at the confluence of the Han River and the Yangtze River.

"So?" Yan Yan knew that time was of the essence, so he continued to ask.

"Then you don't know what I saw: dead people everywhere, no, I mean ghosts, some wearing animal skins, some livestock, some mountain spirits, some wood spirits, and so on..." Ying Qushui continued speaking at the same pace.

"When they saw me, they chased me like madmen. I had no choice but to keep killing them. But they seemed to be unkillable. They were only killed until their figures became blurry. So in the end, I don't know how long I killed them until no one dared to come near me. They all knelt at my feet, shouting something like 'What the hell? What the emperor?'"

"Holy crap, you've become the Ghost Emperor?" Yan Yan stared blankly at Ying Qushui.

Now I finally understand how Yingqushui ended up like this.

After all, according to legend, the dead become ghosts, and those who cultivate Taoism become immortals.

It's likely that Ying Qushui gained some opportunity after his death because of that inexplicable rain, but he couldn't become an immortal, though he was stronger than ordinary ghosts.

Yan Yan even suspected that it was very likely that there was a Netherworld messenger who came to guide Ying Qushui, but Ying Qushui mistook him for someone who wanted to kill him, and then killed him. This stirred up a hornet's nest, caused chaos in the underworld, and in the end, he was transformed from a dead ghost into a ghost emperor.

As for Ying Qushui, who became the Ghost Emperor, he was naturally not accepted by the Underworld and could not become an immortal. He was left to his own devices by both the Underworld and the Underworld, as long as he did not cause trouble.

“Oh, I seem to remember my name on a stone in front of a bridge. I wasn’t actually given the surname Ying by the Ying clan, but I was originally from the Ying clan with the surname Zhao. However, I’ve been a descendant of the royal family for who knows how many years, so my name is Wen, my surname is Zhao, and my clan name is Ying.” Ying Qushui finally slowed down his speech.

"..." Yan Yan became even more certain that if the myths were not fabricated, then Ying Qushui, or rather Zhao Wen, had indeed ravaged the underworld and become a ghost emperor.

(End of this chapter)