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

Chapter 1229 Digging Three Feet Deep to Find Zhao Wen

The Bridge of Helplessness, the Road to the Underworld, and the Stone of Three Lives have all appeared. What else could it be but the Netherworld?
"So, what brings you here, senior?" Yan Yan asked, voicing his doubts.

"I'm so bored. Those ghosts and monsters don't dare to come near me, and no one in this world can see me or remember me. So I have to come here one by one to see who can still see me, remember me, and have someone to talk to." Ying Qushui Bear shrugged.

Being alone is really boring.

Yan Yan gazed at the fading righteous river in the sky, finally pointed at it, and said helplessly, "We can't remember you either. Trying to communicate with you would consume too much of the righteous river."

"How many breaths can you remember me for?" Ying Qushui asked hurriedly.

He also discovered a terrifying fact: time was flowing incredibly fast in his place. What might be a day for Yan Yan and the others could be a year for him. That's why he felt bored and lonely and wanted to talk to someone.

Moreover, even though he followed the map in his memory, the journey from the Han River to the Northern Ye Royal City involved countless extra territories. It took him hundreds of years to walk from Mount Bazhong to the Northern Ye Royal City.

Moreover, his visit to Yan Yan was not only exhausting for Yan Yan, but also for him.

"At most three breaths!" Yan Yan thought for a moment.

“Alright! I’ll just squat down next to you. At least someone will remember me and talk to me for three breaths. I went to see He Guanzi, but he forgot about me as soon as he turned around. I went to see Master Xun, but that guy slapped me across the face and broke his own hand. He cursed and told me not to come out and scare people if I had nothing to do…” Ying Qushui listed the acquaintances he had visited one by one.

Yan Yan's lips twitched. As a Ghost Emperor, squatting beside him—was this something a human would do? Well, this really wasn't human.

"Have you ever thought that since they call you the Ghost Emperor, you should establish a kingdom, then ghosts will play with you?" Yan Yan said, trying to persuade him.

He really didn't want a ghost following him around all the time.

"I can give you offspring!" Ying Qushui saw through Yan Yan's meaning at a glance and said something that shocked everyone.

"Hmm?! Senior, please stay as long as you like!" Yan Yan, Shao Siming, and An Qisheng immediately knelt down and bowed.

"The River of Righteous Qi won't last much longer. We'll talk about it again after it recovers. I also need to go and make some preparations for you." Ying Qushui smiled and waved his hand, his figure disappearing from the three people's sight.

"What if we can't remember it?" Before dismissing the River of Curiosity, Yan Yan asked Shao Siming and An Qisheng hesitantly.

"I'm not sure!" An Qisheng shook his head.

What happened today was far beyond their comprehension.

"Then each of us should memorize a few words!" Yan Yan thought for a moment. With their combined cultivation levels, each of them should be able to memorize a few words.

“Mount Bazhong!” Yan Yan said.

"Child!" Shao Siming also spoke.

“???” An Qisheng stared blankly at the two of them. You two have memorized these words, so what am I supposed to memorize?

Time, place, people, and events. Time is not important. You're all in a hurry for the place and events. What good is it if I just remember the people?

"I feel like I can only remember two words: Zhao Wen," An Qisheng said helplessly. "You only realize how little you know when you need it, and you only know the pain of being beaten!"
"I can't hold on any longer!" Yan Yan released his grip and withdrew the River of Righteous Qi.

"Baozhong Mountain (child) (Zhao Wen)!" The moment the River of Righteousness dissipated, the three of them immediately spoke up, afraid of forgetting.

The three of them looked at each other blankly, wondering why they had uttered those three words.

"Go to Mount Baizhong and find a gentleman named Zhao Wen. He has a way to help us have offspring!" Yan Yan quickly analyzed the situation. All three men were outstanding figures of their time, and it was easy to connect them using these three words.

“That is correct!” An Qisheng and Shao Siming nodded.

"Who is Zhao Wen?" Mo Ya and Bai Feng added fuel to the fire.

They had only seen three people's mouths moving, but hadn't heard a sound. They were terrified. The palace was haunted! There were ghosts!
The three of them immediately turned their heads and stared intently at the two. That was a question: Who was Zhao Wen?

"Investigate!" Shao Siming said coldly, tossing out the imperial seal.

It's important to understand that the queen of this era was not just a figurehead; her seal also granted her the power to mobilize troops.

Of course, not just any queen's seal could mobilize a large army; only queens with extremely high prestige possessed the personal charisma to command military generals.

Clearly, in Bingzhou, the imperial seal of the Lesser Master of Fate could also be used to mobilize troops.

"Here you go!" Bai Feng accepted the imperial seal with both hands and then disappeared in a flash.

They all knew very well that if they couldn't find this Zhao Wen, they wouldn't be able to rest.

This isn't just something Shao Siming is searching for; it's also something Yan Yan and An Qisheng are searching for. The whole world is about to be mobilized.

"What's wrong with Bingzhou?" Zhang Han and Hei Bai Xuan Jian couldn't understand. The entire Bingzhou was searching for a person named Zhao Wen, but Bingzhou itself knew nothing about this person's appearance or even his abilities; they only knew his name.

Ironically, this was Yan Yan who personally sent a message to Ying Zheng, asking him to help find it.

"We've dug every inch of Baizhong Mountain, but we still haven't found anyone named Zhao Wen!" Hei Bai Xuan Jian looked at his hands covered in yellow mud. They had truly razed Baizhong Mountain to the ground. They had dug up quite a few skeletons, but they couldn't find a living person named Zhao Wen. They had even searched for the skeletons, but they still couldn't find anyone named Zhao Wen.

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After a hundred years in the Netherworld, Ying Qushui finally returned to his place of transformation. He wanted to help Yan Yan have an heir, but he also knew that many hands make light work. So over the years, he had gathered millions of followers and fought his way back to Mount Bazhong.

"Where is my home?" Looking at the razed Baizhong Mountain, Ying Qushui was lost in confusion. How long had he been gone? When he came back, his home was gone.

He even thought he had gone to the wrong place!

This is his sacred ground, the Netherworld. Anyone who dares to cause trouble here will have their sacred ground razed to the ground.

"Where is my huge dojo?" Ying Qushui looked at the ghost generals and ghost commanders under his command.

All the ghosts trembled in fear; they truly knew nothing.

They've never been to Bazhong Mountain either.

"Never mind, let's take care of business first!" Ying Qushui thought for a moment and didn't care that his dojo was gone.

He's planning something big!
"Ghost Emperor, you still want to challenge the Prince of Jing Le Kingdom to a duel? No way, people will die!" The group of ghost generals were instantly terrified.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. What's more, they're not even human anymore; they'll really be beaten to death.

"It's alright. This time I've brought along the six demon kings: the Water Demon, the Fire Demon, the Drought Demon, the Locust Demon, the Plague Demon, and the Demon King. If we can't beat them one-on-one, we can at least gang up on them," Ying Qushui said nonchalantly.

(End of this chapter)