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Chapter 536 The sun will set, but it will rise again! (asking for monthly tickets)
Nan Hanwen raised his head, looked at the sunlight outside, and yawned.

His eyes reflected the south of the Yangtze River at this time of year. There was a slight chill in the wind, but it was not biting, not that kind of biting cold. It seemed that too many things had happened this year.

Chen Dingye died in battle, the Great Khan died on the battlefield, the sword maniac rode a dragon and disappeared from the world; Emperor Ying held the sword and disappeared from the world.

And the last Red Emperor, with a raging fire, brought an imperfect but perfect ending to these eight hundred years of romantic passion.

Emperor Chen, Emperor Ying, the overlord of the grassland, the eagle shooting expert, the king, the knight, all of them have appeared one by one in the past sixty years, showing their talents and edge, attracting and occupying the attention of the people of the world.

They all seem to be heroes destined by heaven.

The heroes who fought against each other in the tide of the times died one after another in just one year.

When Nan Hanwen was young, he was studying. Tan Tai Xianming asked him to read history. He couldn't understand it after reading it once or twice, so he got angry and just studied in the mountain temple. He was too lazy to cook, so he would just cook porridge, wait for it to cool and solidify, then cut it into several pieces and eat it with cold rice when he was hungry.

It took several years of hard work to achieve success.

He went to ask Tan Tai Xian Ming with high spirits, but was assigned a position as a servant by the middle-aged Confucian scholar at that time. Nan Hanwen was dazed at that time, and Tan Tai Xian Ming smiled and said: "First, let you work hard and fight hard, and then tell you that hard work is meaningless."

"That's the first lesson I taught you."

"This is the rule of the world."

"All hard work is useless; all reading is useless. Not all hard work is meaningful."

Nan Hanwen felt depressed at that time.

Tan Tai Xian Ming smiled and said, "Read 'useless books' to understand the various meanings of books and to gain some experience in worldly affairs." He waved his sleeves and let him go. At that time, the young Nan Han Wen felt depressed.

Looking back now, the Confucian spirit at that time was still calm and upright.

Although Tan Tai Xian Ming said that it was a useless book.

However, Nan Hanwen still felt that it was the days of reading history that allowed him to calm down and was able to stay in the State of Chen in his middle age. Now, with white hair, he has a different demeanor.

Looking at Jiangnan and this world at this moment, I inexplicably have the same feeling as when I was young reading history.

Nan Hanwen makes tea.

When times are in turmoil, it is always lively at the beginning.

Heroes on this side and ruffians on the other side rise up one after another, fighting each other. We see the era of great contention, the heroes and young geniuses, but they all wither away in the end. So this era turns a page and enters the next prosperous era.

The heroic spirit is so strong and lively at the beginning, but becomes so lonely and desolate later.

Maybe that's the case.

Even the wind from the south of the Yangtze River is slightly chilly.

The book boy outside was sweeping fallen leaves. After Qu Hanxiu passed away, Nan Hanwen adopted him as his own book boy. When that famous scholar of etiquette and law passed away, he left many books to Nan Hanwen.

Nan Hanwen picked up what Qu Hanxiu wrote and continued to compile new etiquette.

The so-called etiquette and laws are nothing more than morals and laws.

Qu Hanxiu wrote in the files he left behind: "I once discussed the future of the world with the King of Qin, and I also got a glimpse of his spirit and the waves in his heart. To be honest, his vision is too far-sighted, and he has his own system, which gives him a sense of commanding height."

'But it's too high'

"It is so high that it is beyond the comprehension of the common people and 90% of the people of this era. 99% of the remaining 10% cannot even glimpse the waves in his heart. With such a vision and courage, if he takes extraordinary measures, it will definitely not be effective."

"My boy, do you know what etiquette is?"

'Ritual is morality, you and I...'

When the file was written to this point, there was a pause, and the ink settled and smudged into one patch, and then he continued writing. Surprisingly, Nan Hanwen could see a lot of carefreeness in the pause and the action of continuing to write.

"It should be you. Remember, the so-called etiquette is to make the people of this era feel the same as the King of Qin, so that the steps and bridges built are either too high or too low."

"Only by restraining people with etiquette and admonishing them with discipline can we move forward step by step"

"The words 'etiquette and law' are not something terrible or a scourge."

"It's horrible and disgusting, it's just [decayed and old]"

There is a kind of disdain in Qu Hanxiu's writing. An old friend once said that a person's character can be seen in his writing. One point is that one can see his character in his writing, but this is not accurate. Another point is that when reading the writing of an old friend, it is as if the old friend has not left and is still chatting with him.

Nan Hanwen couldn't help but smile: "It's still the same as always, Mr. Qu."

"It seems out of tune, but it always contains surprising words."

Then he turned the page.

Qu Hanxiu said anxiously: "Also, remember, boy, after you compile the new etiquette, you must write my name on it!"

"I, the old man, must be famous!"

'Don't say anything cheesy.'

"Success and fame are what we Confucian scholars seek in our lifetime. We should hate those who deceive the world and steal fame. Isn't it what we should pursue to do upright things and have our names passed down through the ages?"

"Remember, please remember!"

"Don't forget, or I'll come to see you every year..."

Nan Hanwen closed the file.

The little book boy came in with the tea. He looked at Mr. Nan Hanwen, who was holding his brows. He first stood on tiptoe to put the tea set on the table, and then poured the tea. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong, sir?"

Nan Hanwen sighed: "The words are bothering my eyes."

The little book boy was puzzled.

How can words bother the eyes?

Can eyes hear?
Nan Hanwen didn't say anything, but just smiled and drank tea, picked up the files he had prepared, and took a look at what Qu Hanxiu had learned throughout his life on the table. He would also learn the words in these files and then record anything new.

And then spread it to future generations?
He suddenly laughed.

He had a brilliant idea!

You just said that you wanted to leave your name behind for eternity, but you didn't say what name you wanted to leave behind, right?

Therefore, Nan Hanwen decided to pass on these files of Qu Hanxiu, as well as the letter which showed that the man was wise and free-spirited, but also very materialistic, and wanted to grab people's ears and shout for fame.

People in the future will also be annoyed by this guy!

Nan Hanwen smiled, looked at the new man, and said, "Old thing."

Go and talk to people a thousand years later!

Then he stood up and left, walking through the streets of Jiangnan. The faces of the passers-by were still calm, as they had gradually recovered from the previous war. Jiang Wanxiang died, and Jiang Su personally carried the coffin and the spirit.

It's considered as a sentence of mourning for the whole world.

Therefore, the entire Ying State is now preoccupied with the death of its king, and in this sadness that is not sure whether it is real or pretended, or both, Ying State has more hidden problems.

After Jiang Wanxiang's death, the world was still in turmoil.

His two sons are both in their prime.

Who can take charge of the world of Ying State and become the emperor of Ying State?

Or rather——

Whoever has the magnanimity and courage, go and fight against the King of Qin!

When thinking of this, the people of the entire Qin felt a hint of pride. The kind of confidence that seemed to be nurtured only in a peaceful age began to emerge, and this was also the foundation of a prosperous age.

After the King of Qin woke up, the morale of the entire Qilin Army and the order of the Tiance Mansion quickly recovered. The gentlemen of the Tiance Mansion began to implement the King of Qin's requirements, appease the people, develop agriculture and sericulture, provide relief to the soldiers, and prepare for a new war.

Everything is moving forward steadily.

Nan Hanwen walked through the street, passed the familiar stall, and came to a government office under the Tiance Mansion.

Seven years ago, the Tiance Mansion was just a name.

However, under the pressure of the royal family and the heroes at that time, the Red Emperor Ji Zichang had to choose to bet on this brave young man who brought a group of former bandits and thieves and traveled thousands of miles to accomplish the next earth-shaking event.

He directly gave him the highest title he could give and let him set up his own government.

The name of Tiance was just a false reputation at that time.

But now, under this government office, there are twelve government offices. The world is so vast that it stretches for tens of thousands of miles, from the top of the thirty-six sacred mountains of the Western Regions in the west to the place where the rough waves rush into the sea in the east, from the volcanoes in the extreme north of the grassland in the north to the mountains and rivers and miasma in the southwest in the south.

Post stations were built on the highway in such a vast area, and horses galloped on it every day.

An eagle flaps its wings in the sky.

Deliver Tiance Mansion's orders to different places across the country.

It is enough to influence every place in the world, influence this era, and even already be changing the direction of the entire era.

This place is truly like a divine strategy.

The plan of the Khan of Heaven!
Nan Hanwen and the Qilin Army soldier guarding the gate nodded, took out their badges, and then walked inside with the files. However, they saw a girl with dark skin and large, bright eyes walking out quickly, with a historian's badge hanging around her waist, and a dagger with an ox-horn handle.

Behind him was a young man of about sixteen or seventeen, carrying a halberd and shouting:
"Hey!!!"

"Saatanti!"

"I just wanted to play a joke on you, please don't be so angry."

He was a historian in Qin and the author of the book Langsa Atanti.

There are also the Qilin Army's brave guards, Lord Saatanti's bodyguards, and Captain Xue Changqing, who is in the third level of the sky. The two of them figured out the guys who had sneaked in from Ying State a few days ago. Xue Changqing made a breakthrough during the battle and is not far from the fourth level of the sky.

He was good at martial arts when he was young, and followed Saatanti to see this era.

They have indeed improved a lot, but sometimes they still have a bad temper and would conflict with Saatanti. They are two outstanding people of the younger generation of the Qilin Army.

"Hello, Mr. Nan."

Saatanti saluted in a standard manner and left.

Xue Changqing ran over screaming.

Then he stepped back and bowed:
"Ah, it's Mr. Nan."

"Hello, Mr. Nan!"

"Goodbye Mr. Nan!"

Xue Changqing greeted them, then ran away with his halberd in hand. Nan Hanwen looked at the two of them and smiled helplessly. There were some outstanding people among the younger generation of the Qilin Army who had done commendable things in their own fields.

Nan Hanwen continued to move forward. He saw the Seventh Prince Ashina walking here again, reporting the stability of the grassland. They nodded and greeted him. The Seventh Prince had broad shoulders and grew up at an extraordinary speed after the death of the Great Khan.

He was gifted with his father's spear by the King of Qin.

Then he sealed the spear, and the Seventh King gradually withdrew from the battlefield. His armor and his father's spear were left in the Central Plains. He often went to the grasslands to calm the hearts of the Turks.

As the governor of the northwest route of the grassland, he had a great status and authority, but he was also extremely respectful and submissive.

When Ashina came to the Chen State for a grand sacrifice ten years ago, Nan Hanwen was the official in charge of receiving him. Ashina took the initiative to greet him: "Old sir, it's been a long time since we last met. How are you?"

Nan Hanwen smiled and said, "I just solved some of your Majesty's concerns. Lord Ashina, on the other hand, has been traveling around and it's been hard work."

Ashina looked calm and said, "It's all for the sake of the world."

The relationship between the two of them was actually not that close. When they were chatting for a while, they talked about the current situation in all directions. The Southwest King Duan Qingyu returned to the southwest, and the formation leader went to the city gate bordering Jiangnan and Ying State and began to strengthen the city formation.

Zhenbei City is the most powerful city in the world, so we can feel at ease here.

However, the defense in other places is still insufficient and needs to be further strengthened.

General Chen Wenmian successfully broke through the pass during his battles and achieved the realm of the eighth heaven. At this age, with such martial arts and achievements, he has completely inherited the mantle of the Wolf King. To be honest, the Wolf King at this age could not beat Chen Wenmian at this age.

Xiao Wuliang's arm was broken again, so Guan Twelve's temper became a little irritable.

General Xue did not destroy the mechanism he had created, and he was in a rare good mood.

But this good thing and good mood will quickly collapse because of that guy's opening and closing of his mouth, and not a single bit will be left.

The school run by Master Wen Zhongzi's disciples has a great influence in the whole of Jiangnan. When they entered the Tiance Mansion, they heard that Mr. Wen Qingyu was not there.

"Will he run away if Wen Qingyu is not around?!"

Feng Xiao was holding the jar of wine and fell into deep thought.

Yan Daiqing waved his hand unhappily and asked, "What are you running away for?"

"There are still several people in the academy. He and Master Thirteen of the Stick Monk went to the academy to find a way to invite them back."

Feng Xiao said: "Oh, that's how it is."

Nan Hanwen was a little surprised and said, "Is it Su Wang, Qilin, Ziyang Zhenren and Living Buddha? I just heard that Mr. Wen Qingyu's ingenious strategies are quite famous throughout the world."

"Is he also good at asking for favors?"

"These people are all contemporary celebrities, but they are not so easily persuaded."

Yan Daiqing said: "Yes, but it doesn't matter, they brought gifts."

Nan Hanwen asked, "Oh? What's the gift?"

Yan Daiqing said lightly: "A rope of the Xuanbing level, a bench, a Thousand Days Drunk that can make martial arts legends and grandmasters feel drunk, and a compound numbing powder with 173 kinds of medicinal power."

Nan Hanwen's smile froze: "Hmm?.?"

His eyes widened.

Mr. Yan Daiqing, what are you talking about? !

Feng Xiao patted Mr. Nan Hanwen on the shoulder and consoled him jokingly, "You'll get used to it. This is how we invited everyone here back then."

Nan Hanwen's expression became more and more confused.

what?
Everyone was just joking. For them, it was something they could laugh about when they were young. Yan Daiqing took the file written by Nan Hanwen, which was the part about etiquette that supplemented the laws and regulations.

Nan Hanwen asked, "By the way, is your Majesty feeling better?"

Yan Daiqing said: "His Majesty is fine, he has already woken up, and is still recuperating. His martial arts are unparalleled in the world, so injuries on the battlefield are not a problem."

He still covered up a lot.

Li Guanyi woke up and looked the same as usual, but Yan Daiqing knew him when they were young and knew his character. He could vaguely sense that even though his behavior was normal, he was probably still a little depressed in his heart.

Some time has passed since Li Guanyi scolded the historian.

Li Guanyi gradually let go of many emotions in his daily life and came to accept the departure of his great-grandfather. Under such circumstances, he was able to take time out from his deliberately busy daily life and go to take care of Murong Longtu's residence.

When the door was opened, the sunlight outside followed Li Guanyi's figure and shone into the room. The tables and chairs inside were all tidy, as if the old man was just going out for a walk or fishing and would come back.

Li Guanyi stood still for a long while and then walked in slowly.

Look at everything here.

The old friend's things were still there, giving him the illusion that the old friend was still there, as if when he was in a trance, the old man would come from behind him, pat him on the shoulder and call his name.

Li Guanyi walked quietly through every place here, and came to the old man's desk. He saw a booklet and some other things on the table. Li Guanyi opened the booklet and saw that it contained the basic sword manual prepared by the old man.

It is the sword manual that has now spread far and wide and is studied by children from all over the country. It is concise and effective, and goes straight to the core of martial arts. Murong Longtu has revised it many times, removing the dross and retaining the essence, and combined with the martial arts methods of the Motian Sect, it is enough to lay a very solid foundation for practitioners.

Li Guanyi looked at the sword manual left by his great-grandfather. Every move and every style on it was drawn by the old man himself. Li Guanyi's fingers brushed over the sword moves drawn by the old man. When he was turning the page, something suddenly slipped down.

It's a letter.

It fell on the table. Li Guan was stunned. He put the sword manual aside, picked up the letter, and was silent for a long time before he finally made up his mind and opened the letter.

'View One'

What caught my eye was Murong Longtu's handwriting.

Li Guanyi paused for a moment and continued to read quietly:
'If you can see this letter, then I probably won't come back.'

"I have heard about the changes in the world. I know that you are guarding Zhenbei Pass alone. Jiang Wanxiang has come with 800 years of luck. It is time for me to take action. How can I leave all the world's affairs to the younger generation?"

'Jiang Wanxiang has the so-called 800-year-long luck of the world'

'You may not be able to stop the sword in my hand'

"I have been holding a sword all my life, and finally I have such an opponent. This is the only way to end it happily and happily. After I leave, there is no need to be sad or upset. Just live like normal."

"Although I said this, given your personality, you will definitely still feel uncomfortable."

'Haha, so childish!'

'However, the Taoist Master is too indifferent to emotions, and the Green Robe Guest is too inferior to them, but what we love is for our generation. If we feel uncomfortable, we can cry boldly, or laugh and sing. But after everything, we should forget about this matter! '

'Be able to take it and let it go, value friendship and loyalty, but don't be obsessed with friendship and loyalty'

'That's the joy of the world'

"Also, there is something else I want to say."

"Qiu Shui has a tough exterior and a soft heart. If you hadn't been there, Qiu Shui wouldn't have been able to hold on for long. It's because of your care that she was able to overcome the hardships and keep going at the age of seventeen."

"Guan Yi, you should rely on Qiu Shui more. Only in this way can she get out of this situation. As for you, I have nothing to worry about. I only have one thing to worry about: cultivation."

"Your path is to unify the nine provinces, but it is ultimately seeking outside. Although this path can be called legendary, it is restricted to the realms of Dao Zong, Zhen Kui, and Chang Sheng."

'The only word is [reverse].'

"Only by going against your past obsessions and letting go of your past reliances can you become a real me, and then you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Besides this, there is another trick to survive in the martial arts world."

'But I know that chewing jujube and walnut together has a meaty flavor. You might as well give it a try! '

Li Guan was stunned.

He was free and easy at the beginning, but ended up writing about the mundane life. It took so much thought to come up with a great idea for eating. When Li Guan saw this, he chuckled for some reason because of the old man's sudden change.

With just this smile, all the emotions that were suppressed in his heart seemed to pour out like a flood, as if his great-grandfather was still there, still caring about him and joking with him.

So close, yet so far.

After reading the words on the letter, the old man seemed to look at him and smile, then turned and walked away, waving his hand, calmly.

Murong Longtu.

gone!

When Li Guanyi walked out of the house, he was in a daze, but when he looked up, he saw that the small courtyard was very crowded. He saw Murong Qiu Shui seemed to be playing the piano, and the silver-haired girl next to her had a blank expression on her face, but her body was a little stiff as she looked away.

Can't see me, can't see me.

Nangong Wumeng coughed and faced the wall, carefully studying the patterns on it.

This pattern is really a pattern, huh?

Who stuffed the banknotes into the gap? !
Li Zhaowen smiled freely and easily, with his hands behind his back, grabbing the hem of his clothes and holding on tightly.

Old Sima Ming is climbing the wall.

The old black turtle was sitting under his butt.

Xue Shuangtao looked at Li Guanyi quietly. Murong Qiu Shui played the strings of the zither, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, so as not to show his worry too much and affect Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi held the letter in his hand, his eyes passing over these people who cared about him.

It seems like a long wind, passing through this prosperous world and the south of the Yangtze River.

He was alone in Jian Kuang's house reading the letter, missing his old friend. Unconsciously, three days had passed. It was sunrise at this time. In the far distance of the sky and earth, clouds were piled up one after another, and a big sun was seen rising slowly.

The golden sunlight shines on the earth.

It shone on Xue Changqing who had a headache and the young historian in front of him, on the school run by Master Wang Tong's disciples, on Nan Hanwen who was walking on Qu Hanxiu Road, on Ashina who sealed the Khan's heroic spirit and resolution, and on the young man carrying the Canglang Blade and the child next to him.

Inside the school, Fan Qing said in a calm voice, "When the sun rises, there should be a thought in my heart that I am the sun, shining brightly, illuminating my body and breaking through the darkness. Come, hold the sword!"

"Yes!"

Children who were only six or seven years old, came from the south of the Yangtze River to the Western Regions, from the mountains and forests of the Western Regions to the city gates of the northern frontier, with solemn expressions, holding long swords, and just raising their fingers, the long swords pointed to the sky, and countless people were killed.

The sadness and resentment in Li Guanyi's heart slowly dissipated.

Yes, just as the old Sima Ming said, the sun that shines through the wind and clouds will also set.

But the sun will rise again.

The setting sun never wishes those who come after it to be gloomy and depressed.

We are the sun!

Li Guanyi's mind was clear. He took a deep breath, looked at his aunt, and grinned, "Aunt."

He paused for a moment, then smiled as usual:
"I'm hungry."

(End of this chapter)