Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 318: There is no greater sorrow than death.

He Yuanbing was better off than Yuan Ruyi, who had died with him. The latter had been reduced to blood paste, with only his clothes in his coffin. He Yuanbing's body was still there, which gave others some sympathy.

When Kang Dabao stepped into the mourning hall, Jiang Qing was expressionlessly putting a brocade dress on He Yuanbin's cold body with one hand. He Yuanyi, with red and swollen eyes, wanted to help, but Jiang Qing, with a stern face, pulled the corner of the clothes back from his hand.

All the fellow disciples present were sad. They all knew that He Yuanbing was born in a wealthy family and liked fancy clothes and beautiful girls. When he was alive, he was often scolded by Jiang Qing for his extravagant behavior.
As the head of the family, Fei Shuhe couldn't miss such occasions. She patted Kang Changyi's butt, who was still jumping and unaware of what was going on, and walked slowly to the front of the head of the Kang family. Just as she was about to speak, she heard her fat husband ask, "Where is Junior Brother Zhou? Why isn't he here?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the room had different expressions.

Jin Shilun was a little anxious, Zhou Xinran looked guilty, but Yuan Jin's face showed pain. Jiang Qing took a long breath, his eyes fixed, and he stood up to leave, but was stopped by Fei Shuhe.

The beautiful woman said slowly, "Don't worry, Brother Qing. Junior Brother Zhou said he will be here soon."

Jiang Qingcai was persuaded to stop, but Kang Dabao, who was standing at the door, ignored him. But just as he turned around to leave, Fei Shuhe grabbed his sleeve and said, "Junior Brother Zhou said that he can handle it, you have to trust him first!"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, looked at his wife in surprise, thought for a moment, but then moved back and walked towards the coffin. Kang Dabao pushed the clumsy Jiang Qing away and took the brocade clothes into his hands.

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Zhou Yixiu's courtyard is completely different from the minimalist style of Kangda's head.

This old farmer is familiar with farming and is also good at growing flowers and plants. The small courtyard is full of vitality and the fragrance of flowers is lingering after he decorates it with spiritual plants.

As soon as you step into this quiet world, you can feel a fresh and refined breath. The sun shines through the gaps and falls on the ground. The shadows of flowers dance, and sometimes there is a breeze blowing, and the colorful petals sway gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.

The first-grade middle-grade wisteria vines entwine along the quaint corridor, like a purple waterfall, cascading to the ground;
After years of cultivation, the white snow flower finally came to fruition. Bees and butterflies occasionally flew between the snow-white petals. They stopped or flew, like beautiful notes dancing in the air.
In a corner of the courtyard, there is a pool of clear water, with graceful lotus flowers in the pool, crystal clear dewdrops between the lotus leaves, and the lotus flowers are particularly red in the sun. The small fish playing in the water are playing and chasing under the lotus leaves, stirring up ripples and sparkling water.

There were countless spiritual flowers and green grasses. Even ordinary foundation-building families might not have such a flower-filled courtyard.

In the past, Zhou Yixiu didn't spend as much time and effort on this small courtyard as he does now. At that time, the only thing he cared about this small courtyard was that there should not be a stone table for playing chess in the courtyard.

It is said that in ancient times there was an emperor who dug up the sixth-order formation and allowed demons and monsters to wreak havoc on the people, just to make a beautiful woman smile.

Zhou Yixiu was just an old farmer who was over 70 years old and had not yet established his foundation. He could not compare with the ancient emperors. But after marrying Shan Xuerong, who loved flowers, Zhou Yixiu planted flowers all over the yard.

Although clumsy, it is gentle enough. However, such a one-sided act has never had a good ending since ancient times.

It was rare for the couple to sit together at this time. Zhou Wei was young, and seeing his father and mother gathered together today, it was rare that there was no dispute, and he showed joy on his face.

Although he was young and did not know what panic was, he could sense that something was unusual about the Chongming Sect during this period.

First, he could not go to the scripture hall and could only stay in this small courtyard with his mother all day long; secondly, Zhou Yixiu, who had always been very doting on him, had not returned for a long time, making him miss her very much.

After all these years of getting along, it's no surprise that Zhou Wei and Zhou Yixiu, the father and son who met halfway, have developed some feelings of closeness. To exchange sincerity for sincerity is the fairest thing in the world.

"Daddy, hold me!" Zhou Wei trotted into Zhou Yixiu's arms.

This baby had a very cute face, and Zhou Yixiu had always loved him. He held Zhou Xiu up and rubbed his forehead against his nose. The baby was so happy that he giggled. Zhou Yixiu was also very pleased, teased Zhou Wei for a while, and took out two pieces of Lingya candy and stuffed them into Zhou Wei's mouth.

Seeing the little fellow's eyes narrowed with joy, Zhou Yixiu also laughed out loud and scratched the child's nose: "The stamens of the white snow buds are very sweet. Wei'er, go pick some and bring them back. I'll give them to your brother Jin later and ask him to make snow bud honey for you to eat."

Zhou Wei thought of Jin Shilun's cooking skills, and he started to get greedy. He said, "Then Wei'er will go. Daddy must keep his word!"

As he spoke, the little guy ran out of Zhou Yixiu's arms and then fell into the sea of ​​flowers.

Seeing that the kid was very excited, Zhou Yixiu cast a spell again, and a bunch of black orchids next to Su Xuerui suddenly blossomed, and a faint ink fragrance spread in the yard, which added some interest to the kid.

Shan Xuerong breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She suppressed her anxiety and put on a rare good face towards Zhou Yixiu, and heard him say softly:
"I wrote to my uncle yesterday. After what happened, Wei'er will definitely not be able to stay in Chongming Sect. I think my uncle will have news soon, and will probably take Wei'er back within ten days."

Zhou Yixiu, however, stopped smiling, poured tea for the young wife without saying a word, and shook his head.

Shan Xuerong's face flashed with sadness, and she pretended to have no interest in drinking tea, but mistakenly thought that Zhou Yixiu had other plans, and said hurriedly: "It will not work if you are not sent back to the Shan family! Although you are valued by your head brother, your second brother is a stingy person.

Even if a mortal child died, they would probably vent their anger on Wei'er. I'm worried that if you leave Wei'er here, not only will you find it hard to protect Wei'er, but you will also probably be hated by Yuan Jin!"

Zhou Yixiu shook his head and laughed. Shan Xuerong's acting was a bit poor. In order to protect her young son, she lost her temper and tried to sow discord between them. However, she forgot that she had never cared about her old husband.

Now that their true colors have been revealed, it will be difficult to appease Zhou Yixiu, an old hand.

"Junior Brother He is also dead," Zhou Yixiu just opened his mouth, Shan Xuerong's expression suddenly changed, her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, "He was a foundation-building disciple! How could my Wei'er survive!"

The woman was frightened immediately. How could she not know how powerful Jiang Qing was? He was a killing god that even the head of her Shan family could not compare to!
With red eyes, she looked at Zhou Yixiu and spoke softly, "Please, my dear, please save him! Go and ask Sect Leader Kang, he is the most merciful and will definitely save Wei'er."

Zhou Yixiu could not hide his disappointment. Shan Xuerong and Chongming Sect were indeed incompatible. Although Yuan Ruyi had no spiritual roots, how could his status in the hearts of the brothers of Chongming Sect be any worse than He Yuanbin?
Shan Xuerong has been married for so many years, can't she even see this clearly?!

Zhou Yizheng was about to speak, but he saw the young woman kneeling on the ground, her hair in disarray, her shoulders uncovered, her white hair open: "From now on, my lord, whatever you say is what you mean, and Xuerong dares not to obey. From now on, Xuerong will live in the back house and live a decent life. I only ask my lord to save Wei'er!"

Zhou Yixiu's eyes revealed a hint of sadness: "Why do you have to do this? I told you before that I had no wife before, but now you are my wife; I had no children before, but now Wei'er is my biological son, but you didn't believe it."

Shan Xuerong's crying stopped and she said aggrievedly, "My dear, you have indeed wronged me. How can I not believe it!" But Zhou Yixiu didn't look at her. He looked at Zhou Wei, who was halfway through picking stamens when he was lured by colorful butterflies and was chasing in the sea of ​​flowers. It seemed that he wanted to engrave his lively appearance into his mind.

The old master's next words were as cold as ice: "You clearly understand, but you insist on taking chances. Even in front of me, you are reluctant to show a trace of sincerity."

Shan Xuerong was a little flustered, but she heard Zhou Yixiu's grim tone: "How can the bloodline of the Wu family survive?!"

Shan Xuerong was so shocked by these words that she trembled. She turned her head and saw that Zhou Wei, who was originally full of energy and excited about catching a colorful butterfly, suddenly fell to the ground and was silent.

Zhou Yixiu raised his head and sighed, unable to hide his sadness.

“Wei Er!!” Shan Xuerong cried out in a mournful voice, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhou Yixiu, her eyes were fierce and her face was ferocious, she shouted miserably:

"Zhou Yixiu! Is this what you mean by treating Wei'er like your own son?! He is just an ignorant child. Even if the adults are doing something wrong, what does it have to do with him? Zhou Yixiu, tell me, what crime did Wei'er commit?!"

"You really don't believe it." Zhou Yixiu's eyes were full of disappointment, and he asked repeatedly: "What crime did my nephew Yuan commit? What crime did my nephew He commit? What crime did my second and third brothers commit?! Xuerong, don't you really understand?"

"Well, you people are good at pretending to be kind and righteous. You talk in high-sounding words, but you are nothing but bullying us, an orphan and a widow! Bah, the Shan family wants to use me for business, and you, an old widower, are just after my appearance."

Shan Xuerong reached out and took off the hairpin. Just as she was about to scratch her face with it, she suddenly found that she had lost all her spiritual power. She was so shocked that she cried out in surprise: "What did you do?!"

The old master suppressed his sadness, and with a flick of his finger, the rose-red tea in the emerald green tea cup condensed into a line of water, which slowly flowed into Shan Xuerong's mouth. The young woman's eyes showed a look of shock, feeling the spiritual power in her body slowly precipitating from her pores.

As the tea went down her throat, Shan Xuerong did not feel any pain, but only felt Zhou Yixiu's face slowly blurring out. Zhou Yixiu's face was filled with pain, and he held his young wife in his arms and whispered, "Xuerong, you don't believe me. Drink the berry tea first, then smell the ink fragrance, and you will be able to calm your mind; otherwise, it will be a poison."

Shan Xuerong suddenly perked up after hearing this, but she didn't have the strength to raise her head. She tried to lean her head on Zhou Yixiu's shoulder and said sadly: "Haha, you old widower actually blame me?! My family sold me to your den of wolves. If I didn't know how to be more careful, I would have been treated as a toy on your bed!
Good! Good! If you want to sell my mother and son's lives to your family's foundation building to regain trust, then take it. Don't pretend here, otherwise you will lose your status as an elder of a great sect."

Zhou Yixiu didn't answer, but just kept shrugging his shoulders, slowly soaking Shan Xuerong's shoulders with his sincerity.

Like the wind, it soaks into the heart and moistens things silently. Sincerity is something that exists, it is hard to fake it.

Perhaps for this reason, Shan Xuerong softened her tone as she lay dying: "Ha, you old man." Her tone returned to her usual lazy tone: "I know I shouldn't blame you. Since you can't save my son, you can't save me either."

Shan Xuerong used up her last bit of strength to look towards Zhou Yixiu's cloudy old eyes, and said calmly: "Don't die too early. If there is an afterlife, we will try it the other way around and see if you can do better than me. Let's see if you can do better than me."

Shan Xuerong stopped talking. She turned her head and leaned back on Zhou Yixiu's head, breathing sweetly: "Am I wrong again? Then I..."

Before he could finish his words, the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

There were only the gurgling of water and the whistling of the wind. Zhou Yixiu trembled and put his hands together. Su Xuerui in the yard seemed to come alive in an instant, and like a rolling carpet, she gathered Zhou Wei, Shan Xuerong and their son together.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, as if they were in a dream, without any sign of pain.

Zhou Yixiu finally stopped crying. He looked at his lovely wife and young son, sighed with regret, and cried with tears in every word: "Yixiu will never have any happiness in the rest of his life."

————A few days later, Xuanwei City, Fei Family

Fei Nan'ao and Gun Shilu listened to Deng Baichuan's account of the many foundation-building battles between the Chongming Sect and the Hongyi Sect on Jackdaw Mountain. They both couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It’s not that the performance of Taoist Heilu, Kang Dabao and others was so amazing, but the Thunder Swallow Rune that Kuang Liuting gave to Kang Dabao was too rare.

"My husband Shu He is truly extraordinary." After being surprised, Fenan was delighted.

Taking Kang Dabao as his son-in-law was indeed the most profitable deal that Sima Fei had made since he came to Yunjiaozhou.

Sect Leader Kang, who was in the early stage of foundation building, fought alone against two late-stage cultivators cultivated by the Jindan sect Hongyi Sect and remained undefeated. This record was no worse than that of most of the direct descendants of the noble families in the capital.

After all, even among the famous families with Yuanying Zhenren, it is impossible for all the children to be extremely talented. Those who can be like Xu Yingshi can be regarded as the upper middle choice.

What has been said above is secondary. How many foundation-building cultivators can be so favored by Kuang Liuting, let alone in Yunjiao Province and Shannan Road, even in the entire David Immortal Dynasty?

Fenan was extremely lucky to be able to find such a piece of unpolished jade in this rural area of ​​Yunjiao Prefecture.

Gun Shilu on the side couldn't help but feel a little jealous. The Gun family in Anshan had married off many daughters since a branch of the clan moved in with Kuang Liuting. However, they had married off a lot of concubines' and legitimate daughters, but among these sons-in-law, there wasn't even a single one who could truly cultivate the foundation. The effect was far from comparable to that of the Fei family.

Gun Shilu suddenly thought: "When Master Bo comes back this time, I'm afraid he will take action against the Hongyi Sect."

This is not difficult to guess. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhu Tong took so much trouble to fabricate so many charges against the Hongyi Sect, obviously just to give Kuang Liuting a legitimate reason to take action.

But when he thought of this, Gun Shilu felt a little uneasy.

You know, up to now, there is not a single Jindan serving under the Yunjiaozhou court. However, Kuang Liuting, a descendant of a noble family, has a temper that is difficult to control. So far, he has offended three Jindan forces, namely the Yang family branch of Yezhou, the Hongyi Sect of Dingzhou, and the local tyrant Liangyi Sect of Shuzhou. People can't help but worry.

In the eyes of cautious people like Gun Shilu, this was indeed a bit too dangerous. They believed that Kuang Liuting was at the peak of his powers and was about to form a pill, so he should have played it safe. Making too many enemies would be detrimental to the overall situation.

Sima Gong was worried about state affairs, while Sima Fei was still immersed in joy, thinking:
"The Guanshan Cave Mansion is about to open. Although with the fat boy's ability and the protection of Black Shoes, there shouldn't be any problem, but if something goes wrong, I have to prepare some good things for him, so that he won't get hurt again and let Master come to question me. And the few families who want to enter the Guanshan Cave Mansion together, do you want to select them first?!"

(End of this chapter)