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Chapter 237 again? (3k)

The young nobleman felt dizzy and his steps faltered.

These days he has been racking his brains to avoid the Taoist priest's karma, but who could have imagined that his cheap uncle would actually invite him here!
Uncle, I have treated you well, how could you harm me like this?

It's true that it's always been hard to guard against a thief within your own family!
For a moment, he even wanted to turn around and run away.

But in the end, he still sighed and said:
"I understand, I'll go right away."

Wang Pingzhang asked, puzzled:

"Nephew, you seem unhappy? Is there no way even the immortal master can help you?"

Upon hearing this, the young nobleman felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't help but sigh again—his heart was full of bitterness, but he couldn't say it out loud: "What I fear most is this Taoist priest!"
"Uncle, you don't need to say anything, it's nothing, really."

After saying that, he sighed deeply and headed towards Wang Pingzhang's tent.

The two were left standing there staring at each other.

In the end, Wang Pingzhang could only scratch his head and ask the guard:
"Did I do something wrong?"

The guard also sighed:

"General, please don't make things difficult for me with such a difficult problem!"
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Inside Wang Pingzhang's tent, Du Yuan finally met this young master Wang.

Upon meeting, Du Yuan smiled and said:

"How have you been, Young Master Wang?"

The young nobleman forced a smile and cupped his hands in greeting:

"Thanks to you, everything is fine, everything is fine."

After saying that, even he couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity:
"The commotion was quite great before, so I'm naturally not worried about your safety. However, now that the drought in the southwest has been eradicated, do you know what the source of the drought was?"

He plans to stay hidden here for a long time; it wouldn't be good if he didn't find out what happened in the southwest!
Du Yuan smiled upon hearing this:

"I came here for roughly the same reason. Also, I have something I'd like you to take a look at."

In fact, Du Yuan still doesn't fully understand the identities of her two friends.

This question couldn't be asked directly, so after thinking it over, they simply sought out this young master Wang, who always boasted of his exceptional insight and unparalleled ability.

Upon hearing this, the young nobleman, who had been frowning and looking sorrowful, regained some of his radiance and expression for the first time.

His keen eyesight is the only thing he can be proud of!

But immediately, he collapsed again.

His keen eye is also his most striking feature.
He could only cup his hands and say:
"This junior dares not presume, but I do possess some knowledge. If you are willing to trust me, I will do my best to examine you."

"However, I must also be frank from the outset—if you yourself cannot discern the truth, and I am also unable to see it clearly, or dare not speak up, I hope you will not blame me!"

As the young nobleman spoke, he racked his brains to find the right words and phrases, afraid of getting himself into another mess.

Du Yuan nodded happily:

"Since it is my request, I will naturally not blame you. At that time, Young Master Wang, please do whatever is convenient for you."

Upon hearing this, the young nobleman finally breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"In that case, please take it out and let me see it. To be honest, even you couldn't tell the origin of this treasure, and I'm really itching to see it too!"

This is probably a common problem among people like them: they want to stay far away from everything, yet they are full of curiosity about new things and want to see everything.

They euphemistically say that if we don't broaden our horizons, how will we be able to discern cause and effect in the future?
"Then please sit down!"

The two sat down side by side, facing each other across a square table.

Having just taken her seat, Du Yuan didn't hesitate, directly taking the exquisitely crafted small seal from her waist. The moment the seal appeared, the young nobleman only glanced at it briefly before exclaiming in admiration:

"Such materials and such design, it is truly a treasure of nature!"

As soon as he finished praising him, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over him, and his heart tightened suddenly.

Something just feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
Just then, Du Yuan placed the seal on the table, allowing it to be seen completely by the young nobleman.

In an instant, the scene that Du Yuan had once witnessed in Qingzhou reappeared in her mind.

This young master Wang, not only stood up straight in a flash, but also bounced up straight like in the animation, swaying back and forth.

Shock, confusion, and fear—all the emotions Qingzhou had experienced filled Wang Gongzi's face at this moment.

Those eyes, said to be unparalleled throughout history, were also fixed intently on this small seal.

After opening his mouth, he asked with the last glimmer of hope:
"Could you turn this seal over so I can see the inscription?"

Du Yuan did as she was told, but couldn't help but wonder to herself, "You're not going to run away again this time, are you?"

As Du Yuan turned the small seal over, the inscription at the bottom was revealed.

"Qin Cheng. Qian Gang?!"

Upon seeing that it was indeed the young master Wang with those four characters, he didn't run away this time. He only let out a short "Eek" before suddenly clutching his chest, staggering back two steps, and then his legs gave way, causing him to fall straight to the ground.

Du Yuan rushed forward to check on him, only to find that he had actually fainted!
The commotion inside had barely reached the outside when Wang Pingzhang, who was guarding outside, rushed in, shouting in a panic:

"What's wrong? What happened?"

When he saw the young master lying stiffly on the ground, his voice instantly changed, and he exclaimed in shock:

"Oh dear! What's wrong, my dear nephew?!"

He hurriedly helped him up and, seeing that he was still breathing, realized that he had only fainted, and Wang Pingzhang breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting aside the fact that he is a nobleman from Wuyi Lane, just considering the good relationship between the two, he couldn't bear to see his nephew get into trouble!
So he looked up at Du Yuan and asked, "Immortal Master, what's wrong with my nephew?"

Du Yuan looked at the unconscious young master Wang and felt helpless. This time he was definitely in trouble, but what did it matter?

However, Du Yuan had a rough idea of ​​what would happen next. Since this young master Wang was unwilling to make things clear that day, he would probably do the same today.

Therefore, Du Yuan cupped his hands and said:
"General Wang, rest assured, Young Master Wang is fine. You can help him back to rest. Also, when he wakes up, please remember to give him some instructions."

Upon hearing the "instructions," Wang Pingzhang hurriedly tried to put down his nephew from his arms and bowed in agreement. However, in his haste, he accidentally threw the nephew back to the ground with a "thud," followed by a crisp "thud" as his head hit the ground.

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The room fell silent instantly, even the usually composed Du Yuan was unusually quiet—this uncle and nephew were truly a pair of clowns.

Wang Pingzhang glanced awkwardly at his nephew who had fallen to the ground, then coughed and asked:

"What does the immortal master wish to convey?"

Du Yuan laughed:

"Just tell him to forget about it."

After saying this, he bowed again in farewell, turned around, and slowly left.

Wang Pingzhang was left behind, squatting on the ground looking at the rapidly swelling bump on his nephew's forehead, his face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, full of worry.

How will he explain this extra wound when his nephew wakes up?
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As dusk fell.

Young Master Wang, who was lying on the bed, finally woke up with a start:
"My ancestral hall!!!"

His face was deathly pale, he was soaked in sweat, and he was breathing heavily; clearly, he had just had a terrible dream.

Wang Pingzhang, who was dozing on a low stool to the side, was startled by the sudden shout and fell to the ground, stool and all. He grimaced in pain and didn't recover for a long time.

Young Master Wang was still panting heavily when he finally realized he was dreaming after seeing the familiar curtains.

Before the shock in his heart could subside, he hurriedly looked around the room, anxiously searching for Du Yuan's whereabouts—how could he be at ease when he hadn't figured out the matter of that seal?
But as soon as he turned his head, he cried out in pain and covered his forehead.

Then I touched the bandaged wound.

He paused for a moment, then asked Wang Pingzhang, who was lying on the ground:

"Uncle, what's wrong with me?"

A fleeting awkwardness crossed Wang Pingzhang's face. His eyes darted around before he stood up, leaning on the table, and stepped forward to say:

"Oh, my dear nephew, have you forgotten? You fainted and fell to the ground. I was the one who bandaged you up!"

"so?"

Young Master Wang frowned, sensing something was amiss, but his mind was preoccupied with Du Yuan and the seal, so he couldn't concern himself with the details of the wound. He grabbed Wang Pingzhang's arm and pressed him for answers:
"Let's not talk about that! Uncle, where is the senior?"

He was filled with questions at that moment; almost everyone knew what that seal represented.

But why wouldn't such a highly accomplished person as the senior know this?

Too many questions lingered in his mind.

Upon hearing his question, Wang Pingzhang quickly replied:

"The immortal has already left, but before he left, he asked me to give you a message."

"What is it?"

Wang Pingzhang recalled for a moment and said:

"The immortal said that after you wake up, you should forget about this matter."

These words left Young Master Wang with a lot of questions.

What does it mean?
"Nephew, what does 'Immortal Master' mean? And what exactly did you see? Why did you faint?"

Wang Pingzhang was still asking questions incessantly.

Young Master Wang suddenly realized something!
"I understand, I understand!"

"Huh? What do you understand, my dear nephew?"

Young Master Wang did not answer Wang Pingzhang, but continued speaking to himself:

“The Buddhist monk of Qingzhou must know what my lineage seeks, so his silent thunder was both to enlighten that foolish monk and to make him realize the truth on his own, and also to warn me that I should not stay in Qingzhou for long.”

"Then it's probably the same here, Daoist!"

The more he talked, the more he felt he understood the profound meaning behind the two great masters of Buddhism and Taoism.

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Pingzhang, who still seemed confused, and said:

"The senior asked you, Uncle, to tell me that I forgot about this matter, which is to sever my ties with him! Because he couldn't possibly not know what that seal represented, but he still came to show it to me."

"The implication here is that they want me to know that the Southwest is not the safe haven I'm looking for, and they also want to use the excuse of 'not knowing' to subtly clear my name of all karmic ties, so that I won't be tainted by this immense karma!"

Wang Pingzhang still didn't understand, and could only ask blankly:
"Then, what will you do next, my dear nephew?"

The young nobleman gazed at the night outside and sighed deeply.

"Since the Buddhist monks in Qingzhou are like this, and the Taoist priests in the southwest are like this, then I have no choice but to go to the capital!"

(End of this chapter)