jdhmnovel Chapter 438 Ye Xiaofan suddenly appears in Yunzhou City, Ye Dingzhi hurriedly leaves the military ca
Chapter 438 Ye Xiaofan suddenly appears in Yunzhou City, Ye Dingzhi hurriedly leaves the military ca
The banquet ended at midnight.
Carrying Baili Dongjun's letter, Wen Yanzhao left the Wen family alone and headed towards the bamboo forest west of Lingnan City—or rather, the former bamboo forest.
He could smell the fragrance of peach blossoms even three miles away from the bamboo forest.
Under the moonlight, what should have been a place of thousands of bamboo stalks had become a peach orchard.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, a sea of pink and white, like clouds and rosy dawn.
There is a clear spring gurgling in the forest, and even more strangely, there are several red-billed leiothrix storks that should not be found in Lingnan, perched on the peach trees.
Wen Yanzhao stepped into the peach grove, and the peach blossoms spontaneously parted to make way for him, indicating that Gu Chen had already detected his presence through the array.
After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a bright and clear view suddenly appeared before us—a huge phoenix tree stood in a clearing in the forest, with a stone table and benches, an ancient zither, and a pot of tea under the tree.
Gu Chen was sitting on a stone bench brewing tea. He was still wearing a plain white robe, his silver hair was like a waterfall, but his face looked as young as a man in his twenties.
Upon seeing Wen Yanzhao arrive, Gu Chen smiled and said, "Zhao'er is back."
“Master Gu Chen.” Wen Yanzhao bowed respectfully.
"Sit down." Gu Chen pushed a cup of tea towards you. "Did you come back from Dong Jun's place? Did he send you with a message?"
Wen Yanzhao nodded, took out the letter, and handed it over. Gu Chen took it and opened it.
There were a few tear stains on the letter, and the handwriting was a bit crooked; it was clearly Baili Dongjun's own handwriting.
“Master, it is Dongjun. How are you? I miss you very much. I dream about learning swordsmanship from you every night.”
I'm now the Grand Lord of Snowmoon City, in charge of over 120,000 people. So many things to do every day, it's a real headache. But thankfully, I have Sikong Changfeng and Sister Luoxia to help me, so it's a bit better.
The Yunzhou army attacked a while ago, but I defended the city and didn't disgrace you. And I have some good news: I've made it onto the list of top performers!
Although I've made the list, I feel I still have a long way to go. Master, when will you come to live in Snowmoon City?
I've brewed a lot of wine for you, better than any I've made before. I'll wait for you to come, and I'll drink and practice swordsmanship with you every day. Respectfully submitted by your disciple, Dongjun.
Gu Chen looked at the letter and remained silent for a long time.
The moonlight fell on his silver hair, giving it a soft glow.
After a long silence, with tears welling in his eyes, he sighed softly, "Ah, this child..."
He picked up paper and pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote:
"Dongjun, my disciple: It is as if we are meeting in person upon seeing this letter."
Hearing that you have protected the city and its people, I am greatly pleased. The journey through the world is long and the responsibility of protecting the city is heavy; your ability to shoulder this responsibility demonstrates your growth.
However, the path of martial arts is like sailing against the current; achieving the highest rank is not the final destination. As the ancient sword immortal Gu Mo of Western Chu once said: "The path of the sword has three realms: seeing oneself, seeing heaven and earth, and seeing all living beings."
Now that you have seen yourself, you should seek to see Heaven and Earth. As for your teacher, Lingnan is a good place. The peach groves here are quite similar to the old scenery of our homeland.
When you have mastered the art of swordsmanship and become famous throughout the world, I will personally travel to Snowmoon City to drink the wine you have brewed.
Take care. — Shi Gu Chen Zi.
After writing the letter, he handed it to Wen Yanzhao: "Please give this to Dongjun after you return to Snow Moon City, Zhao'er."
Wen Yanzhao put the letter away, and Gu Chen suddenly asked, "How is your mastery of the Medicine Man technique coming along?"
“The three thousand medicine men have been created, and one of them… is Zhuo Luo,” Wen Yanzhao said truthfully.
Gu Chen frowned slightly: "Zhuo Luo? The Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial? How did you manage to turn him into a medicine man too?"
“He was ordered by Emperor Xiao Chongjing to go to the Marquis of Qian Dongcheng’s residence to send the Dongjun family to the capital. He even tried to assassinate his uncle, Baili Chengfeng. He deserved this punishment!” Wen Yanzhao said calmly. “Now he has been refined into a Heavenly Realm Medicine Man by me and only obeys my orders.”
"The art of using medicine to create human beings is far too sinister," Gu Chen said solemnly. "The dead are gone, and forcibly controlling them would be against the natural order. Moreover, if the secret of using medicine to create human beings were revealed to the martial world, the consequences would be unimaginable. You must promise me that you will never pass this art on to anyone and will use it as little as possible."
Wen Yanzhao stood up and bowed solemnly: "I will remember Master's teachings."
Gu Chen's expression softened slightly, and he said, "Now that you have entered the Divine Travel realm, you should be aware of the dangers of the Four Realms. Li Changsheng... Mr. Li will come looking for you sooner or later. Those 'immortals' outside the Four Realms are already stirring."
"Oh? Master, what else do you know?" Wen Yanzhao keenly sensed.
Gu Chen shook his head: "Heavenly secrets cannot be fully revealed. I can only tell you that within three years, immortals from the four realms will definitely harass the Central Plains. At that time, even those who travel to the Divine Realm will face the enemy. You... still need to prepare as soon as possible."
He paused, then reached out and plucked a peach blossom, handing it to Wen Yanzhao: "This peach blossom is for you. If you ever encounter any indecisive matters, burn it with your inner strength, and I, from Lingnan, will sense it!"
Wen Yanzhao took the peach branch and felt its smooth texture and faint flow of true energy.
He carefully put it away and bowed again, saying, "Thank you, Master!"
When we left the peach grove, it was already dawn.
Wen Yanzhao looked back and saw the peach grove appearing and disappearing in the morning mist, like a dream.
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At the same time, outside Yunzhou City.
The soldiers at the Broken Wind Army camp had just finished their morning training and were having breakfast.
Suddenly, a guard at the camp gate reported: A child is requesting an audience with General Ye, and claims to be Ye Xiaofan.
Ye Dingzhi was wiping the Zhenwu Sword in his tent when he heard this and was taken aback:
'Ye Xiaofan? What's he doing here? Shouldn't he be in Sanqipu?'
As Ye Dingzhi pondered, he quickly walked to the camp gate and indeed saw a boy who looked about one or two and a half years old standing there.
He was thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a faded blue cloth shirt and carrying a wooden sword on his back.
Half a year has passed, and the child has grown taller. The childishness in his eyes has faded, and he has gained a more heroic air.
"Xiao Fan?" Ye Dingzhi asked in surprise.
"Ye Dingzhi, I've finally found you!" Ye Xiaofan's eyes lit up, but then his face hardened. "No, I should call you brother-in-law now!"
Ye Dingzhi was both amused and exasperated: "What brother-in-law? Don't call me that! By the way, how did you find this place?"
"Who in Yunzhou City doesn't know the Broken Wind Army's camp?" Ye Xiaofan scoffed. "I found out along the way. Ye Dingzhi, my swordsmanship has reached its peak!"
Without waiting for Ye Dingzhi's reaction, he stepped back a few paces and drew his wooden sword.
In the morning light, the boy's figure stretched out.
The first move, "Alas, how perilous and high!" The wooden sword pointed diagonally to the sky, and Ye Xiaofan soared into the air, his sword intent as steep as a precipice.
The second move, "The road to Shu is harder than ascending to heaven!" The sword's momentum spiraled upwards, as if climbing a ladder to the sky. Ye Xiaofan's figure soared through the air, and in a single breath, he unleashed several sharp sword energies!
The third move, "Earth collapses, mountains crumble, brave warriors perish!" The sword slashed down fiercely, its momentum tragic and heroic. Ye Xiaofan's wrist flipped, his movements incredibly fast, his sword intent even stronger than when he first started cultivating in Sanqipu!
Ye Dingzhi was increasingly astonished as he looked at it. It was indeed the "Poetry and Sword Technique," but Ye Xiaofan had his own interpretation of it when he used it.
His sword moves flowed smoothly, his inner energy circulated freely, and what was even more remarkable was the unique sharpness of a young man—pure and unyielding.
After finishing a section of the "Difficult Road to Shu" sword technique, Ye Xiaofan sheathed his sword and stood there, neither flushed nor out of breath, his eyes full of anticipation: "How was it?"
Ye Dingzhi remained silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The Vajra Mortal Realm?"
Ye Xiaofan nodded proudly: "I just broke through last month!"
"In just half a year, you went from having no foundation to reaching the Vajra Mortal Realm..." Ye Dingzhi took a deep breath, "Xiao Fan, you are a genius."
Receiving the recognition made Ye Xiaofan a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "It's all because you taught me so well. I practiced that 'Poetry and Sword Manual' every night after school until the first watch!"
Just as Ye Dingzhi was about to ask another question, Ye Xiaofan suddenly remembered the important matter and his expression turned serious: "By the way, Ye Dingzhi, my sister wants you to go back to Sanqipu immediately."
"Qiqi? What happened to her?" Ye Dingzhi's heart tightened.
“She…” Ye Xiaofan’s eyes darted away, “Anyway, you have to go back. Leave now, don’t delay.”
Ye Dingzhi frowned. Shen Qiqi was strong-willed and would never let her younger brother travel so far to find him unless it was something important.
He immediately said, "Wait for me a moment."
He returned to camp and explained the situation to Baili Luochen, and the old Marquis readily granted him leave.
Ye Dingzhi quickly packed his bags, led two fast horses, and left the camp with Ye Xiaofan.
On the way, Ye Dingzhi pressed Ye Xiaofan for answers several times, but Ye Xiaofan always stammered.
Only after leaving Yunzhou did the boy whisper, "Brother Ye, my sister... seems to be pregnant."
Ye Dingzhi reined in his horse and stood there stunned.
The wind swept across the fields, causing the wild grass to bend low.
In the distance, the mountains rise like dark eyebrows, while nearby, a stream murmurs softly.
After a long while, Ye Dingzhi finally found his voice: "You... what did you say?"
Ye Xiaofan lowered his head, his toes grinding against the pebbles: "It started last month. I can't eat anything and I keep vomiting."
The town doctor examined me and said it was a pregnancy pulse, but my sister forbade us to tell anyone. However… I feel that this was caused by you, so I should tell you!
Ye Dingzhi's mind went blank. A pregnancy test? Shen Qiqi... is pregnant?
The girl who blushed and handed him the embroidered handkerchief under the moonlight in Sanfenpu; the girl who silently brewed medicine and stayed up all night to keep watch over him when he was injured;
The girl who smiled and said "I'll wait for you" as we parted...
On the night of the bloody battle at Sanqipu against Geng Jiyuan's three thousand troops, Ye Dingzhi almost went mad while using the Thirteen Swords of the Demon Immortal.
If Ye Xiaofan hadn't used the Zhenwu Sword to stab him in desperation to eliminate his demonic nature, Ye Dingzhi would probably have died long ago with his meridians ruptured.
That night, Shen Qiqi stayed by Ye Dingzhi's side, tending to his wounds and healing him. After Ye Dingzhi woke up, he did indeed confess his feelings to Shen Qiqi...
That night, the two spent a tender night together, but Ye Dingzhi never expected that...
"Let's go!" Ye Dingzhi's face flushed red at the thought. "Ye Xiaofan, hurry up!"
With a flick of his whip, Ye Dingzhi galloped away, leaving Ye Xiaofan grinning as he followed behind.
"You've done something wrong, haven't you? Hahaha... I knew it!"
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