Chapter 144 Prefecture Master's Order

The State of Chen lies to the north of Great Zhou and to the east of Great Xia.

Two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Chen Kingdom established their country here. The cold region here was not as fertile as Great Zhou, nor was it as vast as Great Xia. Where the ancestors founded the country, there were ancestral teachings, respecting Confucianism but not respecting Confucianism, martial arts but not militarism.

In the past two hundred years, the successive monarchs of the Chen Kingdom had followed the ancient teachings and had always adhered to the general strategy of ruling the country by culture and guarding the country by martial arts.

Thus, even under the scrutiny of Zhou and Xia, the Chen Kingdom still stood firm for 200 years.

The sun shone brightly in May.

Traders, children chasing after them, and the struggle for power in the court were just words for the ordinary people of the Chen Kingdom. As for who would be able to become a great treasure in the end, what did it have to do with them?

However, Meng Liang, who was sitting on the roadside tea stall, was very unhappy.

He drank the bitter tea produced by Chen Di and his mouth was dry. He thought that Chen Di's tea couldn't compare to Great Zhou's.

He took a mouthful of the cake from the tea house and it tasted dull. He frowned and thought to himself that the pastries on the ground were no thicker than Da Zhou's thin-skinned steamed buns, which left a fragrance on his lips and teeth after a mouthful.

He looked at the people walking back and forth in the streets. It was the time when they were leaving the city for the market. There were no lack of girls who came to buy. They were either dressed in brocade or had their faces dyed with powder. They were swaying, and they spoke in Yingge and Yanyu. This was Meng Liang's favorite scenery in the past, but at this moment, he curled his lips in a dull manner.

He felt that these girls from the Chen Kingdom couldn't compare to the person he had seen in the Great Zhou Linglong Pavilion.

Thinking of this, Meng Liang shook his head fiercely, shaking off the complicated thoughts in his mind.

"What are you thinking?" He hammered his head and scolded.

He was very angry. A few days ago, he brought Chen Xuanji back to the Chen Kingdom and personally handed the prince over to his father, Pingxi Wang Mengke. He fulfilled his promise and brought Mo Chen to Mount Li. Originally, he had thought of this matter, so he rushed to work with his father to plan for his first wife.

But.

Something unexpected happened.

He was sold.

This is neither rhetoric nor metaphor.

He was sold, literally.

Yan Qianqiu was sold to Mo Chen Zi by his master.

Meng Liang still remembered that he was boasting about the harvest of his trip with his junior brothers and sisters. He enjoyed the admiration and envy of his junior brothers and sisters. However, Mo Chen Zi and Yan Qianqiu suddenly appeared. One of them said, "From today onwards, you will be expelled from Mount Li." One said, "From today onwards, you will be the fortieth generation disciple of my Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum."

Afterwards, he was brought down the mountain gate by Mo Chen Zi with his head covered.

Why?

The more he thought about it, the more indignant Meng Liang's expression changed. He stood up with his eyes as bright as torches.

"What?" But at this moment, a soft voice sounded beside him.

A pair of purple eyes fell on him.

Meng Liang's body paused. He turned to look at the man sitting beside him, who lowered his head to sip his tea, and then looked at the girl who frowned.

The pride that had just arisen in his heart was instantly extinguished.

"Isn't this because I'm afraid that Master and Mother won't eat well? I want to go to the shop to order more. I'm not bragging. The muffin cake in this shop is the best of my country, Chen. Master and Mother must have a good taste of it," he said with a smile on his face. The former Mount Li disciple licked his face and said with a flattering expression.

"Sit down." The girl shouted softly, interrupting Meng Liang's endless chatter.

"Yes." The disciple from Mount Li who had just been expelled from the sect bowed and obeyed.

"Stop playing tricks and go back with your master to guard the mausoleum." Seeing that he was so obedient, the girl nodded in satisfaction, but she could not help but snort coldly.

"Disciple, how dare you?" Meng Liang said with a bitter face as he sat on the bench in a daze.

He looked at the crowd and thought to himself.

Jian Ling, where there was no shop in front of the village, did not know if there was a chance to see that girl again and eat the buns of Xuzhou.

"What? Are you reluctant?" The silent man on the side finally spoke. He looked at Meng Liang with his trademark ugly smile.

"Of course" Meng Liang turned his head to say, but before he could say anything, the purple-eyed girl's cold gaze once again fell on Meng Liang. Meng Liang Hu's body trembled, and he swallowed the words that reached his mouth. "I'm willing."

His face was filled with passion as he said angrily, "Guarding the Sword Mausoleum is the wish of my life. If I can win the favor of my master, I will naturally go through fire and water."

"Tell the truth." The man took another sip of tea and calmly interrupted Meng Liang's impassioned speech.

Gulu.

Meng Liang glanced at the purple-eyed girl beside him. He was a little flustered. After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he still said, "Disciple, every word comes from the bottom of my heart."

"Truth be told!" The man interrupted again.

"I…" Meng Liang looked at the cold-eyed girl and the calm-looking man. He was in a dilemma and no one dared to offend him.

"The Xia Dynasty has been stationing troops at the border for a long time. Can you let go of the great rivers and mountains of the Chen Kingdom?"

"The trunk of Mount Li is strong, can you let go of thousands of junior brothers and sisters?"

"The Sword Mausoleum is lonely, can you put down the red dress on the Chongju Peak?"

The man's every word was directed at Meng Liang's original heart, causing Meng Liang, who was in his early twenties, to feel terrified when he heard this, and he was momentarily stunned on the spot.

How could he not know what he was thinking when such a scene fell into the eyes of a man?

"Go." Thus, he put down the tea cup in his hand and said.

"Huh?" Meng Liang was stunned, not sure if he had heard anything wrong.

"I've already planted the sword seed in your body. When you figure it out, pour the sword intent into it and someone will come to pick you up." However, the man did not intend to help Meng Liang resolve his confusion. Instead, he said this on his own.

"You!" Meng Liang would still react when he said those words. The purple-eyed girl next to the man stomped her foot and looked at the man anxiously, as if she was very dissatisfied with his decision.

"We can't afford to lose this opportunity and never come back again." The man gave the girl a calm look, then turned to look at Meng Liang again and said.

Meng Liang naturally had a lot of confusion in his heart.

Mo Chen Zi had spent so much effort following him all the way to Mount Li, and he had even planted a sword seed in his body. He had actually let him go so easily. This seemed to be a bit annoying, but as the man had said, it was an opportunity that could not be lost. Meng Liang thought for a moment before he quickly stood up and bowed to Mo Chen Zi. He said seriously, "Thank you, Master, for your help."

"Go." The man nodded.

Seeing this, Meng Liang bowed to the girl beside him, "Thank you, Master."

After saying that, he stood up and looked deeply at Mo Chen Zi before walking towards the bustling streets without turning his head.

…

"Let him go just like that?" When Meng Liang's body completely disappeared from their eyes, the purple-eyed girl frowned and asked angrily, somewhat puzzled.

"If your heart isn't here, what's the point of staying?" The man replied indifferently.

"But your body" The girl's brows furrowed even deeper, and she said worriedly.

"He will always return to the Mausoleum of the Sword. The rest will be left to the living." The man said, his attitude as calm as ever.

"Then where are we going next?" The girl saw that the man was so sure that she couldn't say anything else, so she changed the topic and asked.

The man's eyes froze at that moment, and a word came out of his mouth.

"Great Abyss Mountain."

…

Linglong Pavilion, Xiaoxuan window.

Zhou Zhang, Fang Ziyu, Song Yueming, and Chu Chouli anxiously stood in the courtyard and looked in the direction of the inner room.

About fifteen minutes later, Qin Keqing walked out of the door with a haggard expression.

"How's it going?" The four of them hurriedly surrounded him.

"I've suffered some internal injuries, but as long as I recover properly, I should be fine." Qin Keqing comforted.

After Xu Han returned from Jishi Prefecture yesterday, He fainted at the entrance of the hospital. Chu Chouli wanted to find someone to treat him, but after yesterday's confrontation between Xu Han and Sikong Bai, the disciples of the Sword Hall ignored him. The doctors in Xuanhe Peak also mostly found some reason to decline. Only this morning did Qin Keqing rush over to treat Xu Han.

Xu Han's few friends in the Exquisite Pavilion also waited by the side, but Ye Hongjian's figure was nowhere to be seen.

"This Elder Sikong is too unreasonable. He clearly has an engagement with Ye Hongjian, but he wants to betroth him to someone else. How can there be such a reason in this world?" Fang Ziyu was used to being arrogant and arrogant. "So is Ye Hongjian. The person surnamed Xu has already done this for her. She has not come to visit her in this day's sight."

'"It's all my fault that I argued with Senior Brother Lang yesterday, so I asked Brother Xu to help me. Otherwise…" Song Yueming, who was still slightly red and swollen on the side, also blamed himself.

"What does it have to do with you? I think Elder Sikong is doing things indiscriminately!" Fang Ziyu glared fiercely at Song Yueming, his heart filled with dissatisfaction.

"Sigh, what should we do? I'm afraid that the Linglong Pavilion won't be able to stay any longer after offending Sikong Bai." Chu Chouli shrugged his head and sat at the side, complaining.

"I heard it this morning, "Elder Sikong has issued a decree, allowing the disciples on Xuanhe and Great Reverie Peak to put aside their studies. From tomorrow onwards, they will have to learn a set of cultivation techniques he comprehended when ascending to the Immortal Realm together … Ever since the beginning of the mountain, the three peaks have always been at ease. I wonder what Elder Sikong is thinking about."

"That's right. I heard that Sect Leader Ning and Master are both imprisoned. I went to visit Master this morning and was stopped outside the door."

The few of them exchanged a few words with each other. After saying that, they looked at each other with a sad and ungloomy expression on their faces.

However, he didn't know that the unconscious youth in the room had already woken up when they were talking about this. He stared blankly in front of him, but he held a token tightly in his hand.

Liked it? Take a second to support Novels on Patreon!