Chapter 366 The Breeze Is Gentle, It Will Come Eventually

A group of people sat in front of the inn's door with dirt on their faces. Seven or eight burly men surrounded them.

The passers-by pointed and the three of them lowered their heads to cover their faces. However, Xuan'er and Aowu remained unaware and were still playing on the side.

This dilemma continued until Master Wei carried his big wooden chest, hummed a tune, and leisurely returned to the inn. The old gentleman didn't ask any further and helped the three pay for the drinks.

The old man was quite reasonable, as if he knew their predicament, so he came up with a solution.

"It's really hard for this old man to stand alone every day. If not for the three of you helping this old man, then the room and meals will be counted as wages. Although I won't be able to have big fish and big meat every day, I don't think I'll be too embarrassed."

Master Wei 's method was quickly answered by Chu Chouli. This middle-aged man also understood that only Master Wei was a reliable thigh now. He was no longer filled with righteous indignation when he condemned the other party.

Xu Han and Ning Zhumang didn't have any other thoughts about this, so they agreed.

…

Xia Zichuan had been pregnant for nine months and could give birth at any time.

Thinking of the life that was about to be born, a rare smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.

Perhaps because she was pregnant, Xia Zichuan became a little sleepy. When it was already late, the other party still had no intention of getting up. Song Yueming gently caressed the girl's beautiful cheek, then sat up and put on the big purple robe.

"Hall Master! Elder Sikong invites you to the World-saving Palace for a chat." At this moment, a respectful voice came from outside the room.

Song Yueming paused for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I see."

After returning to the mountain gate, Sikong Bai ordered the gate to be closed.

Nearly twenty thousand disciples of the sect began to cultivate the sword scripture he had bestowed on them with all their might.

As Song Yueming walked on the Xuanhe Peak, he could see disciples practicing swordsmanship like crazy everywhere. Whether it was Confucianism, Taoism, or Medicine, they were all abandoned. All of the disciples only practiced swordsmanship.

At the same time, Sikong Bai has established an extremely strict hierarchy.

Disciples of each level had their own goals. If they were unable to achieve them on time, they would be sent to the so-called life-fighting arena. Only those who were alive would have the qualifications to continue cultivating.

As a result, under such a powerful pressure, the cultivation of these disciples could be said to have progressed at a tremendous speed, while the 23,000 plus disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion had also plummeted to over 18,000 in this short period of half a year.

The entire Exquisite Pavilion was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. From afar, it wasn't hard to see that the sky above the Exquisite Pavilion seemed to be covered in a layer of dark clouds. It was always gloomy, and the center of the dark clouds was surprisingly the mansion called Jishi Prefecture on the summit of Xuanhe Peak Mountain.

Song Yueming stood in front of the mansion and took a deep breath. Then, he pushed open the door of the mansion and stepped into it.

If the Linglong Pavilion was a world covered in layers of gray mist, then at this moment, the World-saving Palace was a deep pitch-black place.

In the depths of the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes were swaying like ghosts.

"Song Yueming pays his respects to Master." Song Yueming respectfully cupped her hands towards the owner of the pair of eyes and said.

"Oh." After a long silence, a hoarse voice sounded, "How is Zi Chuan?"

"Thank you for your concern, Master. Zi Chuan is in good condition and will be in labor soon." Song Yueming continued, his attitude still respectful.

"Have you thought of a name?" The person on the stage asked again.

"Xu Lai."

"Xu Lai? Song Xulai? Not bad." The person on the stage nodded and put away his interest in continuing the topic. He added, "The people from the Long Night Division have come to find me."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Song Yueming was slightly stunned. "Didn't the Longevity Division already…"

"The Hundred Foot Bug is still alive, let alone the Long Night Division?" The person on the stage interrupted Song Yueming's doubts and continued, "He wants to invite me to conspire with him. He also has the support of the Dark Asura Palace behind him. Why do you think so?"

What's the big deal, Song Yueming was very clear, He used the corner of his eyes to look at the scarlet sword lying beside the old man and quietly asked, "Master's last backlash of dragon energy has allowed Master to recover for half a year. That Yuwen Nanjing is known as the number one Saint Emperor of the Eternal Era. It is said that the dragon energy gathered on his body is only a few points inferior to that of the previous emperor, Master."

"There's no need for you to worry about this. I have my own limits. You can only say what you want and not what you want." The Supreme Being interrupted Song Yueming again.

"What about Master's request?" However, Song Yueming did not seem to notice the old man's displeasure and asked again.

However, this calm and short sentence seemed to pierce the pain in the old man's heart. At that time, his voice suddenly became a bit loud.

"This old man has always been only for the inheritance of the Exquisite Pavilion. Other than that, there is nothing else!"

"The inheritance of Linglong Pavilion?" Hearing this, Song Yueming's lips curled into a smile, but he no longer had any intention of arguing. He bowed respectfully to the old man again, "Disciple knows that everything is up to Master."

Sikong Bai narrowed his eyes. He stared at Song Yueming for a long time, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts.

However, the youth's face was still as calm as ever.

In the end, Sikong Bai still got nothing. He sank his eyes and said, "I know, you can leave."

…

Song Yueming left the JiShi Prefecture and did not rush back to his residence. Instead, he went to the mountainside of XuanHe Peak alone.

At that time, there was a piece of wasteland that few people came to, but there were three graves silently standing on the wasteland. The graves were full of weeds, and due to the arrival of winter, they were yellow, as if they had not been taken care of for a long time.

There were no tombstones in front of the tomb, and no one would come to worship them.

After all, based on Sikong Bai 's logic, it was already the greatest mercy to allow these people to be buried in peace.

Song Yueming stood in front of the tomb and kowtowed to it one by one. Of course, he only kowtowed to two of them. He was very clear about the other, but it was only an empty tomb.

After doing this, Song Yueming stood up.

He then cleaned up the weeds on the grave one by one, which was the reason why he had accomplished this.

However, he was still depressed and did not leave. Instead, he stood on the hillside and looked around.

It was already noon. The noon sun was just right, but it could not shine through the haze that shrouded the skies above the Exquisite Pavilion. The disciples at the foot of the mountain were still cultivating without food or sleep. They cried out for death and roared endlessly.

"Inheritance" Song Yueming muttered to himself like a dream, his cold eyebrows showing signs of loosening.

"Suspending the pot to save the world, healing the wounded and saving the dead…"

"It's the inheritance…"

Song Yueming sighed. At this moment, a gentle breeze blew over his face, blowing his clothes and lifting his hair.

He suddenly recalled the conversation with Xia Zichuan a few days ago.

"Husband, have you decided on a name for your child?" The girl asked softly in his embrace.

"Xu Lai."

"Xu Lai? Why do you feel that it has something to do with your Brother Xu?" The girl blinked her eyes, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Brother Xu has taught me a lot along the way, but this matter has nothing to do with him." Song Yueming shook his head and said.

"Then the boy is Xu Lai? Where is the girl?" The person in his arms had always been reasonable and did not dwell too much on this question, so he asked again at that time.

"Xu Lai."

"Why is it called Xu Lai? Does this name have any meaning?"

…

Song Yueming did not answer Xia Zichuan's question at that time.

At this moment, he stood at the mountainside, the breeze whisking his face. Suddenly, his heart stirred. He slowly extended his hand, as if he wanted to grab hold of the breeze.

At that moment, he said faintly, "Because even though the breeze is coming, it will eventually come."

After saying that, the purple-robed youth turned his head to look at the three graves behind him and smiled.

"Everyone, are you right?"

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