Chapter 529 Crescent Moon

Great Zhou, Chang'an City.

In an inconspicuous restaurant, the white-browed, black-haired man sat opposite a young man dressed in purple.

The rain outside the window was heavy, but the two of them remained silent. They only drank the sake from the table one cup after another. Knowing that a pot of sake had been drunk by the two of them, the white-browed, black-haired man put down the cup in his hand. He looked at the purple-robed youth and asked, "Will it be three days later?"

"Yes." The purple-robed youth nodded his head gently. The hand under the table continued to stroke the scarlet sword that was lying between his knees. At that moment, his gaze became resolute. Killing intent surged in his eyes, like raging flames, and the rain was pouring endlessly.

"After waiting for so long, I've finally waited until this day." He said again, his tone somewhat unstable because of some emotions in his heart.

The white-browed, black-haired man silently glanced at the scarlet sword on the young man's knees and asked, "Is he so relieved to give this sword to you?"

The purple-robed youth smiled and placed the scarlet sword on the table.

"He didn't have a choice. Yuwen Nanjing gave him a death order. He either sent the Heavenly Punishment Sword back to the Sword Mausoleum or gave up the position of the Orthodox Church of the Exquisite Pavilion. In his opinion, the latter was obviously more important."

The white-browed, black-haired man was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the purple-robed youth and said, "Looks like something happened in Chang'an during the past few days when I wasn't here."

His tone was filled with sighs. It was almost impossible to imagine how that shy and even cowardly girl had forced an immortal to submit. The purple-robed youth seemed to have seen through the man's thoughts. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile and he said softly, "My senior sister, is she really hidden?"

The expression on the white-browed, black-haired man's face instantly became strange. After all, he had been the head of the Exquisite Pavilion and had seen many people before. He probably understood that it was hard to change his nature.

After returning to Great Zhou, he had also heard a lot about the Great Empress. It was indeed difficult for him to associate these things with the girl in his memory.

However, he quickly got rid of the doubts in his mind. Instead, he frowned and looked at the purple-robed youth. He then asked, "Since she wants to use the Exquisite Pavilion to suppress Tiance Prefecture's factions, why would she agree to your plan?"

This was a very inexplicable truth. With the current situation of the Exquisite Pavilion, as long as that immortal died, the disciples sitting in the Exquisite Pavilion would most likely fall to the ground. Even if there were some remnants, they were still far from being able to gather enough strength to fight Tiance Prefecture. This would undoubtedly create a huge obstacle to Yuwen Nanjing's calculations, and it might even create a hidden danger for Tiance Prefecture's counterattack. The man really couldn't understand why the other party didn't stop Song Yueming's plan on the premise that he knew about it. He even had a faint intention of cooperating with him secretly.

Hearing this, the purple-robed Song Yueming smiled faintly. He played with the wine cup in his hand and his eyes narrowed. He said with a strange expression, "I've asked her this question before. Do you know how she answered it?"

Ning Zhumang couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't respond, but his eyes were filled with curiosity.

Song Yueming had no intention of making a fuss. He raised his eyebrows as if he had thought of something extremely interesting. At that time, he whispered, "She said that if Brother Xu was here, he would do the same."

Hearing this, Ning Zhumang couldn't help but be stunned. This Yuwen Nanjing who had changed his name was an existence that couldn't be measured by common sense.

Ancient emperors often killed wives and abandoned children in order to stabilize the country. On the contrary, there were very few people who knew that there were tigers in the mountains like Yuwen Nanjing, but for a person like Xu Han, there were very few who could do so.

"Love." Ning Zhumang couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, Song Yueming opened another jar of sake, poured himself a cup, and filled Ning Zhumang's cup. At this time, he looked at the white-browed, black-haired man with great interest and asked, "What, Sect Leader Ning is finally prepared to reveal to me your romantic story of the past?"

Ning Zhumang, who was teased by his junior, smiled helplessly. There was a trace of loneliness flashing across his face. "It's not a romantic story, it's just a foolish misfortune."

After saying that, Ning Zhumang did not seem to want to get involved in this matter anymore. He raised his wine glass and drank it all. He took the opportunity to put aside the topic, "How old is Little Xu? Will he call him father?"

It had to be said that Ning Zhumang's question was somewhat stupid. Song Yueming smiled and shook his head, "Sect Leader Ning really doesn't eat five grains. How can a few months old child call him father?"

Ning Zhumang was dumbfounded. He seemed to have thought of something and sighed, "Yeah, how could such an old child call him father?"

After saying this, the atmosphere on the wine table fell silent again.

The two of them drank several times before Ning Zhumang said again, "How are Zi Chuan and Xiao Xu settling down over there?"

"With my father-in-law watching over me, I think I should be fine." Song Yue said plainly. When she mentioned the two of them, a smile unconsciously appeared on his cold face.

"Sikong Bai has lived for over a hundred years. He is not a fool. You must not be careless about this." Ning Zhumang, however, did not feel any sense of relaxation as he warned in a deep voice at that time.

Song Yueming understood what he meant. His expression sank as he said with certainty, "Don't worry, Sect Leader. Even if I risk my life, I won't let anyone hurt them."

After saying that, Song Yueming turned around and looked out of the window where the rain was about to rest. He lifted the sword on the table and suddenly stood up. He cupped his hands towards Ning Zhumang and said, "Let's call it a day. I'll wait for the headmaster in three days."

The divine light in Ning Zhumang's eyes condensed, and he similarly cupped his hands and replied, "We will definitely not lose."

Song Yueming, who had received such a response, was satisfied. He nodded towards Ning Zhumang again. He lifted his hood to stay on his head and turned around to leave the tavern.

Thus, Ning Zhumang was the only person left in the dilapidated tavern in the corner of Chang'an City.

At that time, the man stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden table in front of him. He looked through the window at the purple figure that was gradually walking into the rainy night. His eyes gradually narrowed and he sighed with emotion.

"There are some things that I made a mistake once, and I will never be able to get them back in my lifetime."

"As an elder, you can't watch as your junior makes the same mistake."

The man muttered to himself. The wine cup in his hand was once again lifted by him. He bowed towards the night sky, where some dark clouds had dissipated, and asked softly.

"What do you think? Crescent moon?"

Whether it was the empty tavern or the rainy streets, none of them could respond to his words.

The man stood there with his glass in his hand for a long time before finally regaining his senses.

He smiled bitterly, then raised his head and drank the last cup of sake in one gulp.

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