Chapter 131 About Sweet Potatoes

To Chen Xuanji, the memories of that Chen country were not good.

Twelve years ago, Xia Dynasty Emperor Li Annan ended his domineering life and died on his way back to the dynasty in triumph.

The Great Xia Dynasty's strategy of heading south and eastward was temporarily stranded. With the ascension of the new emperor Li Yulin, Chen Zhouguo, who had been plagued by the Xia Dynasty, finally welcomed a short period of peace.

There were many things in this world that carried astonishing similarities and coincidences.

There was a saying that the current situation created heroes. In that game of death, Great Zhou gave birth to the Mu Palace that occupied one side. Meanwhile, the State of Chen had also risen to the helm of the Disappointed Tiger Wolf Cavalry.

However, there were some things that were the same in ancient times.

Mingjun Liangjiang both can never exist together, birds, good bow hidden; The crafty rabbit dies, the lackey cooks.

Under Emperor Taiyuan's orders, the Longevity Division destroyed the Mu Palace, and Chen Tingzhu began to reduce the wings of Pingxi King Munch.

Thus, Empress Meng Yu, who was originally set up to rope in the Meng Clan, was given poisonous wine because of a false accusation. Before the Meng Clan could enjoy the glory and wealth brought about by peace, they were faced with a calamity that belonged to them.

Chen Xuanji would never forget the scene when his mother drank the poisonous wine with tears in her eyes. Neither would he forget the expression of that man wearing a big yellow dragon robe, sitting on the high platform, watching all of this with cold eyes.

At that moment, everything about the Chen Kingdom and the royal family was completely cut off by Chen Xuanji.

When he was young, he was escorted out of the Chen Kingdom by the Meng Family's only personal guard. They told him never to come back.

At that time, he also told himself that he would never go back.

But…

The young man in front of him was covered in blood, but something that he had already sealed in dust suddenly shook.

The Chen Kingdom was indeed hateful and ruled by a group of people he hated.

However, that was also the place where his mother lived. At least in his impression, his mother loved the Chen Kingdom.

"Let's go back." At this moment, an aged voice suddenly sounded.

Chen Xuanji was stunned. Everyone present was also stunned. They followed suit.

However, a figure slowly descended from the peak of the Chongju Peak. He was dressed in a red robe and his sleeves were drifting. He stepped on a flying sword and slowly landed on the martial arena.

After seeing the old man's appearance, Chen Xuanji hurriedly knelt on the ground and cupped his hands, saying, "Disciple pays respects to Master."

"Let's go back." The old man said softly again.

"But … Linglong Pavilion …" Chen Xuanji seemed to want to say something, but he was interrupted by the old man just as he spoke.

"What is the Sword Dao?" The old man asked.

"Sword" Chen Xuanji hesitated slightly when he heard this, but in the end, he still said, "Sword, take straight, not bent."

"Heart, take it clean, not dust."

"Unity of sword and heart is the supreme sword dao."

Chen Xuanji replied.

But after saying that, he hurriedly said, "Master has taught me for more than ten years. Now that the sect has many matters to attend to, I fear that there will be a great calamity. How can Xuanji leave at this moment?"

"I'll teach you. I'm trying to inherit the Grand Dao. Since you inherit my Dao, where can't you live peacefully? Where can't you go? As for the matters of the Exquisite Pavilion, as long as I, Zhong Changhen, hate to live for a day, it's not up to you juniors to worry about it." The old man waved his sleeves and said this. The resolute expression on his face suddenly softened. He looked at Chen Xuanji as if he was looking at his own child. His gaze was gentle, like the spring breeze blowing willows and the autumn rain moistening the earth.

"Chen Country is the dust in your heart. You have been in the Netherpassage Realm for three full years. If you don't remove this dust, how can you become a Dao Cultivator?"

"Go. Apart from Chen, you have become a Dao cultivator. Cultivate a Carefree Immortal and let the world see how my disciple, Zhong Changhen, is doing!"

At that time, Chen Xuanji finally fell silent.

He lowered his head and pondered for a long time, his white hair swaying in the spring breeze.

After a long time, he raised his head again and knelt down abruptly.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

He repeatedly clasped his head at Zhong Changhen three times. The three of them exerted tremendous strength, and even traces of blood appeared on his forehead.

Then he cupped his hands and said.

"Disciple, thank you, Master!"

…

The contest between the disciples of Mount Li and Linglong Pavilion was far beyond everyone's expectations.

At this time, the outcome of the match was no longer important.

Chen Xuanji was actually the prince of Empress Mengyu of the Chen Kingdom back then, and now that this outstanding person of the younger generation of the Exquisite Pavilion was about to leave the Exquisite Pavilion, everyone had to have mixed feelings.

This was especially true for Fang Ziyu.

After returning from the martial arts arena, this Second Senior Sister did not say a word.

Xu Han wanted to console her, but he still couldn't get a response from the other party. In the end, he could only do it.

At dinner time, Chu Chouli specially prepared a table full of dishes for Fang Ziyu.

It could be said that the food was full of color, fragrance and taste. Normally, if it was enough for Fang Ziyu, this young miss, to let go of her reserved eating and drinking, it was just that Fang Ziyu did not have the mood today. He just sat quietly by the side and watched the food without moving his chopsticks.

When Ye Hongjian came back later, she heard about this and tried to comfort Fang Ziyu, but the result was not satisfactory.

It was only after everyone finished their dinner in such a dull atmosphere that Fang Ziyu stood up and acted as if he was about to leave…

At that time, Ye Hongjian winked at Xu Han. Xu Han stood up knowingly and said that he wanted to give the recipe fish. However, the other party only lowered his head and did not show too much resistance. Xu Han quickly followed her footsteps.

"Actually, Brother Chen is also in a difficult situation. After all, that is his hometown. If he let it go, I'm afraid that he will not be happy."

Walking on Chongju Peak in the night, after a long silence, Xu Han finally broke the silence.

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu, who had been silent for an entire day, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

In Xu Han's rich life experience, almost nothing like this had ever happened. Seeing that Fang Ziyu was like this, he thought that his words had worked, so he wanted to say something. However, before he could say anything, Fang Ziyu suddenly jumped into his embrace.

Xu Han was stunned for a moment and stood there in a daze.

Afterwards, Fang Ziyu's shoulders began to shrug slightly. Waves of tiny sobs sounded, one loud and one loud, and finally turned into howls and cries. Xu Han could clearly feel that the clothes on his chest had been soaked by Fang Ziyu's tears.

Xu Han raised his hand. He felt that he should hug Fang Ziyu and comfort her.

However, he felt that this was inappropriate. After all, there was a difference between men and women.

He froze there for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Cry, cry, it's good to cry," he said in a somewhat shriveled tone.

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu cried even harder.

Even her crying voice was somewhat distorted, like the child who had lost his favorite thing, causing Xu Han's nose to turn sour when he heard it.

After about fifteen minutes passed, Fang Ziyu's crying gradually subsided.

Perhaps she was really done crying, or perhaps she was just tired from crying.

She raised her head from Xu Han's chest and blushed when she met Xu Han's concerned gaze.

Then she caught a glimpse of the moisture on Xu Han's chest. With her intelligence, she naturally understood what had caused it, and her complexion became even redder.

Xu Han could also see the other party's embarrassment. He smiled slightly at that time and said, "No problem."

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu thought about Xu Han's tolerance for her these past few days, and also thought about how she had harassed Chen Xuanji more than once. At that time, she only took everything for granted, but now she thought to herself that she had never truly understood Chen Xuanji. It was only today that she found out that he was the prince of the Chen Kingdom.

Although she was not depressed by Chen Xuanji's departure, he was not the only one who had truly made her so sad.

She and Chen Xuanji had known each other for nearly ten years, and she had already confirmed Chen Xuanji a long time ago. Although he was always cold, although he often forgot the agreement with her in order to cultivate. But he was gentle, always satisfied her seemingly unreasonable demands, and always tolerated her unreasonableness.

She once felt that Chen Xuanji should have recognized each other in his heart as if she had recognized him.

It was only after knowing that Chen Xuanji had made such a decision today and had never thought of asking for her opinion that she realized that everything was her own wishful thinking.

If she thought about it carefully, Chen Xuanji seemed to be so tolerant towards every single disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion. It was just that she mistook this gentleness for her own kindness.

Actually, aside from joining Zhong Changhen's sect, she didn't seem to be much closer to Chen Xuanji than the other disciples.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziyu's expression dimmed.

"Thank you." She said apologetically to Xu Han and then turned around. "I'm going back. You don't have to send me off. I'm fine."

Hearing this, Xu Han felt a little worried, but perhaps it would be better for Fang Ziyu to stay by herself for a while. Hence, Xu Han nodded and instructed, "Rest early. We'll talk about it tomorrow if there's anything else."

"Yes." Fang Ziyu answered imperceptibly and walked towards the peak of Zhongju Peak.

However, Xu Han did not leave. He stood there quietly. He wanted to watch Fang Ziyu walk back to his residence on the top of the mountain so that he could return safely.

At this moment, Fang Ziyu, who had just left for a while, suddenly seemed to recall something. She turned her head to look at Xu Han.

"The surname is Xu."

She called out.

"Huh?" Xu Han looked strangely at Fang Ziyu, who was not far away, as if he didn't understand why she suddenly turned around.

"You're right."

"I can't wait for him, not because I don't bring enough sweet potatoes."

"It's him. He really doesn't like me enough."

When the girl said this, a heartache-inducing smile appeared on her red-rimmed face.

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