Chapter 152 This Day

There was only half a month left before the Dao Discussion Conference in June.

Xu Han's life became very sad.

He was imprisoned in the small porch window, and the disciples of the Sword Hall guarded outside day and night. They didn't give Xu Han any chance to walk out of the small porch window, and similarly, no one was able to enter.

Xu Han could roughly guess that this was the method that Sikong Bai used to restrict Ye Hongjian, who was about to enter into an engagement with Zhu Xian's son.

Xu Han carried the black cat through the crack in the door and looked at the disciples of the Sword Hall patrolling outside. His mind sank.

He knew that the day to leave Linglong Pavilion was coming.

Song Yueming lowered his head to Sikong Bai in front of the Black Dragon Bell. Sikong Bai valued his courage and accepted him as his second disciple after Ye Hongjian. As a result, Song Yueming leapt into the limelight of the Linglong Pavilion.

Xu Han hadn't talked about Song Yueming since that day. He had only heard people mention that Song Yueming's cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds in just a few days. He seemed to have reached the Nether Opening Realm, becoming the current Hall Master of the Sword Hall. He had only used seven moves to beat the undisciplined Lang Chaosha to the teeth.

To be fair. Xu Han was very afraid that Song Yueming would refute Sikong Bai and be killed by him.

But at the same time, he also didn't want to see Song Yueming turn into his current appearance.

To be able to make such progress in such a short period of time, Xu Han could easily imagine that Song Yueming must be cultivating that terrifying sword art.

However, in the face of life and death and righteousness, Xu Han found it hard to blame Song Yueming for such a decision, but his decision inevitably caused Xu Han to feel an indescribable sense of sorrow in his heart.

As Xu Han thought about this, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

A few figures stepped into it at that moment.

Xu Han narrowed his eyes and sat at the stone table, motionless.

At this time, the person who could still enter the small porch window was naturally not the person Xu Han wanted to see, and Xu Han was also unwilling to pay attention to it.

"Deacon Xu, your food has been delivered today." The leader of the crowd said in a light tone, not showing much respect, but full of ridicule.

Seeing that Xu Han was caressing the black cat in his arms and ignoring him, the man frowned and was somewhat displeased.

He opened the lunch box in his hand, took out one of the dishes, and sniffed it close to his nose.

"Mm, it smells good. Deacon Xu is really valued by Elder Sikong. He has such a meal every day. Unlike us, we don't have such an oral meal." That person said in such a weird manner. Suddenly, he let go of the dish in his hand and the dish in his hand fell to the ground.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the porcelain plate shattered and the food scattered all over the place.

"Aiyo, don't be ridiculous. This servant's hand is trembling heavily." The man smiled sinisterly and said, "But it doesn't matter. The elder has prepared a lot of dishes for the deacon. There is also a plate of chicken soup with jade bamboo shoots."

As the man spoke, another bowl of delicious chicken soup was brought out of the lunch box. It looked like he was going to repeat the same trick.

At that time, Xu Han finally raised his head and looked at him with a calm expression and an indifferent gaze.

This person's name was Lu Feng. He was also a direct disciple of Long Congyun Sect. He seemed to be on good terms with Lang Chaosha. He had the daily job of delivering food to Xu Han, but he wanted to avenge his senior brother. Every time he found an opportunity, he would be in a dilemma.

Xu Han was accustomed to this and was too lazy to argue with him.

However, Lu Feng didn't want Xu Han's attitude to make him feel that Xu Han was underestimating him, so he became even more fierce.

At this moment, he met Xu Han's gaze and felt even more dissatisfied. At that moment, the hand holding the bowl of chicken soup loosened.

"Ai! Grandpa Lu." However, at this moment, a loud shout came from inside the room. The bearded Chu Chouli hurriedly ran out. He stretched out one hand and caught the bowl of chicken soup that was about to land on the ground.

Although he couldn't help but spill some soup, he still managed to preserve the dish.

Then, Chu Chouli stood up with a charming smile and looked at Lu Feng.

"Grandpa Lu, what are you angry about? It's such a pity that such a good chicken soup is spilled on the ground." Chu Chouli said.

"What a pity?" Lu Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not a pity that good food should be given to qualified people. It's a waste to give it to people like you."

Facing Lu Feng's insult, Chu Chouli smiled apologetically.

"Yes, yes, yes. Grandpa Lu is right. But we have to eat something, right? Look, you've been throwing things on the ground every time these days. You said we were going to be so hungry again…"

"You want to eat?" Lu Feng glanced sideways at Chu Chouli and suddenly asked.

"Naturally, I want to eat it." Chu Chouli nodded repeatedly.

"Then eat."

Lu Feng said this. Before the joy on Chu Chouli's face could rise to the top of his eyebrows, he saw his hand suddenly swing out. The chicken soup that Chu Chouli held in his hand was suddenly knocked over by him. The fresh and tender chicken soup fell to the ground, and the courtyard was immediately filled with mess.

"I just have to eat on the ground." Lu Feng's voice sounded again, and the disciples of the Sword Hall behind him also burst into laughter.

"You …!!" Chu Chouli, who was splashed with chicken soup, looked very embarrassed. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

"What? When did you become a servant here? Didn't you see that your master didn't say anything?" Lu Feng said this, interrupting Chu Chouli's words. At the same time, he looked at Xu Han, who had been silent all this while, provocatively.

Xu Han naturally felt this. After looking at the pale Lu Feng for a while, he finally opened his mouth and said for the first time.

"Is Lang Chaosha's hand better?"

Xu Han had pierced through Lang Chaosha's palm during the conflict with the Black Dragon Bell a few days ago. The entire Linglong Pavilion knew about this matter. Xu Han suddenly asked, the meaning of which was obvious.

At this moment, Lu Feng, who had just turned pale, was like a cub that had its tail stepped on by someone, and his hair exploded.

"Xu, you're courting death!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand high and clenched his fist.

Although Xu Han had defeated Lang Chaosha a few times, Lu Feng's cultivation had improved very quickly because he had concentrated on cultivating the sword art in such a short period of time. He believed that he was more than one level stronger than Lang Chaosha, so he naturally had the strength to fight against Xu Han, not to mention that he had brought along several experts from the Sword Hall.

"Courting death? First Disciple Lu, tell me who is courting death?"

However, at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the house. A young man dressed in a purple robe walked into the courtyard.

Lu Feng's expression changed at that time, and Xu Han couldn't help but frown.

The person who came was Song Yueming, whom he had not seen for several days since the parting of the Black Dragon Bell.

In these few short days, Song Yueming's change made Xu Han almost unable to recognize him.

His appearance naturally did not change at all, but there was a cold aura between his eyebrows. He took a step forward, his expression cold, and his entire body emitted a gloomy smell. It was as if his arrival had made the entire small porch window a little colder at that time.

"I'm asking you, Big Disciple Lu, who exactly is courting death?" He did not find Xu Han at the first possible moment, as usual. Instead, he stood in front of Lu Feng and looked coldly at Lu Feng.

The coldness in his eyes caused Lu Feng, who was still arrogant just now, to be shocked. He actually didn't dare to refute it at all.

"Yes … it was disciple who made a mistake." He shrugged his head, lost his momentum just now, and said in a calm voice like a defeated rooster.

"Oh." Song Yueming pulled on her long voice and glanced at him. "I thought Brother Lu wanted to murder the deacon of my Linglong Pavilion. I heard this and knew it was a misunderstanding. If anyone else heard about it…"

Song Yueming paused for a moment before continuing, "As the Sword Hall Master, I will inevitably make Brother Lu suffer if the culpability for the murder of my fellow disciples is investigated."

Lu Feng had stayed in the Exquisite Pavilion for so many years and was not someone with a simple mind. He naturally recognized the threat in Song Yueming's words.

His face instantly turned deathly pale. He knew that Song Yueming not only had this right, he also had this ability.

"Disciple knows your mistake. Please forgive me, Hall Master Song." He hurriedly bowed his head and said, but his forehead was already covered in dense cold sweat.

"Yes." Song Yueming seemed to be very satisfied with Lu Feng's attitude. He nodded and pointed at the mess that had appeared on the ground after the food was knocked over. "Brother Lu should know how to deal with these things, right?"

At this time, Lu Feng did not dare to disobey Song Yueming. He hurriedly said, "I will clean up this place and then order Deacon Xu to deliver the best food."

After saying this, he turned around and acted as if he was about to leave.

However, just as he turned around, Song Yueming suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on his shoulder. He exerted an enormous amount of strength, causing bursts of piercing pain to come from Lu Feng's shoulder.

Lu Feng, who had somehow offended the newly promoted Sword Hall Master, didn't dare to utter a single sound at that time. He could only endure the intense pain and gritted his teeth as he turned around. "Hall Master, what other instructions do you have?"

Song Yueming didn't say anything, only looking at the mess on the ground.

"This little one is going to clean up. Don't worry, Hall Master, we will definitely clean him up." Lu Feng hurriedly explained.

"I just heard Brother Lu say that he is very envious of Deacon Xu's good fortune. Since that's the case, I don't think we should waste these things anymore." Song Yueming smiled and his expression suddenly turned cold. "Brother Lu, use your mouth to lick these things clean."

"What?" Hearing this, Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then his face revealed shock. This was a great humiliation to him. How could a disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion do such a thing?

Seemingly seeing Lu Feng's dissatisfaction, the coldness on Song Yueming's face grew even more intense.

"What? Brother Lu is unwilling?" As he asked this, the pressure on Lu Feng's shoulder increased a little.

Lu Feng's expression instantly became extremely ugly. He had reason to believe that if Song Yueming's intentions were not fulfilled today, then what awaited him was most likely a life-threatening situation.

He hesitated for a while between his personal disciple's face and saving his life, and finally made a decision.

"I will eat these dishes." He said with a trembling body. As soon as he said this, his entire body seemed to have collapsed, and his aura became gloomy.

Then he squatted down, picked up the food on the ground like a dog, and stuffed it into his mouth one mouthful after another.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.

At that time, he lost interest in Lu Feng, turned his head to look at Xu Han, and sat down as familiar as ever.

"Brother Xu, are you satisfied with my treatment?"

Hearing this, Xu Han looked at the despondent Lu Feng and turned to look at Song Yueming. He looked up and down at the youth he hadn't seen for several days, but didn't answer his question.

After such a long silence, he asked, "How is Brother Song?"

When Song Yueming heard this, a smile bloomed on his face. He stood up, opened his hand, and showed Xu Han the purple robe that represented the supreme power of the Exquisite Pavilion. He smiled and said, "Brother Xu, what do you think?"

Xu Han looked at the youth and the smile on his face, as if he wanted to see the joy and anger in the youth's heart through this smile.

But the result was a little disappointing.

However, for some reason, Xu Han found that he was unable to see through it.

Therefore, he was unable to answer Song Yueming's question.

Song Yueming didn't care about this either. He still maintained his usual self-ripe temperament and pulled Xu Han to tell him many interesting things about the past few days. As for Lu Feng, who was eating on the ground, he hadn't attracted Song Yueming's attention from the beginning to the end.

After about fifteen minutes, Lu Feng finished eating the food on the ground. He stood up and looked at Song Yueming with a bitter expression. Song Yueming waved his hand impatiently and drove him out of the window like a fly.

As a result, there were no outsiders in the small porch window at that time.

Song Yueming chatted with Xu Han for a while, but most of them were insignificant matters. Xu Han also agreed with them one after another, but the expression on his face was somewhat absent-minded.

Song Yueming seemed to have noticed this as well. He suddenly picked up the tea cup on the table and asked seemingly inadvertently.

"Brother Xu said a few days ago that he would leave the Linglong Pavilion. May I know when Brother Xu is going to leave?"

"Brother Song, you must be joking. Your Sword Hall has surrounded my small porch window until it is completely blocked. How can I leave?" Xu Han replied calmly.

Hearing this, the smile on Song Yueming's face grew a little heavier.

"Brother Xu, why are you hiding this from me? With your thoughts, how could those disciples outside the Exquisite Pavilion stop you? I don't think Brother Xu can let go of Qin Keqing, Ye Hongjian and the others, right?"

"The Duyan Scholar should be respectful to each other for three days. I didn't think much of this before. Only after seeing Brother Song's changes today did I know that it was true." At that time, a cold light flashed between Xu Han's eyebrows as he looked straight at the youth in front of him, who was once incomparably familiar to him, but was now incomparably unfamiliar to him.

"Really? Thank you, Brother Xu, for your praise." Song Yueming laughed heartily, and then his expression suddenly became serious. "However, I have to remind Brother Xu that there is only half a month before the Dao Discussion Conference. Why does Brother Xu think that Master will still let Brother Xu live?"

The master he spoke of was naturally the Sikong Bai he had recognized a few days ago.

Xu Han understood this and knew what he meant.

"It's nothing more than threatening Hong Jian with this." Xu Han didn't have the mood to fight Song Yueming head-on, so he truthfully said at that time.

"It's good that Brother Xu understands. If Brother Xu wants to leave, no matter who he takes or who he doesn't, he has to take advantage of the fact that the Dao Discussion Conference hasn't even begun. Otherwise…" Song Yueming didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning behind it was obvious.

Xu Han nodded, "Thank you for reminding me, Brother Song. I understand."

"Small matter, small matter." Song Yueming waved his hand and drank another mouthful of the tea Chu Chouli poured for him. Then, he stood up and cupped his hands towards Xu Han, saying, "I'm sorry to disturb you today, but the Sword Hall is busy with business. I won't be able to stay here for long. Then I'll take my leave."

"Please." Xu Han nodded and stood up, sending Song Yueming to the entrance of the courtyard before returning to the courtyard.

…

After Song Yueming walked far away, Chu Chouli, who had come to the stone table to pack the tea set, stood beside Xu Han and asked in confusion.

"Xiao Han, what exactly does this Song Yueming mean?"

"What do you mean?" Hearing this, Xu Han withdrew his gaze from the direction Song Yueming had left in. Instead, he looked at the middle-aged man beside him with great interest.

'"Which side do you think he is from? Tell me he is from our side. He has joined Sikong Bai 's subordinates to help him. I heard that he has done a lot of harmful things these past few days, but he is from Sikong Bai 's side, right? Why did he come to remind you to leave earlier?"

"In this world, good and evil are hard to distinguish. Why does Big Brother Chu, like Brother Song in the past, insist on arguing on the right and wrong?"

Xu Han smiled and turned around. He walked to the stone table and helped Chu Chouli tidy up the things on the table.

Hearing this, Chu Chouli didn't know whether he understood or not. He nodded his head in a daze, "Sigh, let alone the strange aura on Song Yueming's body just now, it made me feel very uncomfortable. You said that those disciples had also cultivated this technique, but why didn't he have such a strong feeling?"

Xu Han, who was tidying up the tea set on the table, did not raise his head. "Brother Song's cultivation has improved so much in such a short period of time. I think the sword scripture he cultivated should be different from ordinary disciples. It is very likely that he has obtained Sikong Bai's true inheritance."

"Are you saying that the sword scripture passed down by Sikong Bai to ordinary disciples is different from the one bestowed on Song Yueming?" Chu Chouli suddenly turned around and saw that Xu Han was helping him tidy up the tea set. He walked over anxiously. "Sigh, Xiao Han, don't do these things. Leave them to someone else Chu."

He was eager to steal this job, as if after spending a few months together, the middle-aged man had completely adapted to his status as a servant.

But who would have thought that Xu Han would be able to dodge his hand when he reached out.

He raised his head to look at Chu Chouli and said, "Leave this matter to me, Big Brother Chu. I have something more important to do here, Big Brother Chu."

"What is it?" Chu Chouli blinked his eyes.

"Go out and help me deliver a message to someone." Xu Han smiled.

"What letter?"

"This letter." Xu Han replied. Then, he took out something from his bosom and handed it to Chu Chouli.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned when he saw what was happening, but then he grinned like a reckless man who had been away from home for several months when he saw his little wife.

"Good!" As he said this, he took the thing and ran out of the courtyard like a ghost.

…

18th year of Thai Yuan, 15th day of May.

It was an ordinary and special day.

His commonness stems from the fact that this day seems to be the same as every other day, without any noteworthy events happening.

What was special about him was that from now on, all the major events in this world seemed to be connected to this day.

On this day, a storyteller in Honyue City of Chongzhou suddenly ignored the shouts of the drinkers below the stage and accepted the shocking wood. He bid farewell to the drinks restaurant, and even did not have time to pay the wages that he used to haggle over with the shopkeepers.

An old gentleman from Gumeng Town, Xuzhou, dismissed a hundred young attendants from the academy and closed the academy's doors.

A bookworm ridiculed by the villagers in Caomen Village, Liangzhou, moved hundreds of books into the courtyard and burned them all down.

…

These people returned home and took out something from either the cabinet, or under the bed, or under a peach tree in the courtyard.

It was a robe that could wrap around one's body.

A red robe belonging to the three thousand officials of the Tian Ce Mansion.

His robe was as red as blood and as beautiful as fire.

…

On this day, a farmer in Qingzhou Wild Fox Village put down the hoe in his hand and crouched down beside his young child. He patiently and gently instructed him to take good care of the three acres of wheat field at home and remember to decoct the medicine for his mother on the bed every day.

A hunter in Jizhou Diversion Town gave his rich prey to his neighbors, snapped off the bow and arrow that he relied on for a living, and then went to his neighbor's house to return the talisman that the girl who had made a living with water had given him.

An escort from Cave Bridge City in You Zhou took off his thin dart uniform and swaggered it open the gate of the escort agency. Then, he smashed the dart uniform fiercely on the face of the escort head and laughed loudly, "Fuck you, grandpa is quitting."

…

They then returned to their houses and took out swords, knives, or extremely strange and crafty weapons from various parts of the courtyard. Then, they took out a set of snow-white armor from the shadows.

That was something unique to the 30,000 Heavenly Policy Army.

The snow was white and translucent, like a cold light on a sword and white plums on a branch.

…

On this day, the red-clothed woman, who was at the peak of the Chongju Peak, suddenly smiled, as if peaches and plums were blossoming, and stars were shining on the moon.

On this day, a newly promoted red-robed judge suddenly became interested. He pulled the half-demon named Liu Sheng and drank three hundred cups of wine in the wine shop beside the town, but he still hadn't had enough fun.

On this day, the macheteman who was sitting in the Tian Ce Mansion suddenly stood up. He carefully tidied up his appearance by the bronze mirror in the corner of the room. He then picked up the world-famous saber and closed the door of the Tian Ce Mansion. Under the gazes of countless people, he strode out of Chang'an City.

…

This day…

Very ordinary, very special.

This day…

The youth who had been hiding at the front for a long time had finally figured out something.

This was the first time he had decided to reveal his claws that were hidden deep in the world, but had long since been sharpened to the point of sharpness.

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