Chapter 253 A Heavy Burden

Everyone laughed together. Wang Chongyang, in his state of true spirit obscurity, didn't know why, but he didn't care, nor was he frightened. He just sat down peacefully at the table, picked up the wine pot, and poured wine into his mouth. Finally, he shook it, and the last one or two drops were drained. He regretfully turned the wine cup upside down.

Wei Yuan looked at Wang Chongyang at this moment and said, "What are your plans after Chongyang?"

Wang Chongyang's eyes also showed a hint of melancholy as he said, "I can no longer return to the Jin Dynasty. I fear that doing anything more will implicate my parents. As for this Great Song Dynasty, it is rotten from top to bottom. There are famous generals, but they are not used. They are not allowed to die in battle on the battlefield, but instead fall in prison. There is no need to stay in such a country. It will surely perish within a hundred years."

"Looking at it now, although the world is vast, there is no place for me."

"I might as well travel to famous mountains and great rivers, becoming a recluse."

Wei Yuan looked at the uninhibited Taoist in front of him and said, "Then, are you willing to join my sect?"

From the moment that sword came across the sky, Wang Chongyang already knew that the people before him were extraordinary. He immediately kowtowed and paid his respects to his master without the slightest hesitation. Wei Yuan reached out his hand, took the Chunyang Sword, and handed it to Wang Chongyang, saying, "This sword is a weapon from the time of Lu Dongbin in the Tang Dynasty. It has protected the Dao all the way, and has slain countless demons."

"Today, it is given to you."

"I hope that you can also reach the point where you can establish a sect for later generations and become an ancestor of a generation."

Wang Chongyang, who still didn't know that the size of his future Dao lineage could rival the Zhengyi Dao lineage of Mount Longhu, or even surpass it slightly, only took this as encouragement from his elder.

This young man, still wearing prison clothes, also didn't know that in the future he would be respectfully called… He reverently accepted the Chunyang Sword.

The Chunyang Sword possessed its own spirituality.

At this moment, it was still whistling and chanting in its scabbard, not stopping for a long time.

Wei Yuan nodded with a gentle smile, looking at the Eight Immortals and Wang Chongyang in front of him. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Hunkun helping him attain the Dao one by one, placing his hopes on the Master of the Ruins, Zigui, and also leaving behind a contingency plan to allow Hou Tu to escape.

He thought of the Two Emperors, Shu and Hu, who peeled off part of their authority after Hunkun's transcendence failed.

Then, they created Yeming, the strongest under the Dao Fruit.

Generation after generation, it was just like this. He just didn't know when he, who was originally a part of those strong people's plans, had now become the one who laid down hidden chess pieces, helped others attain the Dao, and pushed myths and legends to become reality.

Looking up again, there was no one left.

Wei Yuan felt the convergence of karma. When the Eight Immortals stood together, there was already an indescribable, mysterious feeling faintly emerging, but Wang Chongyang's cultivation and Dao practice were still far from being able to compare with the other Immortals, and he had no way to reverse the acquired to the innate.

Wei Yuan already felt that just now, when he used karma to allow the Chunyang Sword to be activated on its own and find Lu Chunyang's reincarnation, it had made the Yin-Yang interference he was suffering heavier and heavier. At this moment, everything in front of him was tinged with strands of ripples, and the Yin and Yang above all things seemed to be revealed.

Truly a burden that sticks to the bone.

Wei Yuan said, "Daoist Zhang, Chongyang's cultivation will be left to you."

"Clearly you're of the Jade Void lineage, yet you're passing the buck again?!"

"Again?!"

Zhang Ruosu was furious.

When he turned his head, he saw a faint radiance rippling in Wei Yuan's pupils. The aura around him also seemed to be subtly wrong. If Wei Yuan wasn't incarnated as a wisp of divine thought at the moment, he would hardly be able to detect Wei Yuan's state. His anger immediately dissipated, and he frowned, saying, "In that case, take care of yourself."

Immediately, he looked at Wang Chongyang in front of him and sighed, "It will take several decades for him to complete his work and reach the day of his ascension. Forget it, first I'll disperse all of your true qi and re-cultivate the Geng Metal Pure Yang method that Lu Chunyang cultivated in the past."

Wang Chongyang said, "If that's the case, I wonder if I could be allowed to go home once."

"Besides informing my father, brothers, and mother, so that they don't worry about me."

"This disciple also has an adopted son, the child of a friend. I'm afraid that I won't be able to fulfill the duties of a foster father because I'm cultivating outside this time."

Zhang Ruosu stroked his beard and said, "Of course, there's no harm. What's your adopted son's name?"

Wang Chongyang said, "He's only two years old this year."

"His name is Tanfu."

Zhang Ruosu thought for a while, Xin Tanfu? Didn't recognize him. However, hearing this name, it was refined and elegant, as if it had been given by a scholar who was forced to stay in the Jin Dynasty during the Jingkang Calamity.

In this era, for the Han people in the Jin Dynasty, such a name was really a standard mark of the times. At the time of parting, Wei Yuan taught Wang Chongyang a set of swordsmanship, which was both swordsmanship and a method of breathing exercises, and also came with a sword escape technique, which could be considered as fulfilling the obligations of a master and disciple.

After doing all this, the Eight Immortals left, taking Wang Chongyang away from the Central Plains.

Yue Fei's death did not cause many ripples in the court of the Great Song Dynasty.

They were still congratulating each other, a wise and sagacious emperor.

Han Shizhong, who had already retired and was living at home, questioned Qin Hui about Yue Fei's affair and received the three words, "Perhaps it was so."

This famous general, who had fought for the Great Song Dynasty for a lifetime, smiled miserably, "Perhaps it was so? Perhaps it was so?"

"Lord Chancellor, how can the three words 'Perhaps it was so' convince the world?"

Looking at the Great Song Dynasty, Yue Fei's death also extinguished the last flame in his entire person. Zhang Jun sided with Hui and advocated peace, and Liu Guangshi, one of the four generals of the Restoration, was useless, but he also died ten months later. Han Shizhong saw that his hair was white and looked at this prosperous Great Song Dynasty. The last bit of his spirit was extinguished by the Great Song Emperor himself.

A general for a lifetime, joined the army at eighteen, pacified the world, resisted Western Xia, suppressed Fang La, and traveled north and south.

In his later years, he closed his doors to guests and did not talk about military affairs.

I wonder if he regretted it when he was boating on West Lake, supporting Zhao Gou to succeed to the throne and saving his life twice.

Everything in front of Wei Yuan was also layers of ripples, rippling in circles, blurring his vision. He had no choice but to follow his karmic instinct and find a scenic spot with few people disturbing him, but the spiritual energy was quite abundant, suitable for him to adjust his own state.

"I can't be pulled back before the Eight Immortals cross the sea."

"That would be too tragic."

"Huff. I need to restrain myself as much as possible and not get involved in any more karma. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll have to 'retake the class' here."

Immediately, he thought of the characteristics of karma and comforted himself. "Others estimate karma with more and more errors, but I shouldn't be like this."

However, Wei Yuan also discovered that perhaps it was because he had left the Sea of Yin and Yang, but was still affected by the Sea of Yin and Yang, everything in front of him was showing the appearance of two Yin and Yang changes under the interference of that law. Looking at the mountains and the sea, everything was the flow and rotation of Yin and Yang energy.

It was as if the Yin-Yang tribulation had caught up with him, but he did not expect it to show him how the Yin-Yang Dao analyzed all things. Clearly, he should have been retaking the class, but instead, he had been directly given the answers to the test questions. Wei Yuan simply waited peacefully for the start of the sea crossing event, while he was here, peacefully watching the flow and changes of Yin and Yang.

When one Yin-Yang change was resolved, two more would appear.

When people are idle and bored, even such things are interesting.

He didn't know how many years had passed. Occasionally, there were also times when he failed. The Yin and Yang energy on a snake's body was mistaken by Wei Yuan, turning it into pure Yin without Yang. It was also because Wei Yuan understood so many methods that he forcibly created a method of refining qi, allowing that snake to survive. There was also a turtle, which was because Wei Yuan had made a mistake when refining the snake earlier and was too cautious, resulting in a pure Yang turtle. Now these two animals had also gained spirituality.

Their instincts to seek good fortune and avoid disaster were much stronger than those of ordinary humans.

Knowing that there were benefits to being by the side of this Taoist, they would never leave.

That turtle hid on the bluestone beside Wei Yuan's body, while the snake climbed up the tree trunk, finally winding around the branches, spitting out and absorbing the moonlight every day. Wei Yuan noticed the existence of this snake and turtle, but he didn't care. It was better to say that sitting here was boring.

If there were any living creatures, it would be a little interesting.

Every day he analyzed the Yin and Yang of all things, sometimes succeeding in one day, sometimes taking three or five days. Every time the Yin and Yang energy flowed out, that snake swallowed the Yin energy into its belly, and its body grew larger and larger every day, its scales dark and shiny. That turtle swallowed the Yang energy in the Yin and Yang, its body huge, and white light rose from the gaps in its shell, incomparably mysterious. He didn't know how many days had passed.

Wang Chongyang and the Eight Immortals cultivated and traveled all the way, traveling extremely slowly. It actually took several years to find his friend. At this moment, the child who was only two years old when Yue Fei died was already seven years old and had begun to study and read.

When they met again, his friend was already filled with depression. The two of them drank and sat down to talk. Suddenly, they became impassioned and magnificent: "The Jin people are increasingly invading our Central Plains, but the Central Plains is destroying its own Great Wall!"

"General Yue has died, and General Han Shizhong is old. There are no generals in the Central Plains who can be used. When will this place be able to return to its homeland!"

Wang Chongyang's friend couldn't help but shed tears. Looking at the child who was only seven years old, Wang Chongyang said, "This child is going to study. Why not follow me into the Dao?"

However, his friend shook his head and said, "My son has great ambitions and is not a recluse. Moreover, even if I want to, my father probably won't agree. He often takes the child to climb high and look into the distance, pointing out the mountains and rivers, and is still thinking of his homeland."

"Moreover, my son also has great ambitions."

He touched his child's head. Wang Chongyang looked at him and said, "Is he going to study, or learn martial arts?"

That tiger-headed, tiger-brained young boy said, "Why can't I be proficient in both civil and military affairs?"

"I want everything."

Wang Chongyang smiled dumbly and said, "Okay, then I will pass this method on to you. And watch carefully."

The Chunyang Sword in his palm made a clear sound and came out of its scabbard. He showed all the sword techniques that Wei Yuan had taught him. The sword energy was cold and sharp, like snow in June, with a coldness that could take the enemy's head from among thousands of troops. He stayed here for more than three months and taught all of his swordsmanship to this adopted son who came from a civil official background.

Before leaving, he was silent for a moment, then took out an object from his sleeve and said, "I once went to rob a prison. Although I couldn't rescue General Yue Fei, I was given this thing."

"General Yue already knew in prison that he would probably not escape death. That jailer was also a righteous man and brought in pen and ink every day. General Yue cast his lifelong military tactics and theories into a book. When I went to rob the prison, I was entrusted by General Yue to take this thing out."

"I see that you have such talent. I entrust this thing to you..."

"Don't disappoint me."

Even Wang Chongyang, whose Dao practice and cultivation were getting higher and higher, was worried at this time, worried that he had entrusted the wrong person, worried that Yue Fei had entrusted the wrong person. But looking at the child who was only seven years old, with a tiger head and a tiger brain, and whose eyebrows were full of childishness, he finally chose to believe him.

He handed over Yue Wumu's military book.

He touched his adopted son's head and said, "However, the name Tanfu is not good. Get a new one."

"Heh... Who does Tanfu like the most? Is it Guan Yunchang, or is it Han Xin?"

The boy's eyes shone brightly and said, "The Marquis of Champion, Huo Qubing!"

"Huo Qubing, is it... Yes, pacifying the world, sealing the wolf to live, naturally it is so."

Wang Chongyang sighed and pondered for a moment, saying, "Huo Qubing, Qubing, Qubing."

"Then, from today onwards, you will be called Qiji."

The Taoist's eyes were gentle as he pressed the boy's head and said, "Xin Qiji, ah, Xin Qiji, the things that Yue Fei has not completed will be entrusted to you. Do not let Yue Fei down."

"And you must not let down the Great Song Dynasty."

Wang Chongyang floated away.

Fourteen years later, Xin Qiji was twenty-one years old and gathered people to start an uprising. Later, the traitor Zhang Anguo harmed the leader of the rebel army and led his troops to surrender to the Jin Dynasty. Xin Qiji, who in later generations would have been just a college student, led fifty people into the five-thousand-strong Jin army camp. At that time, Zhang Anguo was drinking happily with the Jin army generals, when suddenly he heard a loud noise outside.

Xin Qiji, holding a blue-edged sword, had already broken in. He saw that the sword energy was森然, his spirit was 충斗牛, and he was not like a mortal swordsman at all. The Jin general had not yet reacted.

Before his eyes, he was forced back by the sword of this young man in a scholar's attire but wearing armor.

"How is it possible to have such swordsmanship?!"

Golden Ge and iron horses, his spirit swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

He entered the camp of 50,000 people, bound the traitor and returned, and beheaded him for public display.

After this day, the young man who was proficient in both civil and military affairs and whose military strategy was unparalleled in the world stepped onto the stage of the times.

His magnificent voice and heroic spirit inspired the Confucian scholars, and the holy emperor sighed three times upon seeing him.

Wei Yuan, who was in seclusion in a certain mountain, frowned as the Yin-Yang ripples became heavier and heavier.

Strange...

What's going on? The karma seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

Where did it come from?

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