426: Chapter 177 – The World’s Turbulence Starts with Us!
(End of this Volu)_3 426: Chapter 177 – The World’s Turbulence Starts with Us!
(End of this Volu)_3 “Amitabha.”
In the Taoist temple, the sound of a bell echoed.
You and I seek enlightennt, what distinguishes the three teachings?
……
After the traitorous Tantai Xianming died, his body was initially to be taken away, but the weather was hot, and the Regent King had considered that if carried all the way to the Western Regions, it would decay, so he found a hillside and buried the Confucian scholar whose life had been turbulent.
Chen Wenmian knelt three tis before leaving.
This place was quietly protected, even though people despised what Tantai Xianming had done, they also feared the Regent King’s military might and worried that if they did anything to this dead man, it would attract the old Wolf King’s attention, so they simply ignored this site.
But today, a visitor still arrived.
Xue Daoyong walked up here, dressed in a blue robe, his white hair slightly blowing in the breeze, still bearing a solemn deanor, carrying a jug of wine in his hand.
Looking at the tombstone, he still lifted the jug and poured a cup of wine, calmly placing it on Tantai Xianming’s grave.
“Your words spared much effort and even won so ti for the child Guan Yi.
Taiping Duke, revered and as equally despised by the world, his path is not an easy one.”
“I think for a traitor like you, it must have been very simple.”
“But only when I took this position did I realize that your path was also not easy, ha ha ha ha, human hearts are as deep as the ocean bottom, money is but stones used to probe the road, desires like gluttons, endless.”
“I suppressed the aristocratic families and officials, but they also bound .”
“From ancient tis, powerful ministers never et good ends!”
“It is because human hearts vary, gathering sotis and scattering at others.”
“You are dead, and I am not.
Wait for ten years, then see if that child will return.
Although the warrant is issued, I have suppressed its efficacy to the lowest, but in this chaotic Martial World, many long for a Qilin.”
“In this tumultuous world, Martial Artists who desire to kill the son of Taiping Duke to gain fa are as plentiful as carp crossing a river.”
“Ultimately, the future path must be forged by him alone.”
“However, Tantai Xianming.”
“You well knew my family’s rule against entering politics, but in the end after you left, what lay before was continuing along your path.”
“Truly an old, sly fox.”
“If you were to co back to life…”
Xue Daoyong seed to recall a rainy night many years ago, where he was beaten black and blue, yet still stubborn, nearly choked to death on a stead bun in his rush, declaring that he would spare the scholar’s life in the future.
The old tiger of the chaotic world smiled:
“I would definitely kill you again!”
“But now, you are already dead.”
“At the end, I toast you a drink, a hundred years of grievances, I will surely curse you as an old dog until my death, but…”
Xue Daoyong turned around, looking at this world, he said:
“If we could all live in a peaceful and prosperous era.”
“How wonderful.”
The old man poured out the wine from his hand, turned, and walked away, striding off into the distance, never to return here again in his life.
As he walked off into the distance, he stepped into the Imperial Palace, where the sound of the Ritual Eunuch announcing his titles echoed from far away within the majestic and splendid Chen Country Imperial Palace.
“Announce, Cabinet Scholar, Chancellor, Pri Minister, bestowed the Purple Gold Fish Bag.”
“Duke Xue, Xue Daoyong enters the court!”
“Ascend to the hall with sword and robes!”
“Enter the court without bowing!”
“Exempt from kneeling!”
“Granted authority equivalent to the Three Ministers!”
Xue Daoyong continued to walk further away, his steps never faltering.
We each have our own paths to walk, our own battles to attend to.
A bird flapped its wings, flying far from the Imperial Palace of Chen Country, the Crown Prince of Ying Country and the Seventh Prince of the Turkic tribes laughed heartily, as if eting too late, their carriages left together from Chen Country, heading toward Ying Country that dominates the Central Plains, where their strategies would soon clash.
Li Zhaowen went along with them.
Yuwen Lie pondered on the Crown Prince’s virtuous rule and Prince Jiang Guang’s domineering rule, contemplating which would better fit the era of Ying Country, and in his deep thoughts, Yuwen Lie did not notice Li Zhaowen behind him, watching the two princes with a smile, a vertical gold-red mark on his forehead.
Chen Chengbi stepped into the Martial World, Chen Qingyan returned to the Xue Family.
As the carriage of Chen Country was about to reach the Western Regions, the last Khan of Tiele returned these belongings to his tribe, then went to discuss with the elders of his tribe, and on the third day, an ancient flag was once again erected in the Western Regions.
[Golden Scimitar Cavalry]!
The kings of the World Light Cavalry crushed through the twilight of history, once again coming to this era.
Yet such an ancient flag ultimately only stirred up a minor ripple.
anwhile, the military force of the Regent King once again reached an area that originally belonged to Tuyuhun, the aged Wolf King, with his son, coldly surveying this vast world, a hawk streaked over their shoulders.
Latter-day historians talking about this grand sacrifice of Chen Country always found the historically recorded events brimming with unbelievable coincidences, this era shrouded like dark clouds over the whole world, and the heroes, both old and young, gathered like stars.
Their brief convergence, then again heading off in different directions.
Many died this ti, but those heroes who shone brilliantly in later ages all survived through various coincidences, almost as if it was destined, the sky seed to be full of streaks of light, looking to illuminate the entire night.
But regardless, it is undeniable, this grand sacrifice beca a turning point for the whole world, originally intended to present the Western Regions as a dish at the feast, it seed to beco the last brilliance of the giant that is Chen Country, a series of brilliant nas serving as footnotes at its death.
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