Capítulo 1900: Chapter 123: Brilliant Sunshine, Everything Dear
“Let’s start with the seal technique you just practiced…”
“The origin of this seal technique is the Yan Dao-level technique of Huang Weizhen, nad [Mountain and Sea Gods], known for its unparalleled excellence among seal techniques. Originally a set, it comprises eight hundred and seventy-one seal techniques combined into the Mountain and Sea Gods. Back then, Huang Weizhen had deduced it to this extent, roaming the world with it. According to the records he left, when fully deduced, it should break into a total of one thousand two hundred and ninety-six techniques…”
“The one you have inherited is one of them, perfectly suitable for use at your realm. Co, like this, form the seal again as I showed you, only using your Spirit to feel it this ti…”
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In cultivation, ti slips by unnoticed.
The sun and moon suddenly hang low.
Ti is likewise within a lover’s gaze…
When Guang Shu finally rembered his elder brother and skipped back ho lightly, his Brother Jiang had already gone over the Disaster Fighting Seal and the Bi Fang Seal under the old Duke’s guidance.
Although it couldn’t be said they were completely mastered, they were almost adequate for normal combat.
The truth in a single word can surpass volus of false teachings.
Having guidance and lacking it makes a world of difference.
Profound and mysterious seal techniques like those taught by Huang Weizhen seed as simple as the Three Character Classic when elucidated by Duke Huai.
“Back already?”
Guang Shu spun rapidly on the spot. As he stepped out, such words echoed in his ears.
“Ah, yes, I’m back!” Guang Shu obediently turned around, greeting politely, “Hello, Grandfather. Hello, Brother Jiang.”
He cautiously observed his grandfather, feeling sowhat apprehensive.
Having just finished the Mountain and Sea realm trial only to sneak off, he expected to be reprimanded.
But Zuo Xiao rely smiled at him with squinting eyes.
“Go to the side yard for a rest.” The old Duke gestured with a hand. “I have so cultivation matters to discuss with your Brother Jiang.”
Guang Shu hesitated as he turned: “Then I’ll… leave?”
Clang!
Just as he stepped out, the courtyard door closed.
The grand ornate door had a fleeting sense of ti like a dream of Huang Liang.
It left Guang Shu montarily stunned.
I rely stepped out for a while… What happened?
He didn’t leave imdiately, instead stood listening outside the door.
In the courtyard, he could hear Brother Jiang earnestly seeking advice, accompanied by the old man’s amiable laughs.
He pursed his lips. When guiding his own cultivation, the old man wasn’t nearly as fond of laughing…
It did not stir bitterness in his heart; instead, it abruptly brought to mind… having been away in the Mountain and Sea realm for so long, Mother must be quite anxious!
Guang Shu flashed forward.
Running as if greased, he darted from one spot to another.
His mother’s courtyard, more aptly put, resembled a small palace.
It was actually an order from the Son of Heaven on her wedding day, instructing the Master Craftsman to recreate the elegance of the Shao Hall, where Princess Yuyun resided in the Imperial Palace, at the Huai Nation Governnt House.
Afraid his sister would find it hard to adjust after marrying away.
So, this courtyard was nad Shaoyuan,
It’s said that when Father was still alive, even the Chu Emperor would sotis visit informally in plain clothes.
But Guang Shu has little mory of it.
The vast lands of Great Chu stretch ten thousand leagues, filled with countless heroic pasts, and endless epic tales of heroes.
Not many are rembered after their passing.
Guang Shu sprinted swiftly, and in a blink, he darted into Shaoyuan.
In Shaoyuan, there’s a garden of flowers enclosed by a glass do.
The air circulation is achieved via arrays, maintaining a constant temperature inside the glass do…
It might be hard to believe,
but the beloved of Princess Yuyun is not so exotic flora, but ants.
This costly flower garden, which consus a considerable amount of money monthly, is actually Princess Yuyun’s pet garden.
It’s said that she used to spend long periods alone in the palace when she was young, feeling very lonely, and often watched ants moving hos to pass the ti. Gradually, she developed this peculiar hobby.
And Guang Shu’s father, Zuo Hong, the fad general of Chu who perished on the battlefield, because his wife loved ants, spent lavishly, scouring the world for the most beautiful ants—
Phoenix-patterned Resting Flower Ants.
These ants are incredibly fragile.
They can’t withstand cold; they can’t withstand heat. They drink only morning dew, consu only fad flowers, must eat, but can’t overeat…
Keeping them was costlier than purchasing them.
But the Huai Nation Governnt House raised them nevertheless, maintaining this colony with a garden of famous flowers.
There are twelve servants in the Governnt House who don’t do anything else but attend to this colony of Phoenix-patterned Resting Flower Ants.
Even Zuo Hong, whenever he had the ti, would personally care for them.
It’s said…
It’s said.
Mother always spoke of it.
So Guang Shu rembers fragntarily.
He never took part in the stories of his parents, but images often surfaced in his mind. They always ca from mother’s endless reminiscences.
He doesn’t clearly recall Father’s face.
But he vaguely rembers one scene—
Being held by a rough hand at the nape, like transplanting seedlings, set before the humble flower garden.
Brother beside him… was the sa.
The towering figure managing the brothers had a face always shrouded in a layer of radiance, difficult to discern, but he rembered this voice—
“If you cannot even sweep a house, how can you sweep the world? If you can’t cheer up your mother, how can you command troops and earn people’s hearts? Little brats, dare to make your mother angry and show no regard for , Zuo? Rember today’s task, take care of this ant nest! Let one fall ill, and I will…”
What then?
Guang Shu recalls, the punishnt seed to be a hand-spanking.
But brother said it wasn’t; the punishnt was having a month’s allowance confiscated.
Although at that ti, he didn’t quite fathom why the punishnt, taking away their allowance, was his brother’s to administer…
Guang Shu rembers.
Back then, Brother often said, “This arduous task is left to you.”
And I would always obediently salute: “Yes, Sir!”
Then Brother would vanish in a blink.
He would gaze at the beautiful Phoenix-patterned Resting Flower Ants within the glass do, entranced, for an entire afternoon.
It was truly a splendid afternoon.
…
When Guang Shu arrived at the glass flower garden, he indeed saw a familiar figure, hugging knees and half-squatting in front of the garden, eyes fixed on the beautiful ants scuttling in and out, lost in thought.
The long skirt dragged on the ground unnoticed.
It was as if he suddenly realized today that his mother, already a God Descending Realm, couldn’t halt the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.
Indeed, God Descending is not truly eternal.
The promised immortality of Gods is false after all.
An overwhelming sadness unexpectedly filled his nose.
But he still managed to smile, “Mother! I got the Seal of the Nine Phoenixes!”
He hurried forward, radiant with a smile, from head to toe without a trace of bitterness.
“Oh!” Xiong Jingyu slowly turned her head to look at her son, examining him up and down: “How co the Young Lord is free to co back today?”
“Oh, isn’t it my turn?” Princess Yuyun turned back to her ants, “I guess I should still care about my Phoenix-patterned Ants, after all, they’re all I have. The miserable empathize with each other.”
“Mother, look how careless you are, your skirt is all muddy.” Guang Shu hastily moved forward, helping her as they walked.
The two walked towards another open garden, stepping on the pebblestone path, where the falling flowers and leaves were gentle, a perfect picture of mother and son.
Yet a hint of chill seed to seep through Xiong Jingyu’s words between her teeth: “Good thing I’m not yet in need of your help, otherwise, if the very world abandoned and I couldn’t find anyone, what would I do then?”
“Mother, don’t you want to know what I gained?”
“Oh, this mother is quite curious,” Xiong Jingyu turned to look at him, her eyes with a hint of a smile, “How co the Young Lord has gained sothing at the Marquis of Yuguo’s residence?”
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