Zhi Tianming curled his lips and said with a face full of ridicule: "Why don't you tell me that before Chongyang, you even asked for manpower from that boy from the Sheng Wushang family."
To put it simply, the Tiance Dynasty was supported by Confucianism and Taoism, while Tiandu was supported by Confucianism and Buddhism.
The difference is that the Buddhist forces that support Tiandu are far more numerous than the Taoist forces that support the Tiance Dynasty. After all, those who understand the Taoist forces in the suffering realm will naturally understand.
However, there were more Confucian scholars who went to support the Tiance Dynasty, and almost half of them were sent by the younger generation. In addition, Tiance Zhenlong himself also had enough experience.
Therefore, as Fang Yuheng said, everything is still undecided.
I saw a stick on his neck: "I don't care, anyway, I'm optimistic about them."
"Hmph." Zhi Tianming snorted coldly, and then said with a smile: "It's useless for you to be optimistic, unless you let Tianhuai lead people from Renyu Mingsheng and cross most of the miserable situation to Xiwulin to support."
This sentence directly made Fang Yuheng laugh: "Let's not talk about how many years I have been retired. Do you really dare to think about this?"
Even though they are chatting happily here, it is because they have no leisure time. Even if they retire, they have to find something to do for themselves, so news comes here regularly.
It is absolutely impossible to let them come out. Since they have decided to leave everything to the younger generations, they will not continue to be an eyesore, let alone interfere, and just enjoy themselves here.
Each generation has its own mission. If they interfere, let alone whether it is ethical or not, if everything depends on them, how can the younger generations grow up?
"Anyone can talk the talk."
"You old man, why don't you bury me?"
"That's what you said yourself, it's none of my business."
"Isn't that what you said?"
"Didn't you say that?"
…
In another thatched cottage, hearing the incoming noise, the elegant young man put his forehead on his hands and sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness:
"It's starting again. I might as well stay in Wenfeng Valley and don't come here."
The young man was Xia Yan, who had retired. After entrusting all affairs of Wenfeng Valley to Zong Hengzi, he followed in Xia Kanxuan's footsteps and came here.
Then……
All I can say is that it’s very outrageous. This so-called retirement is basically just changing to another place to work, but you can’t fish.
After all, whether in De Feng Ancient Road or Wen Feng Valley, his status is very good. Apart from his junior brother who often puts burdens on others, he has nothing else to do and can usually relax.
When he came here, his master and his two uncles were the three mountains above his head. There was nothing he could do about it. He was the only junior here.
However, when I look back and think about it, with Master’s character, how could he really be free? If you really want to let him relax, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him. Although the situation of the two uncles is not that serious, it is not much different.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been discussing current affairs all day long. I even made a special sand table, which meant that I had put down the burden on my shoulders. Plus, there were no outsiders, and I could quarrel like old children from time to time, without giving in to anyone.
His workload is actually not large, so he just organizes materials and makes regular summaries. However, the three elders have never slacked off, so how can he slack off?
The main thing is that there are other things, which are very difficult to describe in words.
For example, pressure from elders to get married.
Seeing that his junior brother is about to get married and start a business, he, as a senior brother, will naturally not escape the disaster. Basically, every elder will urge him so many times that his ears will become calluses.
What's even more outrageous is that Master Mu actually brought him and his junior sister together...
That is to say, he was afraid of being beaten. Otherwise, he would have sent a letter about this matter to his junior sister, so that his junior uncle would know what it means to surrender one thing to another.
However, given the current situation in the north, Junior Sister probably doesn't have time to help him with this small favor, maybe...
Just when Xia Yan lamented that life was not easy, he saw a flying letter coming from the sky, flying in from the window, and was taken back into his palm.
It was impressively read: "My brother Xia Yan personally opened the door."
"..."
Looking at the writing on the envelope, Xia Yan was silent for a while, but in the end, he did not choose to throw it back.
After opening the envelope and reading the contents, he saw the corners of his mouth rising as he said:
"Hey you brat, how long has it been since your senior brother retired? I haven't even seen him a few times to say hello. Whenever I contact him, he just looks for something to do."
At this moment, he completely forgot what he said to Lin Chongyang before he retired: Don't bother me if you have nothing to do.
As for the two of them being in constant contact...
Is this happening?
Why doesn't he remember?
Since he doesn't remember it, that means he doesn't.
After getting up and putting the letter on the table, Xia Yan walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and then took out the Confucian shirt that he had not worn for a long time.
…………
The morning light opened the curtain of the night, and I saw a man walking out of the room, walking to the piano table in the courtyard, and lighting the Boshan stove on it.
Light smoke floats out from it and surrounds the furnace body, making the mountains hazy and animals floating. Under the light of the morning sun, they look like fairy mountains overseas.
Later, I saw him sitting in front of the case, preparing tea sets amidst the lingering agarwood, using his energy to absorb the morning dew, and began to make tea.
The fire was just beginning to glow, and the people sitting quietly in the courtyard looked into the distance, looking at the vast sea of clouds and white clouds, enjoying the rare tranquility in front of them.
Cheng Lin and Luo Hou were playing together. If he hadn't stated it clearly in the letter he sent back, to be honest, Lin Chongyang wouldn't have dared to believe that the two people's personalities were a bit inappropriate no matter how they looked at it.
However, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Now that Xietian Yuwu has been killed by him, Xiwulin has nothing to worry about.
Unless the demon world is confused and suddenly launches a large-scale attack, but now that the underworld and Tianyue are still there, the probability of this happening is very slim.
With the support of local forces, the establishment of Tiandu is nothing short of a good thing for the people of Xiwu Lin. Chenglin and Lijing have grown much faster than he expected, which is good.
As for the Blood Sky Crystal that was given to Luo Hou, after Lin Chongyang learned about it, he did not blame Xia Chenglin, nor did he make any other supplements to him.
To Lin Chongyang, a pillar of sky crystal was not precious, even if it was made with great care, but this was only to him.
However, as the heir to his mantle, Xia Chenglin will eventually stand where he is now. At that time, he will be responsible for the rise and fall of his lineage, and every choice he makes must be made with caution.
He didn't pamper him too much because he didn't want his descendants to develop some bad habits. What's more, at Chenglin's age, he should learn to be responsible for his own actions and bear the corresponding consequences.
Lin Chongyang believed that he could understand this truth, and he only hoped that after he understood it, he would not regret his choice.
When the tea soup first boils, the refreshing aroma of tea wakes people up from their memories.
After drinking a cup of hot tea and slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Lin Chongyang put down the tea cup and began to adjust the strings.
"The mountains are bright, the forest is bright, the dawn bells are ringing, and the sound of praising Confucianism cannot be concealed by the faintness. I live in a lonely place and the things are vast, and there is nothing to do in the dust."
The tinkling sound of the piano is endless, echoing between heaven and earth, starting a peaceful and soothing day.
(End of chapter)
