In the thatched cottage, Zhe Helan was still playing with his flowers and plants. He had never gotten married and had children in his life, so these flowers and plants were his 'children'——
Perhaps sometimes, these flowers and plants are more real than people and stay with them longer.
Jian Yeshi, the top disciple of the Cottage, was standing aside and watching the old man sweating among the flowers and grass. He held various flower scissors and shovels in his hands. As soon as Zhehelan stretched out his hand, he knew exactly what he was going to do. What kind of tools are handed over.
Jianye Shi was a famous swordsman in the Central Plains and a leader among practitioners in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He entered the Tianji realm before he was thirty. In the eyes of the other disciples in the thatched cottage and outsiders, he was an unsmiling and decisive man, but in front of the thin old flower farmer, he behaved particularly submissively.
Seeing that the master had finished pruning and started watering, Jian Yeshi came up and whispered: "Master, the results of the cold test are announced to the world."
"Oh? Is that boy included in the poor family?"
"Exactly, but he is Wen Junchen's disciple."
Zhe Helan stopped the watering gourd in her hand and turned back to look at her most trusted disciple with some disbelief.
"real?"
"Absolutely true."
After getting a positive answer, Zhehelan turned her head again, stood there motionless and thought for a while, then bent down to scoop a ladle of water from the bucket, and said: "So, has Mr. accepted a disciple this time?"
"Received."
"who?"
"It's...it's the orphan."
"Which orphan?"
"It's...the orphan from Panxian Village."
Hearing these words, Zhe Helan suddenly straightened up and dropped the ladle in his hand into the bucket. The water ladle fell into the bucket and splashed a little, instantly making Zhehelan's clothes wet. However, Zhehelan didn't care about it. She just wiped her hands on her trouser legs casually a few times. In a moment, the soil and water soaked her clothes. The gray pants were even more stained.
The old flower farmer walked out from the flowers and sat on a chair in the hall. Jian Yeshi respectfully handed over the warm towel. Regarding her husband's decision, the old flower farmer vaguely felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure it out.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
Zhe Helan asked as if talking to herself. Jian Yeshi on the side was slightly startled after hearing this, and then replied——
"Disciple, I don't know."
Over the years, Zhehelan has been staying out of the world, living a leisurely half-immortal life and never getting tired of it. Although he is a rare Tianshu Realm expert in the world, he is used to seeing the dangerous world and the evil people. In recent years, he seems to be more willing to indulge in flowers and grass - although the dirt in the soil will dirty people's hands, it will always be It is more 'pure' than the dirt in people's hearts. Even if the female prime minister came to see him a few days ago, he also thought of a compromise to get over it. But he never expected that the poor family would suddenly come to him like this, which really shocked him. He didn't expect it.
Could it be that... another 'madman' is going to appear? Or maybe the gentleman wants to use this method to warn the woman in the palace?
The analysis of Zhe Helan and the female prime minister coincided with each other. The two figures who stood at the top of Wei State invariably thought of the same person after learning the news.
Thinking of that 'madman', Zhe Helan unconsciously put his hand into the chest of his clothes, and his rough old hand rubbed the inch-long scar on his chest. The scars had long since blended into the skin and had even become extremely smooth, but the sharp pain when the giant sword pierced his chest that night was something he would never forget.
It's terrifying... The power of that sword is truly terrifying! If that sword had moved forward even an inch, I'm afraid I would have been shattered to pieces...
Zhe Helan took a deep breath, seeming to feel a little scared about what happened back then. Then, he slowly said: "Ye Shi, do you know how my master got this scar?"
Jian Yeshi was stunned for a moment, and then answered honestly: "Disciple, I don't know."
Everyone in the thatched cottage knew about the scar on Master's chest. In the hot summer, Zhehelan often walked shirtless among the flowers and grass, but Master never mentioned the origin of this scar to anyone.
"This scar is what 'that night' left..." Zhe Helan sighed. To this day, he is still trying to get rid of the horrific memories of 'that night'.
It was the first time that Jian Yeshi heard his master mention the Midnight Massacre. Although he knew that his master had witnessed the massacre with his own eyes that night, his master always never mentioned it, so as a disciple, he never could ask.
Zhe Helan touched the scar on her chest and continued: "That night, Han Dan and I received an urgent message from the palace, saying that the 'lunatic' was unstoppable, so we rushed to the palace immediately. At that time, the palace There were corpses everywhere, with severed heads and severed limbs strewn all over the ground. The air was filled with the smell of blood, which was nauseating. Those who survived were either seriously injured or paralyzed on the ground in fear. When I When they found him, the man's eyes were numb. Even the ancient god of death would not be so indifferent. He was covered in blood and his eyes were red and bloodshot. He was really no different from a Rakshasa in hell."
Although Jian Yeshi had heard about the tragedy in the palace at that time, he was still greatly shocked when his master narrated the scene that day.
"Although Han Dan and I were already in the Tianji realm at that time, we were still a little scared to face that 'madman' because he was already dying at that time, and his hatred and hostility seemed to threaten the entire Wei Dynasty. It’s like the palace burned down..."
Zhe Helan paused, as if the fear of that night had returned.
"I have never seen a person so resentful of the world... Seeing that the situation was urgent, we had no choice but to bite the bullet, but the degree of madness of that person far exceeded our estimation at the time... ..Everyone in the world thought that Han Dan and I jointly controlled him that night, but that was not the case."
"Then...who controlled him?"
Hearing these words, Jian Yeshi couldn't stand. He raised his head and looked at his master in surprise. He was also a Tianji strong man. Is that 'madman' so strong?
"It's sir." Zhehelan said quietly. Then, he ignored his beloved disciple's surprised gaze and continued: "We fought with him for dozens of rounds and were forced to retreat, but we could barely withstand the crazy and demonic momentum. That man His swordsmanship is extremely sharp. He came to the Wei Palace with no other purpose than to die with the entire palace. At this moment, he has a strong fighting spirit and murderous intent. He is invincible. How can we resist him?"
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"Seeing that there was no other way for us to continue like this, we had no choice but to risk our lives and fight with all our strength to slowly turn the situation around. The man was gradually at a disadvantage. Seeing that we were about to control him, what the man did was' How can he be captured in a fight with a trapped beast?"
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"Han Dan glanced at me. I understood and sold him a flaw, but he seemed to have seen through everything. He knew that if he attacked me, his entire back would be exposed to Han Dan."
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"But he made his choice very easily, and still stabbed at me with his sword, regardless of the fatal knife that Han Dan slashed at him behind him. He seemed unwilling to give up any chance of 'slaughter', even if this sword It will cost him his life."
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"I originally thought that by deliberately selling his weakness to lure him to stab me, I would be fully prepared to dodge the sword... But, I still thought too simply. That sword almost entered the 'Tianshu Realm' '! He concentrated all his cultivation on that sword, all the anger in his body, all the resentment towards the world, on that sword, that cold sword intention, that domineering sword It was a force that I would never forget until my death... When he stabbed me, I knew that this sword could not be avoided no matter what."
Zhe Helan recalled that moment, and a sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.
Jian Yeshi's eyes widened, and he didn't even dare to breathe as he listened to his master's words.
Zhe Helan picked up the tea cup from the table, took a sip of strong tea, calmed down, and continued -
"At that moment, my mind went blank, and the past events of this life suddenly appeared in front of me like a shadow puppet show, vividly. I thought I would definitely die with this sword, but then my husband appeared... He fell from the sky, like a god. . He waved his sleeve with his left hand to block Han Dan's sword. Like the warm sun melting ice, with just one block, Han Dan's blade disappeared without a trace. Then, with a flick of his right hand, he blocked the 'madman's' sword. Ninety percent of the intention has faded..."
Jianye Shi frowned slightly and thought to himself: Ninety percent of it faded? That is to say, there is still 10%? Is this sword intention so powerful? What the hell is that 'madman'...
Zhe Helan's next words also confirmed Jian Yeshi's conjecture. He just heard him say——
"But that sword intention was too powerful after all. Even if Mr. took action, it was still not completely gone. The sword retained the last 0% of the sword intention to pierce my chest... Hehe, fortunately God opened his eyes. If this sword If I go any further deeper into my chest, I'm afraid I'll die on the spot."
Jian Yeshi was shocked and speechless by these words, and just looked at his teacher infatuatedly, constantly imagining the scene of that day in his mind. In his heart, the teacher is second only to the teacher in the world today, and he doesn't even look down on the crazy woman in Yunyue Pavilion. And today, after learning everything that happened that night from his teacher, the impact that 'madman' had on him could be described as subversive - even though he was in the Tianji realm, why was the 'madman's' sword so powerful? So strong that the teacher almost died that night?
Jian Yeshi is addicted to swords as much as his life. He is an out-and-out sword fanatic. He repeatedly imagined the scene of that night, until finally he even had a ridiculous idea in his mind-if that sword stabs me, I can dodge it. Has it passed?
Suddenly, a breeze blew through the thatched cottage, making the flowers and plants in the house rustle.
"The trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop!"
Zhe Helan looked at her beloved flowers and plants and said to herself.
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Later Han Dynasty, Xinzheng, Yunyue Pavilion Fengtianlin.
Amidst the clear and melodious music, several boneless dancers are dancing gracefully. They are graceful and graceful in white robes and long sleeves. These boys and girls dance gracefully, light and gracefully, like blooming buds, and are indescribably beautiful.
Beside the jade table, the master of the Yunyue Pavilion and Mr. Wen He were enjoying the graceful dance music. They raised glasses and clinked glasses from time to time, chatting and laughing, which was very pleasant.
"Master Wenhe, I heard that the cold trial has ended."
"Back to the Pavilion Master, exactly."
"What's the result of this cold test?"
"There is news from the north that Han Clan has accepted two disciples this time."
"Oh? Tell me."
"The illegitimate son came into a poor family and was accepted as a disciple by Wen Junchen."
After hearing this, the pavilion master just nodded, not sure whether it was in response to Mr. Wen He or in appreciation of the dancers in the room.
"The disciple you have accepted this time is the orphan from Yongcheng."
After hearing this, the Pavilion Master turned his head and looked at Mr. Wen He, with confusion in his eyes.
When Young Master Wen He saw this, he explained: "He is the one who accidentally killed his parents in the thatched cottage."
The pavilion master raised her beautiful eyes slightly, trying to remember it, and then she smiled slightly, as if she finally remembered this matter. Finally, she stopped asking and continued to enjoy the dance music.
Wen and Young Master didn't say much and sat quietly aside.
Suddenly, the master of the pavilion asked abruptly: "Sir, have you gone south?"
Young Master Wenhe was stunned. He didn't know what the pavilion master meant when he suddenly mentioned this matter, so he could only nod his head.
"Sir, you went south...but for that piece of black iron?" the pavilion master continued to ask.
Mr. Wen He thought for a while and replied: "Nine times out of ten."
"Master Wenhe is very resourceful. Is there any way to get the piece of black iron first?"
Young Master Wen He smiled helplessly and said, "If Mr. Third or someone else takes action, I would be somewhat sure, but..."
"Hmph! Sir, you are so calculating! Leave the last cold test alone and go south in person." The Pavilion Master sneered.
Young Master Wen He immediately stood up and clasped his fists, saying: "I am not talented, I have let the Pavilion Master down."
The pavilion master waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to blame himself.
"Even if I go in person, I can't do anything to you, sir. You don't have to blame yourself. Since you are going south in person, all the demons and ghosts in the world can give up."
As soon as these words came out, the Pavilion Master felt relaxed and simply put the matter down and ignored it.
Mr. Wen He breathed a sigh of relief, then gently sat back down as if walking on thin ice and continued to enjoy the dance music.
